( DON'T FALL ASLEEP )

Sam is by the desk, resting his head on his arm. Drool covers his hand and he's got a smile on his face. Dean and Elena are sitting in the background, looking through the papers about the case. Sam smiles a little more and then realizes it was just a dream.

His smile disappears and he sits up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The Same hand he had drool on, which he discovers. He wipes his face with his other arm. Dean smiles at him.

"Dude, you were out. Making some serious happy noises." Dean says.

"Yeah." Elena says. "What were you dreaming about?"

Sam looks very uncomfortable and doesn't look over at Dean. "What? No one. Nothing." He says.

"Come on, you can tell me. Angelina Jolie?" Dean asks.

"No."

"Brad Pitt?" Dean asks.

Sam turns around, almost looking at him. "No. No. Dude, it doesn't matter." He says.

"Whatever." Dean says.

"Whatever." Sam mocks.

"I called Bela." Dean says. Sam gets still at this, a smile quickly flashes by. Trying to cover his voice when answering.

"Bela? Yeah? She-What'd she.. you know, say? She.. gonna.. help us?" Sam asks and Elena watches his face closely.

"Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one. I've been trying to decipher the Doctor's notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do." Dean says.

Sam is still in his chair, back to Dean and Elena , looking around a little. "You gonna come help me with this stuff?" Dean looks over at him.

Sam looks around, and then down to his.. well, you know. He looks up, still keeping his back to Dean. "Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec." He moves around a bit in his seat, moving his hands around.

Suddenly a knock on the door sounds. They both turn in its direction. Sam stays in his chair as Elena gets up to open the door. Dean opens the door just inches, just like Sam did in his dream.

When she sees who it is, she looks annoyed and opens up the door, walking with it. "Bela." Elena says. "As I live and breathe." Bela enters, wearing a similar trenchcoat to the one in Sam's dream, only this one is black and the other one was tanned.

Sam reacts to her right away due to the dream, and tries to cover up his "situation". "You guys called me. Remember?" Bela says.

"I remember you turning me down." Dean says.

"Well, I'm just full of surprises."

Sam is still in the chair, waves one hand at her while the other is placed to continute to cover things up. He's not looking at her.

"Hey, Bela. What's going on?" Sam asks.

Dean looks from her to Sam, and she just continues on. "I brought you your African Dream Root." Bela hands over a jar of it to Dean. "Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by." She puts her bag on the TV and goes to open her coat, with her back to Sam.

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Dean asks.

"What? I can't do you a little favor every now and again?" Bela asks.

Sam gets a bit more tense but curious of her as she's removing her coat. He's obviously got his mind somewhere else. "No, you can't." Elena says.

The coat falls away and reveals her in a regular shirt, and not as naked as Sam was hoping. He lets out a breathe silently, visibly relaxing a bit more. "Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach them." Dean says.

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" Bela asks and Dean nods. "Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you."

"Bobby? Why?"

"He saved my life once. In Flagstaff." Bela says. Dean throws a look Sam's way and Sam just shrugs. He looks back at her, still not responding to her statement. "I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?"

"Maybe." Dean says. She looks at Dean, who's now looking at the jar, and at Sam.

"So when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?" Bela asks.

"Oh, you're not going anywhere. I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense." Dean says.

Dean walks over to the closet. He turns on the lights and opens up the safe, where the Colt is, and he puts in the jar of Dream Root with it. Bela and Sam are watching him.

"None taken." Bela says. Sam looks up at her quickly and Dean closes the safe, locking it. He walks into the room again, where Bela is looking a bit annoyed now. "It's 2 am. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Get a room. Ah, they got the Magic Fingers, a little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. You'll love it." Dean says.

"You..." Bela takes her bag in a huff and walks to the door, retreiving her coat on the way. Sam jumps out of his chair calling after her.

"Nice to see-.. Seeing you..." He says as she slams the door behind her, ignoring him. "Bela." Dean who was smiling after her, takes that in and he turns to Sam, a bit confused

Sam walks over to the beds with two glass cups of the liquid containing the Dream Root. Dean is sitting on the bed, waiting for him. As Sam comes over, he hands Dean one of the cups and then sits down on the other bed.

"How come I can't come with you guys?" Elena asks.

"Because we need someone to be the lookout." Sam says.

"I'm always the lookout." Elena points out.

"Just do it, okay?" Dean says. "Uh, should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" Dean asks.

Sam looks over at him, with a smile. "Why?" He asks. Dean looks at him, disappointed.

"What did you do during college?" Dean asks. Sam looks at him with his usual "huh" reaction to such questions.

Dean goes to drink the liquid but Sam stops him. "Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this." Sam says and 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 reaches out his hand, he puts it in it. "Here."

"What the hell is that?" Dean asks.

