Sam's P.O.V.
"Thanks Bobby. Yeah, I'll call if we need anything. Talk to you later. Yeah, I know. Bye." I muttered into the phone, hanging up and walking over to my brother, sliding the phone into my pocket. "Hey, so Bobby just called. Said that he found us a hunt." I explained, running a hand through my hair and meeting his eyes for a moment before he looked away over his shoulder. He had been acting a bit off since Halloween, especially when Akuma was around. He looked at where she was sitting on the couch before he looked back at me and lifted an eyebrow.
"Oh yeah? What's it this time?" He questioned, taking a bite of the apple in his hand. He looked grumpy about it but Alice only had healthy snacks, though she had bought a lot of apples last week and Akuma had used them to make pies, but Alice had bought enough apples that there was enough left over, even after the pies had disappeared seemingly overnight. Alice stepped into the room and stood back behind Dean, tilting her head, waiting for me to speak.
"Not too sure, but Bobby said that there are a bunch of bizarre deaths in Springfield, Ohio." I said, reaching out and grabbing an apple for myself from the coffee table, sinking my teeth into it and letting the sweet taste wash over my tongue. It was nice having fresh fruit, we didn't always get it while on the road, we had been making small hunts out and around the province we were in, one had been wendigo's and others had been wolves and vamps, but there hadn't been any news up here the last couple of days so I had called Bobby for a hunt down in the states.
"Bizarre how?" Alice asked before Dean could and he shot her a look, but said nothing.
"Well, this one that just happened said that a college student was abducted by aliens, probed him, forced him to slow dance and then left him naked and dead in the soccer field on campus." I wanted to roll my eyes at the situation like Dean did because it sounded hilarious, but it seemed to be true.
"You sure it's not some nasty drug trip?" Dean laughed as he spoke and leaned back in the arm chair he had claimed, his eyes lighting up a bit as he took another bite from the apple, his legs stretching out.
"They found alien type hand prints on the victim in a kind of metallic paint. So, I think it's at least worth checking out." I said, making quick work of my apple and looking between Dean and Alice. I glanced over at Akuma to see if she was paying attention but her face was still hidden behind the book she had in her hand. The title was in a language that looked like French and I felt my eyebrows raise in slight shock. I knew a lot about Alice, especially from the last couple of months, but I was realizing how little I knew about Akuma. She was very talented at making it seem like you knew everything about her when you knew almost nothing.
"Sounds like fun. Crazy, but fun... I'm coming." Alice announced, pulling me back to the conversation at hand.
"You're not going anywhere, we have a lot to talk about." Akuma piped up and we all turned to face her, shocked that she was actually paying attention. Alice looked like she hadn't even known that Akuma was there and Dean looked like he forgot that she was there. She put a bookmark into the book and closed it, sitting up and staring Alice down. The look she gave her sister made me shiver, it was a look that said there was no arguing and I wouldn't have thought of it but Alice must have been used to the look by now because she didn't look phased at all.
"Like hell, I've got nothing to say to you." She said, her voice getting icy. They still hadn't spoken a lot and Alice seemed almost scared to when she talked to me about it. Akuma had been trying to make things better and trying to get Alice to talk to her since she had gotten back but Alice really wasn't having it.
"Then I'm coming too." Akuma shot back, her eyes getting a bit dark as she stood up. Her pupils dilated a bit and she dropped the book on the couch, walking past all of us, her body tense.
"Fine, but don't expect me to be all happy-go-lucky." Alice called after her, receiving the bird from Akuma in response before the older woman turned the corner and walked up the stairs, her steps heavy, but not heavy enough to be considered stomping
"Alright, so let's pack up and get this hunt done." Dean laughed nervously and stood up, his eyes meeting mine before he pulled me to the side. "Uh, Sammy, you can ride with Akuma and I'll take Alice. You know, less conflict and all." He muttered and I went to argue, but it made sense. It would be best to have someone with Akuma, but having Alice with her would end in fighting and neither Dean nor Akuma would give up their car to ride with the other.
Dean's P.O.V.
I parked in the parking lot of the small motel and got out of baby, leaving Sam to converse with the girls while I went to go get two rooms. I was already angry that this hunt was going on basically no information and now the girls had to come along. After spending the last couple weeks stuck with a cranky Alice and now Akuma constantly bitching out at Alice and her bitching back, I was ready to shoot myself. I wanted things to settle down for a while, to go back to just Sammy and I, to like it was before the whole Akuma being a demon thing; I needed a break. I tapped my knuckles on the counter trying to get the attention of the man behind the counter.
