It's been a week since Lou's first middle of the night outburst of Purgatory confusion. Sadly, it wasn't the last.

Four days after the first time it happened Lou woke up in a panic, sure that a Leviathan was after her again, and she sprang out of bed. Sam had been smart, locking the door each night before falling asleep so that Lou would at least be slowed down enough that he could keep up with her. No matter how slick or stealthy she may be, it still takes a few seconds to turn a lock. He grabbed her fast before she could leave the room and get to anyone else. Of course she wouldn't get too far since everyone was locking their own doors from the inside every night now, so for the most part everyone was safe.

Getting Lou pinned to the floor after she put up one hell of a fight, Sam talked her out of her confusion. She was embarrassed and highly shameful that she let it all get to her again but Sam was calm and kind, making sure she understood that not one of them blamed her for these reactions, especially not him, and no one got hurt.

And now, at a little past 2 o'clock in the morning, Lou once again wakes up.

She sits up with a start and goes immediately still. In her head she's after something, after someone to feed off of. She still dreamed in vampire now and then, her mind fully baffled by the change back after four years, and in her dream it was dinner time and there had been a shifter in her crosshairs.

Lou quietly makes her way to the door with her bare feet and, even though the idea of doors and households should give away that she's not in Purgatory anymore, she doesn't snap out of it. She quickly realizes the door is locked and quietly turns the deadbolt Sam put in open, reaching for the knob. She makes no sound in doing so and she near silently leaves the room.

Sneaking down the hallway she comes to another door. She can hear the snoring coming from the other side, a sure fire sign that a live human is inside. Perfect. She's starving and she can nearly smell how good he will taste.

Lou tries the door but it's locked, the heavy wooden slab in the old house not budging with just a turn of the knob on it. She knows what she has to do now.

Bobby flies out of his sleep when the loud crashing noise of his bedroom door bursting open rocks him jarringly from it. In a split second he has an animal on him, clawing and attacking him.

"Lou!" Bobby yells at her when he can see it's her through the little bit of moonlight that illuminates the dark room. "Lou! Get yer head on right!" He grabs her around the neck and holds her away from himself as she bares her teeth, gnashing them at him.

With a growl Lou shoves Bobby's hands away with a strength he wasn't aware she had and she leans down over him, aiming for his neck. She bites down hard.

Bobby yells out with the instant pain just as Sam finally catches up with what's happening. He stands in the doorway for the fraction of a second it takes for him to realize that Lou is biting Bobby in the middle of her confusion.

"Lou! Damn it!" he shouts to her and runs to the bed, pulling her quickly off. He once more has to tackle her onto the ground and push her into the floor to keep her there. "Lou! Look at me!"

She lays there under him, looking up with a blank stare that chills him to his bones. It's so empty and animalistic that she no longer even looks like Lou.

"Lou, you're just confused, ok?" Sam tells her, his voice already softening as he's forced to look at her like this, her mouth and chin smeared with Bobby's blood. Without looking at the older man, he asks, "Bobby, you alright?"

"Could be better… but I'll make it," Bobby grumbles with a hand pressed to the open skin on the juncture of his neck and shoulder.

"Shit," Sam sighs, his eyes closed as he deals with this yet again. It kills him a little more every time he has to see her go through this. He then looks down at the crazed woman beneath him. "You with me?" he questions.

She is but she doesn't answer. The excruciating embarrassment won't let her as her voice gets caught up in her throat.

"Lou?" Sam tries again, letting her wrists go as he can see the calm make its way through her.

"Get off me," Lou says without bite or anger. The tone she uses is one of defeat.

So Sam steps back, knowing how sad and ashamed she already is.

Once free from the enormous person holding her down Lou gets up slowly. She glances at Bobby out of the corner of her eye, seeing the blood on his neck and the fear in his eyes, and she makes a decision. She makes her way out of the room and into what has become her own. She has very little belongings so this will be fairly easy.

"You sure you're alright, Bobby?" Sam checks on the man before leaving. He must have been taken so off guard with this attack. The poor guy was asleep and then he was getting bitten. Not good.

