After dragging himself out of bed, Dean found that he couldn’t remember his dream, no matter how hard he tried. Ugh. He stumbled out of his bedroom, still in his pajamas, to get ready for the day. Charlie would love crap like this, he thought. His friend was obsessed with anything and everything mysterious, and although he barely remembered his dream, if he had remembered it he got the feeling Charlie would freak.
Dean stumbled down the hallway, passing his dad along the way. “Morning, Bobby,” he mumbled. “Where’s Ellen?”
“Still in bed, I’ll bet. Adam’s tryin’ to wake her up but you know how that’ll go,” Bobby mumbled from behind a stack of books. “Help him out, why don’t ya?”
Dean gave a sly grin, and ran down the hallway. The only good thing about moving to the suburbs when he was young was that Bobby spent most of his time researching for the nearby college, so Dean could get away with much more than he could before. He slammed open the door to Ellen’s room, yanked off the covers, and yelled, “RISE AND SHINE!”
