When I opened my eyes, I was laying on an old, ratty couch still wrapped in the duvet from the motel. I looked around and realized that I was not in the motel room anymore. It looked like a very old house that had seen better days. It wasn't messy per se, but it was cluttered with books, papers, and objects I couldn't identify. My head was fuzzy and I had a hard time remembering just what had happened. As I looked around the room, a man's voice greeted me.

"Mornin' kiddo!" I bolted upright and curled into a ball in the corner of the sofa. My head swiveled around looking for the person that that voice belonged to. "Woah! Easy Violet!" Then I saw him standing in the doorway to what looked like the kitchen area. Dean was looking at me with eyes full of concern. Then I remembered all the terrible things that had happened and I burst into tears. He rushed over and sat on the couch next to me. He was reaching out to put his hand on my shoulder when I flung myself at him, hugging him tight around the middle, sobbing into his denim shirt. He froze for a moment, not sure what to do. Then he relaxed and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against his chest. "Shhh...it's OK now. You're safe." Safe. That one word made me pull away and look up at him in terror.

"Where's the monster?!" I croaked. Dean looked down at me confused.

"What?", Dean whispered. "What monster?" I didn't mean to call him that, not to Dean. It was his brother, after all. I had been thinking of him as a monster for so long that I couldn't honestly see him any other way. I felt really awful about what Dean was going through, I didn't want to make it worse. I looked away from him and refused to answer. "Do you mean Sam?" I cringed and nodded. I knew this must be killing him to think about. "He's in a place where he can't hurt you or anyone else, OK? He lifted my chin and looked deep into my red-rimmed eyes and raised his eyebrows at me, waiting for an answer.

"OK", I breathed. He smiled and hugged me again. I hugged him back, desperate for the warmth of someone who wasn't going to cause me pain. "I'm so sorry, Dean."

"Sorry for what?", he asked, pulling away from me this time and giving me that confused expression again.

"I'm sorry that you're brother tried to kill you. For all the pain he's causing you." He became sad and looked away from me, closed his eyes, and heaved a heavy sigh.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, Violet", he said with his face turned away from me. When he looked back at me, his eyes were glistening with the tears he was trying desperately to hold back. "I'm so sorry for what my brother did to you." He lost control and the tears poured down his cheeks in giant rivulets.

"It's not your fault, Dean!", I argued, shaking my head. "You couldn't have known this would happen." He was looking down at his hands, shaking his head.

"No! I knew that he was in a dark place when he wanted to go out on his own!", Dean was openly sobbing now, with his head in his hands. "I never should have let him leave!" I Hugged him around the shoulders and he stiffened, jumping off the couch and shrugging me off. He stood in the middle of the room, facing away from me. He was breathing heavy and running his hands through his hair.

"Dean?", I called softly. "Are you OK?" He spun around and looked at me with wide eyes like he was surprised I was there. He sniffled and wiped his nose on his sleeve. The duvet slipped down one of my shoulders and off my chest, Dean's eyes became the size of dinner plates and he looked away. I didn't understand what was wrong with him. "Dean? What's wrong?" He cleared his throat and started pointing at his chest and then at me. I looked down and gasped when I saw that I was still naked and Dean got a good view.

"OH GOD!", I shrieked, yanking the blanket back up over my shoulder as I looked away. "I...I'm so sorry, Dean!" My face turned beet red from embarrassment. I clutched the blanket tightly and curled into a ball on the sofa. Dean sighed and turned toward the doorway to leave.

"I'll see if I can't find you something to wear, OK?", He called back over his shoulder and walked out of the room. I rubbed my face with both hands trying to convince myself that everything was gonna be OK and that the monster that had tormented me for the last 2 days was somewhere where he couldn't hurt me anymore. Then I noticed something strange. My face didn't hurt when I touched it. There was no swollen cheeks or split lips. I looked down at my arm and the bite wound was gone. I looked at it bewildered. But then I remembered that man, Castiel I think his name was, who said he was an angel. He healed Dean, so he must have healed me too. This day was just getting weirder and weirder.

