Greyson's POV
I was dreaming of ostriches. I don't know why. Or why they liked chasing me around with scissors. But they do.
And sometimes, they are butt naked with human legs. Other times they transform into spiders.
So, it was a relief when I was jolted awake by something. Just never in my wildest imagination thought the something would be Tilly Ann fucking Winchester.
Maybe I was having that dream again.
And that dream never ends well.
No. No. No.
It ends with her turning into an ostrich and chasing me around to eat me.
"Winchester? What are you doing—"
She was standing above me, a bucket in her hands and a smile on her lips.
Wait, she was smiling...no. no. Something was wrong. This couldn't be real.
"I am dreaming again, aren't I?" I asked.
"No, baby," she said.
Then she dumped the content of the bucket on me. Which was iced water.
"SON OF A BITCH!"
I tried to jump up and I realized almost instantly that I couldn't.
