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Dream 001
[05 July 2009, 16:10]
Dean was standing in an empty hallway, his heart pounding in his ears. His bright green gaze followed the checkered flooring to the end of the hall.
Sam was standing at a door--the only door in the hall, which was weird to Dean since a hall was meant to connect more then one room. He paid no attention to it though and started down the hall.
"Hey Sam!" Dean hollered at him as he came closer to his younger brother.
No response.
Dean frowned at that and decided to try again.
"SAMMY!"
Still nothing.
Pissed, Dean sped up but realized shortly after that he was getting nowhere. The hall seemed to extend as he moved foreward, almost as if he were either running in place or if it were growing.
The older Winchester stopped as he saw Sam push the door open and his eyes widened. There wasn't a room behind the door, no, just a black void.
Suddenly Sam spoke, causing Dean to jump out of his skin.
"Are you ready, Dean?" He asked in a low voice as he turned around to face his older brother.
"Wh...what the hell are you talking about Sammy?" Dean asked in response, his confusion only growing. Something was wrong and this was starting to piss him off.
He started foreward again and this time he was able to make the distance between himself and Sam. He stopped about a foot away and shot an ugly look at Sam.
"What the hell is your-" Dean started.
Sam looked down and started to laugh as if he'd been told the funniest joke known to mankind.
Dean stepped foreward and grabbed Sam's shoulders, shaking him. He couldn't be possessed, they had the devil's trap tattooed on their chests to prevent it. No...something else was wrong here.
"What the fuck is your damage Sammy?!" Dean asked, his voice demanding and even slightly alarmed.
Sam looked back up at his brother, his grin spread almost inhumanly across his face. His eyes changed from their usual color to pure black and Dean jerked away from him.
He couldn't be possesed! It was impossible--
"Now Deeean...you know that isn't true. I have the blood inside of me..." Sam's demonic voice rang out almost sing-song like.
"I chose this Dean. The power...it's all mine. And now?" Sam paused and his grin faded.
"It's time for you to go to the place you belong."
Dean could feel his blood run cold in his veins and everything seemed to slow down. As Sam reached for him, he knew what the black void beyond the door was now. Hell. The place he belonged.
His little brother's fringers closed around his jacket collar and Dean tried to jerk away but it was too late.
The slow motion stopped and Dean was being thrown into the nothingness. As he fell, he could hear his brother calling to him.
"Send my reguards to Dad, will you?"
[Dean wakes up with a start, beads of sweat sliding off of his forehead. He's out of breath and his left hand is clenching on to the sheets. All he can find himself thinking is "What the fuck?"]
Sam was standing at a door--the only door in the hall, which was weird to Dean since a hall was meant to connect more then one room. He paid no attention to it though and started down the hall.
"Hey Sam!" Dean hollered at him as he came closer to his younger brother.
No response.
Dean frowned at that and decided to try again.
"SAMMY!"
Still nothing.
Pissed, Dean sped up but realized shortly after that he was getting nowhere. The hall seemed to extend as he moved foreward, almost as if he were either running in place or if it were growing.
The older Winchester stopped as he saw Sam push the door open and his eyes widened. There wasn't a room behind the door, no, just a black void.
Suddenly Sam spoke, causing Dean to jump out of his skin.
"Are you ready, Dean?" He asked in a low voice as he turned around to face his older brother.
"Wh...what the hell are you talking about Sammy?" Dean asked in response, his confusion only growing. Something was wrong and this was starting to piss him off.
He started foreward again and this time he was able to make the distance between himself and Sam. He stopped about a foot away and shot an ugly look at Sam.
"What the hell is your-" Dean started.
Sam looked down and started to laugh as if he'd been told the funniest joke known to mankind.
Dean stepped foreward and grabbed Sam's shoulders, shaking him. He couldn't be possessed, they had the devil's trap tattooed on their chests to prevent it. No...something else was wrong here.
"What the fuck is your damage Sammy?!" Dean asked, his voice demanding and even slightly alarmed.
Sam looked back up at his brother, his grin spread almost inhumanly across his face. His eyes changed from their usual color to pure black and Dean jerked away from him.
He couldn't be possesed! It was impossible--
"Now Deeean...you know that isn't true. I have the blood inside of me..." Sam's demonic voice rang out almost sing-song like.
"I chose this Dean. The power...it's all mine. And now?" Sam paused and his grin faded.
"It's time for you to go to the place you belong."
Dean could feel his blood run cold in his veins and everything seemed to slow down. As Sam reached for him, he knew what the black void beyond the door was now. Hell. The place he belonged.
His little brother's fringers closed around his jacket collar and Dean tried to jerk away but it was too late.
The slow motion stopped and Dean was being thrown into the nothingness. As he fell, he could hear his brother calling to him.
"Send my reguards to Dad, will you?"
[Dean wakes up with a start, beads of sweat sliding off of his forehead. He's out of breath and his left hand is clenching on to the sheets. All he can find himself thinking is "What the fuck?"]
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