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Jorie opened her eyes to see Dean staring down at her. She frowned at his scruffy face and bloodshot eyes. It wasn't exactly a welcoming sight to wake up to. "Take a picture. It might last longer," she groaned and sat up.

Dean's brows rose in amusement. "Well, hello to you too, Sunshine. Feeling any better?"

Jorie ignored him searching the room with her eyes noting they were no longer in Bobby's house anymore. "Where are we?"

Sam came out of the room adjacent to the bed she sat on. "Still up for debate but all the real versions of us are together this time so I'm calling that a win."

That information came as a relief to Jorie but a more pressing need made itself known. "Is that a bathroom?"

Sam walked into the open room towel drying his hair. "Yes."

Jorie was on her feet in a heartbeat rushing past him and attempting to shut the door. Sam stopped it with his foot. "Door stays open. We need to have eyes on you at all times."

"Even when I pee?" Jorie said in indignation.

"We're not gonna watch you, kid, now knock off the lip and do your business. I'm hungry," Dean said, standing to his feet and stretching.

Jorie huffed. "Fine but if I have issues as a teenager, that's on you."

Sam chuckled and walked towards Dean. "It seems that sleep did her a world of good."

Dean scoffed. "All it did was reset her snark."He reached for his jacket on the back of the chair, shrugging into it. "Get a move on, Jorie!"

Jorie walked out of the bathroom and scowled at him. "Where's there to go?"

"Wherever this dream takes us," Dean replied, heading to the door.

"Hang on a sec, Dean," Sam said, walking up to Jorie and placing a hand on her head. "How'd you sleep?"

Jorie looked up at him through her bangs. "Is it even possible to sleep in a dream?" She shrugged when Sam smiled at her. It was a confusing concept. The thing was she wasn't sure she should divulge the entire truth because, although she did feel like she'd slept an entire night, she'd heard every word the brothers said. Somehow it didn't feel like it was in her best interest to tell them that. "My brain isn't fuzzy anymore."

Sam nodded. "That's good to hear. I want you to listen up for a minute."

Dean leaned against the door, crossing his arms.

"We need some ground rules." He began listing things as he held up fingers. "We stay together in the same room. You stay out of people's heads, especially our dad's. I get your abilities are strong here but they cripple me, Jorie, like a knife to the brain kind of cripple. Can you understand that?" Sam's green eyes were pleading with her making Jorie squirm. She hadn't wanted to hurt Sam. Knowing he was in pain didn't make her feel good at all.

"If Sam goes down…" Dean began ominously.

"Dean." Sam snapped in annoyance.

Dean rolled his eyes. "What?"

Sam shot a death glare in Dean's direction and crouched down in front of Jorie. "I know this is hard, sweetie but you need to let us convince your dad. We don't need your help. Can you understand that?"

Jorie bit her lip. If she could wake her dad up, she would. She didn't care what the brothers said or did. She didn't want to hurt Sam but he did say it wasn't real. This was a dream and Sam was sleeping at Bobby's house. Sure, he could feel pain but compelling people wasn't going to kill Sam.

"Fine," she said crossing her arms in front of her.

Sam stood to his full height again, patting her on the head gently. He didn't say anything else but just exchanged looks with Dean. Jorie wished she could read minds at that moment. Sam and Dean always seemed to be talking to one another without exchanging a single audible word, and it was annoying, not to mention weird. Jorie could plant thoughts and ideas in other's heads, but she couldn't read minds.

"Kid, if Sammy…" began Dean, walking towards Jorie.

Sam stopped him. "Dean, just drop it. I can handle it."

Dean's lower jaw worked out some annoyance but he turned with a huff and opened the door. "Stay together."

The three of them walked out into a dark hallway that led to a staircase. Jorie's eyes were large as she followed Dean down the steps into a large foyer. She'd never seen the place before and couldn't help feeling anxious. Her dad could be having dreams that didn't include her and that made her feel uncertain of what to expect.

"Do you know where we are?" she asked, reaching for Sam's hand. Sam took her small hand in his and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay, Jore. You're safe."

