Sam's eyes flew open and quickly became filled with the sweat that was pouring down his face. Flashes of his most recent nightmare still flooded his mind. Images of torture and decay in some small room, people running, his brother dying as he clutched a pink blanket, and Chase stepping into fire all darted across his subconscious. This was starting to get ridiculous. Putting his head in his hands, he took a steadying breath. As the quiet re-entered the tiny room, Sam felt a light weight land on his shoulder. He jumped, and reached for the non-existent weapon under his pillow.

Yet, looking up, he saw Chase's familiar eyes watching him, her hand still on his shoulder. The hazel orbs were filled with concern, as if she had witnessed everything he had dreamt in the past few hours.

"I'm alright," he told her giving her a half-smile. "Really. I'm kind of used to it by now anyway."

Chase just looked at him as she failed to stop the frown that tugged at the corner of her mouth.

Her face was different, Sam decided. Older somehow, yet younger. Either way, she wasn't the same.

"Really, you should get back to bed," he tried again. "I'm sure we'll have a long day tomorrow."

Nodding, Chase turned away toward the other bed. Sam watched as she crawled back in beside Dean, and as his brother reflexively wrapped his arms back around her. Before her eyes closed, they locked with Sam's.

She knew something. Something big.

XxXxX

Dean blearily opened his eyes to see Sam towering above him. "What do you want?" he asked.

"I'm going to get breakfast," Sam explained, "I'll get enough for her, but you need to figure out if she'll be okay on regular food."

"What?" Dean scratched his head. It was way too early to think.

"Does she still need to hunt, Dean. That's what." He stood and shrugged into his jacket. "I'll be back in about an hour. The closest town's thirty minutes away." He walked out the door mumbling to himself.

Rubbing his eyes, Dean looked beside him. Chase was curled in a ball and pressed into his side. Her dark hair fell across his arm, and he brushed it back to see her face. It was so pale, and so still, that he could swear it was made of marble. But it wasn't. Her brow wrinkled at his touch, and her eyes fluttered open. As the sleep cleared from her expression she let out a quiet gasp and jumped off the bed.

"Hey," Dean said, surprised. He sat up, but as he stood, Chase backed farther from him. "It's alright," he tried to calm, "you're okay."

Watching him with her back against the wall, Chase's hand formed a tight fist.

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said holding out his hands. "You're okay here. You're safe."

Chase's erratic breathing slowed, and with a big sigh, she returned to Dean's side.

He draped an arm around her shoulders, and pulled her closer to him when she didn't shy away. "You're safe," he assured her again.

"Mmhmm," Chase mumbled in response. After a few seconds of silence, Chase's breathing had evened out.

"You're asleep again," Dean said quietly. "Good. Good, you should sleep." Reclining against the headboard, Dean tried to figure out what to do. They couldn't take her on a hunt right now, and he certainly wasn't going to leave without her, but where could they go? Even all the credit cards he had stashed in the glove box of the impala couldn't hold them forever, and who knew how long it would take Chase to come back around.

And she needed someone that could help her when he couldn't. Someone like…like…a mom. A mom? Where did that come from? Well, she was kinda like a kid. In a way. A weird way. Dean sighed. She did need someone to take care of her. Someone other than him. Especially when he and Sam were away. Now what moms did he know?

There was Ellen, but no way was Chase setting foot in the roadhouse. Not with all those hunters who would hang a loup garou's pelt from the wall. He could go find Jo. She wasn't a mom, but she was a girl. And Chase was a girl. And they would probably end up killing each other. Damn, this was hard.

Who else was there? He could take her back to Pennsylvania, but something kept him away from that idea. Or she could go back to South Carolina, but then there was that werewolf to deal with. Tucker? Something like that. Who knew when he'd be back. It would be so much easier if she had had a permanent home.

Home. Kansas. Missouri. She could help. Granted, Dean did jump at the idea of seeing her again, but if it would help Chase…

"There's a freaking diner in the basement of the motel!" Sam barged in carrying a big tray of food. "In the basement. Of a motel!" He laughed, "It just keeps getting weirder and weirder."

