Hey, so here's the sequel to These Walls Are Caving In, I honestly thought I might have lost interest in writing by now but apparantly not. Apparantly I have waaaaaay too much time on my hands at uni and waaaaay too many un-uni related thoughts floating around. Anyways, with These Walls Are Caving In Taking place (if I've got my timelines right, which I highly doubt) mid-late Season 2 at the beginning and then early Season 3 the sequel picks up a month later. It'll follow a few off the episodes so I can get to where I want to go with it. Hope you guys like it =]

-I don't own Supernatural-

Chapter 1

I had been travelling with the Winchesters for little over a month and had yet to meet Bobby, whenever we decided to head to his place after a hunt some other hunt would turn up. Usually from Bobby or someone else called Ellen.

Sam had desperately been trying to find a way to save Dean. I tried to help but I was no use, I just didn't know the scene as much as Sam or Dean. Saving Dean was a touchy subject; it nearly always ended in a disagreement, today was one those days that I was glad that I would get a separate room in whatever crummy motel we were staying in.

I was sat sipping on a piping hot mug of coffee and reading a book in my room. Sam and Dean we're off god knows where. I'll be honest, I was glad to have the time to myself, I'd been with them almost constantly over the past month, sometimes I just needed a break from them. Between Dean giving up on saving himself and Sam wanted to do everything he can to save Dean, something I was more than willing to help with, things were becoming tough. There was a knock on my door, rather reluctantly I set my book down and went to answer it, already knowing that it was Sam and Dean. I was more than surprised when I saw them; Sam looked a little worse for wear and Dean although he was trying not to show it looked worried. "Pack up, we've got to go," Dean said, and then left Sam at the door to go to their room. It didn't take a genius to work out that they were in a hurry.

"What's going on?" I was somewhat confused.

"Bobby's in the hospital," he closed the door sat down heavily on the bed.

"Is he okay?" I asked whilst shoving clothes haphazardly into my bag.

"We don't know, the Doctor said he's in a coma," I momentarily abandoned my packing and sat down next to Sam. I could smell alcohol on his breath but didn't ask I just assumed that he'd been for a drink with Dean; I didn't mind it just seemed a bit too early in the day for that.

I stood up again, realising how important time was to us, before continuing my packing I took Sam's hand, making him stand up, "from what you've told me Bobby seems like one tough old fellow, I'm sure he'll be fine."

"I hope so," Sam said sadly. I kissed him on the cheek and he left to go and pack his own stuff.

I no time at all I'd packed everything and with one last glance around the room I was outside leaning against the side of the Impala. I'd learnt to take Dean and his rules about the car with a pinch of salt.

Within a matter of minutes we were all packed up and on the road once again. An odd silence filled the car once we were on the road again, it was one of worry and fear, clearly Sam and Dean cared deeply for Bobby. I couldn't say anything to help so I sat silently in the back trying to filter through anything in my mind that might help but unfortunately, this was just another one of those occasions where my hunting knowledge paled in significance to the Winchesters'. Not even Dean's annoying music was blaring through the speakers. There was nothing but silence.

We reached the hospital quicker than I anticipated but then again it was Dean driving. The Impala was abandoned in the parking lot and we hastily headed into the hospital. I almost had to run to keep up with the Winchesters'. A nurse directed us to Bobby's room where a Doctor would come to meet us. Not knowing the guy I felt like an intruder so I let Sam and Dean go in alone. Instead, I went in search of some of that super tasty brown gunk from a coffee machine. I returned to the room, where I waited outside, leaning against a wall sipping the foul liquid they were trying to pass off as coffee.

"How is he?" I asked as soon as Sam and Dean left the room. By then I'd given up on leaning against the wall and was no sat on the floor, my achy feet couldn't take it. Sam held his hand out and pulled me to my feet.

"Not good," Dean replied grimly.

"We're going to check out the hotel he was staying in," Sam said, taking my hand.

I frowned, "you think its something Supernatural?"

"Bobby doesn't get sick," Dean said, already half way down the hall. I didn't second doubt them, when they had a hunch they were usually correct. I'd learnt not to argue with them.

We arrived at the motel and accessed Bobby's room, at first they were hesitant to let us in his room but we explained that we were family, which they accepted. On the way up in the lift I couldn't help but wonder if Bobby was messy like the Winchesters' or rather Dean.

Bobby's room was immaculate not a single piece of evidence indicating he was on a hunt. Dean made a comment about empty beer cans and pizza boxes; I couldn't help it I had to roll my eyes. "Not everyone is as messy as you," I commented from a safe enough distance from Dean, it didn't stop his death glare though.

Sam pulled open the cupboard door and behind neatly folded clothes was the gold we'd been looking for. Plastered all over the wall were various newspaper clippings, torn pages from books and various other scribbling. Dean took off one sheet of paper that looked to have been recently pinned up. It was a plant. Well I was confused.

