"Are you ok? How are you feeling?" Again the man with the long hair spoke. I couldn't answer, I didn't know what to say. He obviously realised I wasn't going to answer.
"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," he said gesturing to a slightly shorter man. "He's Castiel," he gestured to the man in the trench coat. I couldn't speak but I wanted too.
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They took turns sitting beside the bed, I don't know how long, I drifted in and out of consciousness. They would place damp towels on my forehead and they looked after me until I was strong again.
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Breathlessly, I woke up again. The same dream, rather a nightmare. It was so vivid. My dad came running in as he did every time this happened, he held me and told me I was safe. He calmed me and told me it was just a dream. It wasn't real. Sam, Dean, Castiel, none of it was real, I was dreaming.
