Dean dreamed and his dreams were a motley collection of sensations mixed with images. He saw a young man, pale and fat standing near a young-looking Donovan. Saw an expression on the fat boy’s face that could only have been adoration, if not more. Felt disgust at what he saw. Yet in his dream Dean could not look away. When shadows coalesced around the boys and the scene shifted, he saw them both inside a strange castle. Now *that* was familiar to Dean. They were both moving through the place, the fat one in the lead, gesturing for young-Donovan to be quiet.<br/><br/>Events sped up. Dean couldn’t follow them. Couldn’t understand what happened next. All he saw was the fat boy’s copse on an altar, beneath a glowing sphere of yellow-white light and Donovan’s face. Tears streaking down his cheeks…<br/><br/>Fuck this. Dean didn’t know where he got the strength from, but he turned away from the vision, willed himself elsewhere. Crying over some fat fool’s death was stupid. Donovan was far too emotional for Dean’s tastes.<br/><br/>He was inside the ship. He didn’t know how he go there, but Dean could *feel* the ship around him, the pulse and pull of the beams, the sensation of arms and legs in his rigging, the weight of a body in his bed. He exhaled and the ship sped up, drew a breath and it slowed down. He was also the ornate tapestries along the walls, including the moving murals – one of which depicted a rather lurid orgy. At his thought, the tapestry animated, the bodies copulating deliciously. Like a child directing his own fantasies, Dean indulged for a little while, simply playing with the paint.<br/><br/>Then, just as he saw the knight enter the captain’s quarters, he heard Donovan’s voice. Drawn from his slumber, Dean half-awoke. A portion of his mind remained within the ship, distracted, while the rest focused on his companion.<br/><br/>“Donovan, you’ve always been too loud. Wouldn’t you shut up? If I’m lucky, this will make up for you getting all the girls lately.” Dean’s voice was low, cracking even to his ears. Wait, why was that? Still keeping his mind in the room, he tried to move.<br/><br/>Nope.<br/><br/>“Ah, fuck me. What happened?”<br/>