Lyssa sat in the backseat with Artie. She had thought Sam could sit in the passenger seat so Dean could fill him in on their parents. Lyssa felt Artie pull on her shirt. She turned and looked at her sister.

"Yeah?" she asked softly.

"Did you find out why we have these wacked out powers?" Artie asked her voice low so the boys wouldn't hear.

"Actually yeah. Apparently they were gifts from God. To help us help them."

Artie felt like laughing. She couldn't believe it. Sam got his power from a demon and her and Lyssa got theirs from God. Oh, this just kept getting better and better.

"I can't believe it, Mom, a hunter?" Sam asked.

"I couldn't believe it either if I hadn't seen it myself," Dean said.

"She kicked ass, Sam," Artie added leaning forward.

"Well, guess it really is the family business," Lyssa had to add.

"Yeah, kinda is. That woman could kick some ass. She almost took me down," Dean said still trying to put together the woman he had met with the one who had tucked him in at night.

"Yeah but anyone can do that," Artie joked.

"Excuse me?"

"Guys no arguing," Lyssa, the peacemaker, said.

"So how did she look? Did she look happy?" Sam asked.

"She looked awesome. Funny and smart. Hopeful. Dad too till of course..." Dean trailed off.

"Well, two out of four for you ain't bad, huh Dean," Lyssa joked leaning forward and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. It was her attempt at lightening the mood.

"Aren't we funny today?"

"I try."

Sam rolled his eyes and made a face at the mere thought of the yellow eyed demon. Dean looked at his brother.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Nothing."

"Come on, Sam," Artie said placing her hands on Sam's shoulders.

"It's just first our parents now our grandparents too. Murdered and for what? So yellow eyes can get into my nursery and bleed into my mouth?" Sam asked disgusted.

Lyssa felt Dean tense up. She leaned forward more and let her lips brush his ear.

"Dean, please stay calm," she whispered.

Dean's grip tightened on the steering wheel. Oh, he was trying to stay calm. It wasn't working.

"Sam, I never said anything about demon blood. You knew about that?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, for about a year," Sam answered.

"A whole year?"

"I should have told you. I'm sorry."

"You've been saying that a lot lately, Sam. But whatever. If you don't want to tell me that's fine."

"Dean... Whatever," Sam answered.

The Winchesters fell silent. Lyssa went to pull away but Dean grabbed her hand. He pulled her forward and turned to look at her.

"Yeah?" she asked looking into his green eyes.

"Next time you are sitting beside me, Bambi. We never have awkward moments," he told her.

"Then I get Sam all to myself," Artie said kissing Sam's cheek.

Sam smiled. At least he had Artie on his side. Maybe he could get through this.

***

Lyssa dragged her duffel into the room. She flopped down on the first bed she saw. She barely paid attention to the others.

Sam carried a sleeping Artie in the room. He placed her on the other bed. He took off her shoes and jacket.

Dean carried in the four other bags. He dropped most at the door. He mumbled about being a pack horse as he closed the door. He grabbed his bag and walked over to the bed Lyssa was currently hogging.

"Hey Bambi, gonna move over?" he asked looking at the clock. They could catch a couple of hours of shut eye before checking on this Jack guy Travis had told them about.

"Five more minutes, Dean," she muttered burying her head in the comforter.

Sam smiled. He pulled off his jacket and started setting up the books for research and the computer. He had slept in the car along with Artie. Lyssa had stayed awake and kept Dean company.

"Bambi, honey, I want to lie down," Dean said sitting on the side of the bed and pulling off his boots.

"Please don't make me move."

Dean sighed. He reached over and took off Lyssa's sneakers. He then pulled off her jacket. He leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled a little.

"I'll get you Starbucks," he whispered.

Sam heard him and stopped. He looked at Dean. He was gently stroking Lyssa's hair. Sam had noticed that Dean was always gentle with Lyssa. Sam looked away. He felt like he was intruding.

"Promise? Starbucks?" Lyssa asked raising her head a little.

"Promise."

Lyssa moaned at having to move but she did anyway. She gave Dean a little bit more room. She stayed on her stomach. She felt him lay down beside her. Dean laid close to her touching her. She felt him stroking her tangled hair. She wrapped an arm around his waist and smiled.

