All men dream

They meet a man in Pontiac whose windows and mirrors keep exploding, who falls asleep not knowing whether he’s going to wake up screaming or blowing out the lights. Sam found him on an insomnia message board. His name is Jimmy and he’s the most normal person Dean has ever met, aside from the sleep exploding thing. He sits across from them in a diner booth in a rumpled coat and cries into his hands, talks about the wife and daughter staying with his in-laws, wondering if it will ever be safe for them to come home. He looks at Dean across the table and reaches his hands out, grabs Dean’s wrists, looks him in the face with wild, red-lined eyes.

“I can’t remember what I’m supposed to do,” he says.