Author's Note: Dean has a Did You Just Have Tea With Cthulu? moment here while he is dreaming. Old Gods-centric chapter. If you don't know who N'zoth is, he is the Old One that is corrupting the Emerald Dream (also called The Dreaming, a state of...well, dreams). In WoW, the Old Gods were trapped in prisons by the Titans, but a disc with a bunch of demon and dragon souls allowed them freedom, so now they're fucking shit up everywhere they go (one expressly admitted to being responsible for every bad thing in WoW up until Arthas murdering his own father). Now N'zoth appears to be the one "signing Deathwing's paycheck" since Yogg-Saron was killed/trapped again (no idea if they can ever be permanently killed). They can appear as pretty much any person of any gender. They seem to prefer female form, even though they are male (basing this assumption solely upon Yogg-Saron, who preferred a female Vyrkul body, even though he was male). Not-quite-femmeslash here.

Escape From All Lies

Ch 2.

The dragon people were talking softly in some odd language amongst themselves in the backseat of the Impala. Dean had agreed to let Sam drive his baby for once. He was still trying to get over the whole 'alternate universe' and dragon thing to worry about whether or not Sam would crash the Impala.

Dean kept dozing off, which was odd, since he'd just had a huge shock. Eventually, he just let himself fall asleep to the sounds of the Impala's tires crunching over a gravel road Sam had taken that would lead them to Bobby's place.

Once asleep, Dean found himself in a lucid dream. Of course, this was expected. He was always fully aware and in control of his dreams. This one, however...he noticed something odd. It was tinged green and smudged here and there with blackened lines. He was sitting in an unusual place, too. It looked like some sort of undersea palace. Like Atlantis or something...

"Do you like it? I built it just for you..." Dean spun around at the sound of a smug female voice coming from behind him. A tall woman stood there, looking for all intents and purposes, quite human. She had dark brown hair, almost black, and gemlike blue eyes combined with a supple, attractive body. She was wearing a nearly sheer black gown and was barely covered.

If Dean weren't instantly terrified of this creature (he knew it wasn't human, he could almost feel the evil seeping out from it), he would have been turned on. He drew a gun, which was really stupid on his part, because this was just a dream, but he was too scared to care, and pointed it at the woman.

She smiled, in a quite sneering way. "This is a dream, little human. Even if it weren't, your puny toys won't hurt me. At least, not unless you've got perhaps...twenty five or more of them, and the aid of false gods." She looked thoughtful for a minute.

"My name is N'zoth, but you can call me...N'zoth." She laughed. "Well, perhaps that isn't my full name, but if I did tell you my full name, it would drive you to madness." The woman, N'zoth, said this quite seriously. "Perhaps instead you should call me Nyla. Yes, that will work perfectly. So, Dean Winchester, what have those giant lizards been telling you?"

"Giant lizards? I have no idea what you're talking about." He denied the meeting with the dragons, not wanting to even speak to this abomination anymore, much less about creatures like the dragons. Dean KNEW they were good beings, somehow, but this thing was not, no matter her polite manner.

Nyla tapped her nails on a nearby marbled table. "Come now, stop lying. This is a dream...you're in my realm now...that druid thought he trapped me...cast me out of the Dreaming...but he knows not the extent of our powers, and our reach. Mortals are...stupid."

Nyla grinned. Instead of looking less threatening, her wide-toothed grin made her even more terrifying. She had teeth that were the size of small knives and looked just as sharp.

"Dear little human, these are nothing. You should meet my brother...he's all teeth." Nyla laughed, referring to Yogg-Saron, the Beast With a Thousand Maws, that dwelt in the former Titan prison, Ulduar.

"Okay, so what the hell are you and what do you want with me? Not to mention, I've never been anywhere like this in my life. I can control my dreams. Where is this?"

Nyla looked thoughtful. "What do I want with YOU? Whoever said it was YOU that I wanted? I want the lizards to stop meddling and let us do what we were...born...to do. As for where this is...well, they call this place Nazjatar. My most faithful of all servants dwells here."

"Look, miss Lovecraftian Horror, I uh, mean no disrespect, but I have NO IDEA what you're talking about. Get the hell out of my dreams."

"The Dreaming is mine. It was always meant to be...until that meddling druid...well, I still have some hold within dreams, and it allows me to cross worlds. Dreams...they're where everything can come together, or cross over. Or rather, Nightmares. I call this place, my dreams...the Emerald Nightmare." Nyla seemed very satisfied with herself.

