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- Lilly-Mae's point of view -
"You alright?" he asked as I stared into his hazel eyes. I never believed they existed, demons, but this one was staring right back at me. I moved awkwardly in my bedsheets as I went to sit up. "What are they about, your nightmares?" he continued curiously, but his attention went briefly to his phone when it went off.
Crowley and I had come to an agreement that I would get four hours of sleep before we would leave to get me somewhere safe, little did I know he was planning on staying in the room the entire time I slept.
"Nothing much," I replied sleepily while rubbing my eyes.
"Surely they are something if you wake up in such a fashion." It quickly became clear to me that he wouldn't stop asking until I gave him a reasonable answer. His attention shifted from me to the phone once more, and I decided to answer his question.
"My best friend—he visits me every night, sometimes in my dreams, but mostly in my nightmares," I sighed as I crawled out of the sheets because they started to strangle me, giving me the feeling of being trapped in something I didn't have control over, much like the dreams I was experiencing. I was starting to get confused at the consistent theme of them, the creature I saw, it must mean something. Exactly when I wanted to ask the demon about it, he spoke.
"Well, you got your four hours, let's go." Standing up he grabbed a bag that stood next to the chair he was sitting on. I eyed the salmon-colored paper bag, curious of what it was. "You can't look like this where we're going, put this on and clean yourself up," he spoke while emptying the contents on the bed. Out fell something made out of black fabric.
"You got me clothes?" I asked as I reached to grab them. He simply nodded as his focus shifted to his phone one last time after having gone off. Clenching his jaw he sighed loudly through his nostrils before dropping his phone to the ground, stomping on it as hard as possible with his right foot. I made eye contact with the demon, confusion written on my face.
"Hurry up," he simply said in a darker tone than usual. Something was wrong.
- Dean's point of view -
My foot was impatiently tapping the moist concrete ground at a gas station as I waited for Sam to fill up the car. The angel was sitting on the back seat, even more so impatient than I was, which was understandable.
"C'mon Sammy," I sighed as I looked down at him, crouched next to the Impala, pulling out the petrol gun.
"I can't go quicker than the thing allows it, Dean," he snapped back, butt-hurt. With big steps, my brother headed for the store to pay for the gas making me go back to the driver's seat, but I stopped before I reached the door.
A thought crossed my mind, a stupid, stupid thought, but we didn't have another choice. I pulled out my phone, opening my texts as I looked for a specific contact. I started writing a message while taking a deep breath, debating if I should even send it or not.