I was even more confused when Sam found a newspaper clipping of a doctor died in his sleep. Immediately this started ringing bells, Bobby was asleep, maybe death was the end result.

Dean left Sam and I at the motel to work our way through all of Bobby's research, whilst he went to the Doctors office to see what he could dig up. I pulled up a chair next to Sam and picked up the nearest sheet of paper and began reading through. Hats off to Bobby, his research was amazing. It was as if he had considered every option, that doesn't mean that it made any sense to me.

"Alice," I looked up from the paper I was reading, "have you ever heard of African Dream Root?" I bit my lip, trying to filter through the jumbled nonsense of information in my mind.

"Can't say that I have, what does it do?" I got up from the bed and went back to sitting next to Sam.

"Its supposed to let someone enter other peoples dream and manipulate them," Sam explained.

"That's," I hesitated for a moment trying to get my head around the idea. How was that even possible? Of course it was possible. I should have long since given up thinking things were impossible when it came to the Supernatural. By now I should know better. "That's dangerous," I didn't have a better description for it, I certainly wouldn't want someone wondering around in my mind like it was a day in the park. Sam couldn't agree more.

We took a short break from the research but, after Sam's break through with the African Dream Root we wanted to continue. Dean walked in not long after we picked up the research again. I let Sam explain to Dean about the African Dream Root, all we had to do now was lay our hands on some. "Yeah, crap. Bella," Dean said with distaste. Who was Bella?

"Crap," Sam apparently shared Dean's dislike. Whilst Dean called Bella I asked Sam about her. After hearing Sam's tale I could tell that she was clearly a piece of work but if we needed her then we needed her.

Leaving the boys to wait for Bella, who didn't think she'd get here till late tonight, I went to get a few hours sleep taking with me a few more sheets of paper to read through. "Goodnight guys," I called as I left them, not before kissing Sam good night. We'd agreed that only Sam and Dean would take the Dream Root, I would stay awake so that if need be I could wake them. Getting a few hours kip now seemed like a good idea.

The sound of my phone ringing and vibrating on the beds side table woke me up sometime later. Grumbling to myself, I answered, "Hey Alice, Bella is here." Curious to meet this Bella who the Winchesters' hated so much I put on some clothes and headed next door to their room.

I knocked and waited for someone to let me in. Dean opened the door, "Alice meet Bella." I tried to catch Sam's attention but he was avoiding eye contact with me, what on earth had gotten into Sam; I looked to Dean who shrugged. Maybe it was something I said but nothing sprung to mind. Never mind, I wasn't going to let it bother me.

"Hi, nice to meet you," I said, despite hearing from Sam about Bella I could still be civilised. After handing over the Dream Root Bella eventually left to get a room. Immediately Sam seemed to relax and go back to being his old self after an awkward goodbye to Bella.

"I bet this dream won't be as eventful as your last one," Dean teased Sam, I'd obviously missed something, possibly why Sam was acting so oddly. I might ask him about it later, provided I haven't forgotten.

Both Winchesters' perched on the end of their bed; I watched them both eye the cup of liquid suspiciously. "Cheers guys," I said, holding my mug of coffee up. This was beyond entertaining.

Sam dropped a few of Bobby's hairs into his and Dean's glasses, "You've got to drink some of their body," Sam said. At least he saw the funny side, unlike Dean. I was in stitches but I had to try my hardest not to laugh, at least not while they were still awake.

With Sam and Dean asleep I picked up my book, there was no telling how long they'd be asleep. I just had to hope that they weren't going to snore; otherwise I would be in for a long night.

Several chapters later and I caught Sam flinching out of the corner of my eye. A part of me curious about going inside someone's dream but after the nightmares following my parents death and the odd gruesome case I wasn't exactly overly keen to go inside a hunters head or let anyone in mine for that matter.

The longer they were inside Bobby's head the more bored I became and tired, boy was I tired. I started to envy their sleep, couldn't they just hurry up and wake up. Turning yet another page, I engrossed myself in my book again. Barely five minutes had passed when, simultaneously, Sam and Dean both sat up, wide awake causing me to jump. I certainly hadn't been expecting that.

"Wakey wakey sleepy heads," I said. Dean and Sam both glanced at other before dashing for the door.

"Alice! Come on," Sam shouted, not knowing what on earth was going on I leapt to my feet and followed them out the door and down to the parking lot. Apparently we were going out.

As it turns out we were on our way to the hospital, for Sam and Dean to wake up like that it had to be Bobby waking up. We all hoped so.

The hospital was virtually empty in the early hours of the morning and we had no trouble parking. Not wasting anytime, which was understandable considering the boys worry over Bobby; we raced to Bobby's room on the fifth floor of the hospital. I followed them into the room where Bobby was now awake. Even though I didn't know the guy I shared in the relied that Sam and Dean were feeling. After confirming that Bobby was okay Sam introduced me, "Bobby this is Alice." I smiled and said hello, finally able to put a name to a face.

