Asher wandered into a foreign Dreamland. He was surrounded by stacks of books and filing cabinets. He slid one drawer open and fingered through a file. It seemed to be about a young girl being beaten by her therapist. Asher noped that right back into the cabinet.

Walking a bit further he pulled a random book off of the shelf which seemed to detail the use of a magical spell. Flipping ahead a few pages he saw something about kidney failure. He decided he was done with the book at that point and slipped it back onto the shelf.

A few more paces forward and he realized he was approaching a door. It was large and ominous, an almost ornate pattern traced into the ancient wood. The knob turned willingly and he stepped out of what he now realized was the dark backroom of a much larger structure.

The brighter area blinded him a bit. He could also tell that this area was much cleaner, the smell went from dusty to a nose hair searing bleach. Once his senses caught up to the changes he realized there was a young woman staring at him.

Her gothic style complimented the straight black raven hair that was clipped up on her head. Her wrists were covered in tons of different bracelets. Asher saw one that looked familiar and it took him a minute to realize it matched the one on his wrist.

"What the fuck were you doing in the restricted section? You can't just walk back there. Did you look at anything? You did, didn't you!" It was pretty clear that she wasn't going to give him a chance to actually answer any of her questions, "What the? How did you get that?!" she paced over to him and snatched the bracelet off his wrist, happy with the regained symmetry, "Not cool."

"I'm so-" Asher was quickly cut off.

"So, who the fuck are you and why are you in my dream? Is this yet another punishment?" she seemed to shout to the world around them, "I can't get any peace in my dreams either now?! Is nothing sacred?!"

Asher waited with her for a response, when nothing came he spoke up himself again, "I'm Asher. I think I'm here because of your bracelet." He reflexively lifted his wrist to show it and there it was again as if she'd never touched it.

"Ah, what the fuck? Give me that back, damnit!" she yanked the bracelet off his wrist again, putting it back in place.

"Sorry. That was an accident, I think." Asher was still getting a hold of dream logic.

She turned to him, shocked, "Wait. Did you just apologize to me?"

"Yeah," dream logic wasn't the only confusing thing here.

The girl stepped closer to him, "Are you still sorry?"

"Uh, yep."

She moved even closer, "And now?"

"Sure."

A couple more steps and she was almost on top of him, "What about now?" She kind of cringed and seemed to be bracing herself, like Asher might reach out and hit her at any moment.

"Yes."

She stares Asher in the eye for a minute before finally appearing to relax, "So, how did you get here? And why did you have my bracelet?"

Asher took a second to think and this was apparently too long, "I-".

"What kind of person comes in through the restricted section? I swear, you better not have been nosing around in there. It's off limits, got it? Restricted. Section. It's even in the name, see? Not really that hard of a concept to understand." she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

Asher took advantage of this brief pause, "I think I'm here because of your bracelet. Sometimes I end up in other people's dreams, apparently. I didn't choose to come in that way, it's just where I appeared." Asher felt his irritation at being talked over creep into his face.

The young woman braced herself again and surprisingly stayed quiet. After a few seconds she seemed relieved, "Whew, well, don't go back there. It's awful. No one should. Asher? Kind of weird name. Knew a guy named Ashe once. Total tool." She looked Asher over again, "You don't seem like a tool though. You're not trying to hurt me, so that's a plus right there."

"Why would I hurt you?" Asher hadn't yet stopped being confused, but it seemed like she was letting him talk now.

"Everyone does. It's what I get for being me, I guess. I used to think some god was punishing me, but then I realized if there were gods one of them would probably make at least one thing go well in my life. And it's just been a shit show for years, so I'm pretty sure we're on our own down here."

Asher flashed back to the details of the case that Dean and Sam had shared with him, "So, those people getting hurt. That's been self defense? Did you shoot that guy?"

"Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." the woman was snapping an elastic bracelet against her arm repeatedly, "That was real. He shot him. Bad Lilly! You get hurt, you don't kill people. Fuck guns. Stupid things."

Asher tried to stop her from snapping the bracelet again. Lilly dodged away from him and fell to the floor, "No! Don't touch me! I don't know where you've been!" she was keeping her distance.

Asher held his hands up, palms open, "Sorry, I was trying to help. The guy is in the hospital, he's in critical condition, but he didn't die."

Lilly seemed to relax a little, "He's not dead." she muttered this a few more times under her breath before she stood back up.

"What happened?" Asher tried to use as gentle a tone as possible.

"Crazy ass people carrying guns is what happened. Definitely traveled way too far south. I needed supplies though. Had to go into town, wasn't going to walk in without some kind of protection."

"Protection?"

"Yeah, the spell. Only works for a short time, makes people hate each other instead of me. Kind of hard to pick up herbs, books, and food if people want to punch you in the face until you stop moving."

"Wait, what? Why would anyone want to do that?"

At this point she just laughed maniacally for almost a full minute, "Oh, you don't know either? Seems to just be what I get for living. Must have really fucked up in a past life or something. You don't seem to want to hit me, what's so different about you?"

Asher frowned, "I'm fae, an incubus specifically, I suppose."

"No, shit?" Lilly seemed to get the confirmation she needed from his face, "An actual fae? I've only read about you guys. Wait, you said incubus. Wouldn't that make you a demon?" her eyes narrowed.

