Dean, Sam and Castiel were discussing, making them easy targets… Dean fell forwards, his eyes closed, like a light just had gone out.

Sam followed moments after, leaving Castiel the only person standing, but the Dream can't infiltrate Angels and Demons, unless invited.

"I've come…for them….Sweet…Dreams…" a whisper filled the room.

In our Dimension:

You took the microphone up to your mouth. "Hello everybody, how are you doing?"

The crowd cheered.

I smirked at you, it was full house tonight. I took my microphone up to my mouth. "So who is ready for some Music?!" I smirked as the crowd cheered even more.

In their Dimension:

Dean and Sam's bodies seemed to stop working properly, they were still breathing, and their hearts were beating, but they were in a very, very deep slumber.

Castiel remembered what the strange Demon had told him about the Dream. He laid their bodies on two beds, and started to heal them. Hoping for the best.

In our Dimension:

"So… the first performance is 2.A! Give them a huge round of applause." You clapped your hands as you walked down the stage.

I followed you, though almost falling down the stage. I looked at your neck, my eyes deadly serious. I could feel it, I just knew it. I hurried backstage, looked at you and turned my microphone off. "Crap….Crap!"

You looked at me with worry. "What, what is it?"

I looked around, waiting for them to enter our dimension..."The Dream….the -Dream- got to them!"

She looked around too. "Shit… does this mean that-" she was interrupted by Sam and Dean appearing right in front of us.

Dean looked confused. "What the hell…"

"Yup" I dryly replied.

Sam arrived a moment later.

"Hey Dean…Sam…please don't panic…I'll explain, just don't do anything for five minutes, if you can manage" I was starting to feel the panic rise up.

You turned around to two very confused Winchesters.

Sam looked at you: "What's going on?"

"You got snatched by the Dream, if you can't recognize us I'm the Demon who put you into the cold sleep, and this is the Angel who had a headache. So…great you ended up here" I felt so frustrated.

Dean scuffed: "Yeah we remember you"

Sam nodded slightly. "I meant… What's going on here?" he looked around at the school he now was in.

You looked at them both. "Ohh…yeah, that…"

"Yes…this is our school…we are kinda hosting a concert right now…"

The singing from the scene stopped.

"Crap…you or me?" I looked at you.

Sam and Dean looked at us, either in the disbelief or shock.

"Me, I'll go out there…" you took a deep breath and turned on the mic. Forcing a smile as you greeted the audience.

"Stop looking at us like that you two goons. Time goes differently in different dimensions, so sorry for not being old farts like you." I smirked a bit to them, but I was also deeply frustrated. "This is a big problem though! If anyone asks…you're our Uncles or something, you got that?!"

Dean blinked at me: "Your what?"

Sam rolled his shoulder slightly. "How do we get back? To our…dimension, that is?" he didn't seem like he believed he was in another dimension.

The crowd laughed and cheered.

"Just roll with it Dean" I looked at Sam. "You're not gonna like it… but first of all, you have to accept that you're here for the time being, and here Demons are extremely rare, same with Angels, or any other Supernatural being. People have little faith here, and those of us here that are Supernatural, are weaker than in your dimension." I looked over my shoulder, waiting for you to return.

The audience cheered again, and you came back, turning your microphone off. "Bloody animals" you whispered to yourself. "So… what do we do now? I mean, we have to get them back to their dimension, fast…"

"I know" my heart was beating faster, and my breathing were also speeding up. I looked at the boys.

"Was Castiel with you when the Dream hit you?!"

"Yeah, yeah he was…but how does that help?" Sam looked at me.

You looked at Sam: "He can slow down the process for some time, but not forever…"

You looked at me. "Are you alright?" you whispered.

"I… I'm fine" I took a deep breath, but I didn't look too well. "Yeah, as she said… if Castiel remember what I told him, he is most likely slowing the process down… gives me a bit longer…" I bit my lip, I could feel my heart race against itself in my chest. "But neither of you are gonna like it, so while I prepare a plan in my head… you guys, you have to play along. Some people come and go here backstage."

