Dean Jr.

Bad dreams

Chapter 47

*Short Chapter*

Tuesday, 5:17 am

In the bunker

Sam's POV

I'm in my room, listening to one of the girls sleep talk. They both do it, and I can't tell who it is right now. I think it's Krissy, though.

Krissy: Fuck off.

She's been saying that, every few seconds, for maybe 15 minutes.

Krissy: No. You're crazy.

Her room is right next to mine, so it's kinda hard for me to ignore. But it's actually kinda funny. She's sleep arguing with somebody, probably Danny or Dean, about God knows what. I was researching a case, but now I might just listen to Krissy sleep talk. It's quite the entertainment.

Krissy: You don't even know what you're talking about.

She's definitely having a sleep argument with Dean or Danny. That's how she argues with them, when she's awake.

Krissy: He threw a bee at me.

That's the part that tells me how deeply she's sleeping.

Krissy: AHH! What the fuck?!

I can't tell, but I think she just woke herself up.

Krissy: You bitch.

Or not.

Krissy: This is why you're Dad left.

I shouldn't be so entertained by this, but I am. It's hilarious.

Emily: Sammy? She calls as she gets to my room.

Sam: What are you doing up, Sweetheart? It's 5 in the morning.

Emily: You're up, too.

Sam: I'm an adult, and I don't need the sleep like you do.

Emily: I'll be fine.

Sam: No, Baby. What happened? Why are you up right now?

Emily: Because.

Sam: Because why?

Emily: Just because.

I think she had a bad dream. She's not looking at me. She's looking at the ground. It's like she doesn't want me to know that she had a bad dream.

Sam: Did you have a bad dream? Or can you just not fall back to sleep?

Emily: I didn't have a bad dream. I'm too old for bad dreams. She says as she walks further in to my room.