Grey woke with a start. Her breathing was heavy and heart was pounding into her chest. After realising it had been a horrid nightmare, she closed her eyes and made a shaky sigh of relief. A knock came to the door and her best friend stood in the doorway. She regarded Grey with a look that said 'Another?' Grey nodded and fell back onto her pillow. She reached for a towel next to her bed and wiped away the sweat that collected around her forehead and mouth.

"I'm going to go for a walk." Grey said after a few seconds. Her English accent was still prominent, even after living in the US for some time.

"Want me to come with you?" Asked her friend, who had the thickest Manhattan accent Grey had ever heard. She shook her head.

"I need some time by myself. Thanks Al." Alexis exhaled slightly and walked back to her own room. Grey sunk her head and rubbed her eyes with her hands. Her vision went a little blurry afterwards, but it soon went away as she lifted herself up and walked over to her wardrobe.

The mirror caught her eye. She hadn't realised how ill she looked until that moment; her eyes showed her awful sleeping and her skin was riddled with blotches and pimples. Cracked lips and a running nose completed the look. Grey looked away, trying to get rid of the image from her mind. After stripping down to just her underwear, she looked in the mirror again and smiled. Her face may be worse for wares but her body had possibly benefitted from her need to do distract herself. Over the past two years, she'd been going to the gym essentially everyday and this caused her muscles to build up. She wasn't thick with muscle, but her stomach still had a relatively defined six pack and her arms did ripple when she moved them. It was always unusual to see herself like this, as she was once the nerdy, skinny girl in school who was a little overly obsessed with the biological factors that lead to different personalities.

"Let's see them try and beat me up now." She smiled to herself. Covering her body with a bath robe, she made her way over to her bathroom and turned the shower on high. The beat of water on her skin relaxed her tensed up muscles and warmed her through to her bones. The soap made her feel smooth when she dried herself and the shampoo ridded her ash blond hair of any sweat secreted over the night. Her cerulean eyes came into contact with some of the lather; this took away her relaxed state and made her cringe at the stinging sensation that had scorched her eyes.

The shower done, her first move was to put on the new clothes she'd bought herself. Tight jeans, a tight top complete with a red checkered shirt and high ankle bright red converse that were a little scruffy. She dired as much of her hair as possible within ten minutes, but after giving up, tied it back into a low hanging plait. Some loose ends covered her face, but she just put them behind her ears.

Her striped ruck sack contained two books, her phone, keys, purse, a nearly-old-of-ink biro and a writing pad in which her scrawling handwriting would make notes about her dreams.

There was a park not too far away from her apartment and so left to sit on her favourite bench. It was almost always empty apart from the regular dog walkers and so she felt at peace writing down this particular event in her mind. Even though her handwriting was a scribbling mess and highly illegible at the best of times, she took no chances and wrote down all her dreams in as much Latin as her GCSE would allow her to. Some words were much more difficult to translate and she'd have to use an app on her phone in order to get the correct one.

But this time was different. In her usual spot, she saw a large man with nearly shoulder length dark brown hair. Her head was tilted as she had never seen him before, yet felt she knew him. Without even really thinking about it, Grey walked towards the familiar stranger and gave him a questioning look.

"Hey." She said. Normally, she was awful at talking to anyone she didn't know. Her first instinct was always to run away. It was the introverted nerd within her. Yet, she felt she knew this strange man and so was entirely comfortable talking to him. "I thought I'd met everyone in the area."

"Oh, I don't live here." He sounded very distracted. There was a little shake in his eyes and hand which made Grey want to question him more.

"I'm Grey. This is my normal spot, mind if I sit?"

"Uh, yeah, sorry for being in the way."

"Don't be, sit down with me. You look troubled."

"You could say that."

"Have we met?"

"I don't, uh, think so."

"Huh..." Grey trailed off. "You wanna talk? I've got a doctorate in psychology and more specifically, body language. There is definitely something up."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Yeah, sorry. I feel like I've met you before." She smiled and the corners of her eyes wrinkled up. That's what Dean does Sammy thought to himself. "I was out of line. I won't bother you again." After bringing out her favourite book, Great Expectations, and reading for a couple minutes, she felt the bench shift slightly as the stranger turned to face her.

"I think I do need to talk to someone." He said. Grey's mouth perked up slightly. Sam sighed. He does that too.

"Well then. Talk to me, and trust me, I've heard everything."

"My brother and an angel friend of ours killed a Leviathan and then the King of Hell took a prophet I was meant to be protecting after I realised that my brother and the angel had disappeared." He said quickly.

"Right. That one's new." Grey said. And then it sunk into her. "Oh, shit." She whispered to herself.

"What... What is it?"

"I knew I recognised you!" Grey cheered. "You're Samuel Winchester."

"How do you..."

"And your brother Dean and Castiel killed Richard Roman. Crowley took Kevin and... Do you know where your brother and Castiel are?"

"No, do you?" He looked at her expectantly.

"I... I don't know." She lied. He does not need to know just yet.

"Oh, well, great. How do you know that anyways?"

"I... uh... dreamt it?" Grey expected a back lash but instead Sam gave her a seriously? face and burst out laughing.

"I know that feeling." It was clear to Grey that this had been the first time he'd laughed in months. As it was getting closer to Christmas she couldn't imagine what it must be like. His parents are dead, his uncle is dead, his guardian angel and brother are essentially dead and everything's after him.

"I'm surprised you haven't gone insane." Grey croaked.

"I did for a while, but that was when..."

"Lucifer was in you brain." Grey finished.

"Yeah..." A flicker of a smile crossed his face. "When did these dreams start?"

"A couple years ago. I've written them all down." She rummaged through her bag and lifted out her thick notebook. "Like, every single one I've ever had. Some of them aren't related to hunting or anything, but I tagged the ones that had the same theme in them." She said and then glanced down at the tag filled book. "Which is apparently most of them." Her mouth flickered into a smile for a split second again. "Here. Take it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Some of those things I'd rather forget."

"Sorry."

"It's worse for you." She said softly. But Sam knew that it was just as bad for her. She wasn't used to the constant fight and then suddenly, she'd have dreams with a crap tonne of horrible things happening to people she soon began to know.

"What were the other dreams about?"

"Oh, they were real stupid. I dreamt I was with you guys, living a normal life. But they were really, really good ones."

"How so?"

"Well, no one died," She counted one on her finger, "there were no monsters or angels or demons or anything," Two, "and I was talked to. In the dreams about you two, I wasn't seen once. I guess it was more like a birds eye view. But in the other ones... well, I guess that it was much more comfortable. I assumed my brain was making up for the fact I was getting a load of crap." She looked over at Sam, who was struggling to read her book. "Here, I'll read it Sammy." Sam sighed loudly and rubbed his eyes. She was like a female version of him.

"Please, don't call me Sammy." And Grey kind of knew what was wrong.

"Do I remind you of him?"

"A bit. You don't look like him, but..."

"But I've got the same unconscious reactions to things. Like saying Sammy or my mouth twitching."

"Exactly."

"Sorry." She put an arm around his shoulders. Her eyes grew wide and she looked behind him. "Dude, you're huge." Sam really laughed this time. Grey thought it sounded like a hearty moose. Birds flew away at the sudden outlet of happiness and Grey's giggling sounded like that of a ten year old.

"Wanna go get some coffee?" Asked Grey when the laughing stopped. "I know a good place down the street."

"Why not." Sam said, more to himself than Grey. "Sure." He smiled. Grey stood first and packed away the things she'd taken out of her bag.