Dean froze and stared at the wall. "Sam, look at that picture. That's…"

"Pastor Jim." Sam finished and scrubbed a hand over his face.

"Why is Mac dreaming about Pastor Jim? Mac only ever met him once…oh, God, Sam, do you think that…" Dean's face paled.

"What?" asked Jorie, her heart rate picking up seeing Dean looking so unsettled.

Sam cleared his throat and swallowed several times. "Um, uh, Pastor Jim is a friend of our Dad's and he, um, did Jenna's funeral."

"The Jenna…like the one my dad still has nightmares about?"

A door slammed behind them and a tall, thin dark-haired man approached them looking solemn. He was dressed fully in black except the white collar at his throat and held a large black book in his hand.

"Hey, boys. Your dad told me he was dropping you off. Things okay?"

Sam licked his lips and exchanged a look at Dean.

"Dad told us to stay put," piped up Dean gruffly. "Never told us why."

The pastor shook his head not looking surprised at the circumstances. "I told him I'd watch out for you boys any time he needed me. Is he on a hunt?"

The pastor didn't seem to see or notice Jorie who stood quietly partially hiding behind Sam but holding his hand tightly. Sam and Dean kept looking at one another but neither one answered the man standing in front of them.

"What about Mackenzie? Your dad said he's been staying with you while his grandmother is away."

Again Sam and Dean were silent. Pastor Jim frowned and then shrugged his shoulders. "Okay, then. Nice chat. Same drill as before. Fridge is full and you have the run of the house. I'll be next door in my office if you need me. Dean, gimme the keys to the impala."

Dean frowned. "Why?"

Pastor Jim held out his hand. "No questions. Your dad said to stay put and this is one way I can be sure."

Dean scowled. "Hell, no."

Sam elbowed Dean. "Do it."

"No, Sammy. Dad doesn't get to dictate whether we leave or not."

Jim continued holding out his hand.

Jorie wrinkled her nose and looked up at Sam. "Why does Dean care so much about the keys to the impala? None of this real."

Dean looked at her, reached into his pocket and relinquished the keys into the pastor's outstretched hand. The man smiled without a word and walked away from them.

Sam and Dean watched as the man walked away.

"He can't hear her?" Dean asked after the man disappeared around a corner.

"Apparently not," Sam replied.

"Why do you care about the keys?" Jorie asked.

Dean sighed.

"He doesn't, Jorie," Sam said.

"Then why did he make it a big deal?"

Dean continued walking down the hallway. and Sam and Jorie followed until they came to an open foyer that led to a large room. Dean walked in and sat down on an old leather sofa. Jorie walked in and looked around the room. It was an old parlour, bright and cheery with colourful wallpaper and bookshelves lining the walls. In the centre was a large piano. Jorie walked over and sat on the bench, pressing her finger on the middle C key.

"Jorie," Dean said her name with a tone of impatience. "We've lived through already, and I'm just playing along."

"Why?" Jorie asked, still pushing keys on the piano.

Sam stood behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Listen, kiddo, your dad is going to show up anytime now. Dean and I remember this day when it happened. Our dad dropped us off and went to find Mac but he doubled back and landed here."

"Why's he running from your dad?" Jorie honestly wanted to know.

"Because he's a hard-ass…" mumbled Dean.

"Dean, you're not helping," Sam muttered.

Sam spun Jorie around on the bench so she was facing him and smiled. "It looks like you're invisible here which is probably a good thing. Your dad is going to show up and then our dad because he is right on his tail. It's going to get loud fast. Just stay calm, and Dean and I are going to see if we can wake him up, okay. And just remember, honey, this is a dream no matter how loud and scary it gets."

Jorie nodded and swung her legs back and forth. She wondered if she was invisible if she could still compel people to do what she wanted.

Dean's knee jiggled up and down as Sam walked over to the chair and plopped down. "I don't know what's worse, knowing what's gonna happen or being shocked if I didn't?" He looked at his watch. "T minus 20 minutes."

Sam leaned back in the chair and reached out his fist towards Dean. "No smoothing things over…just go straight to the wake-up plan."

