*3rd Person POV*

Sam walks over to the beds with three glass cups of the liquid containing the Dream Root. Dean and (y/n) were sitting on the bed, waiting for him. As Sam comes over, he hands Dean one of the cups and (y/n) the other cup and then sits down on the other bed.

"Uh, should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" (y/n) asked. Dean snorts while Sam looks over at her, with a smile. "Why?" he asked and (y/n) looks at him, disappointed. "What did you do during college?" She asked him and Sam looks at her with his usual huh reaction to such questions.

(y/n) rolls her eyes as Dean goes to drink the liquid but Sam stops him. "Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this." Sam said. Dean puts down the cup and looks over at him as he pulls out a little brown envelope from his shirt pocket. He pulls something out and as Dean and (y/n) reach out their hands, Sam puts it in it.

"Here." he said as the two look at the object. "What the hell is that?" Dean asked Sam. "Bobby's hair." Sam replied and Dean and (y/n) gives him a disgusted look. "We have to drink Bobby's hair?" (Y/n) asked, repulsed. "That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta drink some of their uh...Some of their body." Sam explained and (y/n) crinkled her nose.

"Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Dean remarks and they put the hair in and Sam exhales, getting ready to drink what seems to be a very disgusting drink. They raise their cups a bit. "Bottoms up, boys." (Y/n) said to them. "Yeah." Sam and Dean said and they put their cups together in a toast and then drink it all up.

The three of them grunt, trying to swallow, which seems to be a little hard. They smack their mouths a bit, due to the awful  taste. They look quite disgusted and nothing seemed to have changed.

"Feel anything?" Dean asked and Sam shakes his head. "No. You feel anything?" (y/n) asked Dean as she looks over at him then he shakes his head a little. "No." He said and he holds up the cup and looks in it. "Maybe we got some bad shwag." Dean said when they hear thunder from outside and rain pattering on the window. Sam looks over, a little confused.

"Hey, when did it start raining?" he asked as Dean and (y/n) look over at the window as well. Dean gets up and starts walking to the window, that's covered with white curtains. As he comes up to it, he pulls the curtains apart to look outside, and sees that the rain is actually not coming from the sky, but from the ground.

"When did it start raining upside down?" He asked then he turns around to Sam and (y/n) and sees that they're now standing in the a house. They look around a bit and see that the window, Dean was just looking out through, is gone and instead there's a fireplace. The entire bedroom part of the motel have turned into a living room.

"Okay, I don't know what's weirder. The fact that we're in Bobby's head or that he's dreaming of Better Homes and Gardens." (y/n) remarks and Dean let's out a playful scoff. "You're telling me." Dean said as they look around. "Wait. Wait a sec. Imagine the place without the paint job." Sam said as he begins gesturing to everything he's talking about. "More cluttered, dusty, books all over the place." He said and they begin to move around the living room. 

"It's Bobby's house." Dean said. "Yeah." said Sam and (y/n) looks around. "Bobby?" She calls out in a hushed whisper as the trio look around.

"Bobby?" Sam calls out as he looks up the stairs. Sam looks towards the door, while Dean and (y/n) were still in the living room. "Guys?" Sam calls out and the two turns around to Sam. "I'm gonna go look outside." He said and Dean shakes his head. "No, no, no, stay close." He whispers. "Dude, I'll be fine. Just, look around in here. Look, we gotta find him." Sam said.

"Don't do anything stupid." (y/n) said and Sam nods and walks to the door, where it's still raining outside. Sam comes out and sees everything in bright technicolor and the sun is shining. The house is bright blue, with flowers all around, and birds chirping can be heard. Sam walks out on the porch, a confused look on his face.

While Sam takes this in, the door suddenly slams shut behind him. Sam turns around at the sound and goes back and tries to open it but it's locked. "Dean! (y/n)!" He shouts then he walks over to the window next to the door and bangs on the wall while looking in.

He sees Dean and (y/n) through the window, still looking around the house with their backs to Sam, but they don't seem to react to neither Sam calling their names or him banging on the wall. "Dean! (Y/n)! Guys!" Sam shouts walks down the porch out of view.

