I'm struggling with writing Season 3 for some reason. But this is the first episode of Season 4. Supernatural in it's entirety belongs to CW and the rightful owners. Christina, Stan, and Alex are the only ones I take credit for. If somethings are similar to the episode it's because I struggle and want to make it seem like it flows better. There will be somethings that would be different. This will be in Christina's POV. Thanks and hope you enjoy- DSCWin

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Prologue

I stood there my body shaking as I watched the ghostly shapes of the Hell hounds tear into Dean's flesh, his blood spraying everywhere. I screamed and fought against the invisible restraints that Lilith kept on me and Sam. I couldn't believe my luck. I find my brothers and my real dad and I loose them all in one way or another. Dad died saving me and Dean's life, Sam being killed by one of Azazel's special demon children only to be brought back by Dean. Now I'm watching as my brother is being ripped to shreds in front of me.

"DEAN!" Sam's screams fell on dead ears, literally as Dean now lay on the floor blood staining his shirt. I closed my eyes knowing this was nothing more then a nightmare. A nightmare I had been dealing with for the past four months.

Chapter One

I woke up gasping as the image of Dean's mangled body still fresh on my mind. My sudden burst of waking up, woke up Stan who reached over and turned on the bedside lamp lighting the room quickly. I wasn't one who enjoys talking about my nightmares. But this one Stan knew what I had dreamt. "Dean?" He asked and I nodded holding my face trying to hold back the tears that began to form. "Chriss, Dean's dead. You need to stop blaming yourself."

"I know," I sobbed forcing the tears back. "But you can't blame me for having survivors guilt." He nodded agreeing with me. He sat up and pulled me into a warm hug holding me close. As he continued to hold me I finally my tears escaped. I hated crying especially as I was being held.

"Babe, you need to calm down." Stan began to rock me back and forth his hands gently rubbing my arm and back. "It's going to be okay." I lowered my head and leaned against his chest hearing the steady beat of his heart. I took in several deep breaths before nodding slowly.

"What would I do without you?" I asked trying to joke and lighten the mood.

"You'd go crazy." Stan said making me chuckle. I nodded and looked up at him kissing him deeply.

"I love you, Stan." His soft lips pressed against my forehead and pulled me back down into the bed pulling the blankets until it rested just level with my shoulder. Stan's arm was still hugging me keeping me close. His even breathing helped calm me down. But I once again couldn't sleep images of Dean's dead body still plagued my mind. I carefully slid out of Stan's grip before walking towards the bedroom door. I quickly grab some clothes before walking towards the bathroom to change and not disturb Stan. It wasn't uncommon of me to leave the house while trying to call my brother Sam. But ever since he had disappeared a month or so after Dean's death I haven't even gotten a call or a text from him.

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I wiped sweat from my forehead as I continued to work on a motorbike that was towed by Bobby a few days ago. I felt calmed working on vehicles, and this particular Motorcycle I was going to own but becoming pregnant before I could finish put a stop for that. I was listening to the radio on a country station that I enjoy as it helped me get myself working. The noon heat landed on my exposed neck causing me to start getting dizzy and I thought I might as well get myself inside before I passed out because of heat stroke.

I found Bobby sitting at his desk reading a book a half opened bottle of Johnny Walker Blue sat beside him. I shook my head slowly with disappoint. But I knew what he was going through. Dean, just like me and Sam, were like kids he never had. He glanced up at me as I walked up the stairs to one of the few rooms that he had up there. We didn't talk that much because we knew that we'd both want to talk about Dean, and none of us wanted to bring him up since we were still getting over the fact he had died in front of me and Sam. Bobby however helped Sam bury him. I was still in shock that I just stayed in the Impala trying really hard not to break down and run away. But I knew I was only hurting myself as I moved up the stairs and tried to focus on other things.

I lay on the bed placing a cold rag over my eyes as I felt the heat escape my body. I hated the hot September heat and I tried to calm down when I heard someone knocking on the downstairs door. My first thought it was Stan bringing Alex over to visit as he usually did when I left to come over at Bobby's to work on cars or what was around. But as I heard the door opening I knew it wasn't them because Alex's screams of joy never came. Instead I heard grunts, groans and things breaking. There was a fight going downstairs.

I leapt from my feet and carefully walked down the stairs to see something that made me nearly fall the rest of the way of the stairs. Dean was standing there keeping the silver knife Bobby kept on a small side table from going into his face. "Bobby it's me!" He was screaming. I slid and sat on the steps making myself as small as possible. It sounded like Dean but I knew it was impossible for him to be alive after all this time. "I'm not a shape-shifter!"

"Then you're a remnant." I looked up and saw that Dean had pushed Bobby aside to grab hold of the knife.

"If I was either, could I do this with a silver knife?" He looked hesitant before he slid the sharpened knife across his forearm. Red blood slid down his open cut but he dropped the knife on the table. He was my older brother. Not a creature pretending to be him. Bobby rushed up and wrapped him in a hug while I slowly moved myself to my feet.

"How is this possible, boy?" Bobby asked he was close to tears. Much like when we had said our last goodbyes when we buried him.

"I don't know. I just remember I was hell-hound chew toy next thing I was in a pine-" I walked carefully from behind and poured a bottle of holy water over Dean's head. He just stood and stared at Bobby before slowly turning around to look at me. "I'm not a demon either." He said. He must have seen me on the stairs for he just pulled me into a hug and I nearly lost all emotions there. I had my brother back. My family was almost whole. I just need Sam. I thought pushing Dean back before I cried into his shirt. "Christy, you didn't have anything to deal with this, did you?"

"No." I said not fully understanding what he was meaning. But the thought of him accusing me of selling my soul then I shook my head even more. "No, I haven't. Why would I bother selling my soul after what I seen you go for the last year?"

Dean nodded and turned to look at Bobby who shook his head. "Where's Sam?" That's when I felt the familiar grips of fear on my heart. It was logically, by the power of deduction must be Sam.

"We haven't seen him in a few months." Bobby said with a shrug. "He took your death pretty hard there buddy."

"I don't dout it." Dean mentioned softly grabbing a cellphone and began to dial Sam's number. It was turned off and now I was extremely worried about Sam's safety. We all were.