Dean bumped his fist against Sam's. "Dude, I can't wait to get home. This has been one cracked ride and I'm ready to get off the crazy bus."

Sam nodded. "You got that right."

Jorie stared at them for a moment but then spun back around turning her attention back to the baby grand piano. She loved pianos and didn't often get to play one. She pressed the middle C key again and then set her hands to play a song she remembered from when she was younger. She didn't notice how Sam and Dean turned to stare at her. She lost herself in the music until Dean's voice rose above the notes.

"Where did you learn to play like that?"

Jorie stopped and shrugged. "I just hear songs in my head and I play them."

"It's beautiful, Jorie," Sam complimented.

Jorie smiled and returned to playing. As songs came to her mind, she switched to a new melody. It felt so much easier to play in this dream world. She didn't remember being able to play any song that popped into her head. She felt like she was playing the background music to a movie or something. She soon finished and rested her hands on her lap hearing Sam and Dean clapping behind her. She smiled at their appreciation of her talents then jumped when she heard the door slam. Hard.

"Showtime," Dean muttered.

Sam rushed to Jorie's side, grabbing her hand and standing expectantly as her father rushed into the room, looking frightened.

What's going on? Jorie projected her thoughts onto Sam without thinking and winced when he jerked her arm spinning her to face him. She whispered that she was sorry until she noticed he was shaking his head not looking upset like before.

Dean rose to his feet. "Dad's looking for you."

Mac leaned against the wall trying to catch his breath.

"Do that again," Sam whispered in her ear.

Jorie blinked. It doesn't hurt?

Sam shook his head.

Jorie's eyes rounded. This was new. Maybe projection was different than compulsion. So she could project her thoughts on Sam and he could hear her without pain? When she attempted to compel someone, say Dean, THAT seemed to cause Sam a lot of discomfort.

"Let me try," Sam said. Don't mess with Dean's head, got it?

Jorie's mouth popped open. Had Sam just projected on her mind or was that a coincidence? "I, umm, didn't."

Sam grinned at her.

Mac caught his breath. "I was on a hunt."

The front door slammed again and John Winchester's voice bellowed into the silence. None of them could make out the words.

Mac looked spooked. "And your dad did not want my help."

"I could have told you that, Einstein," Dean muttered as he looked towards Sam and Jorie.

John burst into the room and stopped when he saw Sam and Dean staring at him.

"I can explain," Mac said, putting up his hands in self-defence.

John undid his belt and yanked it from the loops of his pants, folding it in half with the buckle safely in his palm. "You can explain after I knock some sense into you, boy. Sam! Dean! Get the hell out of this room, now."

"Daddy!" Jorie cried stepping forward. Seeing the stern look on John's face made the scene all the more real to her. John didn't move or even acknowledge that he heard her. Don't hit my dad!

Sam winced and gripped Jorie's hand tighter. Don't interfere, Jorie! Sam warned her in her head.

He's gonna hit him, Sammy!

Dean will stop it!

Dean stepped in front of John, swallowing hard. "W-wait, dad, you can't do this."

Listen to Dean. Jorie urged.

Sam winced again, doubling over. Stop, Jorie, please. Sam was forced to let go of her hand to grab at his temples.

Jorie walked towards John, closing her eyes tightly and repeating the same phrase over and over making John stumble and drop the belt in his hand.

Dean grabbed Jorie's hand and pulled her behind him. "Whatever you're doing, stop. I can handle it, now back off. You're hurting Sammy."

John scowled at him. "This has nothing to do with your brother or you."

Dean turned to face Mac, still clinging to Jorie's small hand. "This isn't real, Mac!"

Mac looked at Dean like he'd lost his mind. Jorie eyed her father and felt tears run down her cheeks. She didn't often see her father looking frightened. What had happened?

John grabbed Dean by the scruff of the neck. "Stand down, Dean." He shoved Dean aside and stooped down to retrieve the belt that had fallen on the floor.

Sam shook his head, righting himself again and walked over to stand between John and Dean. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, everyone needs to calm down here."

