"Why Bobby?" Karen's sad voice pleaded with Bobby, "Why did you do this to me?"

Angel, Dean, and Bobby were now standing in the kitchen, by the living room. Bobby's wife, Karen Singer, was standing in the doorway leading to the hall.

At her words, Bobby turned around, "I'd have rather died myself than hurt you."

"But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me… again and again. You watched me bleed. Watched me die."

Dean threw a wide eyed look at Angel before coming up behind Bobby and grabbing ahold of him, "Bobby, she's not real."

Bobby didn't respond to him. Instead he kept his grief and guilt stricken eyes on his wife.

Karen continued, "How could you?"

"You were possessed, baby." Tears were dangerously close to falling from his eyes now, "You were rabid. And I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you."

"You're lying. You wanted me dead! If you'd loved me…" Her voice rose to an angry scream, "You would've found a way!"

Bobby sobbed, "I'm sorry."

"Okay, come on." Angel came up behind and grabbed him as well before her voice became more forceful as they pushed him to move, "Come on!"

They dragged him into the living room and just as they began to slide the doors closed, Karen screamed and ran for them.

With Sam…

Saw was walking in the now sunny outside as he rounded the perfect garden of flowers around the house to the back yard. He passed by a line of washed sheets, drying in the wind. When he turned around, Jeremy, Dr. Gregg's research subject that Dean questions, was suddenly there. He swung a bat at Sam, and hit him hard in the chest and shoulder.

Sam fell to the ground with a grunt and held his shoulder as Jeremy moved to stand over him, "Who are you?"

"Who are you? You don't belong here."

"You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head."

"Well, you got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense. He came after me. H- he wanted to hurt me."

Sam raised his eyebrows at the guy, "That may be because you're a killer."

"You should be nicer to me." Jeremy glared, "In here… you're just an insect. I'm a god."

Back inside Bobby's house…

Karen jumped and banged on the doors to the living room as she screamed in anger.

"All of it, Bobby!" Dean said as he and Angel leaned against the door to hold it closed, "Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare!"

Bobby stood across from them, just staring as Karen continued to bang and scream. Angel ran over and grabbed a cord that was on one of the tables to quickly tie around the door handles.

Bobby cried, "I killed her."

"Bobby, this is your dream, okay?" Angel said as she and Dean struggled to tie the doors together, "That means you can control it. You can wake up. Hell, you can do anything you want in here!"

"Just leave me alone." His voice was filled with despair as he walked up behind them, "Let her kill me already."

"Look at me." Dean grabbed hold of him, trying to get him to wake up, to snap out of it all, "You gotta snap out of this. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. We're not gonna let you die! You're like a father to us, Bobby." He pressed him frantically, willing him to understand and believe his words, "You gotta believe us, please!"

Bobby looked between the two of them tensely for a moment. He glanced at the door where his wife was still screaming and trying to break in.

His eyes finally went back to Deans, "I'm dreaming?"

"Yes!" The Winchesters nearly sagged in relief, "Now take control of it."

Bobby looked towards the door, and then he closed his eyes tightly in concentration. Suddenly all the banging and screaming stopped. Dean let go of him and walked over to the doors to remove the cable. He slid the doors open, revealing an empty kitchen. Karen Singer was nowhere in sight.

Bobby's eyes went wide, "I don't believe it."

"Believe it, B." Angel put a comforting hand on his shoulder as she breathed a heavy sigh of relief, "Now, would you please wake up?"

Back with Sam…

Sam was still on the ground with Jeremy standing over him, "Sweet dreams."

Jeremy raised the bat as Sam pulled up his arm to take the impact. As he began to swing it down into a hard hit the three Winchesters suddenly woke up with a gasp at the same time. They each sat up on the beds, panting. Angel dropped the cup that was still in her grasp and ran both of her hands over her face as she looked between her brothers.

Later on at the Hospital…

Bobby was sitting in bed looking over the papers from the investigation as Dean watched him from the next bed over. Angel leaned on the wall beside the door with her arms crossed, also staring at the older hunter with sad eyes.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean earned his attention, continuing when the man looked over at him, "That, uh… That stuff, all that stuff with your wife? That actually happen?"

Bobby's eyes became sad, "Everybody got into huntin' somehow."

Angel's eyes also became sad as she watched the pain fill his face. She shared her sad eyes with Dean before dropping them to the ground.

Dean studied him, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry." He immediately shook his head, "If it weren't for you and your sister, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead." A beat of silence stretched as he looked between the two of them, "Thank you."

Angel nodded with a wink as Dean responded with a twitch of his lips. Sam came in after that, seeing the three of them sharing a moment.

"So, uh…" He cleared his throat to earn their attention softly as he stopped on the other side of Bobbys bed, "Stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now."

"He ain't much of a stoner." Bobby picked up a picture of Jeremy to study it, "His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' something, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head." Dean nodded at that as Bobby picked up another paper and handed it to Sam, "Here's Father of the Year."

The sheet was a copy of a driver's license that read: HENRY DAVID FROST; 3123 Houset Street, Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania; 15122; DOB 12/16/1968; BRN eyes; 5'11".

"He died before Jeremy was 10."

"Looks like a real sweetheart."

"Sounds like a charming man." Angel motioned to Dean, "He told Dean he couldn't have dreams anymore. That bat-to-the-head thing why?"

"Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand." Bobby nodded, "He hasn't dreamt since."

"Till he started dosing the dream drug." Bobby nodded at Dean, "How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?"

"Hey, he was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there."

"How'd he get in there in the first place?" Sam asked, "Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA, or something?"

"Yeah…" Bobby frowned, "'Fore I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it." He grumbled, "Dumbest friggin' thing."

"Dean." Angels green eyes snapped to Deans immediately, "Please tell me you didn't-"

"No! No, I mean I thought about it." He shrugged with a sheepish smile, "But, uh, you two called me before I could say yeah so… saved by the bell I guess."

"Thank God."

Angel sagged in relief at that as her eyes grazed over the trash can beside her. The same trash from earlier littered inside all except for her coffee cup which was supposed to be sitting at the top where she left it. She tensed at that as a scowl formed on her face.

"I'll be right back." Earning looks from the three guys she rushed outside the room and to the nurses station, "Um, excuse me." An older brunette turned at her voice with a smile, "Did you guys happen to empty my uncle's trash by chance?"

"Oh, no not yet." She shook her head, "We're a bit short staffed this week. The Janitorial staff is coming in tomorrow morning for that kind of thing."

"Okay, thank you." She smiled tensely as she made her way back into Bobby's room and looked between the three men grimly, "So. We have a teensy problem."

"What?" Dean frowned at her, "What happened?"

"Boy genius stole my coffee cup from the tash. He must've followed us or something." She sighed, "Which means…"

"Oh, that's great!" Dean grumbled angrily, "Come on, how many times have I told you to lay off the caffeine? Now he can come after either one of you."

"Not necessarily." Sam quelled as he interrupted Angel before she could snark something back, "We just have to find him first."

"We better work fast…" Bobby looked up at Angel, "And stay coffeed up. 'Cause the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep."