A/N: I know. All I can say is I'm sorry for the delay. I tried to make it long, so I hope it works for you. This contains the episodes Dream A Little Dream of Me, Mystery Spot, and Jus In Bello. I went through Dream and decided I didn't like doing the episodes fully so the others are written as journal entries. Hope you guys like it. I'm sure some people probably thought I was never going to update. Thanks to hose of you who reviewed the last chapter. I hope this answers some of your questions. *cough*winchesterxgirl*cough*. ;) Anyway, enjoy. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: Of course I still own nothing that is recognizable.

We got back to the motel room and I immediately called Reid. I decided not mention anything about the college applications. I didn't want to get his hopes up just in case I didn't get in. He told me that Missy had started bugging him again when she heard I had left. Kate had come up ready to punch her again when Reid told Missy off. He said he was glad that the projects were being presented on Monday and he wouldn't have to deal with Missy alone anymore. I had completely forgotten about the project and I felt bad that they were going to have to pick up the slack after losing two members of their group. He, of course, told me not to worry. He said he was going to the library with Tyler tomorrow and he would wrap up the report.

We spent the next hour or two talking about nothing and just sitting in silence. It was obvious that neither of us wanted to be the first to hang up. I lost that battle when Mason demanded I get off and go to bed. Reid said he would call me tomorrow and we got off. Dean of course started teasing me as soon as I hung up.

"Jeez Lil' Bit, never knew you could be such a girl. You've been hanging out with Samantha too much if you spend two hours on the phone with your boyfriend saying nothing."

"Stuff it Dean."

"No need to. I'm all natural," he replied smirking. Leave it to him to turn a simple shut up into something sexual. I scrunched up my face in disgust. I so did not want that image in my head.

"Pervert," I said and threw a pillow at his head. He easily dodged it and laughed as he walked through the door that connected our rooms. I knew he was just teasing me like he always does, but I still caught a glimpse of something in his eye that told me he was sad. Dean was happy for me, I knew that, but I also had the feeling that he wished he could have what Reid and I have. His time was running short and I could tell he wished he was leaving something great behind. Dean might never admit it unless he was flat out wasted, but I knew he wanted a family of his own. In my honest opinion, he would make a really great dad.

I was rudely awakened by a loud, incessant pounding on the door. Looking at the clock I saw it was about four in the morning. I groaned and buried my head under my pillow. The knocking continued.

"Mason?" I received a snore in reply. "Mason!," I yelled as I chucked my extra pillow at him. He shot up and grabbed the knife from under his pillow. He quickly looked around and then sent a glare in my direction. "Answer the door." With that I buried my head back under my pillow and pulled my blanket tight around me.

"Why the hell didn't you get it?," he grumbled as he crawled out of bed and made his way to the annoying person on the other side.

"I'm trying to sleep," I said through my pillow. I heard him open the door and some quick mumbles. The next thing I knew my covers were yanked off of me and the cold air from the opened door enveloped me. "What the hell?!," I screeched.

"Get moving Lil' Bit. We have to go."

"Dean it's four in the morning. Trust me the case isn't going anywhere.

"No it's not, but we are. Bobby is in the hospital." That statement sent me bolt upright in the bed.

"What?" I gave him an incredulous look and jumped up to throw my clothes into my bag.

"Just received a call from a hospital in Pittsburgh. He's in a coma." I followed Dean out the door as I pulled my shoes on. He tossed my bag in the trunk and I hopped in the back. I curled up in the seat and drifted back to sleep, knowing the guys would wake me once we were in Pittsburgh. It wasn't long before we were walking down the hall from Bobby's room.

"So what are you thinking?," I asked as we climbed back into the Impala. The doctors had nothing for us, which meant it was time to start digging.

"I'm thinking we need to get to his motel room," Dean said as he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. We got to the motel and checked in before heading to Bobby's room. It was easy enough to pick the lock to get in. After a few minutes of searching we hit the jackpot. Bobby had tucked his research away behind his clothes. Dean and Sam took off to question the lab assistant and I stayed in the room doing research on the plant that we had found a picture of in Bobby's research. Mason had the task of babysitting me to make sure I stayed put.

