My Supernatural Life.

Dream a Little Dream of Me: Part 2

When Dean turned around, we were no longer in the hotel room. We were in a clean house that looked vaguely familiar to me.

"Okay, I don't know what's weirder — The fact that we're in Bobby's head or that he's dreaming of better homes and gardens." Dean said.

"Wait a second. Imagine the place without the paint job, more cluttered, dusty, books all over the place." Sam said.

"It's the house." I said. "Our house."

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Bobby?" Dean called walking around the living room.

"Bobby?" I said looking up the stairs.

Sam heard something from outside and went to the front door. "Guys, I'm going to look outside."

"No." I protested.

"Stay close." Dean continued.

"I'll be fine. Just look around in here." He said.

Dean and I exchanged looks with each other. "Look, we got to find him." Sam said.

"Don't do anything stupid." I said.

Sam went outside and left Dean and I to go to look for Bobby inside. I went upstairs to look around. I couldn't find any evidence of Bobby, so I made my way back downstairs and went to the kitchen where Dean was.

"Did you find anything?" He asked me.

"No. You?" I asked.

"No."

"Great..." I said and as I walked through the kitchen. I called for my dad. "Bobby?"

"Bobby?!" Dean called.

We were getting no where. I was getting worried. I turned around suddenly to the closet by the backdoor.

"Who's out there?" I heard a voice.

I looked at Dean and then back to the Door. "Bobby?"

"Bobby, you in there?" Dean asked.

"Dean? Kelly?"

"Yeah, it's us. Open up." He said.

"Dad." I said.

"How the Hell did you find me?" Bobby asked.

"Sam, Kell, and I got our hands on some of that Dream Root stuff." Dean said.

"Dream Root? What?" Bobby asked confused.


"Dr. Gregg — the Experiments?" Dean asked.

"What the Hell are you talking about?" Bobby demanded. "Hurry!" Bobby said with fear in his voice.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?" I asked Bobby.

"She's coming." He said. There was so much fear in his face it scared me. The man that I had never seen afraid of anything looked like he was a small child.

"Okay, you know this is a dream, don't you?" Dean said to Bobby.

"W-what, are you crazy?" Bobby asked.

"It's a dream, Bobby. None of this is real." I said.

"Does that look made up?" Bobby said pointing down the hallway. There was a woman who was in a white nightgown. She was covered in blood and starting to walk toward us.

"Bobby, who is that?" I asked.

"She's... she's my wife." Bobby said trying to get through the door.