"I'm fine," Bobby says as he jumps out of bed and heads for his closet when he keeps emergency items like weapons and medical equipment. "You go make sure Lou's alright. She's gotta be pretty fucked up about this one."

He nods to the older hunter and heads towards their room. Sam stops short when Lou heads across the hallway and cuts him off, a bundle of clothing, a blanket, and a pillow in her hands.

"What are you doing?" Sam asks her, confused already.

"Moving out," Lou's short answer comes, her determination clear. She grabs her toothbrush and a hair brush from the bathroom sink counter and heads out the door and towards the stairs.

"Moving? What the hell?" Sam follows her to the first floor. "Where to?"

"The back warehouse," Lou answers, having thought about this already. She knew her family wasn't safe in the same house as her and she's thought long and hard about this for days now.

"There's no heat…"

"The smaller one," she says to him. "It has heat and running water. That's all I need."

He's dumbfounded as she walks right out the side door and heads for the warehouse, the cold winter air clearly not affecting her even if in just a t-shirt and sweatpants. It's more important to focus on her loved one's safety then feel cozy right now. She couldn't spend another night risking everyone's health and lives, especially that nephew of hers.

"Lou!" Sam calls to her as she marches back there. "Lou!"

She doesn't answer him. Instead she disappears into the salvage yard with her armful and Sam's left there confused and more worried than he has been yet about her.

Once in the warehouse Lou flips a switch and lights it up. It's a decent size and a bit uncomfortable but at least this one doesn't have old junk cars parked everywhere with grease and oil coating every surface. This one has become a bit of a storage area for Bobby so it has potential. She can dust everything off tomorrow.

Dropping everything onto the cleared workbench, she pulls a sweatshirt out of the pile and puts it on. Then she takes a good look around. It's barebones and uncomplicated. She can live here easily. Hell, she's used to not even having a roof over her head so this is damn near a luxury suite in her eyes.

Against the far wall she spies an old couch that's seen far better days. She pulls the pillow and blanket from her pile of belongings, turns off the overhead lights, and heads for the worn furniture. She plops down with a huge sigh, the cushions giving way a little too much for the couch to be considered truly comfortable but it'll be fine enough.

It's not like she's going to be able to sleep anyways. After what she just did, hurting Bobby like that… the guilt is crushing her. She doesn't even know how she'll face him after that. And what's worse is that she can still taste the copper on her tongue. It's awful. Her own family can't trust her anymore and she can't even trust herself. She needs to get a lock to put on the outside of the small warehouse door, maybe Sam can lock her in each night to keep her from going off the rails and hurting anyone else…

Through her thoughts she hears the big, heavy door open. She lifts her head and through the darkness she watches Sam come into the large open room.

"No, Sam…" she starts to complain.

"I don't want to hear it," he tells her, already against any protests she might put up. He locks the door with the old iron padlock he brought with him from Bobby's cluttered basement and then pockets the key. Lou can't help but commend his brilliance in her mind as she watches him drop three packed up duffels onto the floor. Sam walks to the small bathroom, the one with just an old, never-cleaned-for-years toilet and tiny sink. He sets up some toothpaste and places his own toothbrush next to the faucet in a glass he swiped from the kitchen, putting hers next to his right away.

"The hell are you doing?" Lou sharply asks.

"You said you were moving out… so am I," Sam says to her easily as he heads for the thermostat and turns it way up. The place is near freezing right now and it'll take time for the heat to kick in inside the old building.

"This is too dangerous."

"That's not true," Sam easily denies as he goes about setting himself up for the night.

"I don't want to attack you, Sam," Lou reminds him the point of her moving out here. "You should be in the house, away from me and safe."

"No way," Sam denies her as he returns to his bags. He pulls out a pillow and two more heavy blankets as he talks. "I told you I was sticking with you. Good, bad, I don't care. I lost you once and I'm not losing you again to whatever this shit is that's going on with you. You shouldn't be alone."

"I could kill you," Lou points out uncomfortably as Sam squeezes himself behind her on the old floral patterned couch.