You looked at me. "So, what's their cover story?"

"They are our Uncles or something, Dean is my Uncle, and Sam can be your Uncle, or Dean's friend or something…. As long as they don't talk about Supernatural things… here… ourgh..." I sat down with my head between my knees, breathing in and out.

You reacted immediately and kneeled in front of me. You looked like you were trying to sense anything, with your Angel sense. "You're not okay… what's wrong?"

My heart was beating so fast it felt like it was trying to break out of my chest, I clearly had a panic attack. "I…damn…" I looked slightly up at all three of them, my sight slightly blurry.

In their Dimension:

Castiel kept healing their bodies, the process of the Dream was visible slowing down, but it was still working on taking their strength.

In our Dimension:

Sam and Dean looked at me: "What's wrong with her?" there was a slight hint of worry in their voices.

You kept kneeling by my side. "She is having a panic attack; can one of you go get a bottle of water?"

Sam nodded. "Uhh sure... where can I find it?"

You handed him over your free card. "Here, over by the cantina. Show them this and they will give you one"

"Okay" Sam walked away, towards the cantina.

You looked at me, with worry in your eyes. "Just try to breathe, okay…"

I tried to take some deep breaths. "Y-y…yeah.." I shook my head slightly, damn timing. "Why now…why did the Dream... hit… ourgh…"

The singing stopped again, the crowd cheered.

You looked at the stage, then up at Dean. "Look I have to go out there; you make sure she's alright."

"Yeah…" Dean went to sit next to me.

You stood up and turned on the mic, and went out on stage, to introduce the next group.

I looked slightly up at Dean. "Eh… never seen a panicking… Demon...?" I took another long breath.

"No…not really…" Dean smirked a bit at me, and the fact even though I was panicking, I could still joke a little.

I nodded a bit, trying to control the panic by taking long deep breaths. "Really though… the way to… oh this freaking crisis." I looked up a bit, kept an eye out to see if Sam came back, couldn't have him get lost in another dimension.

You and Sam came back.

"Here's the water." Sam threw the water bottle to Dean, who caught it and opened it, offering me it. "How is she doing?" Sam eyed me.

You turned off the mic again, and knelt beside me.

I nodded at Dean and Sam, mumbling a thanks to the two. I took a sip of water, I still felt horrible. "I'm going to be fine… but you two…" I shook my head, the things I had to do. "The only plan I can think of…" I took a very long deep breath. "…is for someone to make a deal with me, to wish me to go there and pull you guys back. But how I'll return is another question."

Dean looked at me with raised eyebrows. "A what?"

You ignored Dean's reaction. "I can make the deal for you to get there, but yeah… how you come back will be tricky…"

Dean stood up. "What?! You can't really mean this…"

"You have a better idea… do tell! In the meantime your bodies are being sucked of your life in your own dimension!" I took another sip of water and slowly stood up, seeming slightly dizzy.

You kept your eyes on me, probably so if I should fall you would catch me.

Dean seemed frustrated. "Can't Angel girl here just zap you there and back…"

You shook your head. "Unfortunately no… it's not in my power to do that…" your eyes caught something in the background. Our class was coming towards us! "Fuck…" you mumbled.

I looked at Dean, and pointed at him. "You're my Uncle! Sam-" I looked at him. "You're his friend, roll with it!" I watched our class come closer.

One of our female class mates looked at Sam and Dean suspiciously, then at you. "Nice job out there, remember to give us a cool introduction."

A boy from our class eyed the two of them, seeming to think they looked cool, he pointed at them. "Who are they?"

I nodded at Dean, then at Sam. "My Uncle, Dean, and his friend Sam." I took another sip of water; the panic had almost been washed out of my system, panic isn't really normal for Demons.

Sam smiled and waved awkwardly: "Hi…"

The class "bitch" looked at me with a smirking face. "Are they allowed to be backstage?"

