~Laura's P.O.V.~

I had walked at least four blocks before my feet gave out and I couldn't continue. I collapsed on the sidewalk outside a restaurant window. My legs spread out before me I tried to catch my breath. I felt like a homeless person and with my barefeet I probably looked like one too. Then a passerby tripped over my spread out legs, "Ow!" I exclaimed but they didn't seem to take notice.

It was only until his friends caught up to him that I began to question things. "Tripping over your own two feet again, eh Raymond?" His friend came up to him and patted, talking in a Canadian accent.

"Not this time you guys, I swear there was something there that tripped me, I felt it." He protested.

"Sure…" Said his lady friend catching up to the rest.

"No I swear it! I felt something there and it tripped me only I didn't see it!" They continued like this down the street until they were out of earshot. That made three people in total that had not seemed to see or hear me, I'm starting to think this is pointing to something.

Next to the busy restaurant I was leaning against, there was a chinese store that was out of business, the lights were off inside and with the street lights behind me it made a pretty good mirror.

I walked over and looked in, mostly curious about how if I really did look like homeless person. Only my reflection wasn't there…I couldn't see myself like I would normally. The only thing I saw was a large demonic symbol where my neck should have been. It glowed with a lilac aura to it and when I lifted my hand to touch where it should have been on my neck I couldn't see my hand but the light from the symbol was momentarily blocked and then unblocked when I removed my hand.

The symbol formed an elongated 'z' like shape with another curved line touching the bottom of the 'z' and continuing down my neck into the neckline of my shirt, on both sides of the 'z' were small dots that glowered with just as much silent brilliance as the rest of the symbol. My skin didn't feel any different, I didn't feel any indentations or scars on my neck just smooth normal skin. I then reached out and touched the reflection of the symbol. As with any reflection when I touched it the shadow of my arm fell over the symbol obscuring it slightly, only my arm was still not visible in the window.

"What the hell?!" I almost screamed and backed away. Wiping my eyes, sure it was just my eyes playing tricks on me. When I opened them again the symbol was still there and my body still wasn't. What I was seeing was real, I had no reflection….Did this mean I was dead? What does this symbol mean, could it be the symbol of death? If so then where was my reaper, my glowing light? Where was my heaven? I panicked on the inside and before I could stop and think my feet were running me away from the scene. What am I going to do? Screamed a voice inside my head. I'm going to find a way back to Dean, Sam and Jess thats what! My brain screamed back, but that panicky voice in my head wouldn't stop.

What was that symbol for? Am I really dead?

Shut up! You're not dead! That's not possible you made it out of the demons nest alive right?

Why can't anyone see me then? It wasn't half wrong, as I ran down the street I occasionally bumped into a person and as I did I pushed them out of the way. The person would respond by looking dazed and searching the sidewalk for anyone who could've hit them but no one was close enough to. Once I hit a christian girl, with a chastity ring and a cross on her neck, she began muttering a prayer under her breath.

I'm not the devil bitch! I'm just...lost.

Ok Laura stop it! Get a hold of yourself, you've got to find Dean, Sam and Jess. I forced my feet to stop running and stood there panting. I looked for a street sign, a few feet away I saw one that said Jefferson Hamilton Street. I then looked for a place where I could sleep. I saw a giant box in an alleyway across the street. I quickly ran over to the box and found a tarp that I could put over the box to keep it from getting soaked throughout the night. It was at this point in my day that I truly felt like a homeless person. Luckily, I found an old tattered blanket that someone recently threw out and covered myself with it.

~Dean's P.O.V.~

It was still the middle of the night and I couldn't sleep. Sam and Jess were sleeping in the same bed again, looking at them somehow made me feel even lonelier. I turned over but still my mind wouldn't rest. I couldn't take it anymore so I got up and wrote a letter to Sam.

Loading my shotgun into my duffel and my handgun in the back pocket of my jeans I headed out the door. If we were gonna find Laura we had to do it quickly. I walked to my baby, the impala, threw my stuff in the back and started the engine.