About an hour later Sam showed up minus Dean. He had taken off to talk to one of Dr. Gregg's test subjects. Sam handed over the files and we started working our way through them. I had managed to locate the plant and we head back to the hospital to meet up with Dean. He was sitting next to Bobby's bed when we walked in.

"How is he?," Sam asked as I made my way over to the bed. I took in Bobby's appearance. He looked so calm and at ease. When he was awake he always seemed so stressed. I knew, however, that he probably was not at peace in his mind right now. We had to wake him up before he died in there and we lost him. None of us could take that hit.

"Good work Lil' Bit." I turned to see Dean looking at me and nodding his head in approval. Sam must have told him what we had found. I shrugged my shoulders. It was no big deal, research was second nature to me. We head out of Bobby's room and start working on a plan. It's obvious we need to get a hold of some Dream Root.

"Crap," Dean looks torn.

"What?," Sam and I asked at the same time.

"Bela."

"Crap."

"Who is Bela?," I ask completely confused. It takes a minute. "Wait is she the one that had the Impala towed." Dean's face starts to heat up at that.

"Thanks for reminding me Lil' Bit." I duck my head. I know how much that car means to Dean and Sam told me all about the panic attack he had when they walked out and couldn't find it.

"So you're actually suggesting we ask her for a favor?," Mason asked.

"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah," Dean replied as we continued down the hall. A couple of hours later, we were back in the motel room trying to figure out what to do since Bela refused to help us. I was filling out my college applications while Dean and Mason are working on interpreting the doctor's messy notes. Sam was asleep at the desk and making some very disturbing noises. I so did not need to hear those sounds coming from my brothers.

"Would you please do something?," I asked sending a glance over to Dean. He smirked and I glared in return. He rolled his eyes then turned to Sam.

"Sam! Wake up!" Sam quickly shot up and wiped the drool from his mouth. I went back to my applications and tuned out my brothers' conversation. I had talked with Ellen earlier and she had said I could use her new roadhouse as my address since there was no one in Texas to pick up my mail. She was happy that I was going to college. I was interrupted once again by a knock on the door. Dean opened the door to reveal a tall, slender brunette.

"You called me remember?" So this is Bela. Yeah, she looks like a bitch. "And who are these lovely people?"

"Mason," he said sticking out his hand.

"Well, Mason it's a pleasure to meet you. I must say it's quite nice to hear my native accent in this group of rough necks. And you my dear?" She turned to me. Just looking at her made my blood boil. She had humiliated my brothers one too many times.

"My name's Addison and I'm not your dear." I could see Dean's self-satisfied smirk as he stood behind her.

"Right, well shall we get on with this?" She pulled something out of her bag and tossed it to Dean. "Pretty nasty stuff there. Not ease to come by either."

"Why the change?," Dean asked suspiciously. It was obvious we couldn't trust her.

"Bobby saved my life once. In Flagstaff." I still didn't trust her. After she left Dean and Sam set to work on preparing the Dream Root. Of course, Mason and I had to stay behind. We sat there waiting for what seemed like forever when suddenly Dean and Sam popped up. We figured out that our culprit was Jeremy Frost. He was the test subject that Dean had gone to question and Dean being Dean made the stupid move of leaving behind his DNA for Jeremy. Now we were stuck trying to find him and keeping Dean awake. It had been two days and we were nowhere close to finding the asshole. I had managed to convince Dean and Sam to let me tag along with them. Mason stayed with Bobby and Bela.

We were cruising around in the Impala and Dean was extremely high strung. Note to self: No coffee for Dean for the next three months. I had tuned out Dean's angry yells after a while because they weren't really helping us. It only served to make everyone else more high strung.

"Great, well I'm just going to go blow my brains out now!!" Obviously Bobby and Mason haven't had any luck either. That Bela bitch better be pulling her weight or I'm going to have a little talk with her. Suddenly Dean takes a turn down a side road in the woods and stops.

"That's it. I'm done." He curls up in the seat. I sit forward and shared a worried glance with Sam.

"What the hell is he doing?," I ask Sam completely astonished that Dean is giving up.

"Taking myself a long overdue nap," Dean replied.

"Dean, Jeremy can come after you," Sam shouted. We were all at our breaking point.