"Can I help you?" His voice was raspy with a hint of annoyance when he finally noticed me. I rolled my eyes at him and leaned forward a bit, feeling annoyance rise in my chest when he rolled his eyes at me.
"Uh, yeah. I'd like two rooms, two beds in each, thanks." I was short with him while I placed my credit card on the counter and waited for a response. The man was old and moved very slow, not making my mood any better as he took what seemed like forever to type into the computer. I rolled my eyes and picked up my card, tapping it impatiently against the desk and turning my glare to my hands.
"I'm sorry, we only have one room left. I can have the maids come in a set up a cot if you like. There are only two beds in this room." He coughed after speaking and I sighed, looking up at him and wrapping my hand hard around the card.
"How many beds can you fit into that room?" I groaned, this was the last place on the list that had any open rooms. We had spent all morning driving around town looking for a place that had any vacancy. It was a slightly bigger town, had to be to have a college, but it was still a town and there was nothing going on so the fact that there was only one place with a vacancy was crazy. Not to mention that it only had one room. I could already tell that this hunt was going to be complete hell. If I was lucky it would be a short hunt and we wouldn't have to spend too long locked in a single room with the girls, but with how things were going today I wouldn't be surprised if it took a while.
"Let me see here." He pushed his glasses up higher in his nose and leaned into the computer and I groaned again, shaking my head in response.
"You know what? I'll take the room, just put a cot in there, please." I gave him my card as he handed me the keys to the room and he scanned it while I grumbled under my breath, taking the card back from him. I huffed as I walked out to the car to go get my bag and tell them that we would all be bunking in the same room. Once we got inside we all started to unpack our crap. The room was big, or it would have been with just two of us, but it was small enough that it felt crowded with all four of us in the room.
"Well I call one of the beds!" Akuma shouted, flopping down on the bed and spreading out to claim it as hers. There was a soft smile on her face though it didn't reach her eyes and it faded from her face when Alice spoke.
"I dibs the other one." Alice called from the bathroom and I groaned, setting my bag on the ground by the door. Akuma had stood up by the time I turned around and her face was hard, while she turned her back to the room and started digging in her bag, holding a newish looking journal as she turned around. It was black and had a clasp with some other metal decoration on the over that I couldn't really make out due to the fact that she grabbed a pen and immediately sat on the couch with her back to us.
"Why don't you two just share a bed? That way one of us can get a bed and the other can get the cot." I suggested, not really wanting to sleep on a cot or the floor. If I could get them to agree then I would definitely be stealing a bed.
"Oh I am not sharing a bed with her!" Alice called again from the bathroom, her voice getting cold and I let out a soft sigh escaping my lips at the words and tone. If they couldn't get along this was going to get worse and worse.
"Neither am I. She could sleep on the floor for all I care." Akuma snapped back, her voice picking up a growl. I chuckled lightly, trying to hold it in as I plopped down onto the edge of the bed that Akuma had claimed and ran a hand through my hair.
"For the love of….well then, Sam, you and Alice could share a bed. You're dating and stuff." I grumbled, smirking slightly when he blushed and shot me a glare, I winked at him with a grin knowing that I was pushing his buttons.
"Dean!" Sam shot out, finally speaking up after being quiet since we arrived. His face calmed and went a bit back to normal colour as he moved forward towards me. He looked like he was annoyed, but his eyes told me that he was happy and it kind of looked like he enjoyed it. It had probably been awhile since he was teased in that kind of way and it was somewhat my fault and I still felt pretty bad about it, though I was happy to have my brother with me.
"I won't promise that nothing won't happen." Alice finally came out of the bathroom, steam clouding around her as the towel was being wrapped around her head and her monkey suit on. She cocked an eyebrow and I rolled my eyes at her, though I smirked when I noticed that Sam blushed again.
"Okay, no. Ew. I'd rather sleep in the same bed as Dean than have to imagine you guys going at it." Akuma sat straight up and glared at her sister from over the back of the couch. I groaned and flopped onto my back, not liking the direction that this was going in. I ran a hand over my face and closed my eyes, keeping my mouth shut.
"Ha! I bet you couldn't last one night in the same bed as Dean." Alice shot back, drawing a bitter laugh from Akuma and a short chuckle from Sam. I rolled onto my side and opened my eyes, moving so I could see everyone.
