awesome_lilly: (dreaming)
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The Kendalls have been really nice, and okay, Scotland is pretty, but... there's no coffee and no cable and hell, no indoor plumbing. Lilly so does not want to stay here. She's going to keep looking for a door, obviously, but in the meantime she has a completely unreliable way of trying to get a message out.

Here goes nothing.

Lilly takes a breath, closes her eyes, and focuses on finding anyone whose dreams might have a hint of Milliways.

Date: 2007-10-08 03:20 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-fretting and panicked)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
"Sam?"

It's dark, the trees crowding around close and thick. The night is muggy, cicadas sounding in the distance.

"Sam! Where the hell are you?"

Dean's not running, not yet, but he's starting to sound a little frantic. He looks it, too.

Date: 2007-10-08 03:37 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-fretting and panicked)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
Dean turns toward her, though he doesn't see her.

"Sam? Is that you? Dude, will you freakin' quit running, for once?"

Date: 2007-10-08 03:48 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-killer)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
Something moves in the shadows behind her, sliding out from between the trees, though its features are hidden by shadow.

"Sam?"

Dean moves toward whatever-it-is, hesitating as his change in position takes him to where Lilly is.

"Who the hell is out here? If you've done a goddamn thing to my brother, I'm gonna rip your freakin' head off."

He means it.

"That goes for you, too."

This time he's looking right at Lilly.

"I freakin' hate ghosts."

Date: 2007-10-08 04:06 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-bad taste in my mouth)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
Dean's eyes narrow, and he shakes his head once, as if to clear it.

"Shut up. Just. Shut up."

He frowns.

"And give me back my brother!"

Date: 2007-10-08 04:23 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-killer)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
Dean snorts, still looking pissed.

"Yeah, sure you're gonna feed him to the Loch Ness Monster. Goddamn thing doesn't even exist."

Something moves in the trees again, and Lilly's dropped out of Dean's sphere of attention again.

"Sam! Dammit, get back here!"

He moves reflexively to shove Lilly aside, taking two steps past her before turning back.

"You try to follow me or anythin', and I will waste you."

Date: 2007-10-08 04:43 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-fretting and panicked)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
Dean frowns again, shaking his head harder this time.

"Dude, Lilly, cut it out."

He shakes his head again, hand coming up to rub at his forehead.

"You think I'm gonna help you take my brother out, you're fuckin' crazy."

Date: 2007-10-08 04:53 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-fretting and panicked)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
"You bet your ass there's no coffee in backwoods whereverthefuck we are."

He looks like he's getting a real motherfucker of a headache.

"You are. Jesus Christ, why the hell isn't--"

Dean's eyes clear suddenly, and his eyebrows go up.

"Lilly, why are you--"

And now, of course, is when that shape that's been lurking in the forest leaps forward, all teeth and claws and familiar eyes in a nightmare face.

"Oh shit."

Dean's staring at the thing, now.

"Sam? Sam, don't--"

And then the creature is on him, and he doesn't have breath to speak.

Date: 2007-10-08 05:07 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (b-ships passing in the night)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
"Fuck. That. Noise."

Dean's bleeding. He's bleeding a lot.

But he's also managed to wrestle the thing with his brother's eyes into something like a hold.

"I'm not leaving him. I'm just not."

He looks up at Lilly, face drawn and fierce.

"But you get your ass out of here. Now. Or so help me God I will kick it the next time I see you."

His grip slips, and he grunts as something gives in his side.

"Go."

Date: 2007-10-08 05:25 am (UTC)
hopeitsworthit: (a-killer)
From: [personal profile] hopeitsworthit
He glares at her, fingers fighting for purchase on nightmarish skin.

"So. Goddamn. Stubborn."

His teeth are gritted around the words, biting them off.

"God. Not--"

And then the forest is quiet, peaceful and empty.

And back in his bed at Milliways, Dean wakes up, shoving ineffectually at Sam's hand on his shoulder.

"Jesus, dude, let a guy sleep."

But at least Sasquatch brought coffee.

"Goddamn stubborn assh--"

Why the hell was he dreaming about Scotland?

Maybe that's something to think about after coffee.

But probably not.

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