Lara's POV

Sleep. It should be a simple thing. All humans do it easily every night. All over the world people go to sleep when they are tired at night and wake up in the morning well rested. Then there is me. Sleep is the most terrifying horrible experience of my life. Every night I try to fight it off. I fight it like I am fighting a demon. I try to sleep only every few days and even then only during the day time. Usually I am not out on a mission during the daytime but it happens. Sometimes I am. Sometimes just being in the cell is enough to destroy me.

"I'm not waking her up. You can wait till she's awake." I hear Dean tell someone through my sleep induced haze. I can't hear the other person's response but I hear Dean again. "She has been asleep 8 hours and she needs more." Then the door to my room shuts.

I move over and flinch at the pain in my shoulder. I raise my hand up to my shoulder and my fingers scream out in pain. What the hell is going on? Oh shit. Last night comes flooding back to me. The broken fingers, the dislocated shoulder, the almost broken nose, the split lip. I am used to Balthazar fixing me every time I wake up. It's been awhile since I have had to actually feel the consequences of one of my dreams. "Dean." I croak out through my dry throat.

He turns around quickly and runs to my side of the bed. "Hey you are awake. How are you feeling?" He asks me while handing me a bottle of water. I take a deep gulp and let the water coat my parched throat.

"I feel much better. I slept really well." I say giving him a meek smile. He runs his hands through my hair moving my bangs out of the way. "Good, you went to bed around 6 am and it's 2 pm now. I woke you up every two hours or so. You slept fine." He tries to reassure me.

I stand up and stretch popping my shoulder just a bit. "I am going to run to the bathroom real quick." I tell him heading to the bathroom. Sam and Jo are on the couch cuddled up watching a movie and Rick and Luke are sitting at the table. I wave at them all and I know they want to talk but I keep going to the bathroom.

The moment the door closes I hear the flap of wings. I turn around and Balthazar grabs me into a hug. "I am so sorry. I tried to heal you before Dean came in but he was too fast." He mumbles quickly trying to apologize for something that isn't his fault. "I can heal you now."

I shake my head no in his chest. "You can't, if you do they will notice. There is another sound of flapping behind me and I twist around quickly and see another angel in the room. This one isn't in a vessel but he is controlling his true form. I know for experience that angels' true forms are huge. Uncle Cas used to show me his to make me laugh has a child. I give Balthazar a scared look and he smiles at me. "Sweet heart you may not remember him well but this is Michael. He thinks he can help your dream problem."

Since Balthazar seems to trust him I relax just a bit. "I have not seen you in many years my child. I have been told that you are suffering greatly. I cannot totally alleviate your pain but I can make it more tolerable. My brother Gabriel and I discussed it and we believe that I can create a partition in your mind that will allow you to know that your dreams aren't real…"

I start to interrupt him. "But they are real. They are happening."

"No child they are real for her not for you. You should not be experiencing them. Those moments are her path not yours. I cannot completely erase them but I can make them feel less real. As long as you do not cross paths with her you should be alright. If you meet someone from this life there is a chance that your brain will have a hard time realizing it's not real but the chances of meeting up with someone are slim to none. Will you allow me to help?" I like that he asks unlike Zachariah who would just do. I shake my head yes and he gently places his hands on my head. It doesn't hurt but it feels a bit uncomfortable like someone is digging though my brain. When he is done he smiles at me.

"Why are you in your true form?" I ask him slightly confused. Usually angels come to me in their vessels.

Michael looks at Balthazar than back at me. "Unlike most of my brothers I am too powerful to go into just any vessel. Like Gabriel and Raphael I need a special person to be able to contain me. Anyone else and I would basically liquefy their brain. Castiel may only have one true vessel but if he inhabits someone else for a short time he will not damage them where I would destroy them."

"What about Balthazar?" I ask. Balthazar chuckles. "I am a special case. My vessel died a few years ago and I was able to take over him during his transition. I am one of the few angels who actually is there vessel. I don't have to share with the man who lived here and I am not robbing him of anything."

"Now you need to go back out there before they all start to worry." Michael says almost pushing me out of the bathroom. I give them a hug and leave the bathroom. When I leave the bathroom everyone crowds me checking over my most recent battle wounds but I push them off.

"I am fine. No need to worry. Dean got me all patched up last night." I tell them all trying to get them to stop hovering over me like a broken doll. Dean comes out of the bedroom and I give him a pleading look. He sighs and puts his hands up. "Come on guys stop crowding her." They all step back and I feel like I can breathe again.

I head into the kitchen and start to pull things out of the fridge to make lunch for everyone. I really enjoy cooking even if it's what I do for a living now. After lunch Rick and Luke head off. They said they were just stopping by in town for the night before their next hunt. I hug them both and wish them well. They promise they will be back soon and that they will take me with them next time.

Ellen calls Jo and me and tells us to take the next few nights off. She knows how much we missed the Winchesters and she wants us to be happy. Sam and Jo head and out for the evening and Dean and I stay in. Dean and I get situated on the couch and I throw in a movie. "So do you want to talk about last night?" Dean asks me turning down the movie.