"Hey!" I called, not wanting this to turn into something where Akuma would try to prove that she could. The last thing I needed was to share a bed with her. I still couldn't fully stop thinking of what happened and having her so close would make it so much worse.
"Guys cut it out." Sam piped up, moving forward a bit to try and step between them.
"Alright, then it's settled. Dean and I are sharing a bed. Sam gets the cot and Alice can sleep in the other bed." Akuma declared, standing up from the couch and closing her journal. I groaned, knowing it would be easier to accept it than to argue. I grabbed my suit and rolled off the bed, replacing Alice in the bathroom.
Alice's P.O.V.
"You two can handle the...hit and run...in the bedroom. Sam and I can get a head on asking around. This thing could be a bizarre ghost or something." I said softly, smoothing my hand over the bun I had put my hair in. I rolled my shoulders back and looked up at Dean, waiting for him to argue. He had seemed upset with a lot of things lately, especially when it came to my sister, though that made sense. It seemed like Sam was the only one who wasn't upset with her.
"Yeah alright. Call if you get anything." Dean grumbled, taking a few steps back.
"You too." I tugged at Sam's hand and pulled him away to start interviews. We had lined up some people to interview about the death and the janitor that had discovered the bod was on the top of our list.
"Thank you for coming," Sam started, his eyes falling to the name tag on the man's shirt. "Barry." He finished, his voice going all official. I bit back a smile and looked at the file in my hand, trying to distract myself from the light blush that had climbed my neck a bit. I'd always had a thing for men in suits and when he talked like that it affected me in ways that weren't exactly appropriate.
"Oh it's nothin'. Anything I can do to help." He smiled and I tilted my head to the sound of his voice. It was playful and had a slight accent. His voice sounded very familiar and I could have sworn I heard it before; it was the kind of voice that I'd be able to pick out in a crowd, but I couldn't quite figure out where I knew it from. The man was quite short, only a little taller than me, which was odd considering I'm tiny as hell.
"So can you tell us again how you found the body?" Sam asked, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. I lifted my gaze and looked at the man again, blinking in slight shock when I noticed he was staring at me. I frowned and glanced at Sam for a moment before looking back. The man had looked away and was looking at Sam for now, but the moment he started speaking he looked back at me.
"Uh, sure thing. Well, I was mopping the hallways, like I always do, and when I passed by Mr. Johnson's door I noticed that there was, well what looked like blood coming from under the door. So I knocked and there was no answer. I managed to open the door to see him on the floor, he looked like he had been beaten up pretty bad, but then I noticed that there was a tire mark on his chest and face. Ain't that bizarre." He laughed to himself before smiling at me, his whisky coloured eyes lighting up as I smiled back. There was something in his voice that called to me, it sound like he was almost singing, singing a familiar song, it was really bugging me now. I had definitely heard his voice before and not being able to figure it out was bugging the shit out of me. I parted my lips to speak but nothing came from my mouth, I don't know why, I mean I wasn't attracted to this man, he wasn't really my type. It was more like I was befuddled and speechless at the fact that he was so damn familiar.
"Agent, are you alright? You look a little lost." Barry spoke up, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed hard and nodded, taking another moment before I could spit out words.
"Uh, no. Just thinking." I pulled a stray strand of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. "Is there anything else that you remember? Like a smell, or a cold spot, maybe electrical failures?" Sam had glanced down at me to make sure I was alright, I gave him a small smile and then turned my attention back to the janitor, watching as he ran a hand over his golden brown hair.
"Hmm, no. Not that I can think of, well the body did smell pretty bad though." I smirked to myself as he chuckled, Sam on the other hand stayed silent.
"Well thank you, you have been very helpful." Sam's voice had gotten lower and he sounded a bit grumpy and like he wanted to leave now.
"If you don't mind me askin', do you know how tire marks could have gotten on the body?" His golden eyes twinkling as he leaned in to speak. The side of his mouth quirking up as he spoke and I gave him another smile, though I wasn't aware of making the decision.
"We cannot release that information." Sam pushed, clicking his pen and putting the notepad away, signalling that he was done. He was suddenly grumpy and I turned and gave him a frown before turning my attention back to the janitor.
