Authors Note: This is my first attempt at a fan-fic so please feel free to give lots of feedback! Thanks for reading, please enjoy!

Friday

(Chapter One)

I rolled over in bed and stretched out, feeling my toes hit the end of the bed all too soon. These crappy motels seemed to only have twin sized beds and my six-four frame just didn't fit well.

Sleep hadn't been coming easily lately thanks to the constant nightmares I was suddenly having. It didn't help that my body hadn't slept at all while my soul was in the cage. I was finally paying the toll from all the abuse; and though we hadn't been traveling as much this month, the moving around was getting to me more than ever before. I felt like I needed to be grounded for just a little while so I could get my bearings and some much needed rest!

I got up and shuffled across the room, being careful not to make too much noise. Dean had the covers pulled up over his head so I found the light switch and flicked it on, setting the dimmer down low. With the light on I found the bathroom and ducked in, thinking I should shower before we hit the road. And that's when it hit me. Something felt really off. Not just the usual kind of off, like the crazy "we hunt demons" or "there's someone lurking", kind of feelings: something like I was off.

I rolled my shoulders and checked all over for bruises and what-not and then, not feeling any threatening injuries, I rubbed my temples in defeat…

"Dean!"

I heard him jerk awake and he started stammering, "What do you want? Jesus, Sam, it's five in the morning why are you up!"

"Dean we have… a problem." I called, from my perch up close to the bathroom mirror.

I peered at myself and patted my cheeks abruptly but the face staring back wouldn't go away.

I heard Dean shuffle in to the bathroom behind me and then he let out a groan and a "Son of a…"

"Yeah tell me about it," I muttered, "I'm… you."