Archangel Lucifer Lectures

October 10, 2018. Sammy ran down a road barely visible in the dark. How he got here is unknown. All around a solid forest and not a single living soul! Dean with the gun wasn't around either. Suspicious. "Where the hell am I?!" the hunter thought. - "Run, run-and-and! Anyway, I'll catch up with you!" - hears an ominous echo behind him. - Who are you, your mother, and what do you want from me?! Sam looked around, but there was no one. - You don't know me? Find out more about me before I finish you-me-me! 4:00. The younger Winchester woke up in his bed, sweating cold and breathing frequently. Couldn't understand what haunted him? Quickly dressed, he left his room, looked at Dean - he slept "without hind legs." Quietly made his way into the kitchen and made himself a coffee. Drank. Missed. 4:15 on the clock. "I don't understand anything," Sam muttered. –What was that? And really, what? Another nightmare? Vision? Ghost?! Nonsense... With these thoughts, the hunter went to the laptop. 4:30. - Sem?! - Dean raised himself on his elbows and looked at his brother with concern. –What happened? The younger Winchester waved his hand, they say, everything is fine. - Not OK, Sam! - Dean got up, dressed and walked out into the hallway, put his arm around his brother's shoulders and looked into his eyes. "Tell me what happened. You can always tell me everything, you know. Sam yawned. - We'll talk in the main room, Dean, Sam smiled. - Persuaded, - the elder tapped the younger on the shoulder and went in the specified direction. 5:00. They came. Dean sat at the table, awaiting details. With a bottle of beer in hand. - Well? - pushed his brother with his shoulder. - I had a dream, Sam began uncertainly. - Hallelujah! 'clapped Dean's hands. - I wonder what happened next?! "Stop mocking me, Dean! "You're slowly gathering your thoughts, Sammy! I'll be asleep soon! "the elder Winchester buried his forehead in the table. –I'm sleeping. Hrr-rr... - Well, Di-in! - the younger, snickering older brother held out displeasedly. "Let me gather my thoughts! This is Dean, what to take from him? Afraid of cats, heights, trains that can get off the ground... in general, with each adventure, the phobia of the elder Winchester is added, heh! It is interesting to know what fears will open up for him in the future, and how will the hunter overcome them? 6:00. "Get ready, and I went," the elder Winchester rose, but Sam pressed on his shoulders and sat again on a chair. - Stand! - Sammy, how can I stand if you sit me down? - the elder was surprised. - Sit you, yo-my! - the younger Winchester frowned. When he frowns, gets angry, it looks so nice! - I am not a CD and, moreover, not a DVD! I'm human! Same as you, Sammy, "Dean proudly declared. - Good to make fun of! I... someone really pursued me! - having cooled down, Sam quietly, almost in a whisper, added: - He demanded that I find out more about him... The elder Winchester chuckled and propped his head in his hand as he continued to watch his brother. He took a sip of beer. - Either, you're finished, right? 'the younger continued, Dean. Sam was taken aback. How did you find out?! Dean can't read minds! Or maybe?! Or... - I dreamed about him too, 'Dean looked at the bottle. He shook it a little. Introduced himself as Sammitas. His name matches yours. Weird, right? There was an awkward silence. Sam was confused and was not found with an answer. "I don't know him, Dean!" the younger Winchester blurted out, coming up with the next answer that wouldn't cast a shadow of disbelief over him. But Dean was kind-minded. Either beer softened him so much, or love for his brother, or both. - Calm down, brother. I don't suspect you of anything. Do you hear? Sam nodded, smiling. 7:00. Time passed, and it was necessary to make at least some decision. "Did you find anything, Sam?" He looked out from behind the monitor and just shook his head. - Comb! I'm in the bar! Sammy rounded his eyes. - HOW?! In the morning?! - Yes, damn it! Dean left, bursting the door. -holy cow! The younger Winchester closed his laptop. Why does Dean allow himself to rest, and the youngest should look for information before losing his pulse? Isn't Sam entitled to rest? Entitled. In its own way. He, of course, never threw a search for information, but... the brother's trick angered him. Why not? Let him rest. 21:00. In the evening they gathered and wooled the Internet and the library together. Nothing was found. 23:00. Finding nothing, the Winchesters went to spa. It's too early to get up again tomorrow... to be continued…