I groaned quietly as I came to forcing my eyes open to meet the crumbling concrete ceiling above me. I shook my head slowly trying to force my pain addled brain to come back to reality trying to force some thoughts from the seemingly rattled mess, the only one ringing out the clearest being the simple and haunting 'This is it, this is how I die.' I took a deep breath moving my hands to my sides slowly pushing my body into a sitting position crying out as my body protested the many wounds I had received twisting and pulling as my body moved. 'Come on Valentine you can do this, you need to get back to your boys.' I thought to myself as I mentally kicked myself for making the very wrong choice of taking this job on alone.

I took a final deep breath before forcing my body off the floor crying out as I clutched onto the nearest wall. "I can do this." I muttered aloud feeling a little relieved I had peeled myself off the floor despite the lightheadedness that was threatening to take me back down to the floor. "Now I just have to the car." I mumbled shaking my head at the idea of the struggle in front of me. "I wish Dean were here." I whispered before taking a step forward thinking of how this adventure had gotten started in the first place.

(Flashback)

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I questioned Dean glancing at his still figure sitting beside me in the drivers' seat of the gorgeous black Impala that once belonged to his father. "Nope." He answered simply without giving the question much thought. I nodded pursing my lips and crossing my arms of my chest. "But we're doing it anyway." I said as more a statement than a question. He hummed nodding his head. "Come on." He said shoving the heavy door open sliding out of the car with ease. Rolling my eyes with a sigh I followed his lead forcing my body off of the comfortable leather seat and out of the car.

"Let's just hope he doesn't try to punch you in the face." I mumbled mostly to myself as I closed the door falling into step beside him as he made his way toward the staircase that lead to Sam's apartment. "What was that?" Dean asked casting me a confused glance over his shoulder. I smiled and shook my head. "I didn't say anything." He furrowed his brows before shrugging and mounting the stairs. I sighed in relief a small smile finding my lips. "Do we know which one is his?" I asked looking around the hallway he had stopped at. He nodded silently moving toward a window quickly slipping his knife from his back pocket.

"Oh my god." I groaned reaching up to pinch the bridge of my nose as he shoved the blade into the crack of the window working to force it open. "Can't we just knock on the door like normal people for a change, he is your brother." I tried as I shifted on my feet looking around the empty hallway making sure no one was going to walk around the corner and catch the idiot I was with trying to break into someone's apartment. "That wouldn't any fun." Dean shot back as if it answered for his actions. "Got it." He cried quietly as he slide the window up. I shook my head and waved a hand out. "Winchester's first." He grinned winking at me before he turned away from me swinging his leg over the seal of the window quickly slipping into the apartment. His boots making slight thudding sounds on the hardwood floors as he moved further into the dorm. "Well at least he didn't run into anything." I muttered as I threw my leg over a loud thud echoing as I slid in.

"Spoke to soon." I growled sliding closing the window behind me before tip toeing toward the nearest archway aware of the fighting that was going on just beyond. "That was quick." I called out as I moved into sight with a grin crossing my arms over my chest as I leaned against the doorframe. "Dean, Gia?" Sam asked sounding breathless as he looked between Dean and I in the darkness. I smiled giving him a small wave as Dean chuckled looking down at his little brother. "You scared the crap out of me." Sam breathed looking up at Dean with a glare on his face that I could barely see through the darkness. "That's 'cause you're out of practice." Dean teased with a smirk before Sam flipped them over pinning Dean beneath him. "Or not." Dean said with a chuckle. "Get off me." Sam obliged allowing Dean to pick himself off the floor.

"Dean, what the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked watching his brother carefully. "I was looking for a beer." Dean replied jokingly as he fixed Sam's shirt before moving to stand next to me. "Sam." I voice called out as the light to the room flicked on showing the blonde that was standing in the hallway I could only assume lead to the bedroom. "Jess, hey." Sam greeted before sighing. "Dean, Gia this is my girlfriend Jess." He introduced casting us both a look before his gaze settled back onto his brother.

"Wait your brother Dean and your best friend?" Jess asked as she sent us both a friendly smile. I shot one back before shooting a glare in Dean's direction when he turned his full attention to Jess a smirk already finding his lips as he looked her up and down. "I love the smurfs, you know I gotta tell you you are completely out of my brother's league." Dean flirted all the while stepping closer to her. "Let me put something on." She said sounding slightly uncomfortable. "No, no I wouldn't dream of it seriously." Dean breathed before turning a walking back to Sam. "Anyway, we've got to borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business but nice meeting you." Dean said with a smile grabbing my arm pulling me toward him.

"No." Sam said shaking his head backing up toward Jess wrapping one of his arms around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her." Dean pursed his lips turning his body to look at the both of them as I shoved my hands into my pockets throwing a glance at Sam. "Okay, um Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said giving Sam a look trying to show how serious the situation truly was. "So he's working overtime on a miller time shift, he'll stumble back in sooner or later." Sam said carefully hiding the truth from his girlfriend.

Dean looked down at his feet before glancing at me looking for something to say. I raised a brow and tilted my head toward the couple he nodded before looking back to them. "Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days." He spoke again finally getting the point across to Sam. "Jess excuse us."