Dean open the doors to the kitchen and he and (y/n) walks in, looking around cautiosly. They move through the kitchen towards the hallway on the other side. "Bobby?" Dean calls out as they walk out into the hallway, where there's two doors. One across from the kitchen and one on the left.

"Bobby!" (y/n) said then they turn around as if they heard something and look down the hallway in the other direction, where there's another closed door. "Who's out there?" A scared voice calls out from the door behind them.

Dean and (y/n) turn back to the door that was on their left when they entered the hallway. They walk over to the door and see long scratch marks on it. Dean touches them as he goes for the doorknob. "Bobby, you in there?" Dean whispers. "Dean?" Bobby calls out. "Yeah. It's me. (Y/n)'s here too. Open up." Dean said.

Bobby opens the door and looks behind Dean and (y/n). "Hey." (y/n) said and Bobby moves towards the kitchen and looks around, like he was making sure something wasn't coming. He's scratched up on his cheek and nose. Dean and (y/n) walk up next to him.

"How in the hell did you find me?" Bobby asked them. "Sam, Dean and I got our hands on some of that Dream Roof stuff." (y/n) said. "Dream Root? What?" Bobby said, confused. "Dr. Gregg, the experiments?" Dean said then Bobby, who's still looking around, throws them a terrified glance.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he asked then the lamps begin to flicker. "Hurry." Bobby exclaims, scared, and he runs for the closet again. Dean turns around and grabs him. "Woh, woh, woh, woh, woh. What's going on?" Dean asked him. "She's coming." Bobby said, panicked.

"Okay, you know this is a dream, don't you?" (y/n) asked him. "What are you, crazy?" Bobby said, terrified. "It's a dream, Bobby! None of this is real!" Dean yells but then they hear a door opening. Bobby's eyes widen in fear then he points behind the couple. "Does that look made-up?" He asked them.

Dean and (y/n) turn around and sees a woman coming out into the hallway. She's wearing a white dress and there's blood on it and her. Suddenly the closet door slams shut and Bobby turns around, rattling the doornob to make it open. Dean and (y/n) look at him and then when Bobby turns around, the couple look back at the woman.

She looks rather normal except for a few cuts on her chest and neck. Even her hair is styled in a regular fashion. She doesn't look happy though. "Bobby, who is that?" (Y/n) asked him as Bobby has tears in his eyes now, but not from being terrified. "She's...She's my wife." Bobby said and Dean and (y/n) share a look before the looked between Bobby and his wife.

"Why Bobby? Why did you do this to me?" His wife asked as they're now standing in the kitchen, by the living room, and Bobby's wife is standing in the doorway leading to the hall. At her words, Bobby turns around. "I'd rather died myself than hurt you." Bobby said, tearfully. "But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me. Again and again. You watched me bleed. Watched me die." She shouts as Dean and (y/n) come up behind Bobby and grab ahold of him.

"Bobby, she's not real." Dean said but Bobby doesn't respond to Dean, his eyes are on his wife. "How could you?" His wife asked as Bobby is close to crying now. "You were possessed, baby. You were rabid. And I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you." Bobby replied.

"You're lying. You wanted me dead. If you'd loved me, you would've found a way!" She screams. "I'm sorry." Bobby whimpers then Dean and (y/n) grab hold of him again, more forceful this time. "Come on." (Y/n) said as her and Dean drag him into the living room and as Dean and (y/n) begin to slide the doors closed, Bobby's wife runs for the doors, screaming.

Meanwhile, Sam was walking by a line of washed sheets, drying in the wind. When he turns around, Jeremy shows up with a bat, swinging, hitting him hard in the chest and shoulder. Sam falls to the ground, holding his shoulder and Jeremy stands over him. "Who are you?" Sam asked. "Who are you? You don't belong here." Jeremy said. "You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head." Sam said.

