Back at the Winchesters house…

After collecting what she could in her own house, Angel found herself scouring her moms house for the remaining supplies she needed. A little less quietly than she had intended when she noisily clinked the glass china together upon moving it. Creaking behind her alerted the hunter to an oncoming attack that she quickly dodged. She grabbed the bat in the man's hand and quickly swept his legs to bring him to the floor with a painful thud.

"Howdy, Sammy." Angel breathed out as she grinned from above her little brother, "That was so easy I'm embarrassed for you."

"Angel?" Confusion filled his face as he looked up at her, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Angel got up to stand, letting him up off the floor and out of her pin, "I left my purse here."

"In the china cabinet?" Sam then turned on the light and saw the box with their parents' silverware on the floor open, "That's Mom's silver."

Angel sighed as she cocked an eyebrow at him, "It appears that it is."

"What, you…" Even more confusion filled his face, "You broke into the house… to steal Mom's silver?"

"No! Maybe." She huffed and rolled her eyes, not wanting to get further into it, "Look, I didn't have a choice, Sam."

"Really?" He scoffed as he walked back over to her, "What's so damn important you gotta steal from your own mother?"

"I didn't have any real silver at my house and this is the only other place I could think to look, alright?"

"Okay, what the hells going on, Angel? Hm? Dean owes another bookie or something and he asked you to clean up the mess?"

"Sure, let's go with that. Look, Sammy…" Angel sighed deeply as she met his eyes, "I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry the three of us don't get along. That we're so distant and… and messed up. With everything in me I wish that I could stay and fix it, but I can't. I gotta do this." She nodded at him before turning and retrieving one knife from the box, "People's lives depend on it."

Sam frowned again, his voice softening, "What are you talking about, Ang?

"Nothing." Angel turned back and studied him for a long beat, "Just uh… tell Mom I love her, would you?" Passing him, she squeezed his arm, "Ill see you, Sammy."

Sam frowned, seeing all the emotion in his sister's eyes and knowing that something was up. As she walked out the door, she took one last look at the house and Sam. Still standing in the living room where Angel left him, confusion flooded the youngest Winchester as he listened to the Trans-Ams engine start. Angel was just about to pull away from the house when the passenger door opened and Sam got in the car.

"No, uh-uh." Angel pointed to the door, "Get out of the car, Sam."

"I'm going with you."

"No, you're not, Sam. You're just gonna slow me down."

"Tough."

"This is dangerous and you could get hurt!"

"Yeah, and so could you, Angel." When she went to argue again he cut her off, "Look, I dont know whats going on or the reason behind whatever stupid thing you're about to do. What I do know is that you're my sister and the mother of my nephew so I'm not letting you do it alone. And that's that."

"Fine. Okay." Angel sighed at him but couldn't help the little smile that fluttered across her lips as she put the car in gear and drove off, "But youre taking my lead, little brother, so listen to what i say to do when i say to do it."

That night, on the road…

Sam curiously looked down at a bag sitting between them, "What's in the bag?"

Angel immediately dismissed him, "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Yes, nothing. So just drop it." She shook her head as Sam scoffed and grabbed the bag to open it, "You really do not want to do that, Sam."

"Oh really?" He took out the container of blood that had been in the bag and gaped at it in shock and horror, "What the hell is this?!"

"Blood."

"Yeah, I can see that it's blood, Angel!" He was getting more and more upset by the second, "What the hell is it doing in here?"

"You don't really wanna know."

"No I- I do really wanna know. I really, really, do."

"Alright, fine." She sighed and sent a watchful look as she drove, "I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood."

Sam bulked for a second, "You needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood, why?"

"Because I'm hunting this creature called a Djinn, and that's how you kill it."

"Okay, um…" Sam worriedly patted Angel's arm, "Stop the car."

"Look…" She rolled her eyes, "I know how it sounds."

"Great. Just… Just stop the car."

"No. I'm telling you the truth, Sammy. Look, there's some not-so-nice things lurking around in the dark. Bad things. Nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don't save them, then nobody will."

"Look, I wanna help you, alright. I- I really, really do, but you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so-"

She scoffed, "I wish."

Sam hurriedly took his phone out and started dialing a number. Angel promptly rolled down her window, grabbed his phone, threw it out, and then rolled up the window again.

