EVERYBODY HAD A DREAM...WELL SORT OF

Looks like the Moon Goddess had been busy last night. Did everyone get a prophetic dream?

"What did you dream Dean?" Jessica asked.

Dean paused before he answered, a flush creeping up his cheeks. Our table was suddenly quiet, listening for his next words.

"I was..." Dean's voice dropped so everyone had to strain their wolf power hearing to catch the words, "I was running...late, but I made it, up onto a large stage with bright lights. I had my guitar and there was a huge crowd there to see my play."

"Wait, what?" I interrupted, "What kind of dream was that?"

"It was my prophetic dream!" Dean declared.

"Don't those start with running in the forest?" I asked.

Everyone laughed.

"Yeah, Dean, run in the forest... Like a girl." Tim chortled.

Dean turned red, and I realized my mistake. I guess that meant that running in a forest was a girl type of dream.

"You were on the stage, continue..." I said. Feeling bad, but not knowing how to deal with the misunderstanding, I tried to just ignore it.

Dean considered it, then continued, "it was an outdoor stage, the moon was so big and bright that it was the spotlight for the stage. And next to me was a girl... She was my beautiful mate. She opened her mouth and sang. Her voice was so beautiful..."

"How do you know that was a prophetic dream?" I asked.

Dean looked unhappy with me, "I just know it." He said.

"Are guys' prophetic dreams so random?" I asked again.

"It's not random!" Dean growled, "Just because I had a prophetic dream before you did..."

"That's not it Dean." I tried to explain, but Dean cut me off, "Why can't you just be happy for me?"

"I'm just asking how you knew it was real."

"You know what Sam?" Dean said, upset enough to raise his voice at me, "Just forget it. I thought maybe we could work it out, but if you can't accept that you're not my mate, then we need to break up now."

Now the whole table and the tables around us have gone silent. What the hell. "Look Dean, I don't care if we're not mates. I don't even know what that has got to do with anything." How dare he? What.the.hell.

I think I'm still smarting from the break up with Madison because hearing the words "break up" from Dean made the blood rush to my head. Am I going to lose two best friends in one weekend? What the hell.

Shannon interjected then, he was even madder than I was, his voice had a gruff growling sound, "Shut up Dean. Sam was never dating you, so stop faking it!"

Wait, what?

Dean stood up, "I'm not faking anything!"

Shannon stood up, "Then stop wearing her jacket around in school like a trophy!"

Silence again.

Wait, what?

"I want my jacket back." I told Dean.

"Sam, don't talk him." Shannon snapped, "He's not worth shit."

Ben stood up, "That's enough, Shannon. Sam can do what she wants."

But Shannon wouldn't stop, "Stay out of this! You may be her Beta, but I'm her friend. I'm done with his crap."

Ben was growling now. Jonah's turn to stand up, but only to hold Ben down so that Ben doesn't throw a punch across the table.

I stood up, "Everyone just sit down!"

I must have alpha commanded, I hadn't meant to, but everyone sat. Whole pack house dining hall quiet. Way to go.

"Let's get it clear, there's nothing going on between Dean and I. We're good friends and training partners." I don't dare to use the best friend label anymore. It was just seemed to over-complicate things. "And Dean, I'm not upset with you for anything. I am just wondering how a guy knows when he has a prophetic dream. How do you know for sure? Isn't that an important question?"

Dean looked teary, "You just know it. You won't understand Sam, you haven't had it."

I wanted to face palm, but I needed that hand to hold up at Shannon. I didn't have to look to know he wanted to chew Dean out.

"I've already had my prophetic dream Dean-twice." The moment I said it, it was like a floodgate opened up:

"I had a dream last night too." Ben said.

"I dreamed I was running in a forest." Lizzy admitted.

So it was just the twins. Not really a full flood.

But prophetic dreams were like once in a blue moon events, not a mass event on a single night across the board, and really rare for Ben and Lizzy's age group too. Something was definitely off.

"Okay, who else?" I asked.

"Me." Jonah admitted. He sounded uncertain.

No one else. Okay, so we have everyone in my year, but that's just Dean and I. And all the kids from Alpha, Beta, and Gamma family, dreaming at least a year early on the same night.

I needed to tell dad. This was not normal at all.

"Alight, everyone share your dream." I commanded.

Lizzy went first, "I was running in a forest by the light of the moon, when I came to a lake. Suddenly, I heard a growl and a light brown and white wolf stepped out from behind the trees. His eyes were an amazing grey blue color. And then I woke up."