"You got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense. He came after me. He wanted to hurt me." Jeremy said. "Maybe because you're a killer." Sam growls. "You should be nicer to me. In here...you're just an insect. I'm a god." Jeremy warns.

Back inside, Bobby's wife is jumping and banging on the doors to the living room, screaming. "We're telling you, all of it. Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare." (Y/n) tells Bobby as her and Dean were standing by the doors, keeping them closed. Bobby is standing across from them, just looking at them, while his wife continues to bang and scream. Dean finally grabs a wire to tie around the door handles.

"I killed her." Bobby cries. "Bobby! This is your dream that you can wake up. I mean, hell, you can do anything." Dean yells as he ties the doors together just as Bobby walks up behind him. "Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already." He begs.

(Y/n) grabs hold of him, trying to get him to wake up, to snap out of it. "Look at me. Look at me. You gotta snap out of this now. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. Dean's not gonna let you die. I'm not gonna let you die. You're like a father to us. You gotta believe us, please." She pleads and they look at each other for a moment.

Bobby looks once at the door his wife is still banging on and screaming behind, and then he look back at (y/n). "I'm dreaming?" He asked. "Yes. Now take control of it." Dena yells. Bobby looks towards the door, and then he closes his eyes tightly and suddenly all the banging and screaming stops.

(Y/n) lets go of him and walks over to the doors. Dean removes the cable and slides the doors open, revealing an empty kitchen. Bobby's wife is nowhere in sight. "I don't believe it." Bobby whispers and Dean and (y/n) turns around and look at him. "Believe it." (Y/n) said, breathing heavily. "Now would you please wake up?" Dean asked.

Outside, Sam is still on the ground and Jeremy is standing over him. "Sweet dreams." Jeremy said and he raises the bat and Sam pulls up his arm to take the impact. Jeremy swings the bat down hard.

At that moment, Bobby wakes up with a force, sitting up in bed, while at the hotel Dean, (y/n) and Sam wake up with a force, sitting up on their beds, panting. The trio are panting and Dean looks down at his cup. Then they look over at each other.

Bobby is sitting in bed, looking over the papers from the investigation while Dean and (y/n) were sitting on the bed next to him. "Hey, Bobby. That, uh...That stuff, all that stuff with your wife?" Dean asked and Bobby looks over at him. "That actually happen?" Dean asked.

"Everybody got into hunting somehow." Bobby replied and the two frown. "I'm sorry." (y/n) said. "Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you two, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead. Thank you." Bobby said. "You're welcome." (Y/n) said as Dean only responds with a twitch of his lips. Sam comes in after that, seeing the guys sharing a look.

"So, uh, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now." Sam said and Bobby scoffs. "He ain't much of a stoner." He said as he picks up a picture of Jeremy, looking at it. "No?" Dean asked. "No. His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' some, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head." Bobby explains and Dean nods at that.

Bobby picks up another paper and hands it to Sam. "Here's Father of the Year." He said and Sam sees that it's a copy of a drivers license for Jeremy's dad, Henry David Frost. "He died before Jeremy was 10." Bobby said. "Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam said, sarcastically.

"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand, he hasn't dreamt since." Bobby said as Sam puts the paper back on the little side table. "Till he started dosing the dream drug." Dean said. "Yep." Bobby said.

"How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?" (y/n) asked Bobby. "He was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there." Bobby replied. "Yeah. How'd he get in there in the first place? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA or something?" Sam asked and Dean and (y/n) nod. "Yeah. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest frigging thing." Bobby said and (y/n)'s eyes widen then she looks over at Dean, who realized he's done the same thing and tries to make it a bit lighter.

"Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb." Dean said then he gives a nervous laugh. (Y/n) runs her hand over her eyes as Sam and Bobby both looks at him with this comment. "Dean, you didn't." Sam said and Dean looks between them. "I was thirsty." He said and Sam scoffs then looks at (y/n).

"I didn't take it." She said. "That's great, now he can come after either one of you." Sam said as he points between Dean and Bobby. "Well, now we just have to find him first." (Y/n) said. "We better work fast and coffee up. Because one thing we cannot do is fall asleep." Bobby said.

