Explaining The Dream State

"Eren! ...Eren!"

He opened his eyes to stare at a soulless white ceiling.

There was a call at the door... Where was this place?... Oh.. crap.

Silas slid in without invitation and he held the door open for a moment and watched the moving wheelchair.

"How many scars do you have left?"

"What?”

"You have a meeting tomorrow. Or rather, we have a meeting tomorrow about you."

Eren thought furiously for a second, then almost choked in his reply. "What meeting?"

Silas ignored the question. "You still have a bunch of scars.”

Eren fumbled with a sleeve. There were some red bruises and marks in the area where Drake had hit him. Hard.

“Well yes, I do.”

"Good. We'll need them as evidence. The Winchesters have planned an empathetic visit, if you may."

"Visit?"

"Em-pa-thy," Silas said, cutting him short with the vehement pronunciation. Like he didn't know what that meant. "Come," he ordered, wheeling himself out with just as much ease as he spoke.

What did the Winchesters want with him?

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