I got to the top of the staircase and found the bathroom, shutting myself in.

"I need to stop making a habit out of this" I thought to myself.

Not only did hiding only draw attention to the fact that something was obviously bothering me, but it also didn't solve anything.

I walked over to the mirror taking in my reflection. My eyes were wide and my cheeks were flushed.

"Damn it" I thought as I quickly splashed some cold water on my face. Why did I have to dream about Dean? It just made everything more complicated than was necessary.

I took a deep breath and decided it was best to spend as little time holed up in the bathroom as possible. I opened the bathroom door and turned to walk down the stairs when something caught my eye.

The door to the room across the hall was open and I recognized the bay window looking out on the back of the property. I slowly entered the room and the familiarity struck me like a ton of bricks. It was the room from my dream.

"What the hell?" I asked out loud.

"Maggie?" I heard Deans voice from behind me.

I jumped not having heard him come upstairs.

"Dean," I yelled "Don't do that!"

"Sorry." He said, holding his hands up like he was afraid I was going to bolt. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's ok" I replied. "Just don't do it again"

"Fair enough" Was all he managed to reply.

I couldn't leave the bedroom as Dean was blocking the doorway, but the familiarity of the room from my recent dream was a bit much for me to take in. Not knowing where to look, I slowly made my way to the window to take in the view of the massive junk yard behind Bobby's house.

After a few minutes had passed in silence, I heard Dean move from his position by the door to join me by the window.

"So," he began. "Do you want to tell me why you're hiding up here?"

"Look, Dean" I said as I turned to face him. I hadn't realized how close he had gotten to me and the memory of my dream came flooding back. I could still feel Dean's lips on mine and his hands on my skin and was eager to experience it again.

Without thinking, I leaned towards him, pressing my lips against his, grasping his shoulders to pull myself closer to him. This is what I wanted, what I needed. From the moment he held my hand in the bar, it had just felt right. Something about Dean made everything going on around me seem ok, and that was exactly what I needed.

Realizing what I had done, I panicked. I let go of Dean and rushed for the bedroom door and paused to look back at him, the look of confusion on his face worsening.

"I'm sorry." I said sounding breathless as I turned and made my way down the stairs. I didn't know where I was going as I had never been to the house before. I got to the bottom of the stairs and could hear Sam's voice coming from down the hall.

"Dean just went to find her. Something's bothering her, but we can't figure out what." I heard him say.

"I wonder what it could be?" answered a voice I had never heard before. I could only assume it belonged to Bobby. "Only about a week ago she was living a normal life and now she's been on the run with two strangers talking about demons. Strange that she's not happy to be here, don't you think?"

I knew right then and there I was going to like Bobby. I giggled realizing that Sam and Dean really were clueless, which was a relief. Funnily enough, I was ok with most of what they had told me. Sure, the thought of having to face another Demon wasn't my idea of a fun time and made me want to burst into tears, but what concerned me most was how I was going to live being around Dean.

I was ashamed as soon as I had the thought. I had become one of those shallow girls who had much bigger fish to fry, but couldn't focus on any of it because she was too worried about a guy. Truth be told, my barely existent relationship with Dean really wasn't that big of a concern in the scheme of things. Sure, we had kissed, but that was all it was. It was pointless to dwell on drama that only existed in my head.

I made myself a promise in that moment that I would play it cool around Dean. Whatever happens happens and I needed to stop creating expectations that couldn't possibly be met. I liked Dean, and I liked being close to him. If that was going to make me happy and help me cope, then it shouldn't be something to be ashamed of or worry over. There was however the small problem of not knowing how Dean was feeling about this situation as well. I decided that I was going to try and put the awkwardness behind me and see what happens.

The sound of Bobby yelling at Sam brought my attention back to the situation at hand. I timidly made my way into the kitchen, not sure what I should be doing. I turned the corner to see Sam sitting with Bobby at a round kitchen table covered with books and papers. Did no one in this family know how to clean?

As soon as I made my entrance, both of the men looked to me and Sam stood to grab my arm and pull me towards the table.

"There you are." He said. "I was starting to worry about you. Where's Dean?"

"Still upstairs" I answered; not meeting Sam's questioning eyes.

"Ok," he said. "Well Maggie, this is Bobby."

As we approached the table, Bobby stood holding out his hand.

I slowly placed mine in his and he grasped it firmly, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"Nice to meet you, Maggie" he said. "Welcome"

"Hi" I said. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Don't believe a word of it" said Bobby. "I'm much nicer than these two idjit's make me out to be."

I felt at ease knowing that at least Bobby had some idea of what I was going through, even if Sam and Dean were oblivious. We sat around the table and I was surprised at how comfortable I felt around Bobby. Like I was home with my own family, sitting around the kitchen table each of us in turn sharing the highlights of our day. Except in this case, I was explaining to Bobby how I had killed a Demon with my bare hands and was whisked away by the Winchesters.

"And so Sam and Dean weren't too sure what our next move should be since they had never seen anything like this before, and that's how I ended up here." I finished.

Bobby had patiently listened to my account of the past couple of days, always paying attention and ever interrupting.

"Well," he said. "I'm happy to help."

"So you've seen something like this before?" I asked the hope obvious in my voice.

I knew the answer by the look on his face, and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Not exactly." He replied. "Unfortunately, I think Sam and Dean are right. The only way to figure out how you are able to do any of this is to find a Demon and see for ourselves."

That had been the one answer I was afraid of, but it seemed as though it was quickly becoming my only option.

"Ok" I said. "So what do I have to do?"

"Well," replied Bobby turning to face Sam. "I think the easiest option is to summon a cross-roads demon and use a Devil's Trap. That way, we can pick the location and have a decent amount of control over the situation."

The confusion must have been evident on my face, because when Bobby turned back to face me, I could have sworn I say a look of pity in his eyes.

"How about we talk about this tomorrow after you've had a chance to settle in for a little while?" he suggested. "I'm sure it was a long drive and you probably want a chance to relax for a change."

"Thanks, Bobby" I said standing from my seat at the table.

"Not a problem, darlin'" he said. Feel free to take your pick of any of the rooms upstairs and make yourself at home."

With that I turned from the kitchen and made my way back upstairs. I needed time to think everything over and be by myself for a little while. I decided that I was going to stay in the room from my dream, it being the most familiar to me.

I walked into the room and went straight for the bed. I was looking forward to the day that I wouldn't be too mentally tired to function for more than a couple of hours.