The Winchester Sister

Chapter 8 - Wishing Thinking

Where am I? I shine my torch down the passageway and aim my gun. "Is anyone here?!" I yell out and continue down the passage. "Sam?! Dean?!" I notice blood splatters on the floor, leading down the passage. I slowly follow the trails, checking left and right before turning a corner. The trail of blood leads to a dead end and I look at the wall in front. Someone had a message and they have wrote it in blood. 'I AM COMING!' Who is coming though? I stand deadly still when I realise that it was a message for me and the likelihood is that, the person who wrote it is standing right behind me. I turn around, and point my torch and gun down the passage. A dark figure that I couldn't see the face of, turns around the corner. The creature's blood red eyes glowing in the dark and I could feel the evil stench coming from it. I fire a round of bullets into it but that didn't stop it at all. I hear a dark cackle coming from it which made me shudder in fear, which was when it pounced at me. 

*Later*

"So, Lee-Lee-" Oh, god. "Hit me." I punch Dean in the shoulder and I smirk at his glare. "You are being difficult." I raise an eyebrow. 

"Me? Difficult? Never." I get out an honest to god laugh from Dean and Sam. 

"On a serious note, Ash, what happened in the nightmare?" Sam questions. "You've had nightmares before and that has never happened before."

"I'm all alone in this passageway and it's dark. I'm looking for you two, maybe, because you're not there but I'm not too sure. I continue down the passage and I notice blood splatters on the floor which lead down the passage. I follow them and I come to a dead end. There's a message on the wall, and it is written in blood. It says, "I AM COMING!". Then I figure that whoever wrote it is behind me and it's a dark figure that I can't see the face of but... it has blood red glowing eyes and I could practically feel the evil coming from it. Naturally, I fire a round into it but it didn't stop walking towards me. The creature cackles before pouncing at me." I describe the story as I bite my thumb nervously. 

"Okay, so, it was a nightmare. Just a nightmare, Ash. What has you so worked up about it? You think it is another Azazel situation?" Dean asks, and I clench my hands together and bite my lip. 

"I need to know something before I tell you. How do you know when you're dreaming?" 

"People have extra fingers. You can't switch a light off once it is on and vice versa. Words will be distorted when your reading. A couple of other things as well but why do you want to know?" Sam explains and I look at them. 

"Because I don't remember waking up." They give me confused glances and I grab Sam's wrist to examine his hand. Oh, god...6 fingers.

I wake up, screaming and thrashing about with someone trying to restraint me by hugging me from behind. "Ashlee! Ashlee! ASHLEE! It's okay, it's okay. We're here. You're okay." I stop screaming and thrashing, and look up to see Sam hovering over me with a concerned look. I grab both his wrists and Sam gets the idea.

"Okay, Ash, look at my hands, okay? One finger up at a time and count out-loud." I nod. He puts up 1 finger.

"One." Another. "Two." Another. "Three." Another. "Four." Another. "Five." Another. "Six." Another "Seven" Another. "Eight." Another. "Nine." Another. "Ten." Ten fingers. It's real. "Ten fingers. I'm not dreaming any more."

"One hell of a dream, Ash." Dean comments and I nod. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I don't know." I sigh. "I had a dream within a dream." I frown. "I say dream within a dream, more like a nightmare within a nightmare. Get in bed, Sam and get comfy." Sam sighs but climbs into the bed next to mine. I was sharing with Dean tonight and I give Dean a raised eyebrow over my shoulder. He rolls his eyes and shuffles to his side before lying down, facing me. I lay down myself but stare at the ceiling. "To cut a long nightmare short. I'm alone in a passageway, saw blood on the floor and followed it. I was led to a dead end which had a message in blood saying, "I AM COMING!". A creature was behind me, didn't see the figure but it had blood red glowing eyes. Evil rolled off in waves and it cackles at me as I put a round of bullets into it but it didn't stop it. Then it pounced at me." I give them a moment to digest it all. "I was then sitting in a motel room with you two, describing the nightmare which I just described. Dean asked 'what had me so worked up about the nightmare' and I ask 'how do you know your dreaming'. Sam, naturally with his sponge brain, said a few examples like extra fingers and the lights not turning off when on. Words distorted when reading. Then Sam repeated the question and I replied with 'Because I don't think this is real' before I looked at Sam's hand and it had 6 fingers. Creepy as shit by the way."