"I'm a better hunter than you are monster these days," Sam jokes, pulling the two blankets over them tightly, hoping to keep each other warm until the heat can. "I'll be just fine."

"This is stupid of you." Lou sighs as she turns over onto her back and looks at him when he brings an arm around her middle. He scoots in right next to her, curling up against her side with a slight smile.

"I've done much dumber things," he promises. Sam leans into her and settles in for the night, tucking her head under his chin. "I'm staying with you. You move, I move."

"You're an idiot."

"Yeah…" Sam smirks at her quickly. "Now go to sleep. At least Sammy won't wake us up every damn hour out here."

"Don't silver line my serious mental disorder."

"Shh," Sam jokes, covering over her mouth with the palm of his hand. He's over her negativity.

"Mm-mm," Lou tries to say to him but he's stopping her words from being decipherable.

Sam huffs a small laugh and removes his hand. "Try again."

"Thank you," Lou says with something sincere and shaky. "Most people would be too scared to stay with me by now."

"Most people sound like assholes."

"I…ugh…" Lou grimaces and tries again when she fails the first time. "I… love you."

"Aw, you tried so hard to say that," Sam patronizes lightly and Lou's face drops immediately. To make up for it he kisses her lips quickly once before getting comfortable in the terrible couch. "I love you, too. Let's catch some sleep."

"Morning," Lizzy greets, the bags under her eyes just as deep as ever with the terrible schedule she's keeping with Sammy.

"Morning, Lizard," Lou returns, walking through the side door after eight in the morning. "You look destroyed."

"Sammy didn't exactly sleep well last night," Lizzy grumbles. "So therefore neither did I."

"Uh," Lou complains with her as she heads for the coffee maker. "Sorry to hear."

"It's fine," Lizzy nods once from her seat at the kitchen table. She watches Lou open the coffee canister and inhale deep.

"Damn it, I missed coffee," she comments before setting up a pot to brew.

"I didn't know you could live without it ever," Lizzy tries to joke through a yawn.

"It wasn't easy," Lou jokes right back.

Lizzy stays quiet while Lou puts everything together.

"So I hear that you moved out," Lizzy broaches the subject once the coffee is brewing.

"Just at night," Lou explains, leaning back on the counter to face Lizzy at the table. "I was a threat to you all and if I ever hurt anyone again, especially Sammy, I couldn't forgive myself."

"I understand… but you know you don't have to do that, right?" Lizzy checks with her. "I still trust you."

"You shouldn't," Lou denies. "I don't even trust me."

Lizzy sighs when she knows she can't rebut that. "You wanna talk about it?"

Lou stares at her for a minute. "No. I really don't. Not now at least." She already told Dean enough.

"Ok," Lizzy nods, being as supportive as she can.

"I just have to figure out how to apologize to Bobby," Lou sadly says, hating what she's done. "I can't believe I fucking bit him."

"Me neither," they both here a gruff voice respond as their father figure walks into the room. "Imagine my surprise."

He silently heads for the cabinets next to Lou, reaching into one and grabbing an old mug with World's Best Daughter printed on it. He then realizes the coffee isn't ready and waits as Lou looks at him with a sad and scared face.

"You just gonna make eyes at me or you gonna start talking?" Bobby challenges her as she eyes the white bandage just peeking out of his crew neck t-shirt.

"I bit you. The hell do you want me to say?" Lou responds with unsure worry.

"You know, a sorry would go a hell of a far way," he says with a little bit of a smile in his eyes.

"It wouldn't be nearly enough," she rebuts.

"Why don't you give it a try anyways? Couldn't hurt, right?"

Lou sighs with her still running humiliation and regret as she picks up the now finished brewing coffee pot. As she pour some into the mug in his grip she says, "I'm really sorry, Bobby. You know I didn't meant to do that to you."

"It's fine, kid," Bobby assures her.

"Just like that?" Her eyebrows are at her hairline.

