"I don't know what else you want me to do Dean, I've tried as hard as I can,"
"What if it didn't work, Sam? What if we're just gonna rot in here forever?"
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When Dean and Sam find themselves in a situation, Deans lover, Savy, has a dre...
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Savy's POV I woke up in a shock. My body was ice cold. I had slept through the whole night, until six in the morning.
I knew I had to call Bobby, he was the only one who could help. I thew on a robe and ran a brush through my hair. Then headed downstairs to find my phone book. I rummaged through my 'junk drawer' until I found it. A red pleather book with gold letters that said addresses.
I flipped through it until I found Bobby's name. It was written in red pen, that was scrawled into the paper by Dean. I dialed his number on my home phone and waited for him to pickup.
"Mike Kayser FBI, whadda you want?" He answered.
"Bobby? It's Savannah, I need your help."
"Savy? How you doing, girl? How's Dean? Sure haven't heard from him in a while," He said cheerily.
"Well, that's the thing, I don't know how Dean is, he hasn't answered my calls and I've been having these...well these really detailed dreams about Sam and him, I think they're in trouble," I explained.
"Dreams? How fast do you think you can get to my place?" He asked nervously.
"A few hours max," I shrugged.
"Good. See you in a few then."
"Thanks Bobby," I sighed with a smile.
"Oh hey, Savy, in the hallway closet, there's an LCR wrapped up in a bag, grab it and hide it somewhere on you," He commanded.
"A gun? You want me to take a gun?"
"Well, yeah," He replied.
"But I don't even know how to shoot it," I complained.
"Hopefully you shouldn't have to, but with a little peashooter like that all you need is one bullet, and you just pull the trigger."
"Okay," I said wearily.
"Keep the safety on, it's the little lever on the side. Then when you're ready to shoot, flip it to off," He explained.
"Thank you, Bobby," I said.
"Don't mention it kid, now get moving." He said, hanging up.
I went upstairs and packed myself a small bag of clothes and necessities, since I didn't know how long I'd be gone.
I headed down the stairs and to the hallway closet, then crouched to the floor. Inside of it there was a small leather bag against the back wall. I opened it up and took out an object, wrapped in blue silk, the gun. I unraveled it, and observed it, a simple black Ruger LCR. I reached into the bag again, and pulled out a case of bullets.
I shoved a bullet into the gun, and closed it back up. Then, I tossed the remaining bullets into my purse and stood back up. Now armed, I locked up my house and got into my car. I drove down to Bobby's which was a few hours away.
When I arrived to Bobby's I pulled my car into the driveway and knocked on the door.
Immediately, it swung open and Bobby pulled me inside.
"What's with the knocking nonsense? We ain't got no time to waste girl!" He said pulling me in the house and slamming the door behind me.
"Alright, next time if it's locked I'll just pick it."
"That's more like it, now let's get down to business," He spoke.
"Okay, well, where do we start? The dreams?"
He nodded.
"They started a few days ago, the first one was vague and short, but as they went on they got longer and more detailed," I explained as Bobby handed me a beer.
"And what were in em'?" He asked.
"Dean and Sam, hanging by their feet from chains while these chicks hit them and sliced them with knives," I said, sipping my beer.
"Chicks?" He asked flipping through some papers.
"Yeah, it's all girls with these black eyes, but then they change to normal looking eyes" I explained.
Bobby gave me a dead look, which was concerning.
"Okay, What was your last dream?" He asked.
"They were just hanging there, like always, and were...torturing...like always."
Bobby laid out a map and set contraption on top of it.
"Do these, dreams, come when you fall asleep?"
"Well they did at first, but the latest one definitely felt, forced in a way."
"Well two things, sweetheart," Bobby cleared his throat, "they're definitely trying to contact you, and looks like we've got demons on our hands."
"Demons?" I squeaked.
"Yep, bad Mamma Jammas," Bobby looked me in the eyes.
"Black eyed bastards," I repeated, something Dean would always say.
Bobby chuckled as he kept his hands busy with books and papers.
"What are we gonna do?" I asked after a brief moment of silence.
"It looks like we're gonna have to summon Ruby."
AN:// I have literally read this chapter more than 10 times ugh but get ready for a plottwist because this is major foreshadowing ;)