"Get some sleep, Winchester," she muttered already drifting off.

"Always, Bennett."

Sam stood up. He stretched. He looked at the three others sleeping or falling asleep. He decided he could use more sleep. He sat on the bed that held Artie and kicked off his shoes. He laid down beside her pulling her in his arms. In a few moments he was asleep.

***

Artie woke up and stretched. She rolled over and saw Sam beside her. She smiled. She leaned in and kissed him on the lips. She felt him respond. She pulled away and smiled at him.

"Good afternoon," she said.

"Same to you. Wonder if Dean and Lyssa are still asleep?"

"Let's see."

Artie looked over Sam's shoulder. Lyssa had her head on Dean's stomach and one of her legs over his. Dean had a hand in Lyssa's hair and his other hand dangled off the bed.

"Oh, I think they're out cold," Artie said holding in a laugh.

"So, what should we do?"

"Well, Sam, you could always help me save the environment."

Sam raised an eyebrow. He looked down as Artie ran a finger down his chest to his jeans. She stopped at his belt and tugged on it. He smiled at her.

"And how am I going to do that?" he asked playing along.

"Conserving water of course. We could shower together," Artie said sitting up.

"Not a bad idea. I mean there are four of us. So only three showers would save water."

"Exactly Sam, Now come on."

Artie climbed out of bed pulling Sam with her. She walked into the bathroom and pulled off her shirt. Sam shut the door and turned her around. He kissed her on the lips softly.

"You always have the best ideas," he said as she pulled the shirt off of his body.

"I know I do. Let me start the shower."

Sam watched as Artie leaned in to start the shower. Sam loved the deep red lace bra that held her D cups in place. She had curves where Ruby was flat, and Sam loved every one of them. He reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. He began to kiss the back of her shoulders as he shoved her bra straps down.

Artie tested the water. It was just right. She then turned around and claimed his mouth again in a kiss. She reached for his pants and began undoing his belt.

"Let's get rid of the rest of these clothes," she said.

"You read my mind," Sam answered undoing her bra and ripping it off.

Stream began to form on the mirrors and it wasn't from the hot water.

***

Dean whimpered in his sleep. He jerked his body and Lyssa woke up. She yawned and looked up at Dean resting her chin on his stomach. She watched as his face contorted in pain. So much for their peaceful nap.

"Dean, hey, wake up. It's a dream. Dean," she said sitting up and shaking him.

She couldn't wake him up. She watched as he moaned and flipped over. His hands opened and closed. She reached out her hand and touched his forehead. He was sweating and he felt warm to the touch.

"Dean, wake up. Please, it's a nightmare, baby," she said shaking him.

Nothing was working. She looked around the room. She heard the shower going and sighed. Sam and Artie were at it again by the looks of it. She reached out and took his hand. Time to use her gift, if she could.

"Show me what you're seeing," she whispered.

***

Dean stood in front of the rack. He stared at the woman that was strapped there. This would be his first victim. He remembered her so well. She looked about Lyssa's age. Except she wasn't half as beautiful. Her raven black hair fell down to her hips. Dean remembered one time he had ripped her hair out strand by strand. At the moment, she wasn't meeting his glaze.

"Remember Dean, make her scream," Alastair said handing him the sharp razor.

"But-," Dean started. He had been so hesitate to cause pain at first; till he got started and began to enjoy the screams.

"Do you want to go back on the rack? I can put you back no problem."

Dean actually shook with fear. He would of peed himself, if he still had his bladder. Thirty years of what Alastair had done was more than enough. He knew he couldn't take anymore.

He stepped up to the woman. He took a deep breath. He started to crave away at the skin of her arm. She started whimpering. He saw the tears fall to the ground but kept going.

"Dean. Wake up," he heard Lyssa say.

"What?" he turned around shocked but there she stood. His saving grace. She wore the same clothes he had last seen her in. She was slowly walking over to him. He suddenly felt dirty; he didn't want her to see this. He never wanted his memories of Hell to touch her; taint her.

"Lyssa, you... You can't be here," he said wanting to protect her.

"I don't have all day, Dean," Alastair said impatiently.

"Dean, this is a dream. Fight it. Wake up," Lyssa said reaching him.

