I'm Here Dean

Part Twenty Four

The floor creaks. Its not dark this time no, and Dean is not bounded or sitting down. Hes standing, he looks down theres a devils trap beneth his feet. This is what he is preparing for. Maybe he could trap baku.
"I hear your cries boy." A sly voice whispers, the whisper echos breaking into a thousand more voices. Dean turns in each direction hoping to find the figure the voice is coming from...but there was nothing.
The lights go out and suddenly turn red, like blood, making Deans figure silhouett. "I know who you are." Dean said strongly into the emptyness in front of him.

"You know who you think I am." The voice responds beginning to sound different.
"And I know what you do." Dean continued searching for some kind of wepon.
"Again, you know what you think I do." The creature responded.

Dean frownd and his hand fumbled in the darkness there had to be a gun, a knife or something sharp in here!
"You wont find any wepons Dean," the voice said. It was watching Deans movements, "I control the setting of your dreams. I get to choose where you die."

The room suddenly changed to Castiel's room, the photos of their memories and happiness where in Deans sights. "Well, if you're going to kill me, get on with it." The Winchester commanded. This made the foul beast laugh, worse then Lucifers himself. The laugh sent shivers down Deans neck.

"Oh no, I can only kill you when it hurts..." suddenly a violent laugh came from behind Dean. He turned and saw a shadow- it couldn't be-- but he's...but it was. A shadow, that looked like the devil, laughed evilly and slowly but quickly began moving forward to Dean.
Dean trembled and fell onto the bed. Baku sniggered.
"See you soon Winchester." The voice vanished.

Dean looked around the room, still trying to hide the fact he was terrified.

Another voice came out of the darkness...but not a mean, cruel or evil voice..no. It was a voice Dean knew, the voice that comforted him, taught him to be some sort of normal. To be a human being--not a monster.

"Boy." It said sternly. Dean looked up at the man with scruffy clothes and a beaten cap upon his head.

"Bobby..." Dean let a slight smile slide onto his face, "Bobby you have--"

"Listen to me boy, you will lay your head to rest when this creature comes."

Dean frowned slightly, "But Bobby--"

"No Dean," he itterupted, "you will lay your head to rest."

Dean nodded slowly and got up. He wanted to hug Bobby, the man who was a real father to him, but Bobby's shadow disappeared into the dark and Dean was left alone.
Staring.