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I'd never admit it to Bobby, but my eyes were fixed on the cabin like a hawk, scanning every detail I could. If anything went wrong, I was ready to spring from the car without hesitation. After about fifteen minutes of nothing happening, I finally eased up, letting my intense focus on the cabin relax.
I let my body settle into the leather seat, sinking just enough to find a bit of comfort. The tension slowly eased from my shoulders, and my eyelids grew heavy. For all I knew, Bobby could be in there chatting for hours—or doing something entirely unexpected. The thought crossed my mind with a hint of amusement, but I shook it off.
Each steady breath, each rhythmic beat of my heart, lulled me closer to the edge of sleep. Before I knew it, the pull was too strong to resist, and I drifted off completely.
My eyes fluttered open, scanning my surroundings in confusion. I was no longer in the car but in an unfamiliar location. The space was small, resembling an apartment, yet it carried an undeniable sense of warmth and cosiness in the air. I frowned, spinning on my heels to take in the full view of the place. Just as I started to get my bearings, the sound of approaching footsteps caught my attention.
I shifted my gaze to the archway leading into the hall, anticipation buzzing through me as I braced for whoever was approaching. My fists instinctively clenched at my sides, ready for anything. Then, Sam's tall, broad frame appeared in the doorway. The moment his eyes met mine, he froze, and we stood there, both caught off guard.
"Sam?" I said his name gently, my fists relaxing as I furrowed my brows in confusion. "Where are we?" My eyes darted around the dimly lit apartment, the only light coming from the fixtures inside, as night had descended outside.
"This is the apartment Jess and I shared when I was at Stanford," he replied softly, his voice tinged with nostalgia. His gaze shifted around the room, as though he could see the memories within these four walls.
"What are you doing here?" Sam finally asked, breaking the silence. His eyes locked on mine as he took a cautious step closer.
"I... I don't know," I admitted honestly, my voice quiet as I tried to make sense of the situation myself. "I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them again, I found myself here," I said, briefly glancing around the apartment, before meeting his gaze once again. "Wait," I said suddenly. "Are you just a figment of my imagination? Because this doesn't feel like a dream." I could always tell the difference between a dream and reality. But this wasn't reality either—I could feel it. "What do you remember before waking up here?" I asked quickly, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Uh..." He paused, sifting through the fog of his memories. "Dean and I went to rescue Lisa and Ben. We split up, and then..." His voice faded, and I could easily fill in the rest of his sentence.
"You're unconscious," I realized, understanding that it was the only way our minds could connect. "Which means Dean is alone, and likely outnumbered," I said with a sigh, feeling the urgency to reach them as quickly as possible.