I really must ask her how she could see those colors so clearly in that lighting? Was the lighting in my dream that much worse? It hardly seemed fair, but then Ben was speaking and what he said caused my blood to freeze.

"I was chained to a stone wall in a dungeon. I could see the moon outside from a small window with silver bars on it. My wrists were burning from the silver cuffs. My stomach was burning. It hurt so bad I keep blacking out. Then Sam walked in..."

"I did?" I asked stupidly. Why was I in Ben's dream?

Ben nodded.

"Then what?" Somebody asked.

Ben looked like it was physically painful for him to recount the dream, "She walked up to me, and cut me open with a knife, then she put her hand into my opened wound and pulled out a silver bullet."

What? What? I did what?

"No way!" I said, "I will never do that!"

"Then how would you save my life?" Ben asked.

"How was that saving your life?" Tim laughed, "You so messed up Beta."

"She was removing the bullet." Ben insisted. Was I? Was I? I had no idea.

"That's kind of violent." Flynn said. We all blinked up at him and realised Flynn and Hank had come over to join us.

"I dreamt something bad too." Jonah confessed it as if he committed a grave sin, "I was a brown and white wolf..."

Lizzy gasped.

"My eyes were not blue. Brown! My eyes were brown!" Jonah quickly clarified. His panic would have amused me except I was still waiting to see how bad things got in his dream. Please don't let me stab another friend!

"Anyway, rogue wolves, so many... We were surrounded. I was guarding Alpha and Luna." Jonah choked back a bit, "but the rogues, too huge and fast, and our wolves, all taken down... till it was just me, Alpha and Luna."He paused to take a deep shakey breath.

It struck me how as they shared their dreams, the guys sounded like they have to relive the strong emotions that came with them.

Then Jonah continued miserably, "I knew we had lost. Even if the Alpha took one and I took one, there were still three more... our Luna defenceless... More and more rogues around us...."Jonah's voice trailed off as if he didn't want to hear what he was about to say, "And then they jumped- all at once. Two on me...and I knew it was over... I'm sorry Sam."

"Where was I?" I demanded.

"You were busy stabbing Ben." Tim informed me.

"Not helping Tim!" Shannon growled.

"She was saving him!" Lizzy shot back too.

I don't know what I had ever done for these two to believe in me like that. To be honest, I can't feel sure I was saving him. But why was I in Ben's dream, when I should have been in Jonah's, helping him to protect my parents?

"So... What was your dream, Sam?" It was Ben. I don't want to tell them, but it was Ben who asked. Ben, who I will apparently stab in the guts one day.

I sighed, "I was running in a forest. I met my mate. He was covered in blood." I said it all in one breath, not wanting my voice to show any potentially raging emotions.

"Oh." I heard from more than one mouth at the same time.

"What's the second dream?" Savy asked quietly.

"My second dream didn't have running or forests or blood and I had it first, the night before to be exact." I told them. It kind of sounded like the kind of dreams the guys had. And suddenly I was awashed with vivid feelings, of determination and anger, it was as fierce as if I had just woken up from the dream.

"I dreamed of an arena full of strong warrior wolves. My mate stood on a platform and said something to them. I could hear the sounds but could not make out the words. I didn't know it was a prophetic dream, till I had the second one in the forest, and realized they were the same person. And I wasn't even sure they were prophetic dreams until I heard the rest of yours."

"Were they an army?" Flynn asked.

"Maybe, I don't know. They all wore different things, there was no uniform. All their armor and weapons were of different designs and material too... I think."

"Was it a rogue army?" Lizzy asked.

"They didn't give me that impression. They were very strong, powerful warrior bloodlines, clean hair, nice clothes, expensive gear... Not very rougue like." I answered.

"Were they good looking?" Jessica asked at that.

Everyone broke out into laughter. But now that I felt the dream fully, I was seeing everything clearly again, as if the memory was suddenly sharpened. And I noticed these details that I didn't see the first time, like the banners and the weapons the warriors bore, or the way they were all well clad and properly groomed, or how my mate looked older than my mate in the the forest. The planes of his face harder, his body broader, his mouth and eyes forming firm lines the way only adults do when they are about to deal with something hard. Was I seeing him at different points of time? Or was it just a trick of dastardly lighting in my second dream?

"We need to tell the Alpha." Flynn said finally. The little bell chimed, it was time for study group.

"Maybe later, after study group." Flynn considered.

Then I remembered that my mum and dad had plans till dinner time, "Ah, how about after dinner tonight?"