"You know, it's a funny thing I discovered about kids and having them… whether they're mine or not," Bobby starts as he turns to look at her, leaning a hip against the counter. "They fuck up and the only real thing I can figure to do about it is forgive them. Seems that forgiveness is usually the one thing they ever really need anyways. Lou, hon… it wasn't your fault. If you could'a stopped yourself then you would'a. I doubt I was purposefully meant to be a midnight snack."

Lou shakes her head. "You're nuts."

"No, you're nuts for wantin' to live out in that excuse for a shed," Bobby rebuts her worries. "You gotta have a screw loose."

"Well that's just proven fact now," Lou rolls her eyes. "But if I'm gonna be here... I need to be away from people when I sleep. Seems to be the only time I have zero control."

Bobby just looks at her with disappointment at her decision. "Well, if that's what you want then you go for it. There's no shower out there… or kitchen. At least I know that you'll be back in here pretty often 'cause you'll have to be. Don't want you disappearin' just yet. I was liking having you back."

Lou just melts a little with that statement. She huffs something thankful before Bobby pats her shoulder a few times.

"You just do what you think you gotta," Bobby says as he walks away towards the study.

"What're you up to in there today?" Lizzy calls in to him.

"Well, if there's Leviathan out there then I guess I better learn more about 'em."

"Bobby, I know all about those fucking assholes," Lou pipes in, pouring her own coffee. "Lemme help you out there."

"Done," Bobby says happily, shocked to have an easy lead for once. He winks at her and walks for the study, Lou ready to follow.

"Louie, before you do that…" Lizzy says as she rubs her eyes one more time, her tired state not getting better. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Shoot," Lou says easily once her coffee is poured. She sits opposite Lizzy and looks right at her.

"Well, I was thinking about something and I didn't know how you'd feel about it," Lizzy starts gently. "You've been back for over a week and I thought… should you call, or maybe go see, Derek?"

She'd be lying if she said she hadn't been thinking about her brother, her biological one. They've had a pretty rough relationship for years, her disappearing into the hunting life being the reason for that, and when she died she hadn't even heard his voice in over a year's time.

"I mean, I know things weren't good with you guys…" Lizzy starts but Lou cuts her off.

"No," Lou denies her. "Derek made his decision. He told me he couldn't support me. He was the one who decided he didn't want me in his life over my choice to help people. I'm just respecting that decision."

"Louie, come on. He might have changed his mind."

"You know Derek as well as I do. You think he suddenly decided to go against his original thoughts?"

Lizzy sighs. "No. He's a stubborn ass."

"Exactly. It's fine, Lizard. You've always been there for me. I don't need him if he's going to be that negative and that final about his last remaining family."

"But that's just it," Lizzy points out. "I wouldn't know how to give up on my last remaining family like you did."

"Well… technically if I'm your half-sister then Derek's your half-brother. He's some of your last remaining family too. Did you give up on him?"

Lizzy thinks for just a second. "Yes. I gave up on him after you died."

"Why then?" Lou questions, not understanding.

"I called him when you…" Lizzy shakes her head and doesn't finish her sentence. "I told him. I said you were trying to save a town from something bad and that something bad got to you first. I didn't go into it too hard. He told me that you wanted that fate so it was your fault. I buried you next to Jan and Brian back home and he didn't even show. I mean he'd probably not get the whole burning a dead body thing so it might have been good he wasn't there but… he was angry still. He wasn't happy with your decision to hunt and he… he was a fucking dick." Lizzy now realizes that Lou's completely right here. "I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's fine," Lou answers despite the heartache over hearing how terrible her brother had acted. "He's always been stubborn beyond anything. It is what it is." Lou gets out of her chair. "But I'm not going to try if he's not going to. It's not worth it. I know him too well."

"Fair enough," Lizzy brushes it off and lets it go as Lou heads for the study.

"Lizard, go back to bed," Lou tells her sister, patting her hand as she stands up. "You look wrecked."

"Sammy," Lizzy places the blame. "He kept waking up and not going back down. I just hope he's not sick or something because he never acts like this."

"You think he's sick?" Bobby asks from his desk with a hint of serious panic in the back of his voice.

