The noise had come back.

It filled her ears, like static. The dead of the night, Sam was forced awake. Her heart was pounding, and she knew it was happening again. She shifted out of bed slowly, making sure to tuck her lover back in before she fled outside quietly, but quickly, closing the door with a gentle click. Her eyes turned back towards, and it made her body shake, and quiver. The Grey Men. They'd found her. She cursed beneath her breath, something in her body yelling at her to run, but her brain, her heart, told her to hold her ground.

It's breathing. That's what she was hearing. It didn't even have a mouth, or a nose, and it was breathing, rattling like a set of bones shifting against eachother in a chime like fashion. Her ears flattened, and she stepped off of the porch, facing the Grey Man. It rushed at her, those large, beefy hands moving for her head. She screeched out, ducking down beneath the palms of his hands. She rolled to the side, this time, her wings tucked close against her body. She cried out as she stood back up, turning and fleeing.

The doberman ran. One foot, in front of the other. Her eyes turned as she headed for the jungle, the silent smacking of the Grey Man's legs against the sand, and soon grass, turned to brush. She looked back forward, heading for the narrowest cracks she could fit through. "Fuck, fuck." She cried out as she squirmed forward. The ground felt like it shook with each step, the looming of the Grey's body carrying Sam further and further away from home.

And suddenly, it was gone. Disappeared, like thin air, when Sam stood in the clearing. Soft moonlight filtered down into the circle, as if a cylinder of jungle trees had been plucked from thin air. Her eyes turned, hesitating on each bush, on each tree, and it wasn't until she made a full circle until she realized she wasn't alone. Her eyes stared at a black bodied.. animal. He wore a hat, one yellow feather stretching from the side of it.

"How did you escape?" He asked. His voice was gentle, but unnerving none the least. The melded voices of her brother, of Dean, of Miles, they all spoke out to her. The Doberman's breath hitched as she stepped backwards. Sam's head shook fervently, her body still heaving with breaths from escaping. "I don't know what you're talking about. Fuck you, fuck this. You're not real." She turned, trying to leave, but she couldn't. She was locked in place, suddenly. Her eyes dropped towards her paws, some kind of black.. mass holding her still. It crept along the ground, spreading like a disease. He stepped in front of her slowly. "I'll ask you again. How did you escape?" Sam flat out snarled to his question instead, looking up at him and spitting in his face.

All the Magician could do was sigh, gently, before staring her in- no, not her eye. But Beck's eye. Screams suddenly filled her mind, the sharp vision of Tyler shooting Dean. Her head reared back, a screech coming from her body. Tyler killed Dean. Tyler killed Dean, Tyler killed-

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Sam's eyes snapped open. She was laying on the porch, soft daylight filtering over her body. She had laid down to take a nap. While she had been sleeping, soft disgruntled noises had filtered from her muzzle. Her body was shaking, in a cold sweat, and it wouldn't stop shaking. Was.. was that true? Grey visions were always true. She tried to stand up, but she couldn't force her hind legs to work. A curse came across softly, her eyes closing shut.

"MAGICIAN"
"SPEECH"