"No!" Jade wailed, "I can't believe they really did it!" Sarah agreed wholeheartedly, they'd both read the spoilers on Wikipedia but were still upset by the dramatic end to season three. The two girls were rugged up on the couch surrounded by snacks and Coke. They both loved Supernatural and had wanted to watch the season final together. Sarah was slightly shell-shocked, the final image of a tortured Dean in chains still playing in her mind. She wasn't even sure she wanted to watch the next season. She knew the writers would find a way to get Dean out of hell but the poor guy was going to be ruined. "It's not fair," Jade continued, "after all he's done I can't believe Kripke would do it to him."

"Yeah," Sarah echoed, still thinking.

"Well, I better get going anyway. I don't know how I'm going to wait another 4 months for the next lot."

Sarah smirked, "Maybe it will give you time to focus on your uni assignments instead of Dean's ass."

"Please, no contest. His ass would win over linguistics papers any day."

Sarah was still thinking about poor Dean's fate when she went to bed that night, so she wasn't overly concerned when she had a nightmare about it. She'd had weird dreams featuring movie stars and fictional characters before and even though it had felt alarmingly real at the time, in the bright morning light she shrugged it off.

But it kept happening. Every few nights she'd have the same damn dream. It was hot and red and there was Dean, strung up and bleeding, and she had to watch as he was cut and burned over and over again. She'd scream his name and try to reach him, but it was like she was stuck in place and all she could do was watch. A few times she thought that he'd heard her when he'd look her way, but he seemed to stare right through her.

It had been two months now and Sarah was fairly positive she was going crazy. She hadn't told anyone, but her friends and family were starting to notice she was losing weight (a side effect she wasn't at all unhappy with) and looking tired. She'd seen a doctor about it explaining about the bad dreams, if not the exact content of them, and had been prescribed some sleeping tablets. But all they'd done was make it harder to wake up from the nightmares.

It was later that night that Sarah found herself searching the internet, looking for people with similar problems, when she felt herself nodding off. She shook herself and took another swig of Coke. She was due for another one any day now and was not looking forward to it. She felt her eyes drift closed and was blasted with a wave of heat. Bloody hell she opened her eyes and that same creepy guy was hovering over Dean holding a hooked knife. The knife was dripping blood and it was obvious that he'd been using it to carve into Dean's face.

"One little word Dean. Just one little word and all of the pain goes away." God she hated his voice, that strange almost lisping voice that whispered softly as he cut on Dean. "Come now," he said as he twisted the knife in Dean's side, "I know you want to say it." The sound was horrible, wet and smacking as he separated muscle from bone. Sarah clamped her hands over her ears and almost missed Dean's whispered, "Yes."

Sarah could see him break as he said it, as he realised that he'd failed and it made her…angry. As she looked at them she felt an uncontrollable rage boiling up inside of her. Even if she was crazy and had obviously spent way too much time watching Supernatural, it felt real and it was not fair! He was a hero who had given everything he had and they just kept breaking him until there was nothing left. The injustice of it erupted out of her mouth, not as words, but as a single, inarticulate scream.

She heard a sound like breaking glass and suddenly she was standing next to Dean, with Alistair sprawled eight feet away. Alistair snarled as he reared to his feet, but she didn't even look at him as she raised her hand to Dean's uninjured cheek. "I'm here," she whispered as everything winked out.