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The scene above.

"Are you still having nightmares about Jessica? I thought you stopped thinking about them." Dean looked at Sam with some concern.

"No, I stopped having dreams about Jessica a long time ago, I think it may have started earlier." Sam shook his head, and took one last look at Jessica, who was burning quietly, out of the house.

Sam and Dean walked silently along the street, just the two of them and no one else.Dean thought for a moment and said, "So we're in your dream right now. Do you know where we're supposed to go?"

"Don't know, but I want to start with a dream I've had before, like the one where I was killed by Zack."

As soon as Sam finished speaking, the surrounding scenery changed, and they stood in a desolate but familiar place: cold oak.

"Awesome!" Dean said in surprise and took two steps forward: "So we can change the scene?"

Not far away, they saw two figures, Sam and Dean walked over quickly, and saw Dean holding Sam in his arms, murmuring to him, calling his name, Bobby Then he stood behind Dean with a painful expression on his face.

"Not everyone gets a chance to see their own death, do they?" Dean said to Sam, a little embarrassed by the emotion he was showing.

"What an unpleasant dream," said Sam, staring at the scene in front of him.Soon, the surrounding environment became blurred, and Sam and Dean couldn't even see where the road was, as if they were immersed in a thick fog.

"Sammy!" Dean called Sam, reaching out his hand to hold Sam at the same time: "Don't go too far, or we will be separated. What do you think of this fog?"

"I don't know." Sam let Dean pull him. "Maybe because I'm dead and can't see what's going on?"

"What happened next?"

"I got up from the bed and found out that you had decided to make a deal with the devil at the crossroads. A year later, you were caught by hellhounds. Of course, these all appeared in my dreams one by one." Sam said in a low mood.

"Why do you look more like the person who is going to be caught by the Cerberus?" Dean tried to make a joke to brighten the atmosphere, but seeing that Sam didn't cooperate at all, he immediately changed back to a serious expression.

Soon, the fog in front of their eyes cleared, and it was Ruby standing in the room that appeared in front of Sam and Dean this time.With a wave of her hand, Sam couldn't move anymore and could only watch helplessly as the invisible hellhound came in and bit Dean.Dean watched as he stopped breathing with a horrible expression on his face, and then Ruby raised his hand, trying to throw Sam out, but for some reason, it failed.Sam approached her slowly with Ruby's knife, and a puff of black smoke immediately gave up the body and fled.

"You didn't tell me that Ruby would watch me die, and that it was the Ruby we know now, not the dark-haired one. Now you still feel that she is here to help us, not to cheat Our trust?" Dean said to Sam fiercely.

"But I really didn't dream about this part." Sam explained to himself: "Maybe it's because you joined in and changed my dream, maybe reality was mixed into the dream, maybe it's just an ordinary, A dream that has no connection with reality at all, because in reality I am not dead, and you will not summon the crossroads demon."

"But actually, I actually just summoned one," Dean said.

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Although the brothers were discussing about the dream, Sam in the dream said something.

"Lilith. I should be talking about this name." Although Sam was talking to Dean, he didn't let go of this sentence and said with certainty.

"Lilith?" Dean looked at Sam: "The devil that Crowley said is in charge of the contract? Is Ruby her hidden identity?"

"I don't know, but I don't think Lilith needs to kill other demons."

"Maybe we can ask Crowley if he knows Ruby and if she and Lilith are the same person."

Sam nodded, and stood side by side with Dean silently watching Sam's tears dripping down Dean's face. After a while, Dean said, "It's an exciting dream, isn't it? You first, Then there's me, speaking of which, how many times have I escaped the clutches of death?"

"At least three times." Sam replied casually.