"If you think of anything else, please call us." I handed him a card that had my cell phone number on it and he took it carefully. His finger brushed against mine, sending a pulling sensation through me. It was similar to the pull that I felt to Sam in that it ran deep and made me feel safe and gave me the need to be around him to stay safe, but it was different in a lot of other ways. It only lasted a moment and I pulled away a bit too fast before offering another smile and following Sam out of the Janitor's room, a slight shiver running down my spine.
"What was that about?" Sam asked, pulling at my arm as we rounded the corner to meet up with Dean and Akuma. I hoped that they had been more successful than us, we needed some answers on this case.
"What was what about?" I answered him back after a bit of hesitation due to me needing to be able to process that he actually spoke. I could tell that he was a little jealous, even though I don't know why; I had no interest in that guy and anyways Sam and I were already together.
"You and the janitor, he could barely keep his eyes off you." He grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away from me. I couldn't help but smile at him. He was cute when he was grumpy and it had about as much effect as a puppy being upset because it didn't get its way. If Sam were to turn into any animal, it would be a dog.
"Oh, sweetie, that's nothing. He probably thought I was pretty, and anyways, I'm all yours." I went up on my tip toes to reach his lips, pressing mine against his forcefully to let him know that he was mine. "You've got nothing to worry about." I ran my thumb over his lip to clear away the lipstick print I left, smiling when he smiled and kissed my thumb.
"Look at the lovebirds, ain't that cute." Dean sounded grumpy and sarcastic as he came around the corner, followed by a gagging noise that Akuma made as she stood beside him. I meant to give her a glare but she wasn't even looking at me. Instead her eyes were trained somewhere down the hallway and their usual light, icy blue was leaning towards a cloudy grey. I'd never seen her eyes get that dark with emotion before and I felt a moment of regret before I remembered what she put me through and I pushed away the regret.
"Get a room you two." Akuma folded her arms over her chest, obviously struggling to keep her voice light as she finally turned her gaze to me. "Anyways, what did you guys find out, unless you were too busy making out in the closet again." She finished, flipping her hair out of her face. She had opted to keep it down this time though I wasn't sure why. She had let it grow out a lot lately and it was basically at her hips rather than just past mid back like usual.
"It wasn't a closet, Akuma!" I grumbled, rolling my eyes and turning my gaze to Dean instead.
"Basically the janitor's story pans out. He said that he didn't feel or smell anything out of the ordinary so this thing could literally be anything. Did you guys get something?" Sam asked, sounding like he was hoping that they did. I was hoping that they did as well; we desperately needed something to go off of.
"Nada." Dean sighed and I groaned, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration.
"Great, back to square one." I muttered.
Akuma's P.O.V.
"What did you do to my laptop?!" Sam snapped just as I was rolling out of bed. I groaned, having taken a nap due to the lack of sleep I'd been getting. I'd moved to the cot after sharing a bed with Dean for a night, not wanting to cause more shit with anyone. Sam was the only one who would talk to me without getting grumpy or weird and he was the only one who wasn't glaring at me every other minute. The cot was nothing but a thin, lumpy mattress and it dug into my muscles and made me sore as fuck, which led to me being even crankier and starting more fights. We had all been arguing a lot lately when we weren't on the field or basically ignoring each other and I was starting to get completely pissed off with the entire situation. I wanted my own bed and room back and I also wanted to see Bobby, but I was scared that he was pissed at me as well.
"I didn't touch your laptop." Dean shot back as I stood up and straightened out my sweatpants and tank top. I turned to face both of them, trying to work knots out of my hair that desperately needed to be cut. But Alice was still being a raging bitch and I didn't trust anyone else to cut my hair. It was growing weirdly fast and was at my ass now. It was a hassle to do anything with it other hand put it up in a ponytail, and washing it was hell.
"Yeah you did! Look you froze it and now my hard drive is overheating! Dean, how many times have I told you not to touch my stuff!" Sam flipped his computer around to show me and Dean, and I burst out laughing when I saw that it was frozen to a 'busty Asian beauty' porn website.
"Burn…. Looks like you got caught." I snarked, twisting my hair up into a pony tail and walking towards the instant coffee, laughing again as Dean glared at me and Sam cursed him out under his breath.
"Real mature Sam." Dean slammed the door open and I groaned, dropping my head onto my journal. Dean was supposed to go out and figure stuff out while Alice went for a jog about two minutes ago and Dean had opted to go try to find a new lead, but that clearly wasn't happening anymore. I sighed and pulled myself up, closing my journal as Sam spoke.