I felt so drained. That sleep or whatever it was didn't make me feel anymore rested than I was before. It only seemed to make me even more jumpy. I didn't know how long I was asleep for, but it felt like I had been awake for a week. I turned over, facing away from the doorway and tried to relax. I laid there staring at the horrid color pattern of the cushions on the back of the couch, picking at a loose thread. No sooner had I closed my eyes, then I heard what sounded like gun shots. I froze in fear. I huddled close to the back of the sofa hoping that the cushions would just swallow me and I would be hidden. When I heard shouting and what sounded like furniture breaking, I began to tremble in abject terror. I squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped my arms around myself.

"Well, what do we have here?", that terrifyingly smooth voice chimed. I started to hyperventilate again and clawed at the couch cushions like I could dig my way through them. "Hey now! Don't fret little one!" I could hear the owner of that voice getting closer to me as I huddled on the couch. "Daddy just had to take care of a few things before he came to play with his favorite girl!" The monster sounded like he was standing right behind me, but I was too afraid to look. "Don't you wanna play with Daddy, Sweetheart?"

"NOOOOOO!", I sobbed into the cushion. "PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE!" The monster sighed and I could feel his hot breath on my neck like he was kneeling behind me. Then I felt tugging on the blanket that was wrapped around my shoulders and I held onto to it tighter. He grew impatient and jerked the blanket out of my hand, off of my shoulder, and down my arm. I was shaking so bad that my muscles started to ache. He laid his hand on my elbow and slid it slowly up my arm.

"I'm glad I didn't kill you. We just have so much fun playing together, don't we?" His breathing became heavier as his hand made it's way up my arm. He moaned as his hand snaked it's way over my shoulder and up my neck. I whimpered when his hand curled around my throat and he started rubbing my jaw with his thumb.

"W-where's Dean?", I whined. He groaned at me and squeezed my throat just hard enough to shut me up.

"If you must know, he's dead.", he growled at me. I started sobbing and tried to pull his hand away from my throat. "But I don't want to talk about Dean!" The monster leaned over me, breathing hard in my ear. "What I want is to be buried deep in that tight cunt", the monster murmured. He was so close to my ear that I could feel his lips moving on my skin. I pulled my hair over my face to try to create a barrier between him and me and he slapped my hand away from my face. I felt his hand creep under my arm and around to the front of my chest, while his other hand moved the hair away from my face. He stuck his nose in my neck while he wrapped my hair around his fist. "It's not nice to try to hide from me, Violet!", he growled, yanking my head back.

"PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!", I whimpered. I felt myself being jerked backwards off the couch and I slammed onto the floor on my back. He climbed on top of me straddling my hips. He tried to grab my arms but I was flailing around as I screamed with my eyes closed. I couldn't bare to look t that face again. "NOOOOOO!"

"VIOLET!", a gruff voice yelled in my face. "VIOLET! WAKE UP!" I froze and looked up at the face hovering over me. Dean had a hold of my wrists, trying to keep me still. "You're OK! He's not here! Calm down!" I blinked up at him, panting. I had rolled off the couch and right out of the blanket. Now I laid completely naked on the cold floor, trembling. He pulled the blanket off the sofa and draped it over me.

"D-Dean?", I stuttered. "Wha...what happened?" I looked up at him confused.

"You had a nightmare!", he whispered. "And you fell off the couch." I bolted upright and grabbed him by the collar, pulling him close to me.

"IT WASN'T A DREAM, DEAN!", I screamed at him in a panic. "HE'S COMING! I SAW HIM HERE! IN THIS ROOM! HE'S GONNA KILL YOU! HE TOLD ME SO! HE'S GONNA KILL YOU AND COME FOR ME!" Dean pulled me into his arms and hugged me tight. I continued to scream at him, but my words were muffled as he held my face against his chest.

"Shhh... I'm not gonna die, OK?" He started stroking my hair, trying to calm me. But I fought against him, trying to shove him away from me. I had to make him listen. I finally wiggled free of his grip and stared up at him.

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I HEARD GUNSHOTS AND SHOUTING AND CRASHING! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME! HE'S GONNA GET LOOSE! I has nearly hyperventilating now and Dean looked scared that I was going crazy or something. He just wrapped me in his arms again, tighter this time. I struggled as hard as I could, but when it was obvious that I couldn't get away from him, I just slumped against his chest and sobbed.

"He's going to kill us all", I whimpered into his chest.