Two Days Later

Dean's behind the wheel, Sam is sitting next to him while (y/n) is in the backseat. Dean is clearly pissed over the whole situation. "I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a frigging ghost. Where the hell could he be?" Dean asked, angrily.

"Dean, you sure you don't want me or (y/n) to drive? You seem a little...caffeinated." Sam said and Dean looks over at him. "Thanks for the news flash, Edison." Dean growls. "Baby, calm down." (Y/n) said, in a calm voice. "Calm?! I am calm!!" He yells then his cell rings. He tries to get hold of it but it's turns out it's a bit hard and he mutters indistinctly. He finally gets it up.

"Tell me you got something." he said into the phone. "Strip club was a bust, huh?" Bobby remarks. "Yeah." Dean growls. "That was our last lead." Bobby said, shrugging. "What the hell, Bobby!" Dean yells. "Don't yell at me, boy. I'm working my ass off here." Bobby said, sternly. "Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just..I'm-I'm-I'm tired." Dean said, more calmer. "Well, who ain't?" said Bobby.

"What's Bela got?" Dean asked him. "What do you got, Bela?" Bobby asked her as she looks over her spirit board. "Sorry. Sometimes the spirit world is in a chatty mood, and sometimes it isn't." She replied, shaking her head, then Bobby turns back to his phone. "She's got nothing." He informs Dean. "Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!" Dean yells, angrily, then he flips the phone closed and throws it in his lap. He hits the steering-wheel grunting angrily. 

Suddenly, minutes later, Dean turns the car on a sideroad instead of continuing on. When they get to a clearing in the woods, he shuts off the engine. "Alright, that's it. I'm done." He said and he slides down a bit in his seat, resting his head on the back of it. "What are you doing?" (Y/n) asked him. "Taking myself a long-overdue nap." He replied.

"What? Dean, Jeremy can come after you." Sam said, worried. "That's the idea." Dean replied. "Excuse me?" (Y/n) said, shocked. "Come on, we can't find him, so let him come to me." Dean said. "On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?" Sam said, questioning. "I can handle it." Dean said. "Not alone, you can't." Sam said and be reaches over and pulls out some of Dean's hair.

"Ow!" Dean exclaims and touches his head where Sam grabbed some hair. "What are you doing?" He asked as Sam hands some of the hair to (y/n). "Coming in with you." Sam said. "No, you're not." Dean said, firmly. "Why not? At least then it'll be three against one." (Y/n) said and Dean doesn't have a response at first, opening and closing his mouth.

"'Cause I don't want you two digging around in my head." he said. "Too bad." Sam said and goes for the items to make the liquid and Dean just looks at them for a moment.

They're asleep, leaning on the doors of the Impala. Sam wakes up first, clearing his throat. "Guys." Sam said as he hits Dean on his arm and Dean wakes up forcefully. "Jeez. For the love of God." Dean exclaims then looks around a bit, looking extremely tired, while Sam wakes (y/n) up.

"What are we still doing here?" Dean asked as (y/n) rubs her eyes and looks around. "I have no idea." Sam said just as a sound can be heard from outside the car. "There's someone out there." (y/n) said then they get out of the car, looking around.

As they walk in front of the car, music can suddenly be heard. Dean looks behind him and then when he turns around, a corner of the clearing lights up, and there sits (y/n), a different one, on a little blanket and a picnic basket. She was wearing a flowing summer dress, her hair was done up and she was wearing make-up.

Dean just looks at her and she smiles up at him. "Hey. You gonna sit down?" She asked him. Dean doesn't move, he just looks at her. She has a glass of red whine in her hand and she reaches for another glass in the basket.

"Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick (son's name) up from baseball." She said and holds theglasss for him, giving him another smile. Sam and the real (y/n) were standing a bit behind Dean, taking this all in as Dean just looks at her. He looks over at Sam and (y/n). "I've never had this dream before." He said then he turns back, away from Sam and (y/n). 

