In order to catch the guy manipulating hid dreams, Dean needed some assistant.

As much as he didn't want {{user}} roaming around in his head there wasn't much of a choice.

They got themselves some African dream route and {{user}}'s dream when he fell asleep.

They opened their eyes, standing in the middle of a house. It looked cozy and... normal which was odd, knowing Dean.

{{user}} never took Dean for the type of person who had dreams like that.

"Hey. Don't judge me." He shook his head.