"They helped us a lot, so yeah I would say so. Got a problem with that?" I raised my eyebrow at her, while sending her an intense stare.

The bitch gave me her best bitch face: "What if I have?"

I walked up to her, and stared her directly into her eyes. "If you got a problem with my Uncle and his friend, you got a problem with me, and I have no time right now to deal with small bitchy princesses. So if you want to get on that stage, you get a smile on that face, and you keep your problems to yourself"

"Oh yeah…?" the bitch was just about to slap me.

You stepped in between us and pushed us away from each other. "Come on, no fighting." You gave me a look that said, it was not the time for revenge right now. You then turned to look at the bitch with a fake smile: "You understand that?"

Dean and Sam crossed their arms over their chests, looking oh so intimidating.

The bitch looked at me, scuffed and then backed off, walking over to the others.

You waited for her to be out of your sight before mumbling: "Bitch…"

My eyes quickly turned black then back to normal. I just wanted to rip out her throat and beat her face in. "I just want to punch her face in… Anyways I think it's their turn now… I'll go introduce them. You guys find a knife and some chalk" I went out of the stage, a fake smile, turning my microphone on.

Dean watched me as I went out on the stage. "Freaky…"

You ignored his comment again. "I don't suppose that any of you would have a knife on you by any chance?" You looked at them.

Sam handed you a silver knife: "Here…"

You took the knife. "Thank you… I'll go get some chalk, you two just stay here." You walked off to find some chalk in one of the empty classrooms.

I came back, you were properly out looking for chalk, I turned off the microphone. "Dean… I know you don't like this thing with making deals… but if you two don't want to die, you have to trust us."

In their Dimension:

Castiel kept healing them, but he could feel the Dream sucking their lives out of them. Their heartbeats and their breathing were slowing down, and becoming fainter.

In our dimension:

You came back with the silver knife and some chalk. "Found the chalk…" you handed me both of them.

"Right…So…" I looked at you; you were the only one to make a deal here. "You have to make the deal with me…but let me first prepare my dream circle somewhere. So give me some time…" I went off to find an empty classroom.

Dean followed me.

"Why are you following me Dean?" I looked slightly behind my shoulder.

Dean shrugged slightly. "Just to talk, that's all…"

"Right…" I didn't really believe him. I went into the nearest empty classroom I knew had blackout curtains. I covered the windows and closed the door. I looked at Dean: "Talk then." I started to draw a lot of symbols on the floor with the chalk. They formed three layers of circles, and a star in the middle circle.

"You said that there was little to no Supernatural beings in this dimension…" Dean watched me.

"Yes? What about it?" I drew two circles inside the star, one in the middle of the star and one in the top triangle.

"What happened?" Dean sounded curious, with a slight hint of suspicion.

"Well basically, all the witches died in the Medieval, ghosts… some few here and there. Not really any "monsters" back here either. No one believes in them…" I cut my hand, and dripped some of my blood in the middle circle in the star, then covered the rest of the hand in blood to make a hand print in the other circle in the star.

"What about Angels and Demons?" Dean walked over to the bookshelf, browsing through it.

I looked over my shoulder at him, while stopping my hand from bleeding, by wrapping some of my clothes around it. "Why are you asking…?"

Dean looked over at me, smiling a bit. "Just curious…"

I tilted my head slightly. "No you aren't… I…." The crowd cheering from the stage interrupted me. I hoped you were taking care of it. "I find it suspicious… tell me, why are asking this, Dean?"

"Alright…" Dean suddenly looked serious. "How come an Angel and a Demon are friends, and doesn't want to, whatever the hell you can do here to gank each other? It just doesn't seem right…"

I smiled a real smile. "Because she is the only one that understands me, I don't know… but maybe we are the only ones left… I've never met another Demon here, I don't know about more Angels though. I might be a manipulating evil bitch of Hell, a Demon. But I am also human, deep down. Now follow me, we better get you and Sam sent back before your bodies are drained." I walked out the door, and signed that he should follow me.

Dean followed.