"That's the idea," Dean says.

"Excuse me?" Sam and I said at the same time.

"We can't find him so let him come to us," Dean explains.

"On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?" Sam asked incredulously.

"I can handle it," Dean said.

"The hell you can. Dean you are in no condition to take on this psycho." I was trying to make Dean see reality. Sam reached over and yanked a piece of Dean's hair out. "Now what are you doing?"

"He's not going in alone."

"Good point." I reached over and grabbed some of Dean's hair as well.

"You're staying here," Dean said reaching across the back of the seat to grab my hand.

"You either let me go now or I wait until you two are out and come in on my own," I stated with finality. I was tired of being left behind on this job. I had moved my hand just out of Dean's reach and was pressed up against the backdoor on the passenger's side. Dean and I engaged in a glaring contest until Sam interrupted.

"Just let her go Dean. You know she'll get there either way." Dean turned a murderous glare towards Sam. I quirked my eyebrow at him and he knew I would do it.

"Fine, but you don't leave my side," he said as he pointed his finger at me.

"Fine." Sam handed over some of the Dream root and I mixed it in the bottle of water I had. We all got comfortable and drifted off. Sam woke us up a short time later. We were still in the forest. Sam had seen something outside so we got out of the Impala. As soon as I was at the front, Dean came up and grabbed my hand.

"You're not leaving my side, Lil' Bit," he said in response to my questioning look. I knew there was no getting out of his grip so I just accepted it. Suddenly music started playing and a dark haired woman appeared in front of us. She pretty and had a picnic set up around her. She started talking about somebody named Ben and encouraging Dean to sit with her. Sam and I turn to look at Dean.

"I've never had this dream before." I shared a look with Sam and we turned back to Dean, letting him know we didn't buy that load of bull. "Stop looking at me like that." Soon she was gone. "We should go," Dean said as he started walking, tugging me along behind him.

"Who was that?," I asked.

"No one." From the tone of his voice I knew that Dean had closed the subject, for now.

"There he is," Sam shouts and takes off in the direction that he saw Jeremy. Dean and I start running after him, our hands still entangled. Dean stopped suddenly and we looked around. We were no longer in the woods with Sam. The trees were nothing but paintings on a wall in a long corridor. Doors lining each side.

"Let's go," Dean said, tightening his grip on my hand. We cautiously made our way down the hall. Dean stopped at one of the doors and signaled with his head. He was asking if we should go in and I nodded my head in agreement. We walked in to see a guy sitting at a table, turning the light on and off.

"Jeremy?," Dean asked cautiously as he maneuvered me behind him. The guy turned around to reveal…Dean. Oh this is just what we need.

"Hey Dean," he said smiling. "We need to talk."

"I get it. I get it, I'm my own worst nightmare. Is that it?" Dean asked.

"Joke all you want, smart ass, but you can't lie to me. I know the truth. How dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror… and hate what you see." His eyes turned to me.

"I know how you really feel when you look at Lil' Bit. How it guts you inside that you could never give her a life that Reid could. How you think about all the times you left her alone and defenseless. How many times she ended up injured because of you. How she could've had a semi-normal life if you had just let her stay in Ipswich, but you were too selfish. You wanted her with you. You wanted to be able to look at her one last time just before you die." I tightened my grip on Dean's hand. He had to have known I made the decision to come for myself. I was the one being selfish. I wanted to spend as much time as I could with Dean just in case.

"Sorry, pal. It's not going to work. You're not real," Dean said.

"Sure I am," it said. "I'm you."

"I don't think so, cause see, this is my siesta. All I have to do is snap my fingers, and you go bye bye." Dean snapped his fingers, but nothing happened. He did it a couple more times, but still nothing. The Dean imposter just sat there smiling at us. My other hand quickly latched onto Dean's jacket. I was beginning to think it might have been better to stay in the waking world.

"I'm not going anywhere and neither are you two." The door slammed shut. The click of the lock echoing in the bare room. "Like I said, we need to talk," it said, holding up a shotgun. "You're going to hell, and you won't lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving. I mean after all, you got nothing outside of Sam and Addison. You are nothing,"

"Don't you listen to him Dean." I moved to his side and gripped his face. "You're better than this. You mean something. Now wake your ass up."

