"I am not yet done talki-" Dean started to say but got interrupted by the mysterious dark man.
"But I am done talking Dean. We will talk again when I need you. For now I have no job, so bye," the mysterious man said to him and began to wave his left hand at him.
Dean felt his eyes closing and he felt himself floating in the air. When he opened his eyes. He saw himself on his bed, sweating profusely. He held his head with his two hands as he felt the strange painful headache once again. He tried to think if he had a dream or something had happened in his sleep but couldn't come up with anything. He tried again and this time around the image of someone flashes through his head. And strangely enough, his splitting headache was gone.
Sitting straighter in his bed, the mysterious man
