SPN Dream: Watching the Winchesters
Kind of weird, but this is a dream I had last night involving Supernatural. Not the orange juice one, or the one where Sam is a miniature horse, or the one with John and the anthropomorphic skunk. Those were all a while back, this is a different one.
Alright, so in the dream Dean is about 14, Sam's 10 and I'm pretty close in age to Dean and am a friend or a minder of some sort, because for some reason, I'm the responsible one. (Yeah, suuuure)
John's away doing John things and Missouri is supposed to be keeping an eye on the boys, but she's gone off to some kind of globe-trotting Psychics Convention or globe-spanning pub crawl. Possibly both. All through the dream she kept drunk-calling from places all over the world (Tokyo, Oslo, Brisbane...) going on about how wonderful it was to be psychic.
The Winchesters were living in a pretty much empty trailer with ugly olive green polyester carpet. The only things in the place were bedrolls, a couple grocery bags of random stuff, a small portable stereo and a little computer station. I forget exactly how it happened, but we managed to accidentally summon a demon, an electricity elemental, and there were five undead hyper-intelligent killer bees as well which we may or may not have been responsible for. Now that I think about it, Sammy may have raised them from the dead accidentally.
We manage to confine everything into various rooms in the trailer, but then realize John's going to be back any second and so Sammy was going to distract John and keep him in 'safe' rooms while Dean and I went through the place trying to banish stuff, which of course went so very very wrong.
By the time John got past Sammy, the electricity elemental had gotten into the walls and Dean and I were trapped in a room with it, the demon that had broken out of the room it was confined in, and the undead bees were dive-bombing us and the demon at random, which wasn't helping.
That was when John walked in, ignoring the total chaos, and started yelling at me for not keeping Sam and Dean out of trouble. And of course not yelling at Missouri who's drunk off her feet in Cairo when she's supposed to be the one watching things.
Then we set about banishing the demon, grounding out the electricity elemental, and shooing the hyper-intelligent undead killer bees out a window which... didn't really do much to them, they just flew away taunting us about coming back for revenge or something. No one seemed worried about that.
Then we all went for ice cream, and then I woke up.
In other news, the uploading of prior fiction is taking longer than I thought, and so will continue into next week.
Alright, so in the dream Dean is about 14, Sam's 10 and I'm pretty close in age to Dean and am a friend or a minder of some sort, because for some reason, I'm the responsible one. (Yeah, suuuure)
John's away doing John things and Missouri is supposed to be keeping an eye on the boys, but she's gone off to some kind of globe-trotting Psychics Convention or globe-spanning pub crawl. Possibly both. All through the dream she kept drunk-calling from places all over the world (Tokyo, Oslo, Brisbane...) going on about how wonderful it was to be psychic.
The Winchesters were living in a pretty much empty trailer with ugly olive green polyester carpet. The only things in the place were bedrolls, a couple grocery bags of random stuff, a small portable stereo and a little computer station. I forget exactly how it happened, but we managed to accidentally summon a demon, an electricity elemental, and there were five undead hyper-intelligent killer bees as well which we may or may not have been responsible for. Now that I think about it, Sammy may have raised them from the dead accidentally.
We manage to confine everything into various rooms in the trailer, but then realize John's going to be back any second and so Sammy was going to distract John and keep him in 'safe' rooms while Dean and I went through the place trying to banish stuff, which of course went so very very wrong.
By the time John got past Sammy, the electricity elemental had gotten into the walls and Dean and I were trapped in a room with it, the demon that had broken out of the room it was confined in, and the undead bees were dive-bombing us and the demon at random, which wasn't helping.
That was when John walked in, ignoring the total chaos, and started yelling at me for not keeping Sam and Dean out of trouble. And of course not yelling at Missouri who's drunk off her feet in Cairo when she's supposed to be the one watching things.
Then we set about banishing the demon, grounding out the electricity elemental, and shooing the hyper-intelligent undead killer bees out a window which... didn't really do much to them, they just flew away taunting us about coming back for revenge or something. No one seemed worried about that.
Then we all went for ice cream, and then I woke up.
In other news, the uploading of prior fiction is taking longer than I thought, and so will continue into next week.