Chapter 3
Sam could feel his stomach gurgling in his dream. It translated as an earthquake, and his surrounding’s juddered. The dream faded, and through the haze of sleep came the scent of frying bacon. He groaned in time with his rumbling belly and opened his eyes.
Sam blinked in confusion at the ceiling. He shouldn’t have been able to see it. There should have been wooden slats that looked close to breaking, but instead there was a painted white ceiling, and a light fixture that wasn’t covered in cobwebs.
Sam sat up and took in his surroundings. Dean’s living room, Dean’s sofa that he’d managed to dribble on. His biology text book was on the table, next to a glass of orange juice.
Dean appeared in the kitchen doorway, and grinned. “Ah, you’re awake.”
Any lingering tiredness vanished
