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Chapter 1

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The moon was full and bright. She stood alone at the foot of the shoreline to the small lake. She was still. Her hair was down and long and red. There was a gentle breeze that played through the strands of her hair making the tips dance lightly in the night air. Everything around her had the glow of the moon. The branches, the grass, the leaves, the water, the clouds, her skin, her eyes.. She felt frozen in place as she looked out over the lake to where she last saw him: the water undisturbed and still.

She was quiet as her eyes searched desperately for any signs. But there was nothing and her heart felt true anguish. She closed her eyes and waited.

She did not hear her name being shouted out into the darkness. She did not hear the crunch of the leaves beneath heavy feet in the distance. She was aware of nothing but the breeze that caressed her skin and the sound of the water lapping gently against the rocky shore.

He was breathing heavily. "Charlie?" Sam slowed down dramatically as he neared her.

She smiled a small sad smile but remained silent. Dean came up behind his brother with his gun in hand, and out of breath himself. He gave a careful once over of their surroundings before he settled his eyes onto Charlie as he came up behind her. Dean glanced to Sam for some reassurance he suddenly felt he needed but stopped short when he saw the expression on his brother's face.

"Dean.. " Sam said as he took a cautious step towards Charlie.

Dean followed his brother's gaze as he came around them and face to face with her. She was wearing an all white almost sheer sleeveless type of nightgown and it glowed eerily in the blue light of the moon. That's when he noticed something on the fabric of her gown over her stomach. It was dark and odd shaped and it seemed to glisten slightly. Dean took a step closer to get a better look. It was then that he finally noticed something else: something dripping from her fingertips.

".. god.. Dean responded underbreath suddenly feeling sick to his stomach. "What the hell happened here..?"

Sam dropped his weapons bag and immediately reached out and grasped her hands turning them palm side up exposing several deep cuts on her wrists. He gently let go of her hands and pulled flat the pleats of her gown where the oddly shaped stain was. It was wet and reddish in the darkened night. Blood. His heart was ready to leap into his throat. He found several tears in the fabric. Like maybe a knife made them. But he knew better. There was no maybe.

"Dean.. she's-she's hurt pretty bad." Dean detected a subtle shake in Sam's voice. "It looks bad." Sam took a step back, bent down on one knee, and zipped open his bag and began rummaging through it with a palatable sense of urgency.

Dean tucked his gun into the waistband of his jeans and moved closer to Charlie. He looked into her eyes and found them to have a glimpse of recognition for him for only a moment and then it was. just. gone.

"Charlie?" Dean found himself whispering. But her eyes seemed locked on something in the distance behind him. He followed her gaze back out onto the water. It had an odd iridescent glow from the light of the night moon. Otherwise it was quiet and calm and there was nothing else to see. He looked back to her trying to shove down the panic that he was finding himself experiencing. Everything that he was seeing was wrong. Just all so wrong. He cupped her cheeks in his shaky hands. She was so cold to the touch. It alarmed him even more. He immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around Charlie's shoulders in an effort to get her warm.

"Charlie? Hey, look at me." Dean demanded. His bottom lip shook slightly. The fear and uncertainty that enveloped him was taking hold. "Charlie.. " He searched her eyes again, looking for anything.. anything that would explain what had happened. But there was nothing. She remained motionless and quiet with not a word and barely a breath passing her lips.

"Dean we gotta get her to a hospital." Sam said as pulled some rags from the bag and quickly tied them around each of her wrists as tourniquets.

"I know." Dean said. "I know."

The temperature had noticeable gotten cooler during the few minutes they had been there.

Sam too, removed his jacket as Dean carefully lifted her up in his arms. Sam wrapped his jacket around her legs tucking the edges between her and Dean's arms. He then hoisted the bag over his shoulder before locking eyes with Dean. Neither of them knew what to say. Something bad had happened and they were clueless as to what. And now someone they cared about deeply could die.

They made their way back the Impala which was about a ten minute walk. Dean trailed behind Sam who carefully navigated their footing in the dark with only his flashlight leading the way. It was slow going and arduous but with Charlie in such a precarious condition they had no choice. Last thing Dean wanted was to trip and fall or jostle her too much.

"Jody." Dean said out of the blue.

Sam responded knowing what Dean was getting at. They were within Sioux Falls and they needed help with this one.

"I'll have her meet us at the hospital." Sam quickly got on his cell and ended up leaving a message.

"Couldn't get ahold of her?" Dean asked as Sam got off the phone.

"No, but it's Jody. She'll be there. How's Charlie doing?" Sam looked over to Charlie worriedly.

"Still alive." Dean looked down to Charlie. "I don't know how, but.. " Dean paused. She was looking worse. "We better hurry though." Dean said. He felt like he was losing her and it scared the shit out of him.