Supernatural Season Three: A Dean Winchester Love Story

Dream a Little Dream of Me (3)

Dream a Little Dream of Me (3)

Kylie's POV

"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?"

 We had taken our time in the hospital room to ensure that Bobby was at least comfortable and a bit cleaned up. When the man would finally wake up, we didn't want him to have any discomfort or feel dirty. He had done so much for us in the past, it was the least we could do for him.

"Could be anyone." Sam answered as we made our way down the hallway.

"Yeah?" Dean asked with a sigh.

"Yeah." Sam confirmed with an equal amount of defeat in his voice.

"It has to be anyone who knew the doctor, they could've had access to his dream shroom." I offered as I stuck my hands in my pockets.

"Maybe on of his test subjects or something?" Sam offered.

"It's possible." 

My mind went back to the very unorganized list of documents the late doctor had, most of it had to be put together just to make sense and that took a while. "His research was pretty sketchy." I explained. "I mean . . . I don't know how many subjects he had, or who all of them were." I frowned reaching up to rub the back of my neck. "Hell, I can't make out half of his handwriting."

We came to a slow stop as we got to the front of the hospital just as Sam let out a scoff.

"What?" Dean questioned his younger brother.

Sam let out a heavy sigh. "In any other case we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now."

There was a beat of silence as I felt my  heart shattering as I physically swallowed back tears that threatened to fall. 

We needed Bobby.

Dean frowned at his brother, remorse written on his face before it quickly changed to r3ealization.

"You know what? You're right."

Sam and I looked at each other in confusion.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Let's go talk to him."

"Sure. I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided." Sam said with a hint of amusement, but I was more interested in what Dean was getting at.

"Not if we're tripping on some Dream Root." Dean explained as Sam and I both stood still, waiting to see if he was being serious or not.

"You want to go dream walking inside Bobby's head?" I asked slowly, my brows pulled together.

"What?" Sam blinked as he tried to wrap his brain around the idea.

"Yeah." Dean shrugged like the idea was so simple. "Why not? Maybe we could help."

I had to admit that it wasn't a terrible idea, but it wasn't the best one either.

"We have no idea what's crawling around in there." Sam pointed out.

I knew that my brain was pretty messed up, and if someone was running through my dreams they'd probably not make it through the night.

"Well, how bad could it be?"

I opened my mouth and immediately shut it. 

"Bad." Sam answered for me.

"Dude, it's Bobby." Dean scoffed.

"Bobby, who has been hunting since before we were born?" I sighed. "Who has seen probably more crap than we could ever imagine?" The boys stared at me, their eyes showing me that they already knew the risks. "Yeah, you're right." I sighed heavily. "One problem though, we're fresh out of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some . . . " I trailed watching Dean's face fall.