Sarah shot up from the sofa. She was breathing rapidly and sweat was pouring down her face. Dean stirred next to her but fell back asleep. She looked around to see if she had awoken anyone else. Fiona was on the sofa opposite, curled up next to Sam and they were both asleep. Alison was asleep over a pile of books. Bobby wasn't in the room so she didn't think that she woke him up.

Sarah got up quietly and snuck outside. She looked at her phone and sighed, it was twenty-past two in the morning. She sat on the wooden steps and drew her jumper around her tighter. She thought about her nightmare. It was about when she shot her dad. It just kept replaying over and over and over again. Silent tears ran down her face. She thought about Louise, Dean and her mother. She missed her mother. She composed herself and stood up. She didn't want to go back inside, so she decided just to say where she was. She sat back down and laid her head on a beam. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, was it possible for this to end well?

She nearly jumped a mile when someone put their hand on her shoulder. She took a deep breath to calm herself when she noticed it was only Sam.

"Hey, sorry I didn't mean to scare you." he said apologetically.

Sarah smiled and shook her head. "Its fine Sam, I'm just a little jumpy at the moment. Couldn't sleep?" she asked.

Sam shook his head and took a seat next to her. "No. Too many thoughts in my head at the moment." he sighed. "I don't know. This case is getting to me; well it's not a case per say, but its getting to me." he put his head in his hands and Sarah ran a comforting hand over his back.

"I know what you mean. I knew Jo had a thing for Dean, but I didn't think she would go this far to get him, you know? I mean, I don't know if having a relationship is worth all this." Sarah said, tears starting to form in her eyes. Sam looked up at her.

"None of us thought Jo would go this far, and you need to stop blaming yourself, and don't try to deny it because I know you are." he said forcefully.

Sarah sighed and nodded. She knew he was right but didn't know how to stop blaming herself. Tears started to pull at her and Sam must have sensed this because he put a comforting arm around her and she buried her face in the crook of his arm. Small tears again made their way down her face and Sam ran a strong hand over her back to comfort her.

She hadn't known the boys for long but she was already in love with one and felt like the other was her brother. She wiped her tears and went to sit up but Sam held her there, she didn't know why but she was grateful for the gesture.

After a while she felt like she felt like she was drifting off to sleep. Sam was still rubbing her back and they were just sitting quietly comforting each other. Sarah eventually fell asleep, an uneasy sleep, but sleep none-the-less.

When Sarah awoke she was back on the sofa and it was morning. She looked around; there was nobody in the room except Sam.

She felt a little guilty because Sam had probably carried her in and he also stayed up with her. Sarah smiled as she looked at him, he looked very peaceful.

"Can you stop staring at me please?" he asked quietly, with his eyes still closed.

She got a small fright but smiled, "How did you know I was watching?" Sarah replied.

"Call it a sixth sense." he joked, and turned onto his side.

"What time did you get to sleep last night?" Sarah asked concerned.

Sam sighed. "A little after three but it's not your fault." he replied hastily.

Sarah shook her head. "Did you bring me back in?" she asked gratefully.

Sam nodded.

"Thanks." she said quietly.

"It's fine." he replied, getting up and coming to sit next to her.

"Do you know where the others are?" Sam asked looking around.

Sarah looked around also. Now that he brought it up she couldn't hear anyone or see anyone. She shook her head.

"Come on lets look outside, that's where they'll be." she said and they got up.