Pretty Fabulous for a Dead Girl

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.