Wake Up

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My eyes flew open as my body came into contact with something hard. I jerk up, seeing the sleeping form above me, the pocket I'd fallen out of.
Guess you dozed off...
Yeah,
So how do we get back in the pocket?
Um...I don't know.
Wait.
What?
Did I just hear something?
Uh...
There!
What is it?
Sounds like...

"Joe, think I see somethin."

"Think its them?"

"Let me...five of em, matches the description, doesn't look like they're campin, yeah, think these are the ones." A beam of blue light swept over the sleeping boys.
Oh god.
No.

I stood frozen on Deans arm. His breath hitting my skin, but doing nothing to alleviate the cold numbness working its way through my veins. Trace still snored, all the others remained silent. I was the only one awake.

"Rodge, yeah, found em. Sleeping here, little ways in the woods out by the Larkin's house. Uh, what'do you say Ted, mile? Two?"
I've got to wake them.

"Didn't think they'd be this easy, been on the run six months now."

"They're dropouts, not surprised."

I crept up Deans arm, trying not to fall off as I worked my way up to his face.

"Better handcuff em while they're still sleeping."

Metal jingled and the footsteps drew near. I hear a click as someone bound hands together. I heard the shuffle as someone knelt by Dean.
No..

His arm was lifted from under him, causing me to fall into the dirt as his body was lowered on top of me.

I heard him groan as his weight settled.
Oh my god. What have they done to deserve this?

I pushed against his collarbones, hoping I'd be able to crawl out between them. His pulse beat against me.
This is the same place you were in that dream...
Shut it with the dream.
Just saying.
I need to wake him. Think, how?
Um, bite him.
Bite him?
It might work.
He didn't feel it when I punched him. Plus, his skin is too thick for me to bite.
Just a suggestion, didn't say it'd work.
I can't yell either because one of the cops might hear me.
Oh god.

I beat my fists against the flesh above me helplessly.
Please wake up.

One final click sounded. Even if he woke now there wasn't anything he could do about it.

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