"See? Brother, even the god of death can't do anything to me." Dean smiled and patted Sam on the shoulder, turned and walked out of the room.Sam took one last look at the scene in front of him, and this scene was more deeply imprinted in his heart, reminding him at any time: If he makes a wrong step, what he is waiting for may not be his own death, but the price Dean will have to pay for it.

unreliable foreknowledge

Walking out of the oppressive and painful room, Dean breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously. Even if it was just a dream, it looked really uncomfortable.Sam, who was following closely behind, put his hands in his pockets, licked his lips, and said, "I think I've seen enough of my dream, should I see Dean's dream next?"

As soon as Sam finished speaking, the whole scene turned white: white walls, white floors and ceilings, and a white door appeared in front of their eyes.

Dean looked at Sam helplessly. The fantasy of this dream had already surpassed their imagination. He didn't know how it managed to bring out scenes that he hadn't thought of.

And Sam reached out from behind and twisted the handle, trying to open the door, but it didn't budge.Sam pushed and pulled, but the door didn't respond at all.Sam touched his pocket: "Did you bring the tools for unlocking? I didn't expect to need such a thing in my dream."

"The question is how can you bring something from reality into a dream?" Dean laughed at Sam's rare stupidity, lowered his head and squinted his eyes to look at the keyhole, then stretched out his hand to twist the handle and pushed, and the door opened quietly up.Dean looked at Sam who was stunned, and tilted his head to laugh at him: "Could it be that you won't even open the door when you enter my dream?"

Sam gave him a dissatisfied look, but he couldn't explain why Dean could easily open the door of his dream, but he couldn't open Dean's.

"But why do you dream of such a place with nothing? It's not your style at all." Sam followed behind and asked like a cannonball.

"I have never dreamed of this place." Dean stood still: "Does this have nothing to do with you? Speaking of it, I always feel that this place is inexplicably familiar."

Sam looked up and looked around again. "It's almost like walking into God's garden any further," Sam whispered.

"What?" Hearing Sam's words, a familiar feeling also hit Dean, and a sense of anxiety that could not control his memory swept his whole body.Dean took two steps towards the door, and a familiar scene appeared in front of him.

He didn't need to look much to be sure this was Lawrence of Kansas.

A black '67 Chevrolet was polished and parked in front of a house, and it can be seen that the owner cherishes it very much.The host had just gotten out of the car when the young wife who heard the voice came out to meet him, holding her youngest son in her arms.The eldest son also ran out happily when he heard the sound of his father coming back.The father picked up the eldest son and lifted it high into the air, making the son scream non-stop.After lifting it a few times, the father hugged the eldest son with one hand, kissed his wife's cheek, and then branded a kiss on the forehead of the younger son. face.The younger brother seemed to be infected by the joy, and let out a giggle.After a delay at the door, the family of four walked into the house one after another.

Dean looked at this scene with a relieved smile on his lips.Seeing that Dean didn't intend to move forward, Sam who was standing next to him turned his head and asked, "Did you dream about it or did it really happen?"

"Basically, it happened. When you were 5 months old, Dad went out once."

"It's unbelievable that he's still like that. In my memory, he's always yelling, and most of the time he's always sloppy." Sam shrugged.

Dean glanced at Sam, but said nothing.Although the knot between Dad and Sam was resolved with Dad's death, after all, Sam was almost always taken care of by himself or a friend of Dad's since he was a child.Although both myself and my father want Sam to enjoy the childhood of a normal child as much as possible, the lack of energy and resources also makes them want to but powerless.It's useless to repeat these words, besides, he loves this brother very much.

"Let's go." Dean turned his head, no longer looked at the familiar house, nor thought about the possible laughter and laughter inside, and regarded it as a real dream, a sweet dream.

"What time should we be?" Sam asked after him.

"I want to see where that angel came from first." Dean said, the environment of the whole street changed.

Soon, Dean and Sam find themselves standing in Bobby's cabin, in front of a middle-aged man who looks a bit dazed.But even so, there was an indescribable pressure on him.He just stood there normally, but Dean soon noticed that the shadow behind him had spread wings.

"Awesome!" Dean exclaimed: "The original