"What?" Sam asked, looking up from the computer that he was still trying to fix after he found it frozen on porn this morning. He had made some headway not too long ago, which was nice, but he was still kind of grumpy with Dean.
"Slashing Baby's tires. That's real low, even for you." Dean snapped and my eyes widened at Sam. Freezing a computer was bad but going as far to slash tires, especially on Baby, was low and a total dick move.
"I would never do that to your car." Sam rebuffed as I winced a bit when I imagined what it looked like. I swallowed hard and rested my chin in my hand, deciding to keep my mouth shut and let this play out, it was better that way. I didn't want Dean yelling at me again.
"Oh but you did….look...evidence." The older Winchester held up the Younger's wallet and I pressed my hand to my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath and getting ready for them to start yelling at each other for like the tenth time today, which was already pissing me off.
"So it was you who took my wallet." Sam snapped as he stood up and tried to grab his wallet from his brother. His voice growling in frustration.
"You're gunna pay for the damage you did to her...as well as my emotional trauma." Dean danced out of Sam's reach and opened the wallet, pulling out some cash as he glared at his brother. I groaned and sunk deeper into my chair but pushed it out, preparing to stand up and intervene if things got too far out of hand.
"Oh boo hoo, Dean I didn't do it!" Sam was nearly yelling at this point as he darted towards his brother, though Dean moved out of the way and laughed, tossing the now empty wallet on the ground at Sam's feet. I groaned again, more loudly this time, and stood up, moving around the table but staying a decent distance away.
"Guys stop, you're over reacting a little." I muttered, keeping my voice level and even.
"Shut up!" They snapped at me at the same time and I narrowed my eyes at them. They were pissed at each other, not me, but they needed to stop fighting. We all needed to stop fighting so much. It was annoying and exhausting and stopped us from doing a proper job on this hunt.
"Damn it Sam!" Dean rounded on his brother and I ran a hand through my hair, twisting it back up into a bun and making the decision to get it cut right away. Alice obviously wasn't going to come around anytime soon, no matter how much that sucked, and I needed to get it cut soon. I was thinking that I could go to a hairdressers place in town after the hunt but I wasn't sure if that would even happen.
"Dean, I didn't….okay if we are going to go there then we will. You are gross, get your food out of the fridge, it's old and gross and greasy and your stupid socks in the sink." I sighed softly but said nothing, opting to close and lock my journal before storing it away in my bag instead. There was nothing to do but sit around and watch them so I just leaned back, deciding to wait it out.
"What's wrong with my socks? And brother, don't get me started on you, you and your damn hair and multiple shampoos." I didn't point out that the shampoo was mine, Sam had a small bottle that was enough. I had like three things going at once to deal with my mess at the moment and then Alice had her own shit for her crazy curls. Dean was the only one who could survive with the complimentary shampoos given by the motels.
"Boys!" I interjected again, getting tired of the useless banter. Sam needed to fix his computer or get on Alice's so we could try to find leads as to what this thing was. Standing around and throwing our weak insults was just going to cause this to take more time.
"Give me my money!" Sam lunged at Dean and tackled him onto the bed, struggling to get his money from Dean, though the older Winchester was managing to keep the younger one at bay. I stood and watched them wrestle, laughing slightly at how ridiculous they looked, until they fell off the bed. At that point I stalked over and grabbed the collar of Dean's shirt, easily lifting him up and onto his feet before grabbing the money from his hand and throwing it at Sam. I took a step back as a wave of annoyance and anger coming from Dean hit me like a solid wall. I had been doing my best to keep my mind closed off and not feel their emotions or get to their thoughts but the powerful ones were hard to keep out and it was hard to keep their shit out when I was so frustrated with everything.
"Get your shit together. What the fuck is going on with you too?!" I demanded, clearing my throat after I poke but pretending I hadn't felt what Dean had thrown out. It almost felt intentional. Alice had intentionally thrown out waves of strong emotion or strong thoughts to me after I explained that my mind tricks were more sensitive and I was trying my best to keep them blocked off. She wasn't giving me the chance to talk or make things better and was just purposely trying to make them worse instead.
"It's all his fault." They both answered and I rolled my eyes, heading to have a shower in defeat.