"You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog."

"That's not true," Dean said.

"No? What are the things you want? What are you things you dream? Your car? That's Dad's. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought? All there is watch out for Sammy! Look out for your little brother, boy! You can still hear your dad's voice in your head, clear as a bell."

"Just shut up," I said. I could see the look in Dean's eyes. He was getting upset which could easily turn violent. I dropped my hands from his face and embraced him in a hug. He had to know that I loved him. That we all loved him. He is Dean and no one else. He is an original and nobody could ever replace him.

"I mean think about it. All he ever did was train you. Boss you around, but Sam, Sam he doted on. Sam he loved. Hell he even showed Lil' Bit more attention and affection than he did you."

"I mean it," said Dean. "I'm getting angry." I could feel his muscles tense under my hands. John was always a sore subject for Dean even when he was alive. I knew that, but he never confided in me how he really felt growing up. I guess I was finding out now.

"Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died, why should you!" Dean finally snapped. He pulled from my embrace and shoved the dream Dean against the wall violently.

"You son of a bitch! My father was an obsessed bastard!" He continued to beat the other Dean. I stood back watching all the emotions that he had locked away from everyone surface. "All that crap he dumped on me about protecting Sam? That was his crap! He's the one who couldn't protect his family! He's the one who let Mom die! Who wasn't there for Sam! I always was! I didn't deserve what he put on me, and I don't deserve to go to hell!" Dean took the shotgun and fired two rounds into the imposter.

I jumped at the sound of the first shot. I stood there silently. Dean was breathing heavily. I watched his shoulders go up and down. I could see the slight shake, indicating he was holding back the rest of his break down. I eased my way towards him and gently placed my hand on his arm. He jumped and turned quickly, aiming the shotgun at me. I took a step back and he lowered the gun. Grabbing a hold of my jacket sleeve he yanked me to him and held me tight.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Addy." I returned his embrace. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

"You have nothing to be sorry about Dean." The dream Dean sat up suddenly.

"You can't escape me, Dean!" it said. Its eyes snapped open and they were pitch black. "And this? This is what you're going to become!" Next thing I know we're all quickly jolting awake in the Impala.

"What just happened?," I asked, still startled by what I had seen. I looked at Dean wide-eyed.

"I killed Jeremy." We quickly turned to Sam. The look on his face clearly said that he didn't want to talk about it right now. Dean started the Impala and pulled back onto the main road, driving back to the hotel.

I was sitting on the hotel bed placing my last application in an envelope. Sam and Bobby were out, Dean was on the phone trying to get a hold of Bela, and Mason was packing up the weapons. I had just placed the stamp on when the door opened and Sam and Bobby walked in.

"Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room, and she's not answering the phone." I turned to look at Dean. I was starting to get a bad feeling about this.

"No. She must have taken off or something," Sam replied.

"Just like that? That's a little weird," Mason replied.

"Well if you ask me, what's weird is why she helped us in the first place," Bobby stated.

"Thought you saved her life," Dean said.

"What the hell you talking about?"

"That thing in Flagstaff."

"That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all," Bobby said, looking confused.

"Well then why…?" Sam started to say.

"You kids better check your pockets," Bobby said with a look of dread on his face. The guys started checking their pockets and I rolled my eyes. "Not literally," Bobby said shaking his head. Dean's eyes widened and he rushed to the safe.

"No, no no!" he kept repeating as he opened it. He pulled open the door to reveal nothing.

"The Colt! Bela stole the Colt!" Sam stated angrily.

"Damnit, boys!," Bobby shouted.

"Pack your crap," Dean stated. He grabbed his bag and started throwing stuff in haphazardly. I rushed to grab mine from the corner and started to fill it.

"Why? Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"We're going to hunt the bitch down," Dean answered. Within twenty minutes we had packed up and checked out. Dean took my bag and loaded it as I ran over to the mailbox and dropped my applications in. I jogged back over to the Impala and climbed in.

"Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you." I looked over to Sam trying to figure out what the conversation had been about. I looked to Mason and when I didn't get anything from him I turned my attention to Dean. He was staring out the windshield, but shifted his gaze to look at me through the rearview mirror. The look in his eyes told me he was scared and I knew why. He was afraid that the thing in his dream was right. That he would become what he hunted. I tried to give him reassurance through the mirror. He started the car and we took off.