"But it isn't a dream. I... I really did this, Lyssa. I tortured souls and I liked it. For ten years I tore them apart. I... I don't deserve you. I'll just hurt you."

Lyssa watched him turn away. She looked at the woman when Dean raised the razor. She screamed. Lyssa stepped between Dean and the woman. Dean looked at her, his green eyes questioned her.

"Dean, you deserved to be loved like everyone else. This doesn't change that. Now wake the hell up!" she screamed the last part.

***

Dean's eyes snapped open. He sat up almost banging heads with Lyssa. She sat back and looked relieved. He turned and pulled her in his arms.

"Dean, are you okay?" she asked softly stroking his back.

"It was a nightmare about Hell. And then..." he trailed off pulling away.

"Then what?"

She felt Dean's eyes bore into hers. She hadn't known that she could change his dreams. She felt his pain and despair but at least the images this time hadn't sent her running for the washroom. She was glad she had helped Dean, even if it was just from a nightmare.

"Nothing. Were you trying to wake me up?" he asked.

"Yeah, I was worried. You kept whimpering in your sleep."

"Sorry."

"Hey, don't do that. You don't have to apologize for your dreams. They are out of your control."

Dean nodded. He watched as Lyssa climbed off the bed and dug around in her bag. She pulled out a brush and began to brush her hair. He watched her every move wondering how the hell she could have gotten into his nightmare.

"Sam!" they heard Artie yell from the bathroom.

"They're at it again," Lyssa stated grabbing a hair tie and pulling her hair into a ponytail.

"I guess. Go Sammy," Dean said pulling on his boots.

"I should have seen that coming."

"Come on Bambi, they're getting to know each other."

"Yeah, in the biblical sense."

Lyssa grabbed her sneakers and pulled them on. She heard a loud moan come from the bathroom. She grabbed her jacket.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"Anywhere but here," she answered.

Dean grabbed his own jacket and followed her. He wasn't letting her out of his sight.

***

Sam shut the shower off and smiled down at Artie. She smiled back and pulled back the shower curtain. She climbed out and grabbed two towels. She handed one to Sam and wrapped the other around her body. He took it and wrapped it around his waist.

"I think we woke up Lyssa and Dean," Artie said opening the bathroom door and revealing an empty hotel room.

"I'm surprised he didn't stick around to offer an applause," Sam said wrapping a arm around Artie.

Artie nodded and wrapped the towel around her tighter. She leaned against Sam for a moment. She was starting to have feelings for him. She wished she knew where this was headed.

"Hey, Sam can I ask you something?" she asked walking into the room and grabbing her bag.

"You can ask me anything, Artemis," he answered.

"What...Are we... Are we a couple?"

Sam went to grab his bag but stopped. He turned and looked at Artie. He had had really only one meaningful relationship and that had been with Jess. He had felt something for Madison but they hadn't had the chance to develop that. He saw Artie look away. He felt like they had something here between them. He felt like Artie could be the one if he let her.

"How would you feel about that?" he asked softly.

"Well, I never really had a real boyfriend. I always thought that most of the guys I knew were immature and stupid. But you... I feel something Sam I really do. How about you?" Artie asked. She knew she was taking a huge risk by letting him in but she wanted to try this time. She'd never know if she could be happy with someone if she always kept them at arm's length.

"I feel something for you, too. I'd say that that makes us a couple, wouldn't you," Sam said smiling.

"I guess so."

Artie pulled out some clothes. She dropped her towel and started to get dressed. She felt Sam's eyes on her the entire time. She smiled.

Sam pulled on his own clothes. His mind turned to what Lyssa had told him. That in their world Sam and Dean were characters on a television show. Sam believed her but he wanted his girlfriend's take on it. God, he loved calling Artie his girlfriend.

"Artemis, Lyssa told me that where you guys come from Dean and I were a television show. Is it true?" he asked softly.

"Crap, she told you, huh?" Artie said doing up her jeans and turning around.

"Well, guess that means it's true, huh?"

"Yep. Supernatural is the name. Lyssa got me hooked and dragged me along for the ride."

"Fun ride?"

Artie looked at Sam and shook her head. She sat on the bed and stared at her bare feet. She sighed. Where to start. She didn't know how to explain that as the months went past and the episodes flew by, she had started to care about the boys just like Lyssa had.