"Bobby's hair." Sam says.

"We have to drink Bobby's hair?" Dean asks.

"That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta drink some of their uh... Some of their body." Sam says.

"Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body." Dean says. They put it in and Sam exhales, getting ready to drink what seems to be a very disgusting drink. They both raise their cups a bit. "Bottoms up."

"Yeah." Sam says.

"Good luck." Elena says.

They put their cups together in a toast and then drinks it all up. They both grunt, trying to swallow, which seems to be a little hard. They smack their mouths a bit, due to the aweful taste. They look quite disgusted and nothing seems to have changed.

"Feel anything?" Dean asks.

"No. You feel anything?" Sam looks over at him as he shakes his head a little.

"No." Dean holds up the cup and looks in it. "Maybe we got some bad shwag. Hey where's Elena?"

We hear thunder from outside and rain pattering on the window. Sam looks over, a little confused. "Hey, when did it start raining?" Sam asks.

Dean looks over at the window as well. He 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 we see that the rain is actually not coming from the sky, but from the ground.

"When did it start raining upside down?" Dean turns around to Sam and as the camera follows his movement all colors seems to have drained and we see that they're now standing in the Same house that Bobby was dreaming about.

They look around a bit and as the camera changes angle, we 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 livingroom.

"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." Dean is looking at Sam while he just looks around the room a bit more.

"Wait. Wait a sec. Imagine the place without the paint job." Sam begins gesturing to everything he's talking about. "More cluttered, dusty, books all over the place."

They begin to move around the livingroom. We get a shot through the window from outside, as if someone's watching them. "It's Bobby's house." Dean says.

"Yeah." Sam says.

Dean calls out in a hushed voice. "Bobby?" He asks.

As Sam walks to the opening of the livingroom, by the stairs, he feels someone watching him. He turns around and we get a shot through the window again and the camera moves to the side, as if someone's hiding to not be seen by him.

Sam keeps watching and we get a shot of the windows from his angle and then we see from the outside again, the person behind the camera is still hiding, but watching him through the curtains. Sam finally turns back around and walks slowly to the stairs and the person watching outside moves to get a better view again.

Sam looks up towards the top of the stairs. "Bobby?" Sam looks towards the door, while Dean is still in the livingroom. "Dean?" Dean turns around to Sam. "I'm gonna go look outside."

"No, no, no, stay close." Dean whispers.

"Dude, I'll be fine. Just, look around in here. Look, we gotta find him." Sam says.

"Don't do anything stupid." Dean says and Sam nods and walks to the door, where we see on the windows that it's still raining outside

BOBBY'S HOUSE DREAM
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Sam comes out and we see 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.

We pan over the yard, and down to Bobby's car, that looks completely new and we pan up the walkway, which is lined with all kinds of bright, beautiful flowers, to Sam.

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!" He yells.

He walks over to the window next to the door and bangs on the wall while looking in. We see Dean through the window, still looking around the house with his back to Sam, but he doesn't seem to react to neither Sam calling his name or him banging on the wall. "Dean!" Sam walks down the porch out of view.

Dean open the doors to the kitchen, where we saw Bobby at the beginning of the episode. He walks in, looking around cautiosly. He moves through the kitchen towards the hallway on the other side. "Bobby?" Dean asks.

He walks out into the hallway, where there's two doors. One across from the kitchen and one on the left. "Bobby!" He turns around as if he heard something and looks down the hallway in the other direction, where there's another closed door.

"Who's out there?" Bobby asks. Dean turns back to the door that was on his left when he entered the hallway. He walks over to the door and we see long scratchmarks on it.

Dean touches them as he goes for the doornob. "Bobby, you in there?" He asks.

"Dean?" Bobby asks.

"Yeah. It's me. Open up." Bobby opens the door and looks behind Dean. "Hey."

Bobby moves towards the kitchen, looking scared and looking around to make sure the screaming woman isn't there. He's scratched up on his cheek and nose. Dean walks up next to him. "How in the hell did you find me?" Bobby asks.

"Sam and I got our hands on some of that Dream Roof stuff." Dean says.

"Dream Root? What?"

"Dr. Gregg, the experiments?" Dean asks.

Bobby, who's still looking around, throws him a glance. He's terrified. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asks. The lamps begin to flicker. "Hurry." He runs for the closet again.

Dean turns around and grabs him, trying to figure out what's going on. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?" He asks.

"She's coming." Bobby says.

"Okay, you know this is a dream, don't you?" Dean asks.

Bobby is terrified. "What are you, crazy?" He asks.

"It's a dream, Bobby! None of this is real!" Dean yells.

We suddenly see the woman from his dreams earlier opening the door on the other side of the hallway, behind Dean. Bobby points to her. "Does that look made-up?" He asks.