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So this is my first time doing something like this. My mom used to keep a journal like this when she was younger. I lost it with everything else that belonged to my parents when the bar was destroyed. It's been about a month and a half and we still haven't caught Bela. I hate that woman. Hopefully we'll get to her before she sells the Colt. It might be our only chance to save Dean if we can't come up with something else. I'm going to make that bitch pay for crossing us. All our leads have dried up so Sam found another case for us to work. Although, my orders are to go to the doctor. I've been waking up sick every morning. I'll throw up for a while and then be fine for the rest of the day. I figure the doc can give me some meds and I'll be good as new.

I got an e-mail from Sarah today. She told me that Reid is behaving himself. He hasn't hit on any girls and when they hit on him he pushes them off to Tyler. I have to admit I'm surprised. I know we said that we were going to try an exclusive relationship, but I kind of thought that he wouldn't be able to last too long without any physical female company. He just keeps on surprising me. I had told Sarah and Kate about applying for colleges around the area, but asked them not to say anything to the guys. I didn't want to get Reid's hopes up if I didn't get in anywhere.

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This is not happening. I just got back to the motel room. My brothers had dropped me off at the hospital to get checked out while they worked on the case. I was expecting something to be wrong with me, but not this. When I go there I told them my symptoms and they made me pee in a cup. The doctor came in all cheery and said that she wasn't for certain, but she believed I was pregnant. She said they would have the results from my urine test within twenty-four hours and she would let me know. I sat there shocked. My mouth hanging open like a damn fish. How the hell did this happen? I mean I know how it happens, but Reid and I were safe. We used protection every time. She asked when the last time I had sex was. I told her about two months. She could tell form my expression that I wasn't expecting this. She said even when using protection there is always a slight chance of a pregnancy. She told me that she would like to do an ultrasound to get a better idea of how far along I am, if my results were positive.

I called the guys and left a message letting them know that I was out of the doctor's office and heading to the motel. I made my way to the motel. It wasn't far and in all honesty I wasn't ready to face my brothers yet. I was wondering if I should call Reid. He had a right to know. I decided I would make that decision when I got the call from the doctor. Maybe she's wrong. Maybe I just have food poisoning or something. Crap, there's the Impala.

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So the guys took off to check out that Mystery Spot. Dean decided that it was best to check it out at night. They asked if I wanted to go, but I told them I wasn't feeling well. The doctor had called around seven while we were eating dinner. My test came back positive. How the hell am I going to tell my brothers? How the hell am I going to tell Reid? I just wanted to be alone so I could cry and not get asked a million questions. I'[m going to have to figure this out soon.

I looked at my phone as it rang, interrupting my thoughts. I took a quick glance at the caller id.

"Aren't you guys supposed to be working the job?"

"Pup, its Dean." I suddenly felt a large knot in my stomach at the sound of Mason's voice. It sounded like he was crying or fighting back crying.

"Mason, what happened?"

"The uh…the owner came down when he heard us. He had a gun. He…he shot Dean. Dean's gone, Addy. I'm so sorry." He broke down into sobs over the phone. I sat there in stunned silence. I felt the tears roll down my face and heard them splatter onto the paper of my journal. This wasn't happening.

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So we just finished the case and it was a strange one. Stranger than anything I've dealt with before. Apparently we kept reliving Tuesday over and over, but Sam was the only one who remembered. The worst part of it was that Dean died each time. Sam finally figured out it was a trickster, the same one they had dealt with before. So now it's Wednesday and Sam won't let Dean out of his sight. I can't blame him. I know that had to take its toll on Sam. I don't think I could handle even seeing him die once. I had an appointment with the doctor today before we left. Sam just wanted to get out of town quick, but I told him I had to go get my results from a blood test. He was a little shocked that they would have them already. I told him that they rushed them through the lab when I told them we would be leaving soon. He accepted it and we headed to the hospital. I made them wait for m outside. I didn't need them to find out this soon. I had to figure out a way to break it to them on my own. I knew that wouldn't go well and that we would immediately head to Ipswich so they could kill Reid.