"His girlfriend," Dean piped up, trying to embarrass Sam. I blushed and grinned at Sam who was shooting daggers at Dean.

Bobby raised his eyebrows, "so this is Alice, nice to meet you."

"Likewise," I replied.

After briefly discussing the case Sam and I left Dean at the hospital Bobby and we went in search of Jeremy Frost or rather Stoner Boy as Sam had put it. As we walked out into the parking lot of the hospital I was struck by a thought, "how are we getting there?"

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out Dean's keys, "and he's letting you drive it?" Wow, I was beyond surprised; maybe I wouldn't give up hope just yet that one day Dean would let me drive it. Yeah, and pigs fly.

"Sam?" I asked giving it a shot.

"No, Dean will kill me," Sam knew what I was going to ask before I even asked it.

"Please," I batted my eyelashes and put on the puppy dog eyes, something I knew I was awful at pulling off.

"Aah, we'll see," Sam said, I could tell he was just humouring me. Giving up, I got into the passenger seat. I very rarely sat in it, normal my seat was the back seat.

Once we arrived at Jeremy's apartment we knocked on the door but there was no answer so we knocked again. Still no answer. "Go on then, do your little magic trick," I said to Sam but Sam was already one step ahead of me, he'd pulled out, from his pocket, the lock pick needed to pick the lock. I stepped back and kept watch over the hall. Once inside we hastily shut the door behind us.

Jeremy's apartment was beyond messy; it was exactly as Dean said it would be. "He's not here," Sam said stepping out of one of the bedroom.

"So where is he?" I asked, even though Sam probably didn't know.

Sam shrugged, "he could be in China by now." With neither of us having any idea where Jeremy had disappeared to we knew that sooner or later one way or another this Frost guy would turn up, hopefully sooner rather than later.

Back on the street I grinned at Sam, "come on, Dean isn't going to know if I drive."

He looked unsure as he fingered the keys in his hand, "Dean won't like it." I could see that he was beginning to cave. I used this to my advantage so I wrapped my arms around Sam and met Sam's eyes.

"Please," I kissed him on the lips whilst reaching for the keys in his hand. Never in a million years would have even considered doing this before I met Sam. Six months ago I thought that all there was to life was hunting, hunting and more hunting. Smiling I gently took the keys from Sam's hands and turned away, heading for the Impala grinning like a Cheshire cat leaving Sam stood on the sidewalk. "Come on Sam!" I called through the now open window.

That snapped him to attention, "I can't believe you just did that," Sam said as he sat in the passenger seat. I started the car, finally glad to be back behind the wheel and in Dean's sacred car off all things.

We retuned to the motel, Bobby had checked himself out regardless of the Doctor's recommendations to keep him in over night for observation. The three of us listened to Bobby's tale, hoping for any further clues, "Before I knew it was him he offered me a beer. Dumbest thing I've ever done," Bobby explained.

We all turned to Dean who shrugged, "oh, I don't know, it wasn't that dumb."

"Dean! You didn't," Sam exclaimed. Dean certainly didn't deny it which through another spanner in the works to complicate things.

"You've got to hand it to him," I said, "He's clever."

"More like Dean was stupid," Bobby said.

"Your one to talk," Dean answered back but was silent with a look from Bobby.

With Jeremy having Dean's DNA we were in for a rough few hours, maybe even days with Dean. He couldn't fall asleep; there was no telling what would happen to him if he did. "I need some breakfast," Dean announced, who could blame him. Bobby left with Dean to the bar leaving Sam and I behind.

"This complicates things," I said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I was desperately tired having stayed awake nearly all night watching the Winchesters' sleep but for me to fall asleep now would be unfair to Dean. I yawned and eyed the kettle in the room; a cup of coffee would be good right now.

"You think," Sam replied, leaning against the table.

"Yeah," I yawned sleepily.

Sam stood up and I watched him walk to the door and open it, where on earth was he going? "Come on, you can't fall asleep here, not if you don't want waking up by Dean," that was a damn good point so instead we went my room. Sometimes Sam would spend the night with me but on other occasions he'd share a room with Dean.

Heading into the bathroom I got ready for bed, although with the sun now peeking through a gap in the curtains it seemed to me to be a very pointless task. When I left the bathroom Sam was already laying on the bed. I laid down next to Sam and hoped to grab some sleep, if only for an hour or two. Leaning over Sam I flicked off the bed side light and rested my head on his shoulder. "Dean is going to pissed that I'm getting some sleep," Sam said as he stroked my hair.

"Hmmm," I replied, already dropping off to sleep, not looking forward to being woken up.