"Easy, gramps," Lizzy nearly laughs. "He's probably not. It might have just been one night of weirdness. He doesn't have a fever or anything…"

"You keep a close eye on that," Bobby warns her.

"Hey, I'm his mother," Lizzy reminds. "I got this."

"Lizzy, get some sleep," Lou strongly says to her as she takes a seat in a chair opposite Bobby at his desk.

"I am," she yawns and heads for the stairs. "I just wanted to catch you first."

"I'm ok. Go sleep."

"Going, going…"

And she gives up. Lizzy knows that when both Bobby and Lou are trying to make her do something she needs to do it.

When Lizzy makes it to the second floor and walks into the nursery she holds back her laughter. She finds Dean in the rocking chair, Sammy in his arm. He has a bottle that's nearly finished in his other hand that's now slack in his lap and his head tilted back, mouth wide open and passed out cold. He's snoring slightly as Sammy's just lying there in his arms, looking around at the cause of the odd noise. Dean's not much of a snorer… unless he's fallen asleep with his neck bent funny of course.

"Guess I'm not the only one," Lizzy says with a smirk. She heads over to the rocking chair and slowly, not to scare Dean, she tries to pry the infant out of his hold.

"Mm," Dean twitches when he feels movement and his head pops up quick. He sees Lizzy in front of him and calms right down before wincing with the pain in his neck. "Uh," he complains and brings his hand to the back of his neck, the bottle in it going with him. "Ow."

Lizzy just laughs at him and picks up Sammy. The second she does his little legs are moving and he squirms in her hold as usual. "Why are you still awake, you little shit?" she asks him in a light and happy tone when he looks not at all ready to catch some sleep. She shifts him in her hold until he has his head on her shoulder.

"Don't call him that," Dean weakly says to her with the cursing. "Swearing."

"Relax, I love my little shit," she jokes but he doesn't laugh.

"Between you and Lou he's gonna have a gutter mouth worse than any trucker out there."

"Sorry, daddy," she says with guilt despite the patronizing tone in her voice.

"Don't try and suck up now by calling me that." He smiles a little anyways. "What the hell is going on with him today?" Dean bitches sleepily. "Dude is not playing nice."

"Not at all," Lizzy agrees. "But I figure if he's gonna stay up this long then he's gonna crash awfully hard at the end, right?"

"One can only hope," he responds, looking up at her and seeing her face looking just as weary as his own must. "Why are you up?"

"I wanted to talk to Lou," Lizzy answers while bouncing Sammy lightly and pacing the room, hoping movement will get him to sleep. "Wanted to ask her about calling her brother."

"And?"

"No dice," she responds sadly. "She's as stubborn as he is. And he's been pretty awful to her so I get it."

Dean nods. He can't imagine that someone would cut his family off like that so hard. Family is his everything. But then again that's exactly what Sam did the second he was old enough to. Maybe it's just his older brother disposition that makes him think differently.

"Lou moved out, by the way," Lizzy lets him in on her morning discovery.

"What!?"

"She got all confused again last night and went trolling the house for a vamp snack," Lizzy explains. "She bit Bobby."

"Bit!?" Dean asks, hoping to have heard her wrong.

"Yep, she bit him on the neck."

"Fuck," Dean says with sheer disappointment in himself. "I promised her I would watch after her."

"She's had a good week though…"

"But I told her she wouldn't hurt anyone else if I had anything to do with it," he explains further.

"I think she understands," Lizzy smiles slightly. "You can't have eyes on her all night while getting your own rest and caring for an infant. And it's not your fault that she's getting her ass handed to her by her dreams."

"I guess. Dreams can totally screw with reality. I would know."

Lizzy shoots her eyes right at him. "Would you now?"

He knows his misstep immediately. "Yeah, I mean… I never woke up and tried to kill people but… I know how she feels."

"I'm fully aware that you still have nightmares, Dean," Lizzy tells him, knowing he wasn't aware. The way he looks at her lets her know she's shocked by this. "I've talked you out of a ton since you got back from… down under."

"Why didn't you ever tell me this?" Dean wonders, wishing he's known what he was doing to her.

