He was tied to a chair tightly, while several large rats crossed the floor towards him. They climbed up the chair, and soon Dean was covered by hundreds of them. He felt their teeth against his lips and a sick feeling swelled his body.
Red-eyed Sam was there, watching, enjoying his suffering, laughing like a crazy man.
"Dean, wake up!" John ordered firmly.
"Dad?" Dean breathed, unfocused.
"No, Pierce Brosnan," John answered tersely, but kept a grip around his son's arm.
"Where's Sam?"
"Stanford, remember?"
"Oh!"
"So, nightmare, uh? Rats, planes or Alcohol Prohibition?"
Dean decided not to answer that.
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Read chapter 3, please.