Reid. I still had to figure out how I was going to tell him. More like what I was going to tell him. The doctor said it looked like I was about six to seven weeks along. She estimated I had conceived on the January twentieth. That was the day that everything happened with Chase. I remember Chase sending that power into me. He couldn't have…could he? Was I carrying Chase's heir. God my life is so messed up. First demons and ghosties and now supernatural conception. The good news was that the doctor told me the morning sickness might stop by the end of the first trimester. I've noticed that I'm not getting nauseated as easily as I was earlier. I'm also lucky in the fact that I own loose fitting shirts or swipe my brothers. I have a small bump, but it's not too noticeable. Yet. Although when I have to start buying larger jeans, that will be obvious. I'll have to tell them soon.

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I talked to Reid today. He's got state swim finals coming up. I want so badly to be there for him. He says he understands and he'll be thinking of me. Sarah told me she would tape it and send it to me in an e-mail. I still haven't figured out how I'm going to tell him. It's been almost three weeks since I found out. Thankfully I haven't gotten any weird cravings to raise the guys suspicion. That's right I still haven't told them.

We swung by Missouri's to pick up some supplies and get a good home cooked meal. As soon as we walked in the door, she swooped me into a bog hug and dragged me to the kitchen to help her cook. She told the guys that they were to stay out so we could have a woman to woman talk. Damn, how I ate the fact that she's a psychic. At least she let me tell her instead of telling me she knows. I told about everything that had happened. The only person I mentioned having powers was Chase. I promised I would only tell the guys and Bobby but I knew she knew.

She told me that everything would work out and not to worry. That even though the father wasn't good, the baby had a good, loving, and caring mother. I looked at her in confusion, before it dawned on me. I now knew who the father was. The thought made me sick. I excused myself and ran to the bathroom to throw up what little I had left in my stomach. When I got back downstairs, dinner was ready. We ate and crashed early. Dean got a call from one of Bobby's contacts with a location on Bela. So we were flying out the door within the hour. As we were leaving Missouri gave me a charm that was meant to bring good fortune, as Dean said luck, and she made me promise to bring Reid to see her soon. By the look in her eyes she wanted to see my baby too. She also told me that her door was always open whenever I need her. I sent the charm to Reid since I couldn't be there for his meet

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Well, I can't promise the next time I see Bela I won't shoot her. We thought we had caught her only to be captured ourselves by Agent Henriksen. Boy, was he pleased to have Dean and Sam in custody. He said Mason and I were going to jail as well for being accomplices. The thought of having my baby in jail scared me. He said we had been brainwashed, but once he was possessed he finally understood. We had a battle on our hands that night. My only thought was to protect my baby and my brothers. Ruby came to help but got pissed when she learned we had lost the Colt. She then offered a solution by sacrificing a virgin. The guys of course refused to let her touch me. She just looked at me and smiled and then said she couldn't use me. After they caught on to what she was saying, I started to think mine and the baby's chances with the army of demons outside was better than what we were going to face inside. Luckily the eminent danger prevented them from doing anything at the moment, but I knew I was going to get yelled at later. Which reminds me, I need to call Reid and warn him. Dean and Mason also found out about Lilith and I found out Sam had actually lied to me. We nixed Ruby's idea and she left in a huff. Dean's plan worked. We took a pretty hard beating. I'll need to get to another doctor as soon as possible to make sure everything is okay.

I know it's weird that I'm so protective over this little one, but it didn't ask for this. Even though this was part Chase's baby, it was part mine as well. I will not let it end up like Chase. I don't know if Reid will stand by me or not. If he doesn't than that's fine. I won't be on my own. Although they won't be happy my brothers will help me. I don't want to raise child in the hunting world, but I may have no other choice. The only thing I hope is that the Covenant will be there to help my child if it's a boy. They can help him through everything he'll go through when he gains the power. I hope….

Sam's POV

"Lil' Bit, you alright?" I watched as she rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door. Dean started to get up when there was a knock at the door. Dean grabs his gun and cautiously opened it. Ruby barged in, clearly angry.

"Turn on the news." We looked at each other, but Mason took the remote and did as she said. The reporter is standing outside the remains of the police station.