"This does not concern either one of you. Stand down, Sam. That's an order."

"Dad, what's going on?" asked Sam, wide-eyed and trying to keep his composure while feeling like he was reliving the entire event from when he was 14 or 15 years old. It was freaking him out.

"We're not your Marines, Dad, geez," Dean muttered under his breathe.

"Got something to say to me, Dean?" John asked stepping into Dean's personal space until they were almost nose to nose, gripping his belt tightly in his fist.

Dean swallowed several times but kept an impressive eye on his father. Jorie looked up at the senior Winchester and was in complete awe. He was so intimidating that she imagined paint peeling off the walls at his command. Jorie licked her lips and tried her hand at compulsion again. Back away and listen to Dean.

Sam groaned.

John blinked a few times and then took a step back, glaring at Dean.

Drop the belt.

John dropped his belt to the floor with a look of bewilderment on his face.

Dean glanced at Sam briefly and then looked down at Jorie. He gave her hand a sharp squeeze that pinched her fingers.

"OW!" she complained, trying to yank her hand away. Dean held fast. It was obvious that he did not intend to let go of her any time soon. He glared at her. Jorie swallowed. She didn't need Dean to project words into her head. She could read him loud and clear.

"You had no business following me on that hunt. You could have been killed!" John snapped turning his attention to Mackenzie.

"I saved your ass," Mac growled. "That creature would have torn you to shreds."

"No, that's where you're wrong!"

The windows began to rattle and all four men in the room turned to stare around them. Then glass started to fly everywhere as the entire house shook. Dean covered Jorie with his body, falling to his knees. Jorie winced when she landed on some shards of glass, digging into her knee.

It's just a dream. It's not real, she repeated in her head.

Attagirl. Sam's soft-spoken voice filled her head It's not real.

John kept his hands over his head. "Get in the closet." He motioned for them to follow him.

The men all scrambled towards the closet, keeping their heads covered. John slammed the door and Dean handed him a cord to secure the door.

"What the hell?" Dean shouted in the darkness.

Jorie whimpered softly. She could feel the glass shard sticking out from her knee.

"Is anyone hurt?" John asked.

Help me, Sammy. Jorie cried feeling the glass bite into her hand as she tried to alleviate the pain by pulling up on the fragment.

The men all mumbled they were fine as Jorie trembled from pain. She felt a hand around her waist and could smell Sam's freshly washed hair in the darkness. Suddenly a bright light shone in the closet as Dean used his phone to illuminate where they were. The house still shuddered and they heard more glass shatter from outside the room.

"What's wrong?" Sam whispered in her ear as he stooped to face her.

"My knee."

Sam glanced down and winced, grabbing her free hand and pulling it away from the glass.

"Owww," she cried.

"Dean," Sam said, getting the other man's attention and point towards Jorie's knee. Blood was soaking through her jeans and she could feel it running down her leg. Dean grimaced.

The door handle rattled and then something pounded on the door.

Dean spun on his dad, looking alarmed. "What kind of creature is it?"

Doesn't Dean know? Didn't this happen in the past?

Sam shook his head. There was no hunt last time.

Jorie felt confused. She thought everything in the dream world had already happened in her dad's life for real. What was making the dream evolve a life of its own?

John rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little spooked himself. "Zombie."

"What? A Zombie? What the holy hell? They're a thing?"

John nodded.

Jorie winced and looked to see Sam tightening a belt around the lower part of her knee, supporting the shard from hanging downward. Then he gently wrapped clothing around it to cushion it. He looked up at her solemnly. "Don't disturb it. I can't take it out in here. You might bleed out."

Just then John looked down at Sam. "She okay?"

Jorie froze. He could see her?

Coloured drained away from Sam's face and he looked up at Dean. Dean frowned and rounded on his father. The door continued to rattle and the creature wailed in a high pitch screams making them all cover their ears in defence.

"You can see her?" Dean yelled over the screaming.

John nodded and looked down at Sam. "You boys need to listen to me. The Jargeru is holding Mac at an old abandon warehouse on Industrial Street. He won't be easy to find. You'll need to go underground."

