Room 328, Early Tuesday Morning
In the wee hours of the morning, Sam woke up gasping, fresh from a nightmare.
Grace's crib had been on fire, and Zoe was pinned to the ceiling.
It was exactly the kind of nightmare that Sam expected to have. Grace's six month birthday was less than a week away, the kind of anniversary that didn't need to be verbally acknowledged among the Winchesters for them to all be aware that it was coming. The idea that the demon might return had been on Sam's mind for weeks now, so it made sense for the fear to enter his dreams as well.
But as Sam stared at his own ceiling, he thought about how clear the images had been, and about the sick feeling coursing through him that only came with his visions. He was going to have to talk to Dean, and it was going to have to be soon.
[Establishy unless the girlfriend wants in.]
Grace's crib had been on fire, and Zoe was pinned to the ceiling.
It was exactly the kind of nightmare that Sam expected to have. Grace's six month birthday was less than a week away, the kind of anniversary that didn't need to be verbally acknowledged among the Winchesters for them to all be aware that it was coming. The idea that the demon might return had been on Sam's mind for weeks now, so it made sense for the fear to enter his dreams as well.
But as Sam stared at his own ceiling, he thought about how clear the images had been, and about the sick feeling coursing through him that only came with his visions. He was going to have to talk to Dean, and it was going to have to be soon.
[Establishy unless the girlfriend wants in.]