"Prophetic? No. Never before and I doubt I'm likely to start. There are those who specialize in that sort of thing but not me. It's not a dream that's likely or practical, if you like. It's... egocentric. In a way. Do you know what I'm saying? Like the whole dream is centered around me, which it ought, I suppose since I'm the dreamer..."

He sat down in a nearby chair and looked at the floor. The dream made him feel familiar things, and he loathed that.

"It's like my unconscious mind is reminding me that I'm still no good in a fight, won't be any good when the time comes. Adam can only keep things under control for so long, everyone else will go off and even if I am there to heal I can't do that forever. And then they will be dead and I will be unable to do anything except wait to die.

I mean - you've seen him, haven't you? Lucifer? What do you think I could do against him? He's not Crowley, if you'll pardon the reference. I can't defend myself just by getting all shiny. He'll just cut me down.

And with clouds on the horizon, I really don't know how to handle that. It feels like all I have left is to run but I don't want to do that either; the consequences are rather worse than staying here and having to face what comes.

But really, I don't want to stay either, not to fight a losing battle." He shivered. "If I think about it, when I do - I know I'm terrified. And I can't do anything about it."

He gave John another weak smile.

"I'm sorry. Even if I remind you of you, I'm sure you don't find yourself nearly this boring or petulant."