Dream Two

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“You gonna be alright?” Dean asked, getting as close as he could without touching her and risking another panic attack.

She nodded slowly. “I hope so. I need to sleep…” She rubbed her eyes and sighed.

“You will, Em. See you in the morning.” Dean turned and laid down to sleep.

Emily smirked at his confidence. She wished she felt the same, but after the first couple of nightmares, her faith in her subconscious mind had all but vanished. She took a deep breath, then curled in beside him.

Settling in her twin’s warmth and safety, Emily closed her eyes and prayed to every god in existence that she could make it through the night.

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She woke a couple of hours later with Dean gone from her side. She looked around the room before slinking out of bed and padding to her dresser drawers.

Having gotten dressed and found her brothers and Bobby all gone, Emily took the keys to the Impala and drove to Sioux Falls. She parked on the street and walked to the 24/7 convenience store a block away.

It was completely silent and empty, which she didn’t think too much of; the clock on the wall read 3:13 AM.

She started wandering the aisles, not looking for anything in particular. She paused and bent down to get a closer look at the boxes of teabags. After a moment of decision, she reached out to pull one from the shelf. A hand shot out and clamped down on her wrist. She flinched back with a frightened yelp.

“Dean…?” she started as she turned around to see who it was.

Emily screamed, tried to tear her arm away from it. The hand belonged to a faceless being. One that just stared into her eyes despite the fact it had none of its own. Before she could get away, another faceless thing grabbed her other arm, followed by another and another and another. They started grabbing at her clothes and hair and face until she was completely surrounded and unable to escape.

She tried to call out for help, but a hand covered her mouth. She writhed and struggled, but there was no way to beat all of them off.

The fluorescents above exploded and the store was plunged into darkness.

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Emily woke up screaming once again, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Dean shot up and turned toward her. He was careful not to touch her, so he just tried to get her to look in his eyes. “Em! Emily, hey! It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re safe, Em. You’re safe.” He never looked away, never pulled away from her panicking.

Emily stopped screaming and just listened to his voice.

“You tried, sunshine, and that’s enough. It’s okay. It’s okay.”

“Okay, okay… I-I’m okay…” said Emily. She took a couple of deep breaths, then looked around at the familiar room. Her drawers were open with clothes messily stuffed into them. Her Smith & Wesson laid on the chair beside the door, safety on, ammo clip sitting next to it for good measure. Her journal laid open on the nightstand; she’d forgotten to put the cap back on her pen.

Emily caught her breath, sat up in amongst the blankets, clutched her pillow, and cried.