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Seth's soundly sleeping on his bed when he feels something touching his calf, he tries to kick it off. He opens his sleepy brown eyes blinking several times until his eyes adjust to the darkness.

A tall figure is standing at the end of his bed, and all he can distinguish is a wide ear-to-ear smile, Seth brings his legs close to his body a gasp catching in his throat, he blinks again and the figure is gone.

Seth's mouth is open with fear and shock, his body trembling, and his mind does what it thinks it's best.

Get to Dean. Now.

He grabs his keys and flees to Dean and Roman's room, nearly throwing the door as he knocks on it.

"Calm down! What's the matter?" Dean asks, lowering his voice.

"You have no idea what just happened! I was laying in bed when this fucking figure or ghost or whatever touched my leg and it was smiling down on me! It was there! I saw it!" He almost screams still gasping for air.

Dean rolls his eyes and walks forward to take Seth in his arms.

"It was just a nightmare, Sethie." He tries to soothe.

"It wasn't a goddamned dream!"

The door opens widely behind Dean showing an enraged Samoan staring back at them, eyebrows furrowed together.

"I knew it! You were just pretending you weren't on Seth's side to screw me up!"

"Listen, Roman. For the millionth time we're on the same side! There's no such thing as sides in this team!" Seth roars back, pushing Dean a side to look directly into Roman's infuriated grey eyes.

"God damn it, Seth. You think I'm fucking stupid?" He asks while placing his hand over his forehead in disbelief.

"Alright. Tell me, why would Dean still talk to me if I was with the Authority? And you don't have enough proof to know I'm still with them, do you?" Seth said matter-of-factly.

Roman's lips pursed in a tight line, his eyes drifting from Seth and Dean. His head dropped a bit as well as his posture relaxed when he failed to find anything that may relate Seth to the Authority.

Roman lifted his gaze to meet with Seth, his eyes speaking for him. Seth smirked.

"Hey, it's fine. This is all their fault. I can't blame you.. I guess I wouldn't rely that much on a guy who betrayed me once either." He chuckled.

Roman smiled, then noticed Dean's eyes fixed on the end of the hallway.

"Dean?"

Roman could've sworn he hadn't heard him or more like wouldn't.

"I saw something moving at the end of the corridor. I am honestly getting freaked out." Dean chocked out, like he had held his breath for a while.

Seth turned to try to catch anything moving at the same direction Dean was. Nothing.

"Dean and I felt some chills a few days ago at the locker rooms, and I got this figure thing on my room and now this.." Seth trails off, trying to figure out if this is just supernatural or..

A dark laugh with a low murmur is heard coming from the inside of Roman and Dean's room, making Roman jump out almost immediately.

"Holy shit."

Dean is either too crazy or too brave and decides he'll go inside choosing for the latter.

His eyes scrutinize the place, underneath tables or behind curtains, anywhere. He's not able to find anything. Dean shrugs as he's turning on his heels towards the door from his and Roman's room.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean's eyes widen in terror as the shadow approaches him and the moonlight coming from the windows shines over the figure's face revealing a familiar beard and smile.

"What the fuck, Bray?" His voice is almost as scared as his soul.

"I'm here for you." He laughs loudly, the sound seems to linger inside of him. Haunting.

When he finally reacts, comes down to reality he finds that Bray's already gone and Seth's calling for him from the outside.

"Dean? Are you alright?"

Dean turns around to try to get out he feels someone pulling him around, the door in front of him closing furiously.

And before he realizes, Bray's hand is on his neck leading him towards one of the large mirrors on his suite, shattering then falling over the pieces, his blood being shed on the floor tainting all the pieces.

Bray approaches him and grips his face with his hand, so he'll turn his scared blues into his own fuming ones.

"You know, I do all of this for you. Sometimes you force me to hurt you even when I don't want to."

His fuming eyes turning into sympathy and hurt, his thumb caressing the smaller man's bruised cheekbone softly, like feathers.

"But you'll be a good boy, right?" He smiled down on Dean, little lines forming next to his eyes as his expression softens.

"We both know I understand you more than anyone else you know can." Bray continues, still no answer from Dean.

While Bray's distracted looking outside the window he hides a piece of glass in his fist and swings it on Bray's face, making him back up from Dean giving him enough time to run away.

"I'm coming to get you!"

When Dean finally gets to the door, he find the hallway empty and silent. He runs off trying to find some door open and it looked like the corridor got larger with each step, he tries with all the doors but none open. Dean hears some heavy footsteps behind him and he turns around as he runs, suddenly being stopped when he crashes into someone. Automatically, he throws punches at whoever is in front of him.

"Dean!"

Roman's voice echoes in Dean's head for a while until he realizes it's a friendly voice. Slowly, he opens his eyes to find the Samoan looking down on him, worry showing in his grey eyes.

When he tries to move he feels he's laying down, probably blankets underneath him. His eyes roam the place and he's been there before.. The hospital?

"What the.."

What is happening?

A/N: Thank you everyone for reading and specially for commenting/reviewing! Reviews are always welcome. :)