Dean turns around and we see the 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 looks at him and then when Bobby turns around, Dean looks back at the woman. We now see 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?" Dean asks.

Bobby has tears in his eyes now, but not from being terrified. "She's... She's my wife." He says.

Now her expression isn't as hard, she's just looking back at Dean and Bobby. Dean looks from Bobby to her and back again.

MOTEL ROOM
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The boys are each lying on their beds, knocked out. Dean even has the cup still in his hand. Sam's is on the floor between the beds and his arm is hanging above it. They're both on their backs. Elena sits into the chair watching them.

BOBBY'S HOUSE DREAM
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We're in the backyard and Sam comes around the house. There's a little pond and loads of beautiful flowers. Sam walks further into the backyard, just looking around.

"Why Bobby? Why did you do this to me?" Bobby's wife asks. They're now standing in the kitchen, by the livingroom, and his wife is standing in the doorway leading to the hall.

At her words, Bobby turns around. "I'd rather died myself than hurt you." He says.

"But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me. Again and again. You watched me bleed. Watched me die."

Dean comes up behind Bobby and grabs hold of him. "Bobby, she's not real." Dean says. Bobby doesn't respond to Dean, his eyes are on his wife.

"How could you?" She asks.

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." He says.

"You're lying. You wanted me dead. If you'd loved me, you would've found a way!" The Wife yells.

"I'm sorry." Bobby says.

Dean grabs hold of him again, more forcefull this time. "Come on." He drags him into the livingroom and as he begins to slide the doors closed, Bobby's Wife runs for the doors, screaming.

Sam is 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. I'm the motel room, Sam flinches from the hit. Elena sits up.

Sam falls to the ground with the hit. He is on the ground, holding his shoulder and Jeremy stands over him. "Who are you?" Sam asks.

"Who are you? You don't belong here." Jeremy says.

"You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head." Sam says.

"You got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense. He came after me. He wanted to hurt me."

"Maybe because you're a killer." Says Sam.

"You should be nicer to me. In here... you're just an insect. I'm a god." Jeremy says.

Bobby's Wife is jumping and banging on the doors to the livingroom, screaming. "I'm telling you, all of it. Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare." Dean says. He is standing by the doors, keeping them closed.

Bobby is standing across from him, just looking at him. His wife continues to bang and scream. Dean finally grabs a wire to tie around the doorhandles. "I killed her." Bobby says.

"Bobby! This is your dream that you can wake up. I mean, hell, you can do anything." Dean says and ties the doors together just as Bobby walks up behind him.

"Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already."

Dean grabs hold of him, trying to get him to wake up, to snap out it all. "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. I'm not gonna let you die. I'm not gonna let you die. You're like a father to me. You gotta believe me, please." He says.

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 Dean.

"I'm dreaming?" Bobby asks.

"Yes. Now take control of it." Dean says.

Bobby looks towards the door, and then he closes his eyes tightly and suddenly all the banging and screaming stops. Dean lets go of him and walks over to the doors. He 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 says.

Dean turns around and looks at him. "Believe it. Now would you please wake up?" He says.

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

At the hospital, Bobby wakes up with a force, sitting up in bed. Dean and Sam wake up with a force, sitting up on their beds at the Motel, panting.

The boys are panting and Dean looks down at his cup. They look over at each other.

Bobby is sitting in bed, looking over the papers from the investigation. Dean is sitting on the bed next to him. "Hey, Bobby. That, uh... That stuff, all that stuff with your wife?" Dean asks. Bobby looks over at him. "That actually happen?"

"Everybody got into hunting somehow." Bobby says.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead." Dean says. "Thank you."

Dean only responds with a twitch of his lips. Sam and Elena come 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 says.

"He ain't much of a stoner." Bobby picks up a picture of Jeremy, looking at it.

"No?" Elena asks.

"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. Dean nods at that." Bobby picks up another paper and hands it to Sam. "Here's Father of the Year." We see that it's a copy of a drivers license for Jeremy's dad, Henry David Frost. "He died before Jeremy was 10."

"Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam says.

"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand, he hasn't dreamt since." Bobby says as Sam puts the paper back on the little side table.

"Till he started dosing the dream drug." Dean says.

"Yep."

"How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?" Dean asks.

"He was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there." Bobby asks.

"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?"

"Yeah." Dean says.

"Yeah. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest frigging thing." Bobby says.

Dean, realizing he's done the same thing tries to make it a bit lighter. "Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb." He gives a nervous laugh.

Sam and Bobby both looks at him with this comment. "Dean, you didn't." Sam says.

"I was thirsty." Dean says.

"That's great, now he can come after either one of you." Sam says.

"Well, now we just have to find him first." Dean says.

"We better work fast and coffee up. Because one thing we cannot do is fall asleep." The screen goes black.