"Why bother?" Lizzy challenges. "I mean, I figured out how to stop them before you'd wake up so why drop that shit on you?"

His mind is blown that she's been doing this for a solid four years without him knowing. "How?"

She shrugs. "I talk you down, give you a familiar voice. You just kinda drift right back off most times. I mean, I haven't had to do that in a while… since Sammy was conceived actually…"

"What the hell do you say?"

"Well… uh…" she smiles a little. "I tell you I'm here, that you're not in Hell. That I love you and you need to come back… and if you're really gone, like really buried into a dream, I tend to… ha, well I talk dirty sometimes and it seems to work."

"Are you serious?" Dean asks with still running disbelief.

"Dead," Lizzy laughs a little. "Any time I say filthy things it's a surefire way to get you back. Once you hear me you just kinda smile in your sleep and stop sounding pained. Instead you sound… happy. Very happy."

Dean shakes his head at his own ridiculousness. "What a perv…."

"I resent that," she says to him with jesting offense.

"I was talking about me but I think that label applies quite nicely to you too." He looks at her with wide eyes. "Guess it's a damn good thing I married such a dirty chick."

"F'in A," she laughs a little before yawning yet again.

"Nice job censoring yourself."

"Thanks."

"And what the hell does it say about me that my worst nightmares are only cured by dirty talk?" Dean has to wonder. He's always been a very sex driven person but seriously?

"It says just enough," Lizzy jokes before yawning yet again. "Uh. Sweetie, you have got to fall asleep." She leans her head down until her cheek is against Sammy's head.

"I have no idea what's up with him but it better stop," Dean comments as he stands up. "I'm toast."

"Me too."

"So where's Lou moving to?" Dean wonders with sheer concern as he walks over to her.

"The small storage house out back."

"What kinda decision is that?" he questions with disbelief.

"I know, I know," Lizzy sadly says. "But she's determined to keep us all safe, especially this guy, so what can I say really?" She nods at Sammy and Dean can fully understand.

"I appreciate the extra mile she's going but she can't live back there. It's cluttered with car parts and dusty as hell… there's no real bathroom, no stove…."

"Well, go talk to your brother," Lizzy suggests. "Apparently he decided that if Lou's gonna live out back then so is he."

Dean shakes his head. "Figures. Alright." He washes a hand down his face to wake himself up a little more despite his utter exhaustion. "I'm gonna go try and talk some sense into those dumbasses. You try and get him to sleep and then catch some yourself."

"I can try," she says with disappointment, knowing Sammy doesn't even look the least bit tired. "Coffee's ready so make sure you get some."

"Awesome." Dean leans down and kisses her once, pausing as he pulls away. He gives her a look that she hasn't seen in a week, one of recognition of that spark they have between them. He moves in again and kisses her a little longer this time.

When done he looks at her with a slight smirk. "Pretty soon I might have another nightmare, you know. Maybe when Sammy's sleeping is back in order."

"Oh yeah?" Lizzy playfully questions.

"Yup," he answers and heads for the door. "Might need you to talk me down."

"Any time," Lizzy grins right back, letting him know she understands that he's not talking about not having nightmares in a while and that she's on his level.

He just winks at her and leaves, making Lizzy grin like a school girl that just talked to the quarterback in the hallway. It's far too easy for him to do that to her still.

She then looks down at Sammy, his eyes wide open. "You better get back onto a schedule, dude," Lizzy jokes as she walks him around the room. "Need to get some time in with your father. We deserve it."

As she paces the room something on the subject dawns on her. Her smile fades quickly with the thought.

"Oh God, I hope you're nothing like your dad in this department," she worries aloud. "You're a good boy, right? You're not gonna hit on everything with boobs and be a total whore, are you?"

When she looks down at him, his eyes meeting hers, he scrunches his face adorably and leans his face into her shoulder. The display would have gotten any female in the world to let out a huge 'aw'.

"Fuck, you're just like him," Lizzy complains with what she views as early stages of flirting. "You're gonna give me a heart attack when you're a teen, aren't you?"