(Y/n) takes a few steps towards him. "Stop looking at me like that." Dean said. "Dean? Is this what you want?" (Y/n) asked as she nods towards the dream scene. "Dean. I love you." Dream (y/n) said and she smiles.

Suddenly, her entire scene shakes and both her, the picnic, the light and the music disappears. Dean looks around and Sam and (y/n) turn around, doing the same. "Where'd she go?" Dean asked and (y/n) places her hands on her hips. "Right here, you dummy." She said, sarcastically, while Sam is looking into the woods and suddenly Jeremy comes out from behind a tree.

"Guys." He shouts and he takes after Jeremy, who runs off. Dean and (y/n) quickly follow Sam and they run into the woods. Dean looses track on Sam and (y/n), but keeps running in the same direction.

Suddenly he stops and turns, looking around confused. "Okay." he mutters as the woods have turned into wallpaper and Dean is standing in a hallway with doors on both sides.

Sam and (y/n) were still running through them, in pursuit of Jeremy. They come to a clearing, where they stop, panting, looking around. "Dean?!" (Y/n) calls out but no response.

Dean is walking down the hallway towards a door at the end of it. Before he reaches it, it suddenly opens up slowly. Dean stops, watching. The door glides open more, revealing a motel room. A clicking noise sounds out as Dean enters the room. As he comes in, he sees that the motel room looks exactly as the one him, Sam and (y/n) are staying in.

Across the room from the door, sits a man on the chair by the desk. Dean walks further into the room, watching him. "Jeremy?" He asked. The man keeps clicking the on and off button for the lamp on the desk, his back to Dean. He clicks the lamp back on and he turns his head back towards Dean. Dean sees that the man is himself.

Dream Dean slowly stands up, and turns to Dean, who swallows at the sight of himself. "Hey, Dean." Dream Dean said. "Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun." Dean said as he smiles. "We need to talk." Dream Dean said as Dean nods and begins to walk in a circle, as does Dream Dean.

They're walking in the same direction just across from each other. "I get it. I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Huh? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano-y-mano with myself?" Dean jokes. "Joke all you want, smart-ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth." said Dream Dean.

They stop walking, now having changed places. Dean standing by the desk, Dream Dean by the door. "I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror...and hate what you see." Dream Dean said. "Sorry, pal. it's not gonna work. You're not real." Dean said, smiling. "Sure I am. I'm you." Dream Dean said.

"I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours." Dean said and he raises left hand. "All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye." He said and he snaps his fingers once, and nothing happens. Dean snaps again, noticing nothing's happening, and Dream Dean just watches him. He snaps them three more times and then lets his hand fall to his side. The smile gone, but his eyebrows are raised at this.

Dream Dean gives him a nod and looks at him, clearly saying see. "I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you." Dream Dean said and the door slams shut behind him, and locks. All the smiles are gone from Dean's features, taking in the seriousness. "Like I said..." Dream Dean said as he raises his right hand, in which he now has a pistol-grip sawed-off. "...we need to talk."

A bang was heard, and Sam and (y/n) wake up, gasping. They look over at Dean, who's still asleep. "Dean." Sam said and he hits him on the arm. "Hey." Sam said as he hits him on the arm a couple of times. "Wake up." (Y/n) said as she places her hand on his shoulder.

Dean turns but it wasn't Dean, it was Jeremy. Sam only has a second to respond and take in that it's Jeremy and not Dean, and then Jeremy hits him hard in his stomach with the tip of the bat he used earlier in Bobby's Dream. "Sam!" (Y/n) screams as Sam grunts and opens the door.

Sam falls out through the door, face first, still grunting over the pain. Jeremy comes around the front of the car, the bat resting against his shoulder. (Y/n) goes to open the door but it wouldn't open. "No, no, no, no...." she mutters as she tries to open it.

"Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?" Jeremy said as he walks towards Sam, who's reached the back of the Impala still on the ground, he closes the door Sam fell out through and continues walking up to him. Towering over Sam who's now turned over, looking up at him, still moving backwards.