The next town over was Vegas, and much as I loved to indulge my feelings over a shot glass and a hooker by my side, with the current situation the sight of casino and bars gave me a headache. Searching by car would be no use, demons aren't gonna stand on the side of the road with a glowing sign in hand that says "Laura's right here! Come get us!" I parked the impala in an old alleyway, stinking of smoke and wet from the rain.

I must have searched at least four blocks, but no sulfur no black eyes, nothing to suggest that demons are there. Finally though, I came across something that caught my attention. A tarp was placed over a box, the better to keep out water, looking closer I saw a tattered blanket.

Under the blanket however...was nothing. Someone had obviously placed the tarp and blanket here to make a place to stay warm and sleep while on the streets, but no one was there. I looked closer and realized something was holding up the blanket, I wasn't sure what but that blanket was on top of something. I leaned in to pull the blanket back, but it revealed nothing. Nothing was there. I hadn't come any closer to finding her. For the first time in a long time I knew what it was like to miss somebody. Without me knowing Laura had found a way to my heart, it sounds stupid because we've only known each other for a week but it was true.

Suddenly the top of the box bent upwards and then was pushed away from me. Thinking it could've been a ghost I drew my handgun. "Who's there? Show yourself you son of a bitch." I shouted into the alleyway, I got a few strange looks from people passing by but other than that the ghost seemed to be gone. Suddenly I felt a tug on my jacket. This ghost wasn't done but it didn't seem to be violent, it seemed to be leading me somewhere. I followed the insistent tugs on my jacket, they lead me out of the alleyway and in front of a store window. I couldn't believe my eyes at first, I blinked and looked closer at the window. I saw myself, looking like a badass, but beside me, at about neck height, there was a strange 'z' like symbol. It looked demonic but I hadn't seen it before. Thinking ahead I took out a piece of paper and scribbled the symbol on it.

"Castiel get your feathery ass down here now!" I shouted, mostly at nothing. That was one of the luxuries in the city, nobody cares if you're crazy. Almost instantly Cas was beside me, looking too infuriated for his own good.

"Dean?" He said he looked over my shoulder, his eyes got bigger and he stopped scowling. "I see you've found Laura for the worse."

"What? Cas what are you-" I turned to look behind me, the 'z' symbol was still in the shop window but no one else was there. "I need you to tell me what this symbol means." Cas looked impatient but he took the piece of paper I handed him and explained.

"It's a demonic symbol, one made for silence and invisibility. Most likely, when Laura was captured, a demon placed this symbol on her. Now, no one can see or hear her...she's right behind you."

I turned around but I couldn't see anything, I just felt another tug on my jacket. My gaze turned towards the shop window, where the symbol still stood. "How come you can see her then?"

"I'm an angel, Dean, demonic symbols have no power over me."

I turned around, but I still couldn't see Laura, I don't know why I expected to. My heart dropped anyway. My hand reached out to the spot where Cas said Laura was. I didn't know what I was reaching for but I felt a hand take mine. Warm fingers enclosed mine, I couldn't see or hear her but Laura was right beside me. I had finally found her, I had to fight the urge to smile and forced myself to focus on the task at hand. I let go of her hand and turned back to Cas.

"So…" I cleared my throat. "How do we get her back to normal."

Cas hesitated and then said "Follow me." He turned and walked into the alleyway, I felt Laura grab my hand and, tightening my fingers around hers, we followed Cas.

Once we were back at the car Cas turned to my right and, a little forcefully, placed one hand about where Laura's heart would be and the other at head height. First Laura started to glow, an outline of purple light, when I blinked again Laura was back to normal, and Cas was gone. Laura looked startled, she looked down at her hands as if seeing them for the first time, then she looked up at me.

"Laura! Thank God." I said and promptly hugged her. I hadn't realized I was squeezing her until she said:

"Dean, I can't breathe!"

"Sorry, sorry." I pulled away and looked at her. She looked okay, though barefoot and her hair was a little ruffled. "You okay?"

"Yeah. I'm glad you finally found me."

"I'm glad, too. We should get back to Sam and Jess." I walked to the driver's side of the car.

"Good idea." Laura replied while getting to the passenger's side. We both got in at the same time. I started the car and we were on our way back to the motel in Boulder City.