Dean just wanted to get out. Or wake up. Sometimes he could force himself awake after falling asleep. After trying to wake up several times, he was starting to get even more frightened. Had this...thing...trapped him in the Emerald Nightmare?

"Do stop trying to escape, mortal. You test my patience. I may just leave you here because of your impudence. Trapped forever in an unwakeing Nightmare...for so long I was able to do that to people of my home world, until the druid...but here, here I can exert my full powers, so long as people dream, I will have power over them."

"Why? What does having power over dreams have to do with the dragons?" Dean had stopped trying to deny the dragons' contact now. This creature was impossible to fool.

"The dragons...if all four of them band together, they can trap us again. Especially should they gain the Earth-Warder on their side once more...the dragons were the Titans' true failsafe should we escape our prisons...oh, yes, we did escape...all thanks to a dragon named Neltharion that we were able to corrupt and take over using dragon and demon souls..." Nyla trailed off, apparently thinking deeply and remembering the past.

"Look, I got no idea what an Earth-Warder or a Titan or a Neltharion is...what the hell will talking to me get you? Seriously, you're NOT giving me any straight answers, bitch."

Nyla cocked her head slightly. "You can contact the dragons...tell them to back down. Tell them to...leave. To go back to their own world. I know not how they even came to be here, but...well, I will deal with them once they are back where they belong. What you get out of this...is freedom from death. I can grant you freedom from the deal you made with the demon..." Nyla was leaning over Dean now, her knife-like teeth gleaming in the greenish-black light of the nightmare. She stroked his hair softly.

"Do you want to die? If you don't want to die, you'll agree with me...consider this just another deal. What are the dragons to you? Nothing. They don't belong here. They belong in Azeroth. My world. My siblings' world. This deal...requires nothing like bartering with your soul or your life. Just convincing the dragons to leave. Thats it. And you don't die. I will keep up my end of the bargain. I don't lie, because I don't have to."

Dean was terrified to death of this monster, but what it was saying DID make sense. The dragons didn't belong here. He didn't want to die. If making the dragons go back was all it took to save his soul from hell, well...perhaps this monster wasn't quite as much of a monster as she seemed. She didn't seem to want his soul or anything. Just to have the dragons back on her world.

Nyla's breasts were pressing gently against the back of Dean's head as she was stroking his hair. It was making him very uncomfortable. Being terrified and turned on at the same time was a really odd feeling.

"I see you are considering my offer...perhaps...let me show you just a bit of what sort of rewards I can provide those in my service." Nyla stood, stepping away from Dean a bit, and approached the throne-like chair at the end of the room. She beckoned and said something in a very strange, garbled language.

A woman, more beautiful and terrifying than any other woman he had ever seen, materialized in front of Nyla. She was definitely NOT human. She was gorgeous beyond imaging, and yet she had tentacles and snakes for hair. She looked much like Medusa from Greek myth, only exceptionally beautiful. None of this detracted from her beauty, in fact it almost seemed to enhance it.

The snake-woman slid her arms around Nyla's waist and planted a soft kiss on the monster's lips. Nyla reciprocated passionately, sliding her hands down the snake-woman's body to the tentacles. She eventually pulled away from the snake-woman and turned to Dean.

"This is my most faithful of all servants, and most powerful sorceress in the world. ALL worlds. Queen Azshara, Light of Lights of the city of Nazjatar. I gave her a city. An empire. I made her a goddess. All it took was saying yes to being loyal to me. Will you do the same? I can do more than just free you from death. I can give you what you really want."

The woman called Azshara smiled. Her smile seemed to light up the entire area, as if someone had turned on a miniature sun. "What the Master says is true, mortal. He will do all in his power to give you what you desire. All he asks is loyalty." The shining gorgon woman slid her hands down the monster's back.

Dean blinked. 'He'? Wasn't Nyla a woman? Unless he was VERY much mistaken, he knew the difference between men and women, and yet this Azshara clearly referred to the monster as a 'he'.

Nyla slid away from Azshara, who was still smiling her sunlit smile, and approached Dean. "Silly mortals...we can be whoever...whatever...we choose to be. I am neither male nor female. Queen Azshara simply refers to me as a male because that was how she first saw me. Now, she doesn't care how she sees me. She only sees me as her master, her savior. I can be your savior too."

The abomination slid her nails down Dean's chest.

"What do you say, mortal? Will you agree to help me in exchange for me nullifying your contract?"

R/R. Remember, this is meant to be partially humorous! Don't take it too seriously.