"You're a psycho." Sam spat at him. "You're wrong." Jeremy said. "Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Gregg." Sam sneers as (y/n) slams her fist repeatedly against the window.

"The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away." Jeremy said as Sam is lying still on the ground, looking up at him. He leans on the Impala, raising the bat, holding it like he's about to swing, looking down at Sam. "But I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it." He said as (y/n) goes to roll the window down.

"So you killed him?" Sam asked him. "I can dream again. You know what that's like, not being able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years." Jeremy said as the window was rolled all the way down and (y/n) starts to crawl out.

"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy?" Sam asked as he noticed (y/n) getting out. Jeremy leans down towards Sam, holding the bat out at him. "I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream." Jeremy said as (y/n) got out and starts to stand up and walk, cautiously, towards Jeremy.

"Sorry. Can't do that." Sam said. "That's the wrong answer." Jeremy said and (y/n) jumps on his back. The two struggle a bit and Sam tries to get up but he was pulled flat against the ground. He begins to breathe heavily as he sees that he is now tied to railroad spikes, unable to move.

Jeremy and (y/n) struggle and fight a bit until Jeremy yanks the bat out of her hands and swings it at her head. She falls to the ground and then was tied up, similar to Sam. "I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time." Jeremy said as (y/n) struggles in her binds while Jeremy stands by Sam's feet, now examining the bat.

Sam looks to the side, and Jeremy looks down at him. "But you, your friend and your brother? You're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you." Jeremy said as Sam looks up at him and (y/n) gives a look of fear at this.

"I mean, you're going to hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it." Dream Dean said as he and Dean begun circling each other again. "Talk about low self-esteem." He chuckles. "Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now is it?" Dream Dean said as Dean mutters to himself. "Wake up, Dean. Come on, wake up."

"I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Sam and (y/n)." Dream Dean said and they stop circling each other. They're now back in their original positions. Dean by the door, Dream Dean by the desk.

"You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog." Dream Dean said and Dean smiles a little. "That-That's not true." Dean said. "No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?" Dream Dean asked and Dean scoffs, not wanting to admit to anything. "No. No, all there is is, Watch out for Sammy. Look out for your little brother, boy! Or​​​​ Watch out for (y/n). Keep an eye out for my daughter. You can still hear your Dad's and (father's name)'s voices in your head, can't you?" Dream Dean said as he motions with the weapon to his head.

"Clear as a bell." he said and Dean smiles. "Just shut up." Dean mutters as Dream Dean takes down the weapon. "I mean, think about it...all your dad ever did was train you, boss you around." Dream Dean said as they're now standing face to face. "But Sam...Sam, he doted on. Sam, he loved. Hell, he even loved (y/n) and she wasn't his kid." Dream Dean said.

"I mean it. I'm getting angry." Dean growls. "Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you?" Dream Dean asked and Dean snaps.

"Son of a bitch!" He shouts and he pushes Dream Dean hard, and he hits the wall above the desk, landing on it. "My father was an obsessed bastard!" Dean screams, angrily. Dream Dean tries to get up but Dean kicks him down on the desk again. He holds the weapon as a bat and hits Dream Dean once and then pins him to the wall with it.

"All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam. That was his crap. He's the one who couldn't protect his family. He--" Dean yells then he steps back and swings the weapon again, hitting Dream Dean twice. "He's the one who let Mom die. Who wasn't there for Sam. I always was! He wasn't fair! I didn't deserve what he put on me." Dean yells as he pins Dream Dean again.

"The same goes for (father's name) l was always there for (y/n)!" He yells and he backs away from Dream Dean. "And I don't deserve to go to hell!" He screams and he shoots Dream Dean twice in the chest.
Dean lowers the weapon and looks at Dream Dean, who is dead. There's bloodspatter on Dream Dean's face and his eyes are closed.

Jeremy alternates between hitting Sam and (y/n) repeatedly on their legs and knees, both with the bat and with his feet. Sam and (y/n) were grunting through the assault, not able to move.

