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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.

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"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.

Lilly blinks away the disorientation. She hasn't done this in a while, not since she stopped being able to easily locate Duncan. It's harder than she remembers to stay in the dream but not of it.

It even takes her a second to recognize...

"Dean?"

Dean turns toward her, though he doesn't see her.

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

Lilly glances around, but it's too dark to see much. Still, there's an urgency in the atmosphere she can almost feel.

"It's not Sam, it's me."

She takes a cautious step closer to Dean.

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."

...well. She knew that. He hunts them, after all. Doesn't mean she didn't flinch.

But when she meets his eyes again, he's- he's looking at her but also through her and the realization hits like ice water dumped down her back.

This is Dean's dream. In here, she is a ghost.

"Dean, it's Lilly. From Milliways. Can- can you see me?"

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!"

"I don't-"

Lilly breaks off, tries again.

"Sam's not here, okay? You know me, Dean but... I'm not even here, I'm in Scotland, I just need to tell people so I can get back."

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."

Lilly's frozen for a moment, caught off-guard by Dean's intensity.

And then she gets angry, pushing at the dream, taking a step towards Dean.

"God, haven't you listened to a damn thing I've been saying? I'm not here for your brother, I'm not here for you to burn my bones, I need help, asshole."

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."

"Oh. My. God."

Lilly is rapidly losing patience.

"This is not about Sam! I don't care about Sam! You are the only one here who has the frankly somewhat disturbing laser focus on Sam! I just want to get back to the bar, okay? I'm stuck in freaking Scotland in 1805 and there's no coffee, let alone plumbing!"

"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.

"...oh my god," Lilly says again, but it's faint and horrified this time.

The creature lunges forward before she can say anything else.

"Dean!"

She's forgotten all about trying to pass on a message as she grabs for one of the creature's arms.

"Dean, it's just a dream! You can get out of it if you wake up!"

"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."

"No."

Lilly's staring back at him, shoulders set.

"You can try to kick my ass later, whatever, but I'm not going till you wake up."

She's pushing as hard as she can, concentrating on making herself as real, as present as possible so Dean hears her.

Whether or not he listens is out of her hands.

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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