"What the hell was that, Angel?! That was my phone!"

"Sorry, Sammy, but I'm not going to a rubber room just yet. Gotta finish this job first."

"Ang, I'm just trying to help you out, okay?" He turned his wide worried puppy dog eyes on her, "I don't- I don't want you to get yourself hurt."

"You protect me?"

"Yeah!"

"Thats cute, Sammy." She chuckled and patted his leg, "All i need you to do right now is sit tight and try not to get us both killed."

Sam eyed her crazily as she turned on the radio and turned up Mr. Saturday Night Special by Lynyrd Skynyrd.

Outside an old factory…

Angel pulled the Trans-Am up to the familiar abandoned building she had already been to. She looked over at Sam who was fast asleep before picking up her flashlight and shining it in his face.

He woke with a start, "Where are we?"

Angel's eyes studied the familiar doors she's already walked through, "Illinois."

Sam's eyes followed her, "And you think something's in there?"

"I know it is."

Angel led him into the abandoned factory building with her flashlight shining around them.

"See?" Sam's voice was soft as he followed, "There's nothing here, Ang."

Ignoring him, she walked down the same hallway she went through before. The one she got attacked in.

"Look…" Sam closely followed behind, "Jax has gotta be worried sick about you, Ang. Come on, let- let's just go."

A sound alerted her and she stopped walking and held up a hand to him, "Shh."

At the sound of a high-pitched whimpering coming from somewhere close in the building Sam finally started to take her seriously, "What the hell is that?"

Angel turned her head to look at him with serious eyes, "Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut."

The two of them approached a big room where they saw bodies hanging from the ceiling by their wrists. They were the same two bodies she saw in the hallway closet earlier. Next to one of the bodies was a drained blood bag hanging off an IV rack.

Shock and fear filled Sam from beside her, "What the hell?"

Angel looked further to the right, and saw the woman that had been appearing ever sice she woke up in this reality. She was hanging just like the other bodies. Angel quickly approached her, Sam close behind, and she saw another blood bag next to her, filled with blood. Her eyes were open, but she looked close to dead.

"Its… It's her."

"Ang…" Sam looked at the bag and at the woman's wrists that were tied, just like the others, as she began to moan and whimper, "What's going on?"

Angel immediately grabbed him in alarm and put a finger to her mouth to signal him to be quiet when she saw the shadow of the Djinn moving behind a wall towards them. When it came out from behind a wall and walked up behind the woman, the two of them were gone. They had both moved behind a different utility wall where they could still see him.

"Where's my dad?" The woman sobbed, "I won't tell…" Her eyes focused on the Djinn, "Don't." She moved her feet away from the Djinn as she cried, "Where's my dad?"

The Djinn touched her face, "Sleep." Blue flares moved over her cheek as he stroked her, and his eyes glowed bright blue, "Sleep… Sleep."

Her head fell forward, eyes still open, as her feet relaxed, falling forward again. The Djinn rested his face against her arms, caressing her as he breathed heavily with his eyes closed. He then went for the blood bag beside her. Pulling out one straw and putting it to his mouth to drink her blood.

Upon seeing that Sam gagged in disgust, alerting the Djinn. He turned around right away, eyes flashing blue, and began to move towards their hiding place. Again, when he got there, both of them were gone. The Djinn then walked up some creaky steps where Sam and Angel were standing under. They both looked up and followed his steps with their eyes until a door closed in the background.

"This is real?" Sam's eyes widened into saucers as he began to breathe loudly, "You're not crazy?"

"She didn't know where she was…" Angel mused out loud, "She thought she was with her father." Sam followed her as she hurriedly walked back over to the woman, "This thing doesn't grant actual wishes. It just makes you think it has."

"Angel." Sam hurriedly turned to her, "That thing could come back, alright?"

Angel walked past him in the opposite direction of the woman when something almost familiar caught her eye. She looked up at a light bulb as it started to flicker in brighter light. Momentary flashes of her own bound and hanging wrists filled her vision as pain almost sliced through her body. She started to gasp out, struggling to breathe, as the realization of what was going on was filling her.

"Ang, please."

"What if im like her?" Angel gasped out heavily, "What if I'm tied up in here too? What if all of this is in my head?"