Several nights later, I'm snuggled up to Dean, sharing a bed in a motel. He has his arms wrapped possessively around me and keeps kissing my hair and forehead. I keep pinching myself to make sure I'm not dreaming. He is taller and larger than me, because of his bulging muscles. Eventually, I snuggle closer to Dean and fall asleep breathing the scent of his shampoo, deodorant, and something else distinctly Dean. Around one in the morning, I wake up and find Dean staring at me.

"What's wrong, Dean?"

"I was just making sure you were still here with me." He says softly.

"Aw, look. Dean cares." I tease.

"Damn straight I care. Who else is this badass of a hunter? And a girl on top of it."

I giggle. "I love you." I say before drifting off back to sleep. I hear him say something back but I don't quite catch it.

Something ruffles my hair lightly.

"Alison. Wake up baby girl."

"Mmmmm." I groan and roll over. "Five more minutes."

"You're so cute when you're whiny." Dean says. He pulls the blankets off of me, and I sit up right.

"Dean, what are you doing?"

"Waking you up." He says with a grin.

"You know, the bed is much more comfy..." I say returning his grin.

"I'll take your word for it."

I stand up and catch sight of my reflection. My eye makeup is smeared and my hair is a tangled mess. "Ugh, Dean, I'm hideous." I say.

"No, you're beautiful." He kisses my forehead. "Come on. We gotta go."

"Another case?" He nods.

"Probably just a ghost. We'll knock it out quick." He winks at me before leaving the room. I quickly get dressed and redo my makeup and ponytail.

I grab my bag and head out to the impala. Sammy went back to his old collage for a few days to visit some old friends, so it's just Dean and I for a couple days. No Sam to burst in on our cuddling or conversations. I love Sam like a brother, but it's kind of awkward when he's around. He never got over the crush he had on me after we met. It hurt him when I chose Dean, but Dean told me Sammy hooked up with an old girlfriend, and she might possibly come hunting with us. Apparently, Her family did the same thing as the Winchester's.

Something that has been bothering me since the hunt with the dragon pops into your mind.

"Dean?"

"Yes, Ali?"

"Remember when we hunted the dragon? He said something weird. That I only have two weeks left? Do you know what he meant?"

I notice Deans knuckles are white from him gripping the steering wheel.

"I don't know what he meant. Dragons predict deaths sometimes, but I will NOT let anything happen to you. I love you." Dean says.

"I love you too, Dean."

"I, uh, called in a friend to help us keep you safe. He is an angel named Castiel. He's gonna protect you for me. I can't lose you." Deans voice is shaky and I squeeze his hand.

Dean and I arrive at the small town plagued with weird occurrences. Many children have been appearing, with no memory of who they are, but are all about five years old. Oddly enough, many adults have been disappearing in the town as well. After talking with some locals, Dean and I learn that there is a new couple in town who are very shy and reclusive. We head over to their house.

Dean knocks on the door, and a lovely young woman answers it. She looks about twenty five and she has long brown hair. I realize I have seen her before. She's the woman from the bar. The one who I thought was kissing Dean. Gripping Deans arm tightly, I say, "Hi, I'm Layla, this is Edward. We live a couple houses down, and just wanted to introduce ourselves. We uh, wanted to know what you thought of it. The town I mean."

Dean notices I seem nervous and steps in. " My wife is just a little nervous. She's not really very social."

"No problem," says the woman. "I'm not really much of a people person either. I prefer to be around children. they are so much more tolerable." She gives a small laugh that sends chills down my spine. "I'm Lilly, by the way."

"Nice to meet you."

"Would you like to come in? I just baked a pie." Lilly asks.

Deans eyes light up and he trips over the doorway in his eagerness to come inside. I snort with laughter and grab his arm, steadying him.

"Watch it, Grace."

As Lilly leads us to her dining room, I notice that most of her walls are blank, except for a large altar in the living room, hidden partially from view. The house seems relatively normal, and I wonder what supernatural being Lilly could possibly be. I'm still nervous since she looks like the siren. I know it can't be her because Sammy killed the evil thing, but I can't shake that memory.

"I hope you like pie." Lilly says, setting a slice in front of each of us. "I love pie. Thanks." Dean says. He begins eating and a look of pure joy crosses his face. "This is heavenly." He mumbles with a full mouth. I pick up a napkin and wipe a big stain of pie away from the corner of his mouth.

"Manners, darling." I say. He glares at me and then suddenly my phone begins to ring. Glancing at it, I realize it's Sammy.

"I'm sorry, I have to take this." I say, leaving the room. I answer the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ali?"

"Sammy. Hi."

"Where are you guys?"

"That little town with the disappearing kids." I whisper. I hear a giggle in the background and ask, "Sammy, who's that?"

"Just a friend. We'll be there in an hour."

"Okay. Bye Sammy."

I walk back into the dining room and find Dean and Lilly laughing and eating pie.

"Sweetie! Lilly is so cool! Like she makes awesome pie and she's funny!" Dean seems to be acting strange, so I decide to use the phone call to my advantage.

"I'm sorry to eat and run, but we have to go, Edward."

"No, it can wait." He says.

"Edward, it's Sammy. He needs help."

Deans eyes widen and he stands up.

"I'm sorry. Next time, we'll invite you over." I smile and grab Deans arm. Racing to the Impala, I turn around only to see Lilly staring at me with a murderous glare. Something doesn't feel right here, and I am determined to find out what.