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I sat in a chair, bored out of my mind. Girls stood around trying to distract me, but I had been here so long that they no longer gave me any satisfaction. These were only a constant reminder of where I was. Suddenly something happened that was new. I stood out of this wooden chair. I walked towards where I felt the presence. It grew stronger with each step. As I reached the corner, the feeling was amazingly strong. I stepped and there was...nothing.

I stepped out to completely see the hallway. There was absolutely nothing but darkness. I turned around and was faced with a guy.

"Ahh," I jumped back. I lost my balance and fell back on my but.

(Real manly Price,) I thought. I scrambled up to full height. I had a good two and half inches on him. I looked at his apparel. He wore a tan trench coat with a suit and and a blue tie loosened at the collar. He radiated power. Even if I was taller than him at half his age.

"Who are you," I asked.

"Youll figure out in a second." A dagger slipped out of his sleeve into his hand. I turn around and ran. I looked back to see how close he was. He wasn't there! I turned around and bumped into him. I fell backwards onto the ground. I scrambled up and away from him.

"Whoa! Whoa whoa man! You don't have to do this," I said. Before I could stop him; he shoved the dagger into my gut. The pain was excruciating. I looked down and saw the blood gushing from my stomach.

"Why?," I asked. He leaned in and said this.

"You'll thank me in a second."

I sat up. I took a deep gasp of air. I quickly took inventory of my surroundings. Amber sat in a chair beside me with a look of complete shock. She held a bowl full of soup in her hand. There was a spoon with a bit of soup dripping out in the other. I turned to the corner on my right and there stood the guy who had just stabbed me. I quickly looked for a small weapon. A knife sat on the bedside table. I grabbed it and jumped off the bed and ran at him, aiming for his stomach. He grabbed my arm. The blade suddenly jumped few dozen degrees in temperature. I dropped and it dinged on the wooden floor. I looked and turned and ran into Sam. My big nose ran into his chest. My nose flared with pain.

"Ow! Sam what the heck are you doing?"

"I heard some noise going on here. I went to check it out." I looked up and scowled at him. Dean stepped around him.

"What the hell is going on here! I was just eating my hambur-," He stopped in the middle of his sentence when he saw me.

"What?," I ask.

"You've been in a coma for two months," He replies.

"Ohh," I say with realization, "It felt like a really long dream for me. You still can't explain the guy behind me." I point to the guy in the trench coat. Dean's attention drew off me and focused on the stranger.

"Where the hell have you been Cas? We've been trying to get contact with you to wake up Price," he yells.

"Sorry, I've been busy," he apologizes in a sad attempt with a gruff tone in his voice.

"Look man, its not like I'm not happy to see you, but tell us next time when you're about wake someone up. Ok?" Cas nods with acknowledgement.

"Now that you've had your reunion. Can someone tell me who he is? Also, how is he able to go into my dreams and kill me?" Cas opens his mouth to respond, but Dean shakes his head. He turns around and begins to walk down the hall. Sam and Cas go past me and follow the direction Dean went. Amber begins to slide past me. I stop her.

"Who is that guy Amber?," I ask with a slight bit of confusion. She shakes her head and just slips past me. I follow her