Before Sam's eyes even opened he felt the hot tickle of fire. He barely noticed the barbed wire eating into his flesh at his ankles and wrists. He knew it wasn't real. He was home, sacked out on a couch across from Dean, television probably blaring out some late night infomercial. He pried his eyelids open, fighting the stinging sweat that beaded
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