"So yeah… she is my friend." I said to Dean, while walking over to you, stopping a bit away from you and Sam talking. "So this deal." I nodded at you.

You looked at me: "Yeah."

I looked around; making sure nobody was here but us. "The deal is, I go to their dimension, and wake them up. But in return you must make sure nobody enter room 106; I'll leave my body there in the dream circle." I took the silver knife and waited for you to give me your arm.

You gave me your arm, and nodded at me, trying to sound reassuring: "I'll do my best… and be a host at the same time."

I cut your arm, and got some of your blood from the knife and licked it in me. I nodded at Dean and Sam. "Follow me." I started to run to room 106.

You quickly wrapped some cloth around the cut in your arm and followed.

I went to stand in the middle of my dream circle; my blood there had already dried some. "Guys, you two better sit down." I turned my eyes to you. "Can you lock the door behind us? The next song group should be on stage soon…"

You looked at the door. "I don't have a key."

"Put the door on lock, and then close it." The panic in my voice was real.

You looked at the door again; it had a normal keyhole lock. "It doesn't have one of those kinds of locks…" you eyed the floor for a moment, thinking. "Don't worry, I got this." You looked me in my eyes, nodding, before walking out the door.

A faint light emitted from the keyhole, it clicked shut.

You took a deep breath, a drop of blood rolling down from your ear, the task of locking a door in this dimension was not an easy one, but at least we wouldn't get disturbed now. You went to the bathroom to stuff some paper into the bleeding ear, before walking back to the stage.

Sam eyed me. "So, what now?"

I stared at the door as it was locked, with a price… I then looked at Sam and Dean. "I go to your dimension, leaving my body behind here. Just like your bodies are left behind in your reality. Then…I'll make you go back…" I looked slightly into the floor; I knew what I had to do. "I just hope Castiel keep you guys up and running, until I make it there. The Dream should have weakened you greatly by now, even with Castiel's healing."

Sam and Dean nodded at me.

"Alright then…" I took a deep breath, as my eyes turned black. I disappeared from my own dimension, to end up next to Castiel in theirs. My body left behind, while my soul being there.

In their dimension:

"Castiel…" I looked at the bodies of Sam and Dean.

Castiel looked at me. "You're here; I remembered what you said…" he looked at the bodies of Sam and Dean as well. "I did my best, but…they don't have long."

I nodded at Cas. "They would have been dead by now, if not for you." I went to touch Sam's forehead my eyes turning black. I began to mutter strange words, ending with: "Wake up Sam." A black cloud like smoke rose from Sam's mouth, and entered mine. It was like swallowing demon blades… I coughed, and my nose began to bleed. I went over to Dean's body doing the same. "Wake up Dean." I spitted some blood away from my mouth.

Castiel looked at me with concern. "Are you alright?"

In our dimension:

Sam and Dean disappeared from our dimension, leaving no trace that they were ever there. They began to slowly wake up in their own.

You felt something was wrong; my soul was in trouble…

In their dimension:

"Not really… I just absorbed a Demon Dream..." I fell to the floor unconscious, last thing I saw was Castiel, reaching a hand out for me.

In our dimension:

You had to go check on me, you felt something terribly wrong. In the middle of an introduction you said: "And… I… eh…Please give a hand to 2.Q!" you almost ran down the stage, and over to room 106. You opened the door the same way you locked it. "Please be okay…" as the door opened you saw my body in the circle. You closed the door and walked over to me.

My body didn't react, neither here or in their dimension.

In their dimension:

Sam looked at my body, then over at Castiel. "What the hell just happened?"

Castiel kneeled down next to my body, putting his hand on my forehead, and closed his eyes. He was going to enter the dream.

In the Dream:

I was just standing there, watching the world burn around me. People, plants, babies, animals… everything was burning. But the worst of it was the pillar of flames that had started it all, was me. You, my Angel friend was lying at my feet, burned to a crisp, like you had been the first to burn. The fire… the deaths, all was my fault. In my hand I had a tarot card… the Hanged Man.

