Today had been a rough day. Most days were rough, but some more than others. It was a day when they had defeated the monster, just not in time to save anyone. Not a victorious ride down the road now. Matty wasn't talking and Sam could hardly blame him. He couldn't think of a thing to say either.
They were going fast, Sam guessed because Matty was eager to meet up with Cas. Whether Matty realised it or not. Sam wanted to see Cas as well, but sometimes around Cas and Matty, he felt superfluous. He felt lonely.
A strange path for his mind to go down on, he had to be tired. It was dark out and there was barely any car on the road. Matty seemed awake enough, so it would likely be hours before they stopped. Sam realised he'd closed his eyes, his head grew heavy and then he was asleep. Dreaming.
There were bars around him. He was trapped. Back in the cage and his whole being revolted against it. He moved a little in his sleep, and in his dream, the surroundings changed.
New Orleans. He recognised that right away, he had been there before. Yet it looked different. The cars, the fashion of the people, the whole atmosphere. This wasn't the city he knew, must have been inspired by some old pictures or a half-remembered movie. He walked around, listening to a saxophone being played, starting to feel the vibes. He found himself smiling as he walked down the road. Nice dreams, they weren't easy to come by these days.
Then there was a figure that stood out. Somewhere sharper, more real, than the other people whose faces he couldn't focus on. This one was detailed. This one he knew. Sam said the name without realising as he stopped to look at him. "Raphael..."
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They were going fast, Sam guessed because Matty was eager to meet up with Cas. Whether Matty realised it or not. Sam wanted to see Cas as well, but sometimes around Cas and Matty, he felt superfluous. He felt lonely.
A strange path for his mind to go down on, he had to be tired. It was dark out and there was barely any car on the road. Matty seemed awake enough, so it would likely be hours before they stopped. Sam realised he'd closed his eyes, his head grew heavy and then he was asleep. Dreaming.
There were bars around him. He was trapped. Back in the cage and his whole being revolted against it. He moved a little in his sleep, and in his dream, the surroundings changed.
New Orleans. He recognised that right away, he had been there before. Yet it looked different. The cars, the fashion of the people, the whole atmosphere. This wasn't the city he knew, must have been inspired by some old pictures or a half-remembered movie. He walked around, listening to a saxophone being played, starting to feel the vibes. He found himself smiling as he walked down the road. Nice dreams, they weren't easy to come by these days.
Then there was a figure that stood out. Somewhere sharper, more real, than the other people whose faces he couldn't focus on. This one was detailed. This one he knew. Sam said the name without realising as he stopped to look at him. "Raphael..."