Dean approaches Dream Dean on the desk, looking at him. Suddenly Dream Dean's eyes flickers open and they're completely black, as when a demon possesses a human. Dean widens his eyes at that as Demon Dean sits up, looking into Dean's eyes. "You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this, this is what you're gonna become!" He said in a hard angry voice.

Jeremy is now standing over (y/n), the bat hovering above (y/n)'s chest. "You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here." Jeremy said as (y/n) pants. "Because of the Dream Root." Sam said and Jeremy looks over his shoulder at him. "That's right." He said. "Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something." Sam said and Jeremy turns to Sam.

"What's that?" he asked as Sam looks up at him. "(Y/n) and I took the Dream Root too." Sam said and he smiles. "Jeremy!" A male voice yells. Jeremy turns around and sees his father, Henry, standing at the edge of the woods. "Jeremy!" Henry shouts. "No. No." Jeremy mutters as Henry begins walking towards him.

"Dad?" Jeremy said, confused. "You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy." Henry shouts and Jeremy backs away from Sam, (y/n) and Henry. He no longer has the bat in his hands. "No." Jeremy said and suddenly Sam shows up and hits Jeremy across his face with the bat and continues to hit him as (y/n) gets up and looks on with worry until her and the boys wake up. They look over at each other and then look away. 

Dean was on the phone with his back to the door while (y/n) sits on the edge of the bed, her leg bouncing. Dean closes the phone and when he hears the lock being unlocked, he turns around and sees Sam and Bobby entering. "Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone." Dean said as they close the door and come in.

"She must've taken off or something." Sam said. "Just like that? It's a little weird." (Y/n) remarks. "Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place." Bobby said and Dean and (y/n) look over at him.

"I thought you saved her life." Dean said and Bobby furrows his brow in confusion. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked. "The thing in Flagstaff." (Y/n) said and Sam turns around and looks at Bobby. "That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all." Bobby said and the trio gets confused at that.

Sam turns around and looks at him, confused. He turns back to Bobby. "Well, then why did y-?" Sam started to ask until Bobby gives him a look. "You three better check your pockets." Bobby said and Sam reaches into his pockets, as does Dean and (y/n).

"Not literally." Bobby said and Dean stops what he's doing and slowly looks at (y/n) then up at Sam and turns to the safe in the closet.  No, no, no, no." Dean mutters as he walks and goes over to the safe and opens it up. It's empty.

"The Colt." (y/n) said as Dean looks over at them and slams the safe shut. "Bela stole the Colt." Sam exclaims. "Damn it, kids!" Bobby yells as Dean looks at everyone. 

"Pack you crap." he orders a Dean walks over to his bag on the couch. "Why? Where are we going?" (y/n) asked and Dean turns to her. "We're gonna go hunt the bitch down." he replied.

Later, the trio are standing by the open trunk, Dean is zipping his bag closed and Sam and (y/n) puts their own in there. "Hey, Sam. (y/n). I was wondering. When you guys were in my head, what did you two see?" Dean asked. "Uh, just Jeremy. He kept us separated from you. Easier to beat our brains out that way, I guess." Sam said and Dean scoffs. 

"What about you? You never said." (y/n) said and Dean shakes his head. "Nothing. I was looking for you two the whole time." Dean said as he takes the keys out the lock to the trunk and closes it and they get into the car.

Sam sighs as he sits down in the backseat of the car and (y/n) in the passenger seat.. Dean looks thoughtfull for a while. "Guys." Dean said and Sam and (y/n) look over at him. "Yeah?" They said but Dean doesn't look at them and he clears his throat.

"I've been doing some thinking. And...Well, the thing is...I don't wanna die." Dean said. Sam and (y/n) expression softens, then saddens. "I don't wanna go to hell." Dean said and Sam swallows, not answering right away. He nods his head softly while (y/n) bites her lips then reaches out to Dean. She takes his hand in his then strokes the back of his hand with her thumb.

"Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." She said and Dean looks over at her, and then looks away nodding. He looks back at Sam then (y/n), a little smile on his lips. "Okay, good." He said and the two nod at him, reassuringly.