I was sitting at the end of my bed, Sam kneeling between my legs, trying his best to bandage the shallow cuts that covered my entire face and neck. The damage wasn't too severe but enough to look terrible and scare the boys to death.

"So tell me again what happened." Dean insisted as he paced the room. He did his best thinking while on his feet.

I sighed and launched into the story for the fourth time, "Like I said before, I was in the bathtub and fell asleep. In the dream I was in a car accident. The man in the driver's seat was killed."

"And you're sure you didn't recognize him?"

"Yes, Sam. I am sure. But right before the crash, we were laughing about something as though we knew each other well. I can only assume that this person was somehow special in my life in some way," I sighed.

"If that was just a dream," Dean mused, "why is your face all scratched up?"

"How am I supposed to know? I have absolutely no clue what's going on. All I know is I am tired and my friggin' face hurts. We aren't going to get any answers tonight. I want to go to bed, please."

Sam stood with a look of concern on his face, "I don't think you should be alone. I'll stay in here with you just to be safe."

"Sam, seriously? This bunker is the most warded place on the planet. I will be just fine."

Dean answered, "Yeah, and your face still got all Freddie Krugered. I agree with Sam. Until we know what we are dealing with here, you shouldn't be alone."

I sighed again, "You know what? I am too tired to argue. If you are staying Sam, you had better not snore."

Effectively ending the conversation, I stood and removed my robe, hung it in its place and crawled into bed. Sam crawled in beside me and looked at Dean.

"Turn the light off on your way out, would ya?"

Dean smiled, turned off the light and shut the door behind him.

I turned on my side and looked at Sam in the soft light of the candle I had lit before my bath. His profile left me speechless. A beautiful man by anyone's standards, he was a sculpted Greek god. Too bad my heart belonged to his brother and had for many years. I still had this irresistible urge to be wrapped in his arms. For all my bravado, I felt shaken after the dream. I knew it wasn't a dream. I knew it was a memory. I also knew it was a key to figuring out how I had gotten to where I was and why.

"Sam? May I ask a question without you asking me why?"

Sam looked at me with a perplexed look but nodded slightly.

"Where is Cas in this timeline? I know approximately where I am timewise but not specifically."

"Cas is around. Is that important for you to know?"

I rolled my eyes, "I was simply curious. You indicated that you wouldn't ask questions."

His lips flattened into a line and he again nodded but I could tell he was dying to ask all sorts of things.

"I promise I will fill you both in on the stuff that I know in the morning. I might need to talk to Cas first. We'll see."

"Fair enough." Sam acquiesced.

"This much I will tell you. There is a very strong chance that I know what is going to happen in your immediate future and I might be able to help but I really need some advice on how to precede. Other than Cas, I have no idea who else to turn to", I admitted.

Sam sighed, "Get some sleep. We'll figure it out in the morning. Good night, Dana."

"Sleep sweet, Sam."

There is a place your mind goes when you are just about to drift off to sleep. Your brain is off its leash and is wandering around, sniffing bushes. In those precious moments, you can find darkness or revelation. It all depends on what bush you investigate. Mine found something even more precious than fear or love. It found truth.

Creeping out of the bed was a vain attempt not to wake Sam.

"Hey," he says sleepily, "Where you off to?"

I muttered the lamest but believable excuse I could come up with. "I can't sleep, Sam. I am going to the kitchen for some tea. Go back to sleep. I'll yell if I need you."

Sam threw back the covers, "I should come with you."

"No!" I answered a little too loudly, "I just need some relaxation time. Please, Sam, I will be right down the hall and I promise to call if I need you. I need to think."

Sam sighed but I knew he would agree with that sort of logic. "Leave the door open so I can hear and please, don't be too long."

I rolled my eyes but was secretly flattered by the concern I heard in his voice.

"Ok, Sam. You win. I'll be back shortly," I said with a grin. How can you be annoyed with the puppy dog eyes?

Making my way down the hall toward the kitchen, I took a left instead of a right and headed for the library. There was only one being I knew who could help.

"Angel Naomi, my name is Dana and I really need your help."