I really don't but I know I have too. "Not really." He gives me his best impression of Sam's bitch face and I sigh. "Fine I just don't know what else to say. I know you probably don't believe me but those dreams are of me. It's just not the me you know. It's a me that is kidnapped has a child and forced into a demon body farm. That is why they are so real. When I sleep it's like I step into her shoes."

Dean doesn't respond for a minute. I can tell he is shifting through all the information I just gave him. "If you tell me that's what you believe than I believe you. But I have some more questions. First of all why didn't you tell me how bad it had gotten? Why did you start shaking at dinner last night when you tried to eat? And are you doing drugs?

My eyes bug out. "Drugs?!" I shout at him. Dean tries to calm me down. "Yes drugs. I saw the kitchen I know you are using energy drinks and bee alert to stay awake so are you using drugs? You are so shaky all the time so it's a reasonable question."

I have the uncontrollable urge to hit him but I restrain myself. "No I am not doing drugs. I just drink and eat has much caffeine as possible to keep me awake. I try to keep myself from sleeping at any cost and that is why I am so shaky. When I come down off the caffeine and I start to get tired I shake. And the lasagna was freaking me out. I have had a hard time eating meat the last few weeks. In one of my dreams the demon was eating humans and I can't stop thinking how it tasted and felt in my mouth. And I didn't tell you because I know you had enough on your plate with Sammy and the demon to bother you with more."

He looks sad. Like I should have told him regardless. But I couldn't put more on him. "You know you can tell me anything right? No matter what. You come first Lara not some demon." He leans over and caresses my cheek. "You and Sammy are all I have left and you need to tell me when things are getting bad so I can fix them."

I smile at him. "I think things are going to get better Dean." He smiles back at me. I can tell he is relieved that I seem positive. "And why is that?"

"Just a feeling." I say with a shrug and focus back on the movie.

Sam's POV

Lara is going to kill me. I can imagine how she will do it too. With a gun because that is just how she rolls. Fuck I am a dead man! I think her last words to me when we left them a few weeks ago was take care of yourself and take care of Dean since he won't take care of himself. And what do I do? I let him get taken. Shit! FUCK!

If I thought she was mad the last time I called her from prison and told her we meant to get caught then I don't know what the term for her wrath will be time. Maybe enraged? No needs more power. She will be filled with a furious rage that will cause death and destruction to my person. Yeah maybe that is the way to describe how she will react.

Well I can't put this off much longer. The longer I wait to get her help the more risk Dean is in. I pick up my phone and I hit her number. It takes all of my will power not to hang up and hide in a corner. Lara shouldn't scare me. She is like a foot shorter than me and I can bench press more than she weighs but dammit I know how mad that girl can get. And I am not dumb enough to see that she is head over heels in love with Dean. And he is with her for that matter if he would get his head out of his ass.

"Hello, what's up Sam?" Lara asks on the other end. I take a deep breath. "I need you to come to Illinois."

There is a long pause on the other side of the phone. "And why is that Sammy?" She asks me. I can tell her curiosity is piqued.

"Um I may have lost Dean and I need help finding him before a djinn kills him." I spit out quickly. There is a moment of silence and a deep breath on the other side.

"Please tell me that Dean didn't get taken by a djinn Sammy." Lara practically begs. "I am sorry Lara but he did. I need your help."

"DAMMIT SAMMY! Do you have any fucking clue what djinns do to you?" She yells in to the phone. I wince. Dammit if I'm wincing now what the hell will I do when she is in my face. "Um actually I was kind of hoping you could fill me in on that. I was doing research and Dean was looking for the thing before he was taken. We weren't sure what we were looking for and I kind of figured it out but I still don't know that much about them."

"You fucking idiots! You went out looking for something without knowing what it was or what it could do! When I get there I am going to kick both your asses! Djinns put their victims to sleep by making them live out their wishes so they are content to just stay there while they drain them of their blood. It seems like a full life to them when in reality it's just a few days." She screams at me.

Well that doesn't seem so bad. I mean compared to what these creatures normally do. "So how long do we have? You know to find him?" I can hear Lara throwing her shit together and I bet she is already in her car already. "A few days maybe a week max. I will be there in a few hours. I need you to research every abandoned building within a 50 mile radius and we are going to go find your idiot brother unless of course he doesn't want to leave his little fantasy world that is no doubt strippers feeding him pie in a beer factory somewhere."

I don't mean to chuckle but that is kind of a funny scene. "Don't you fucking laugh Sammy! You get to fucking work and I'll be there in a few hours." And she shuts her phone off. I can imagine her slamming it down on her chair like it is poisonous right now. I also know she is probably turning up her music to loud to help calm her down just like Dean would do.

I pull out a map and my lap top and get to work. I need to figure how where he could be and have a list of possible spots before Lara gets here in the morning or she will kill me for sure. I wonder what his fantasy world will be? I have feeling it's not strippers and beer anymore.