"Fun, sometimes but... Along the ride I started to care about you and Dean. Stupid, huh? You were fictional characters but Lyssa and I talked about you like you were real. We talked about why one of you was feeling the way you were, how you could have handled it differently. But mostly we wondered how you two were really like. We were, well are, obsessed with you guys. And now here we are. Dropped into your world where you're real people," Artie tried to explain.

"A fangirl's dream," Sam said sitting beside her. (A/N: Oh, Sammy you have no freakin clue. Lol.)

"Yeah, except we figured something out really quick. We thought we knew everything about you but we don't. We only know what Kripke showed us. So, now he we are, basically starting from scratch."

"Yeah, but you have an advantage over Dean and I."

"I guess but it can also be a disadvantage. Look, Lyssa and I knew about your powers but we still couldn't tell Dean. And judging by his reaction Castiel shouldn't of told him either."

"Thought you liked Cassie," Sam teased.

"I do but... Sometimes secrets are meant to be kept."

Sam was quiet. He turned and looked at Artie. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She turned and smiled at him.

"So, Lyssa told me that fangirls had teams. Team Dean and Team Sam. What team were you on?"

"Team Dean," Artie admitted.

"What?"

"Shocking huh? But then you started to grow on me. You know like mould."

Artie laughed at the look Sam gave her. He then shoved her back on the bed. His body covered hers.

"Mould, huh?" he asked realizing she had been joking.

"Yep. Hot good looking mould."

"What am I going to do with you?"

"Anything you want."

***

Dean stared at the birds flying in the sky. He almost walked into a telephone pole. Lyssa grabbed his arm and yanked him aside. He turned and looked at her. She gave him a look of disbelief and shook her head.

"What?" he asked.

"Dude, watch where you're going. This isn't Mystery Spot. You die here, you stay dead," Lyssa said.

"Mystery Spot? How do you-nevermind. Psychics, right."

Lyssa turned away. She knew she'd have to tell Dean the truth. Sam already knew, she just didn't know how to tell the more skeptical Dean. She looked up and saw a bookstore and for a moment her problems disappeared. She wanted to cry, she loved books and a bookstore was a haven for her. She took Dean's hand.

"Come on," she said pulling him towards the store.

"What? A bookstore? Bambi-," he started clearly not even half as excited as she was.

"Please, Dean. I want to get a couple of books."

Dean looked at Lyssa's face. She really wanted to go in the bookstore. He rolled his eyes. One look at Lyssa and he would do anything. Man, he had it bad.

"Fine but only for a few-," he started glad Sam wasn't around to see him give in so easily.

"Thank you, Dean," she said giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

Lyssa went into the store and smiled. She took a deep breath and sighed. She loved the smell of books. She looked around and saw the Horror section. She almost jumped for joy.

Dean walked in behind her and had to smile. Lyssa took off for the Horror section. He raised an eyebrow. She struck him more as a romance girl. He shrugged his shoulders and followed her. He stopped to check out a girl looking at the magazines. She bent over and her mini skirt pulled up. Dean got a nice view of her blue underwear.

Nice, he thought to himself.

He shook his head and kept going. He saw Lyssa holding a book reading the back of it. He saw the smile on her face.

"What you got there?" he asked looking over her shoulder.

"Interview with the Vampire. I miss Louis and Lestat," she answered grabbing another book by Anne Rice. (A/N: Yeah, I have all of them....I need a life.)

"Okay then. You done yet?"

Lyssa shook her head. She moved over to Dean Koontz. She grabbed the first two Odd Thomas books. She felt Dean watching her. She looked at Stephen King with a loving glance. Dean frowned jealous that Lyssa never looked at him that way.

"Next time, Steve. I need my vampires," she said.

Dean smiled slightly. He followed behind Lyssa when she made her way to the till. She stopped when she saw another book. She reached for it then shook her head. She went over to the till. Dean went over to the book. It was a book about Cleopatra. He wondered why anyone would actually want to read a book full of boring history. He looked at Lyssa buying the other books. Apparently she did. He grabbed the book.

***

Lyssa reached for Dean's bag but he slapped her hand away. They were walking back to the motel. She was curious as to what book Dean Winchester would actually be interested in. Unfortunally, he wasn't letting her see.

