Or at least you hoped it would work.
“Morpheus, if you hear me, please, help me and my friend. Your brother Phobetor is going to kill my friends, just like he killed ten other people in their sleep. I need your help, please.”
You hoped, you believed, you trusted, you prayed, you did everything you had to to call out for Morpheus. After a second of two, another man was standing next to you.
“Morpheus? Brother, what are you doing here?”
“I came here to stop you, Phobetor.”
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“Dean? Y/N?! Crap!!”
Five clowns were now in the motel room. Sam was trying to focus to be able to take his gun but he couldn’t.
“Damn it!”
The clowns were getting closer and closer to Sam.
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Dean still was in the plane, who was crashing, slowly crashing.
“Y/N, you gotta hurry!! Son of a bitch!”
He closed his eyes tight and prayed as hard as he could, he prayed to the only person he knew who could save him, you.
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You were on the ground. Morpheus and Phobetor fought, which made the whole room upside down. After a moment, Morpheus finally killed his brother. He came to you and untied you.
“Thank you for coming.”
“I am sorry for what my brother did.”