The Dream
Perhaps it was a dream, she thought. Perhaps if she pinched herself, she would wake up. But she didn't want to wake up. She wanted to stay in this dream world, where her mother was still alive, her father was not a hunter of the supernatural and she was just a young woman in college. They were all together in upstate New York.
But this was just a dream and Serenity Douglas would wake up in some motel room in some random town. Travelling to the next town, trying to stay one step ahead of the demon that wanted to corrupt her very soul and make her a slave. But it felt good to escape into dreams every now and then.