"What did you buy?" she asked expecting to hear the Kama Sutra or a book about cars.

"Not telling you."

"Come on, Dean."

"It's a surprise."

Dean looked at Lyssa. She smiled. He placed an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He felt her lean against him. Lyssa decided that it was now or never; she was going to tell him about him actually being a fictional character. Or was he real? Lyssa took a deep breath and decided not to try and figure it out.

Just tell him, she thought.

"Dean, there's something you should know. I already told Sam and he took it pretty well," After he decided I wasn't crazy or ill, Lyssa didn't feel the need to add.

"Okay, what is it? You're into chicks?"

"Funny, but no. Back home you and Sam... You two are characters on a television show. Airs every Thursday," Lyssa stopped herself from babbling anymore.

Lyssa felt Dean tense up. He stopped walking and looked at her. She turned and smiled at him. He wasn't smiling back. She looked at the ground asking herself why she had babbled the truth to Sam anyways.

"A television show? You aren't serious? Bambi?" he asked pulling away from her.

"Dead serious. That's how we know so much. We aren't psychics."

Dean looked at Lyssa's face. He wanted to believe her. She looked so sure. He ran a hand over his face. He needed to be sure that she was telling the truth.

"Alright, tell me something only Sam or I would know," he said.

"Okay, give me a minute."

Lyssa paced back and forth in front of Dean. She tried to think of something, only two situations were coming to mind. Dean's death and Sam's. She looked at him and knew right away that she wouldn't be able to talk about his death without becoming a puddle of tears on the street. She hated what she was about to do but he wanted proof. Dammit.

"After Sam died," she started praying she'd make it to the end, " you sent Bobby away. You sat on a chair on an abandoned house with Sam laid out on a bed. You talked about how when he was a kid he always asked questions about why you guys didn't have a mom, why you moved so much. You didn't want him to ask these questions. You wanted him to stay a kid a little longer... Is that enough? Because I could go on but I... God, please don't make me say the rest," she finished her voice barely a whisper her eyes filled with tears.

Dean was quiet. He looked at Lyssa. He had to believe her. He hadn't even told Sam what he had said and done before making the deal. He reached out and took Lyssa's hand. He held it tight.

"I believe you... So, a television show, huh?" he asked pulling her closer to him.

"Yep, I was hooked. You're addicting, you know that?" she asked wiping away her tears.

"Really? Actually, I have some questions. Like I don't know how many times did Sam-."

"No, not happening, Dean. I am not going to babbler things Sam said or did to you. Sorry."

"It was worth a try."

"We could talk about Cassie? Remember her? Girl you protected from killer ghost truck?"

Lyssa watched as Dean looked at her. She saw the realization hit his face that she had seen him with Cassie. He stopped pulling her towards him. He didn't answer either.

"Or how about Lisa and Ben? And how you wanted to be his father?"

"Bambi-."

Dean's cell phone rang and he felt like falling on his knees and thanking God. The last thing he wanted was to talk about his past relationships, or lack thereof, with Lyssa. He grabbed it and answered it.

"Yeah?"

"Dude, are we heading out or what?" Sam asked.

"We're heading out. We'll be there in a few minutes."

Lyssa didn't wait for Dean. She started walking towards the motel lost in her own thoughts. She remembered how Dean had looked at Cassie and Lisa. She remembered how much Dean had wanted it to work with Cassie; she had been the one to break it off. Or how much he had wanted to be a father to Ben. She wondered if he would ever look at her that way.

Just let it go, it won't happen, she thought.

A/N: Okay, long filler chapter. My longest yet. Hehe. Hope you liked it and please, please wish me luck for my accounting test on Friday. Unfortunally Sammy, can't do this for me. *sighs* Now if only Lyssa, Artie, Sam and Dean would leave me alone I might get some studying done. Well, and it also doesn't help that I changed my desk top to a pic of Dean. You know during Lazarus Rising, that part where he lifts up his shirt, that one. I'm not getting any work done.... Anyone have a pic of Sam? * Ducks as Sam girls throws things at her* Sorry, it was a joke. Geez, I guess 2:22 AM isn't a time to miss with Sam Girls. Lol. ( Yeah, I had too much coffee, sorry)