"The community is still reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago. Police believe a gas main ruptured, causing a massive explosion, and claiming the lives of everyone inside. Among the deceased at least six police officers and staff including Sheriff Melvin Dodd, Deputy Phil Amichi, and Secretary Nancy Fitzgerald, as well as three FBI Agents identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy, and Victor Henriksen. Four fugitives in custody were also killed."

"Shit," Mason said. Dean plopped back down on the bed and rubbed his face. We knew it wasn't a gas main. This was demonic work.

"It must've happened right after we left," I said. My mind reeling from this new development. We left them there unprotected. We should've done something.

"Considering the size of the blast, smart money's on Lillith," Ruby said. She us some small bags.

"What's in these?" Dean asked.

"It'll protect you. Throw Lillith off your trail – for the time being at least," she stated.

"Thanks," Mason replied.

"Don't thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin as well as a half a dozen other people. So after your big speech about humanity in war, it turns out your plan? Was the one with the body count. Do you know how to fight a battle? You strike fast, and you don't leave any survivors, so no one can go running to tell the boss. So next time? We go with my plan." She looked around the room. "Where's your sister?"

"Bathroom," came Dean's reply. She tossed another bag to me.

"This is hers." Then she turned and left. We sat there in silence for a while digesting everything that had just happened. I turned to look at the bathroom door, then to Dean and Mason.

"She's been in there an awfully long time." Dean's head snapped up, then he stood. He walked over to the door and knocked.

"Lil' Bit. Lil' Bit!!" No answer. Dean looked to us and Mason tossed his gun to him. He eased the door open and stopped. His body went rigid. Mason and I jumped up as he raced into the bathroom.

"Addy? Come on Addy wake up sweetie." As I reached the door I saw Dean with Addy's head in his lap, worry laced his voice as he begged her to wake up. Brushing the hair from her neck he checked her pulse.

"We need to get her to a hospital now," he said as he scooped her up.

"Is she…." I looked at Mason. His face was pale.

"She's got a pulse, but it's not as strong as it should be," Dean said as he carried her out of the bathroom. Mason raced to grab the keys off the nightstand as Dean and I made our way to the door.

Mason's foot never left the accelerator and we were at the hospital in ten minutes. As soon as we entered, Addy was laid on a gurney and taken from us. A nurse directed us to the waiting room where we sat in silence waiting for the verdict on our baby sister. All of us too afraid to speak. Finally after almost two hours a doctor came in.

"Are you all here for a Kandace Muller?"

"Yes," we all said at the same time and shot forward. The doctor took a step back, obviously intimidated by us.

"I'm Dr. Dolan."

"Is my sister okay?," Mason asked. I could see the worry etched on his face. None of us could handle losing Addy, especially when we almost lost her earlier. For Mason it was even harder. Addy was basically the only family he had left.

"She's fine," he said calmly. "She just overexerted herself and in her condition women tend to faint." We all breathed a sigh of relief. She had only fainted. The exhaustion was probably from the fight.

"Wait, what condition?," I asked. Had she gotten sick again? She said the doctor in Brower County told her it was a mild stomach bug and that she'd be fine. Maybe it came back. Wouldn't be surprising, what with all the stress we've been going through lately. Mason and Dean snapped their heads back to the doctor, waiting for his answer.

"Well, her pregnancy of course. Don't worry, we're monitoring both mother and baby and they're doing fine. We would like to keep her for a day or two just to make sure everything remains stable. Also she was somewhat dehydrated so we're getting fluids in her." He smiled at us, but it slipped off his face at our shocked expression.

"Oh, you didn't know. Well," he cleared his throat. I turned to Dean and Mason. Dean's face was red. He kept clenching and unclenching his jaw and fists. I saw the doctor back out of the room from the corner of my eye. Smart move old man. Get out before the explosion. I wanted to hurt Reid too, but first we had to take care of Addy. I knew Mason wasn't going to be any help right now. He was feeling the exact same way Dean was. I was going to have to calm both of them down before they did something irrational.

"Dean," I said hesitantly.

"I'm going to kill him," he said in a deadly, calm voice. He then turned and walked out the doors and towards the parking lot. Mason was right behind him. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair.

"This isn't good."