The creature kept wailing and pounding on the door. The wood began to splinter at the hinges. Sam quickly stood and grabbed the handle to keep the door secure.

"Are you all crazy?" Mac shouted over the screaming. "I'm standing right here."

Jorie limped out from behind Dean and stared at her father. Besides looking freaked and annoyed, there was a hint of fear haunting his eyes.

The creature pounded harder putting a fist through the flimsy door, sending splinters into the air. Sam looked around and grabbed a high heel shoe, nailing it in the arm. The creature screeched and pulled its arm back.

Dean grabbed Mac by the arm, forcing him to turn to look at him. "This is a dream, dude. None of this is real."

Mac scoffed as the creature put another fist through the door opposite to the other. "Does that look made up to you?"

John pulled Mac away from the door. "That creature is not real."

"It sure as hell looks real to me!" Mac shouted in his face, incredulously.

Sam turned and leaned against the door. "It's all a nightmare, Mac and you need to wake up!"

Tears fell down Jorie's cheeks as she trembled, silently willing her father to listen to Sam and Dean. This time she did her best to not compel him. Mac looked like he was listening now. He wasn't convinced but he was alert.

"All of this is made up, boy," John said grimly. "Planted firmly in your psyche by a creature called a Jargeru and you can stop it."

Dean grabbed Mac by the scruff of the neck. "This is your dream and you can control it. Hell, you can do anything in here. And you can wake up!" Dean shoved Mac against the clothes hanging behind them.

Mac tried to shove him away but couldn't. "You've gone nuts."

John clamped a hand onto Mac's shoulder. "Take control, boy!"

Dean shook him again. "Snap out of it! Jorie needs you, man."

I need you, daddy.

Mac's eyes flew to Jorie. "Jorie?"

"Dean, wait. We need to know where dad is too." Sam said in desperation, grabbing at his head once again and glaring in Jorie's direction.

John scowled in his direction. "Stand down, Sam!"

Dean ignored Sam and shook Mac again. "I'm not going to let you die, man. You're like a brother to me and Sammy, and your daughter needs you, gawd damn it." Dean rammed him through the clothing and into the back of the wall.

The creature kicked at the door and pulled sections off the door.

Jorie screamed.

"I'm dreaming?" Mac whispered befuddled and staring at Jorie's terrified tear-filled eyes.

"Yes!" shouted Dean through the creature's angry roars. "Now take control of it!"

"Dean!" Sam shouted into the chaos.

Mac walked towards the door, shaking Dean's hands off his neck and stared at the door with determination. He shut his eyes and the door stopped rattling and the limbs of the creature disappeared from the busted and nearly shredded door.

Sam opened the door cautiously and looked around. The creature was gone.

Mac took a few steps towards the door breathing heavily. "I don't believe it." Then he looked down at Jorie again. "Jorie."

Jorie yanked away from Dean who had still managed to keep a hold on her and rushed into her father's arms. "Daddy!"

Mac lifted her into his arms. "Are you okay, baby?"

Jorie sobbed into his chest trembling all over. She wasn't okay and she wouldn't be okay until her father was holding her in his arms for real and not in a dream.

John rounded Mac and stood in front of him. "She'll be fine. My boys will take care of her. Now, will you please wake up?"

"No, dad, wait," Sam pleaded but his words fell on deaf ears.

XxXx

Jorie sat up and looked around. She was back in her room at Bobby's. She quickly scrambled to her feet and looked at her knee. The glass was gone, Sam's make shift protection was gone. Jorie cautiously took a step and screamed out in pain. Her knee gave out and sent her sprawling to the floor. As she held her knee and moaned over the pain, she heard heavy booted footsteps on the stairs. She looked up to see Sam and Dean entered her room. Sam scooped her up in his arms and hugged her in a bear hug. Dean stood panting and staring at Sam as he held Jorie in his arms. Jorie could feel Sam's heart pounding in his chest.

"Are we awake?" Jorie dared to ask.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, we're awake."

Jorie burst into tears. They were awake and now her dad was awake somewhere by himself and the Jargeru still had him.