~Chapter 28 ~

A 5-year old Isabel was laughing as she was picked up and spun around by a man with gray hair, green eyes, dark pants, a white shirt with a blue over coat.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" she shouted.

"And how is my beautiful Granddaughter?" he asked with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Which one?" Isabel asked with a bright smile.

"The one I am holding in my arms of course."

"I am good."

"Taking care of your Baby Sister?"

"Yes sir," Isabel said with a firm nod, "When she starts crying, I go and get her favorite stuffed rabbit to make her laugh."

"Yeah?" he asked, "Does it work?"

Isabel nodded with a bright smile. Isabel's Mom walks out of the house carrying Lily.

"Rebecca, baby how are you?"

"Hi Dad," Rebecca said with a smile, kissing his cheek, "Worn out, the kids keeping me busy as ever."

"They tend to do that," he said with a laugh.

"But I help Mommy," Isabel stated proudly.

"That she does," another man said as he walked out of the house, with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing old jeans with a green t-shirt.

"Hello Jacob."

"Hello Maxwell."

"You know, I think you have been married to my daughter long enough to call me Max as least."

Jacob grinned as he put his arm around Rebecca's shoulders, "Yeah, but I still can't forget the first time I met you out of my head and you demanded I call you Maxwell."

"Well of course. You were taking my Baby out on her first date, so I had every right to torture you."

"I really can't say I agree with that, but then again, Isabel isn't old enough to date yet."

"Believe me, Jacob, when that time comes you will have to carry a baseball bat and a shot gun to keep the boys away."

Isabel giggled, "Your funny Grandpa."

They all walk inside. Suddenly there is nothing but blackness and screaming.

"ISABEL! ISABEL… Isabel?"

"Isabel? Isabel, wake up. You're having a bad dream."

Isabel woke suddenly to someone gently shaking her. Blinking to get the sleep out of her eyes, she saw Sam sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Sam? What time is it?"

"It's a little after four. You were having a nightmare or something. Tossing and turning, and you're sweaty," He said motion to her night shirt that clung to her, "Are you alright?"

Isabel sits up and takes a deep breath, then asks, "Did I wake you?"

Sam shook his head, "No. I uh… I get nightmares and stuff sometimes, so I usually don't sleep all through the night. So that's why I'm up."

"You're nightmares come true sometimes, don't they?"

"Yeah… but this was an old one… just a nightmare about my past."

She slowly nodded, "So was mine."

Sam looked at her, "Do… do you wanna talk about it?"

Isabel stared at her hands as her fingers drew patterns on the covers. Sam watched her silently.

"It was just a nightmare… about my family," Isabel said, "My Mom, right before she died."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sam said reaching out to take her hand, "Where you close with your Mom?"

"For a 5-year-old, yes."

"You were 5? Wow, Dean was only 4 when our Mom pasted. But I'm sure you knew that and that I was just a baby…"

Isabel nodded, "Yes, I did. But I know you trying to help Sam, thanks."

"What was she like?"

"My Mom?" Isabel asked.

Sam nodded.

Isabel smiled softly, "She was one of the sweetest persons you could know. Never quick to judge, always had a smile on, and ready to help anyone at the drop of a hat."

"She sounds like a wonderful person," Sam said gently, "What was her name?"

"Rebecca," Here Isabel paused for a moment, then reached for her backpack that she had set beside the bed the night before. She pulled it into her lap, opened it and pulled out a small photo album. She opened it and took out a picture, looking at it, and then up at Sam, she slowly handed it to him.

Sam carefully took the picture and looked it. There was a woman in blue jeans with a yellow blouse and blue heart necklace, with a bright smile, sparkling hazel eyes, with the same hair as Isabel just a bit lighter color – she looked like Isabel's twin. And in her arms was a little girl, with rosy cheeks, brilliant smile, dazzling hazel eyes, hair that matched the woman's and hugging her tightly, wearing a simple purple sundress.

He looked up at Isabel, "Is this?"

She nodded.

"She was beautiful. You look like her sister, not her daughter. Who is the little girl?"

"Me."

"You were adorable."

"Thanks, Sam." Isabel says softly.

He handed her back the picture and she put it all away.

"Do you normally have nightmares?"

"No. I think it might be because I am back here and with what is happening to Sarah has got my nerves on the frits."

"What do you mean back here?"

Isabel looked at him for a moment and then said gently, "Because this town is where my Mom died."