I looked over at Castiel who had entered the Dream. "Leave while you can…Castiel."

Cas looked me in my eyes, tilting his head slightly to the left. "You do know that you're dreaming, right…?"

A single tear fell from my left eye; it was black like my Demon eyes. "Yes… all the chaos." I pointed around me. "My fault, the Dream isn't just a dream… it shows you what you fear the most… and then it turns into what you could have done to stop it, but first after it knows, that you know, that it was your fault."

Castiel walked closer to me. "You think that this is all your fault?"

I looked at everything burning around, then at myself, the flame that started it all. "I know it was…" as I gritted my teeth, my eyes found your burned Angel corpse again, my eyes returned to normal.

Castiel looked at your burned Angel corpse at my feet. A hint of sadness in his eyes, then he went back to looking at me. "If this was your fault…" he walked closer. "And you have acknowledged that it might have been, shouldn't the dream change now?"

In our dimension:

You were scared; you had tried to shake me awake. A single tear fell from your right eye. "Come on…Wake up, wake up…"

In the Dream:

I looked at Cas with sad eyes. "It already has…" I pointed at myself. "It's saying that I couldn't have stopped it."

In our dimension:

You put your hand on my head, to try to see what was going on inside of it, the process really taking its toll on you.

In the Dream:

You never made it in there, like Castiel. But your echo made it, your voice.

"I couldn't stop any of this Castiel…" I knelt at your burned corpse, and closed my eyes for a moment.

"Come on, wake up, wake up… please…" your whisper filled the air of the Dream.

I looked around, happy but also suspicious of your voice. "What…"

Your burned corpse started to scatter, with a wind that suddenly just came with your voice.

"Castiel is this your doing?!" I looked at him, slightly scared, but very intensely.

The flames around us died out.

Castiel looked just as confused as I was. "No, it's not me, although it is an Angels doing…"

"If you can hear me, then please…" your whisper echoed through the Dream.

"Castiel get out of this Dream, now!" my eyes turned black, and I started to mutter, I would fight the Dream.

Castiel nodded, and got out of the Dream.

In their dimension:

Sam and Dean watched Castiel and my body confused.

Dean looked at Cas as he stood up again. "What the hell is happening, Cas?!"

Castiel looked at Dean, then at Sam. "She is fighting the Dream…"

In our dimension:

The dream circle lighted up, but it's was not my doing, it was properly yours.

Your eyes turned bright blue, and a faint screeching sound filled the room around you.

In the Dream:

I slammed my fists into the ground, the Dream had to pay. I made a small crack, but kept slamming my way down, I had to escape before the master of the Dream would enhance it.

From the crack came a faint light of blue, I nodded, I knew you were helping me, I slammed my fist into the crack again, making a hole to reality. The Dream collapsed around me, this Dream was no more, but I knew its master could just make more.

In their dimension:

I sat up, and opened my eyes, Dean and Sam getting a slight shock.

I was gasping for air, and then looked at Castiel. "Thanks Cas… I hope we meet again." I disappeared from their reality.

In our dimension:

My soul was forced back into my body, I opened my eyes. I stared up at you. "Holy Hell…"

Your eyes returned to normal, and the screeching stopped. You fell backwards into the nearest wall, blood dripping from your ears and nose. Your breathing was heavy, but you smiled at me and whispered: "Thank God"

I just stared at you. "Did you cry…? And the fuck, don't ever do that again! Dude you are fucking bleeding from your nose and ears!" I was angry with you, for driving yourself to that point. I noticed some blood from my nose; my soul's damage had also been given to my body.

You laughed slightly. "Ahh…everything hurts…" you looked at me. "How are you feeling?"

How was I feeling…? You are damn crazy I thought to myself. "I…feel like I just went to Hell… ate a bowl of demon blades… but else fine, just fantastic." I slowly got up and went over to you, sliding down the wall. "So how is the concert going…?"

You sighed. "Shit…"

-"How is the concert going…?"