The room I stood in was mostly dark, with the only light coming from the red and black candles that had been lit and placed by the curtained windows and bedside tables. I moved through the room slowly, barely touching the ground as I walked; it was as if I was walking on air. I could feel a light breeze drift through the room, making me shiver slightly, which was strange; I've never been one to get cold easily. I glanced down at myself to see why I would be cold and lifted my eyebrows when I saw a black lace bra clinging to my body perfectly, pushing my breasts up. At this point my cleavage almost spilling over. I leaned forward a bit, only to see a black lace thong and thigh high socks attached to a red satin garter belt. I lifted my head and noticed a mirror not too far away and walked up to it, grinning at my own appearance. I knew I was attractive, but standing in this lingerie and in this lighting just made me look a thousand times better. I tossed my hair over my shoulder and admired my figure a little longer, sucking in a breath when I felt a pair of warm hands caress my waist and slip around so that they hovered over my hips before one of the hands slid down my leg and the other made its way up my torso. I closed my eyes and leaned back into the man's touch, feeling his bare chest press against up against my back. His lips kissed my bare shoulder and worked their way up my neck while his hand left my torso and turned my head so he could finally meet my lips. I kissed him back hard and turned so that I could run my hands along his chest and shoulders, keeping my eyes closed as we moved. He lifted me up off the ground and tucked my legs around his waist as he walked over to the bed where he set me down and began to kiss and suck at my neck. I turned my head to see our reflection in the mirror and took in the way his muscular body draped over me, his hands running over my sides, leaving a tingling sensation after every touch. I groaned low and looked past the mirror, lifting my eyebrow curiously when I noticed a wall of whips, handcuffs, ropes, gags and various sizes of dildos; I wasn't sure I really knew what was happening but I liked it. A shudder ran through my entire body as the man dug his nails in near my hips, causing me to arch my back into him. He moaned into my skin as I rubbed my body against him, moaning when I felt him grind up against me while he bit hard into my shoulder. I moaned again as he slid one of his hands down and between my legs and met my lips with a hard, lust filled kiss. I could feel the familiar burning of excitement as it started to pool in my lower belly and I arched up again at the feeling. I wanted nothing more than to bring this all to sex, but it seemed like the man was determined to make me wait. I groaned against his lips as he slowly pulled his hand back up my body, grinding his hard dick against me. I moaned hard and loud as he moved faster against me, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he brought me over the edge to an orgasm that let me panting. I was drunk on his touch and desperately needed his lips on me, but I wanted to know who it was. I finally opened my eyes to look down at the man, just as he glanced up to meet my gaze from where he hovered near my belly button. His green eyes shimmering in the candlelight and my body tensed suddenly as a smile grew on his lips.
"Dean!" I half screamed and half moaned, waking myself up from the dream. I sat up on the cot, sweat plastering my hair to my face. My eyes shot around the room, stopping when they landed on Dean who was sitting straight up in the bed above me, his eyes wide as the light was flicked on, by someone else. I swallowed hard and felt my face get hot with blush, and noticed that Dean's was the same, though I didn't know why his was red. He wasn't the one who had a sex dream.
"What the fuck was that?!" Alice called from the other bed and I turned my attention to her, only noticing now that she was awake and staring at me. "You did NOT have a sex dream and project it on me...that was not cool." She sounded like she was more entertained than anything and I lifted a hand to my face, wiping my hair out of my eyes.
"Wait what?! You saw that?" I asked, my voice shaking a bit. I couldn't believe that out of everything that could have happened, or anyone that I could have had a sex dream about it just had to be Dean.
"Yeah, really Akuma...Dean?" Alice replied, a small laugh escaping with her words. I shoved a hand through my hair and used my free hand to pinch the bridge of my nose, not even wanting to look at Dean.
"Oh thank god!" Sam sounded relieved and a flash of worry hit me from him, like he had been scared that he was the one who had the dream. Either way it happened and it was terrible.
"You saw it too?" My voice was weak as I asked, turning my gaze up when I heard someone's feet hit the ground.
"We all saw it." Dean's voice was low and he walked past me and into the bathroom, the door slamming hard behind him. I winced and a wave of panic hit me, making my breath come out in short spurts.
"Oh my god, I swear I didn't mean to….I don't, I've never dreamed about stuff like this!" I tried to explain to them, though Alice was laughing again and Sam looked a bit scared. I groaned and pushed myself up, grabbing my jacket and pulling it over my pyjamas. "I need to take a walk." I muttered, pulling my boots on and zipping them up and around my sweats before making my way out of the room, letting the door close hard behind me.