Carry On

The dream

"Night Sam, night Dean, night Charlie." I said to all three of them walking down the hallway with a glass of water in my hand.

I got to my room, and went by the night stand next to the bed and put my water and phone on it. I was already in my comfy sweat pants and a sweater that was pretty big for me, but it was the most comfortable thing to wear at night.

"Knock,knock." Sam said while knocking on the door. The door was partly closed.

"Come in." I replied.

"Everything set here? How did you sleep last night?" Sam started to ask me questions.

"Everything is pretty good, and this is the most comfortable bed so I slept pretty well last night." I replied to Sam's questions with a smirk on my face.

"Alright, goodnight then." He said while walking out the door and closing it behind him.

Sam is always checking up on me every night before I go to bed. I would understand for the first couple of days but, it's been two weeks.

I got under the covers of my bed sheets and switched off the light on the night stand. I buried myself under the warm sheets and closed my eyes. I could hear the ticking from the clock on the wall. As I laid there on the bed I could feel myself slipping away from reality.

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I'm standing in a dark room. There's one light above me. A man steps out of the dark into the light with me. He's in a black suit and tie, and had a cane.

"Who are you?" I said to this man.

"I go by many names, the pale horseman, the grim reaper,the pale rider, Father of reapers, Eater of souls, Angle of death. Death." He replied but, he didn't move his mouth, it was echos in my head.

"One week." He added.

Then he was gone.
Flashes around me, this dark room is like a projection screen now. I see two people. It's Sam and Dean. They look like there hunting, its recent.

Now it's different, they're a little younger and with a man... I think it's there father.

It's recent from that, Sam is laying down in a bed, there is a lady, around his age, pinned onto the ceiling, she's starts on fire.

Now it's even farther, there's a little boy and a baby. The baby is in his crib. Above the crib, there's another women pinned to the ceiling and she's on fire too, there is a man with yellow eyes in the corner.

It's like a story, its so vivid, its like memories of someone. I think it's their memories.

Over and over again, the same images and different images of them hunting, and killing everything and everyone. Names, so many different names. Crowley, Ruby, Castiel, Gabriel, Lucifer, Bobby, Garth, John, Mary, Samuel, Jessica, Anna, Charlie, Ellen, Jo, and the list goes on. I can't take it.

"Wake up! Raven!" Sam said while shaking me awake.

I could tell I was crying and I was sweaty. I could feel myself shaking. I couldn't help myself but grab onto Sam, I didn't want to let go.

"What is it!" Dean yelled while busting through the door with a gun.

"It's al-right. Nightmare." I tried to say, but I was stuttering on my sentences.

Sam didn't know what to say, neither did Dean, they looked at each other and it wasn't a good look either, there hiding something.

The same images kept flashing through my head. I felt horrible for them. They went through so much.