The drive back to Sioux Falls was the quietest one the Singers ever had, barely a word was spoken between father and daughter. Bobby kept making glances between his daughter, the road and the rear view mirror to make sure the Impala was still cruising behind them. Once they pulled into Singer auto Sarah let out a long sigh and began to collect herself. When the car stopped she grabbed her things and headed straight to the house and into the bathroom upstairs.
Changing into her pyjamas afterwards was somewhat comforting, even though it couldn't numb the pain. Dean was gone, none of them wanted to believe it but he was. She wished he was there to make some wise crack about how sadness didn't suit her. Or even laugh at how ridiculous Sam's puppy dog eyes looked, and what happened to Bobby's gruff exterior.
Before heading in to her room she saw her father staring up at her from the bottom of the stairs. In his mind he was hoping she wouldn't fall into the same depression she fell into when her mother died. He knew that by looking in her eyes, she would. He took his gaze away as soon as she had closed her door, he turned to see Sam staring at the many books that lined his library.
"You think you have anything here that could bring him back?" Sam asked innocently, a small sound of hope in his words.
Bobby sighed, "I dunno kid, if there's a chance I guess we could take a look." Grabbing the first book he seen he sat down and begun reading.
Sarah on the other hand was laying in her bed trying to make sense of it all but she kept coming up with nothing. That's when she heard it, a low ringing sound coming from her radio. She walked over to it and hit it a couple of times. As she turned it off and on she noticed it wasn't plugged in, at this point she became confused, just than it had stopped. Shrugging her shoulders she laid back down closing her eyes drifting off into a deep sleep.
In her dream all she could see is white, hearing a low hum she had wondered what was going on. It was than she heard a voice calling out to her, she strained to see if she could hear it better. It was a clearly male voice, one she could have swore she had heard once before. The only problem is it sounded much more deeper then the one she heard before.
Finally she heard the words clear as day, "Dean Winchester shall rise again."
Sarah woke up in a cold sweat, looking at her clock she saw it was seven in the morning, as much as she dreaded going downstairs she got up and slowly headed for the door. Coffee was the one thing she wanted, she couldn't help but wonder what her dream had meant, and if it really was true. She took a deep breath and then a sip of her coffee and hoping news would come soon of the elder Winchester.