I must have fallen asleep while we were watching tv, but I don't remember doing so. I just remembered the dream.
"Jess, why?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Jess?!"
I stared at the men lying on the ground in front of me: Ian, Uncle Sam, Dad. They were each covered in blood, limbs sticking out at strange angles, wounds littering their skin. They were begging me, desperate to know why I had done this to them.
"What? I, no. No, this must be some mistake." I whispered in horror, stumbling back and away from my dying family.
"I couldn't have done this, I wouldn't have done this." I tried to convince myself, but my family's moans and groans were hard to ignore.
"Oh, but you did do this Jess. You and me, together." I spun around and gasped in horror.
"No. Not you. Not you." I backed away from the smoky black figure as I solidified so that I was looking at myself, but instead of my normal green eyes, they were blacker than coal.
"Who else, sweet pea?" My imposter smirked at me and I shrunk away in fear.
"Daemona. No, not you. Anything but you." I turned to run, but before I could take another step, I tripped over something. I looked back when I heard Daemona's laughter surrounding me and looking back, I screamed in fear as the dead bodies of people I knew and cared about surrounded me and before I knew it I was being buried alive in a pile of corpses that I had killed.
Dean was literally jolted awake. He looked around the room blearily before remembering. He had fallen asleep on the couch with Jess.
"What?" He yawned, thinking Sam had woken him up but a quick glance told him that his brother was asleep. Dean checked the others and found that he was the only one awake. Dean groaned sleepily as he began to close his eyes to settle back down when he was shaken again. He began to sit up, annoyed, when he realized it was Jess. She was tossing and turning in her sleep, mumbling to herself. Dean watched as she began to move more violently, thrashing around as her mumbles turned into screams of horror that Dean had never imagined coming out of his daughter's mouth.
"Jess! Jess, wake up! Wake up already." Dean tried desperately to wake her up, but his attempts just seemed to make it worse. Her screams grew louder and louder, and she began to shake as well as fight back against him. By now Sam and Ian had woken up too, and were watching, trying to understand what was happening. Desperate, Dean stopped shaking Jess and instead wrapped his arms around her, holding her as still as possible while speaking softly to her. She continued to fight until she gasped and tried to sit up.
"Oh my, my." I couldn't find any words to use. The terror from my dream like a cold fist wrapped around my heart. I began to sob uncontrollably and I felt someone pull me close and I tried to fight against them, screaming.
"Jess! It's me!" I froze at the sound of my dad's voice and turned to stare at him.
"Daddy." I sobbed, allowing him to pull me close and I clung to him, sobbing into his chest.