"Apparently not." Asher shrugged.

"Huh, weird." she looked away for a moment before her eyes snapped back to Asher, "Wait? How did you know what happened? And you have my bracelet? Are you following me? You're following me!"

"Kind of."

"Well, what the fuck are you following me for?"

A single question all on it's own, what a novelty, "My friends are trying to find you."

"More fae? Great, I pissed off a whole other race. Fan-fucking-tastic!"

"Well, no. Actually, yes to the f-" Asher had to stop himself from talking. If he couldn't tell Sam and Dean that Lizzy was fae, he definitely shouldn't be telling a stranger, "You didn't piss off a race of people. My friends are human, mostly. They're just worried about the people getting hurt."

Another glare from Lilly, "And what are your friends going to do when they find me? Have you thought about that?"

"Actually, no. I hadn't. I don't think they'd hurt you though."

Another burst of maniacal laughter, this one longer than the last, "not hurt me. That's a good one. I like you, you're funny. Ha! Not hurt me." She shook her head in disbelief.

"I can talk to them. Explain the situation. I'm sure they'd leave you be if they knew it was self-defense."

Lilly had begun scanning the shelves. It seemed like most of the books and files in this area were dedicated to spells and rituals. Eventually she found what she wanted and began thumbing through a book of hiding spells, "Nope. Trust me. If they're human they're just gonna wanna hurt me. Do your friends carry guns?"

Asher thought about the arsenal he'd seen in the back of the Impala, "I'll talk to them."

She took that as a yes, "How about instead, you guys just leave me alone? I want to live, ok? That's it. Just want to see another day." she settled on a page.

"And I want to help."

"Damnit. I really did like talking to you Asher. Sorry, but, uh, just can't let your gun toting buddies find me. So, see you never?" she began to mumble some words in a language that Asher didn't understand.

"I really will talk to them, I meant it." As the words left his mouth the dream started to dissipate like a fog lifting. He was alone in blackness for a minute before he woke up. He quickly sat up, taking in a sharp breath.

"Mornin', sex doll," Lizzy was standing by the table in the room, looking ready to hunt.

Asher rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, "Sam and Dean?"

"Eh, passed out eventually last night, I'm sure. They might have been up for a while, probably could use some more sleep." She was still trying to stay ahead of the boys, attempting to get Asher to herself, and track down Lilly.

"I'll go get them."

Lizzy cursed under her breath, "No, no, I'll go. Need to get you some clothes anyway. Can't have you wandering the motel in just a sheet."

Asher realized he really didn't have any actual clothes at this point and was forced to acquiesce, "Can I use your shower then?"

"Feel free" Lizzy stepped out the front door and left Asher to get ready for the day.

Asher was drying off when he heard the door open again, except it wasn't Lizzy coming back, it was Dean. The incubus smiled and set the towel around his waist. Dean set a pile of fabric on the table, which appeared to be a full set of clothes.

Asher rushed over to him, but Dean stopped him by putting a hand up, "Just dropping these off."

"Really?" Asher's sadness flooded to his face.

Dean couldn't look at him, "Look, I just need some time ok?"

"Oh, alright." Asher dropped his towel and started to get dressed.

Dean couldn't help but peek, deciding he better go before he did something that made him even more confused, "We'll all be outside, ok? Sam and Lizzy are waiting in Baby."

"No, wait. I wanted to tell you something." Asher reached out to stop Dean, and frowned when the hunter flinched away, "The girl, Lilly, I was in her dream last night."

"What?"

"Yeah, Lizzy got her bracelet yesterday. I guess it let me connect with her. I'm still not sure how that works."

"So, what are we dealing with then?"

"I'm not sure, exactly. She might be a little crazy. Said something about everyone always wanting to hurt her. She did seem surprised when I didn't want to."

"Ok, she's paranoid then."

"No, she was just trying to protect herself. Said she had to do a spell just come into town without everyone wanting to punch her in the face."

"Wait, you're telling me she's a witch?"

Asher thought back to all the spellbooks he'd seen in her head, "I guess."

"Then we really need to get a move on. Catch up to her before she can hurt anyone else."

Asher could sense there was something Dean wasn't telling him, he wasn't sure if it had to do with Lilly or with the two of them and didn't want to press the issue right now, "Promise me something?"

"What's that?"

"Promise me that I can talk to her first, before you guys do anything."

"Really?"

"Yes, you guys told me that she makes other people fight each other right? Well, you and Sam have done enough fighting because of me. Maybe I can stop whatever it is she does?"

"Fine, I promise I'll let you talk to her first." Dean finally looked at Asher now that he was fully dressed, "Ok?"

"Ok, thank you" Asher caught Dean's eyes for a moment before the hunter looked away.

The two headed out of the room and climbed into the Impala. The group headed back to the edge of town where Lilly's trail had gone cold for Asher the day before. With the bracelet he was able to get a better bearing on where the young woman had run to after the chaos in town. Leaving Baby behind, they all headed into the woods with Asher in the lead.

Sam was still worried about having hurt his brother. Dean was trying to figure out if he could truly care about an incubus. Lizzy was still scheming, trying to figure out how to get to their target first. Asher was hoping that Dean would keep his promise. With all these motives floating around, this manhunt was sure to disappoint someone, but none of them would be prepared for how it was going to end.