SUPERNATURAL. in which a girl - bek anderson - is found on the side of the road. 8 years later, she has no recollection of her life before that until a pair of brothers walk into the bar. together they hunt the supernatural - saving people, hunting...
┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ FATHER OF THE YEAR ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛ ( Dream A Little Dream Of Me )
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SAM APPROACHED THE two sitting on the bed with three glasses, two for them and one for him. "Well, shall we turn off the lights and sync up 'wizard of oz' with dark side of the moon?" Dean asks sarcastically. Allison stares at the glass in slight disgust — it was not a pretty yellow and smelt awful.
"Why?" Sam looks over at Dean from the other bed. Dean stares at him for a moment, "What did you do during college?"
Dean went to drink the dream root but Sam stops him. "Wait, wait, wait." He calls out and digs into his pocket, pulling out a small bag, "Cant forget this." He pulls out a piece of hair and gives it to Dean and then hands another one to Allison.
"What the hell is this?" Allison asks, looking from it to Sam. "Bobby's hair." Sam replies.
"We have to drink Bobby's hair?" Dean asks as his face morphs into disgust. "That's how you control whose dream you're entering," Sam tells them, "You have to, uh, drink some of their body."
Allison whispers a string of curses as she places the hair into the drink. It had her want to throw up. "Guess hair from the head is better than any other place on Bobby's body." Dean sighs and places the hair into his drink as does Sam. After clinking cups, that all chugged their cup.
"Oh, God." Allison mutters, gagging a bit. Dean and Sam made a noise of distaste. "Feel anything?" Dean asks them.
"No." Sam and Allison respond in unison. "You feel anything?" Sam asks Dean who shakes his head, pursing his lips, "Maybe we got some bag schwag. After hearing thunder, Allison furrows her eyebrows and looks toward the window. "Hey," she looks over at the brothers, "when did it start raining?"
Dean stands up and walks over to the window, pulling away the curtains revealing the rain. "When did it start raining upside down?"
Within the blink of an eye, they were in a different atmosphere. They were in a house. "Okay, I don't know what's weirder — the fact that we're in Bobby's head or that he's dreaming of Better Homes And Gardens." Dean comments.
Allison looks around. "Wait . . . wait! Imagine the place without the paint job, more cluttered, dusty, books all over the place." A breath escapes her mouth as she realizes it was Bobby's house.
"Bobby's house." Dean nods and she looks at him, nodding. "Bobby?" Allison calls out, hoping for an answer. Sam walks out of the room, "Dean, Allison? I'm gonna take a look outside."
"No! Stay close." Dean shouts in a hushed whisper. "Dude, I'll be fine. Just look around in here." Sam tells him and walks out of their view.
"I'll go check in here." Allison tells Dean who opens his mouth to object, but immediately closes it, knowing how stubborn the brunette was when it came to Bobby. She opened the door and stepped into the room, but when she closed it — everything changed and she was no longer in Bobby's house but someone else's home. Music played all around her and there were sweaty teenagers everywhere.