"We're going to Kansas," Dean stated shifting himself out of the bed.

"What?" Sam asked with a full mouth.

"We're going home."

XxXxX

Rox twisted her silvery hair into a high ponytail. Glancing at her reflection in a tiny, compact mirror, she tilted her head to the side. The dim light of the bar made the metallic strands look black. Mentally shrugging her shoulders, she snapped the compact closed and leaned back in her chair. She was sick of bars. There was rarely business in or near them. Well, the ones without the crossroads anyway, but it was even more infrequent that she got Emma's spoils. The Winchester boy had been a treat indeed, and it certainly helped that said treat had been cooked, filleted, and brought to her on a silver platter. Giggling to herself, Rox surveyed the locals Kentucky had to offer.

"Hard at work I see," a stately voice cut in.

Her eyes flickered to a man that was clearly comfortable among the squalor the bar had to offer. "Well look who decided to visit from hell. Getting too hot down there again? Higher ups pissed because they're still being hunted? Or did you just miss me?" She flashed a catty grin.

"Ah, Roxanne. You haven't changed in the few centuries I've known you." He took a seat next to her.

"You expect me to?" She watched him run a finger around the rim of her empty glass. When he looked up, his yellow eyes clearly stated he was done with small talk. "What can I do for you?" She asked wearily.

He smiled, "I've come for a little information, actually. You see, I've been hearing rumors."

"Rumors?" She took a long drink of a beer that had just been placed in front of her.

"Yes, rumors. It's been going around that you recently catered to a man with the name of Winchester."

"Yeah, I met your boy. Gotta say, I wasn't expecting him to be so weak. Attractive? Yes. Weak? No." She scribbled her coined expression on a slip of paper and handed to the waitress. "Give that to him?" she asked, gesturing to the man that had bought her the drink.

"Yes, well." He cleared his throat, "what I want to know is why. You don't help those that can't help you."

"You taught me well." Rox commented, "And he can help me, or, rather, the girl can."

"So the rumors are true?" He leaned his elbows on the table. "Both of them?"

"They're not rumors," she snapped, "I started them."

He sat back, delighted. "My prized seer. I have trained you well!"

"I lasted longer than my sister, didn't I?" She finished the beer, and glanced up at her soon to be victim, "Walk and talk?" The yellow eyed demon nodded, and the pair rose. "Now, I know you didn't materialize to confirm nasty gossip," Rox continued, "so what do you want out of it?"

"Half. You get the seer."

"And you get?"

"There's a certain prophecy I'm concerned with. I'd like to stop it form coming true."

"You mean you're willing to wait for this 'prophecy' to mature because you want to mold it to help your little war cause?"

"I can't very well have the werewolves against me, now can I? It should be easy enough to rid the earth of a pebble."

Rox laughed, "Fine. You get half. Just because I want to see if you're patient enough."

Content, the demon rubbed his hands together. "Lovely. I have to ask though, what are you going to do with the psychic's other abilities. Foresight isn't the only thing that will grow."

"You underestimate me," Rox leaned against a tree, "I'm a good teacher. Pretty soon the future will be the only thing the younger one sees. I plan on channeling the other abilities into some sort of destructive behavior. A girl can't carry on forever, you know. In a few centuries I'd like to retire, and I'll be able to relax so much better if I know another seer is in my place."

"Why don't you just bring back your sister?" The demon sneered.

"Cassandra was a dolt."

"No, she was expendable."

"She got herself ripped to shreds."

"Yes. Expendable."

Rox shook her head. "Make sure you don't destroy my half of the take when you get yours. Or let it see you kill what little family it has, I don't want my little clairvoyant tainted."

"It's a little late for that, don't you think?" The demon laughed, "But I'll keep it clean."

"See you soon, then." Rox shook his hand.

The demon nodded once and disappeared.

"Hey, baby," a drunken man came into the woods after her. "I got your little note. Whadda 'ya mean, not yet?"

Rox grinned, tonight was going to be a good night.