Normally, Heather's dreams were actually nightmares. There had never been anything good about it when her mind started getting active while she slept. It had been Silent Hill for the longest time. Disfigured, horrific monsters. Bloody walls and fire-lit floors. Her father walking around without a face, with his insides dropping out of his stomach as he wailed out her name. Those were the things Heather dreamt about in the past.
Now, her subconscious was more pleasant. There were still the occasional bad dreams, especially now in this new world with new, frightening things, but for the most part, she would dream about Sam, her new family, the friends she'd made.
That was how this dream had started. She'd been sitting in the living room of the house, surrounded by every member of Winchester friend and family circle. It wasn't anything in particular, nothing special or specific, but it was something Heather loved in real life so much that she even dreamt about it. As time wore on, though, their faces began to change. They were just a little fuzzy at first, but then they began to almost disfigure completely. Dean's mouth disappeared and his eyes seemed to melt. Jo's hair fell out and her nose began to bleed. John's skin slid away from his skull, dropping in loud splats as the bloody flesh hit the floor. And then there was Sam. The others were quickly turning into the monsters from Silent Hill, Heather realized that quickly, but Sam still looked the same. Nothing about him had changed. Nothing except for his eyes, which were now full of blackness.
"Hey!" he shouted, his voice sounding distorted as it met her ears. "Look everybody! My old fuck buddy's here!" It sounded as if the others broke out into laughter, but it was a synthesized, echoing noise. Almost ear-splitting. And somewhere, a baby was crying, screaming.
Heather turned around to leave, to get away, but as she tried, she found herself running smack into someone's broad chest. As she looked up and saw Uriel's face leering down at her, the noises all stopped. She wasn't even in the house anymore.