To London! Reason 800 why Dean Hates Sams Visions

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Dean Winchester cursed silently in his bed hearing Sammy murmur in his sleep. There was nothing he could do, to make what ever nightmare or vision or what ever the friggin’ thing was, so Dean remained in his bed, asleep.

That is, Until Sammy woke up, gasping in pain or fear. Possibly, both.

“Dean!”

With a start, the man in question woke, a dagger in his hand out and ready for any attack.

“What? Where’s the demon?” he asked, alert.

When Sam looked at Dean something haunted his eyes; obviously another nightmare vision.

“Not here,” Sam said, looking at Dean with obvious pain in his eyes. “We gotta leave, now Dean.”

“Where?” Dean asked, skeptical of Sam’s so called visions.

“London.” Sam replied.

Dean glared at Sam. Okay now he officially, hated these shining powers