She turned to face Carly, a smile appearing on her lips. "You recognize me..."

Her voice was quiet yet light. A voice Carly had never heard before. There were family videos her mother had taken in the first six months of her life, but Carly's father never let her watch them. This was the first time she had ever heard her mother's voice.

"Is this a dream?" Carly whispered.

"Yes...but that doesn't mean it can't be real to you," she smiled, the light of the fire shining off her perfectly white teeth as her gaze looked Carly up and down. "It's nice to see you all grown up. The last time I saw you…"

"You were burning upon my ceiling because of the deal you made with Azazel, so I would be given demon blood," Carly said, a snip to her voice.

Her mother's smile faded as she looked down at her feet. Her gaze returned to Carly's with guilt. She tried to squeeze Carly's shoulder, but Carly moved back before she could. There was a hurt look in her mother's eyes, but she tried to keep a smile on her face.

"I didn't know Azazel would do that to you. Your father was dying of cancer and I made a deal to save him. Azazel told me the price would be paid in the future, but never told me the consequences of my deal," she explained with a sigh. "When I found him in your room that night...I tried to get him away from you, but I wasn't fast enough."

"Dad wasn't really worth any kind of deal," Carly spat.

"He wasn't always like that. He was kind, thoughtful, and loved you more than anything. My death broke him and he turned to alcohol rather than trying to heal," Her Mother said.

"Yeah, broke him and turned him into a psycho who used me as an ashtray," Carly muttered.

"Look, I want you to know that when I made that deal many moons ago...I didn't know this was going to happen. I had no idea Azazel would come back for you or that your father would go off the deep end...I didn't know and for that I am sorry," she apologized.

There was genuine guilt in her eyes and Carly truly believed her, but the more time that passed, the more suspicious Carly became of this dream. This was the first time Carly had EVER had a dream about her mother and it seemed too realistic, like she was having a real conversation with her actual mother. Something about it felt off, but Carly couldn't pinpoint the root cause.

"Why am I suddenly dreaming about you?" Carly asked, shaking her head. "I've never dreamt of you before and this feels…"

"Real?" Her Mother finished with a smile. "Maybe you missed me, even if you didn't realize it. There are many causes for dreams such as this. Stress and anxiety can contribute. Maybe, you just wanted to feel peace."

"But I never truly got to know you, so why would talking to you bring me peace?" Carly asked.

"Simple. I made a deal that caused demon blood to course through your veins, which in turn killed me and got you stuck with your abusive father. Deep down you've probably always wanted to talk to me. To ask me why?" Her Mother explained.

"Maybe…" I muttered.

With that, Carly's eyes flung open and she was met with the water-stained ceiling of the motel room. She turned over to find Dean was gone from his bed, sun shining through the crack in the curtains. Carly suspected Dean went off to get breakfast, so she got up and took a much needed shower. The water was lukewarm at best, but she barely noticed.

As she let the water run across her face, her mind raced a mile a minute. That dream felt so damn real, like she was actually having a conversation with her dead mother. It felt too good to be true, but Carly decided that it was just her wanting to confront her mother after what had happened because she had dealt with enough crap over the last few days and didn't need more to deal with.

Carly spent a good twenty minutes letting the water hit her back before she stepped out, wrapping up in a rough towel. She dried off and dressed in the clothes she brought in the bathroom with her. Once dressed, she stepped out while drying her hair to find the door to the motel room opening. Dean appeared in the doorway with a bagel in his mouth and a paper bag and two coffees in his hands.

When he saw Carly, he put the bag and coffees on the nightstand, removing the bagel from his mouth as he tried to speak. "I got...you...break...fast and...a coffee."

"I can see that," Carly laughed beneath her breath.

Dean finished the bite of his bagel and handed the paper bag to her, Carly grabbing the coffee herself. It was subpar coffee at best, but coffee was better than no coffee. She took a sip as Dean grabbed a newspaper from his back pocket.

"I also found us a case," Dean said, holding up the newspaper in excitement.

Carly sat there with confusion, raising a brow. "A case? Is hunting monsters really what we should be doing right now?"

"It will help distract us until Castiel lets us in on what's going on. Plus it's an interesting one," Dean said, placing the newspaper in Carly's lap.

Carly set her coffee and bagel down on the bed, wiping her lips as she picked up the newspaper, reading the headline aloud. "Girl found along highway with her heart torn from her chest."

"You know what that means, right?" Dean asked.

Carly nodded. "Werewolves."

"Exactly. This girl was found a few towns over in Grosse Pointe and the people are freaking out. She is the fourth victim in the last month and the police are stumped. I thought we could check it out and take care of the problem," Dean suggested.

"We could, but what if it is just some psycho human?" Carly asked.

"That's why I set up an appointment with the morgue this afternoon. We both know what werewolf attacks look like. If a werewolf did this, we'll know," Dean said.

Carly sighed beneath her breath. "I don't know, Dean. After everything that has gone down over the last few weeks, I just don't know if I am up to hunting."

"This is exactly why we have to." Dean said, leaning forward on the bed. "You've been through ALOT recently from being turned into a vampire to becoming a blood bag to Sam and then watching him start the apocalypse. It's a lot to deal with and I will never be able to truly understand, but dwelling on the pain won't help."

"Is that what you do?" Carly asked.

"That is the exact opposite of what I do, but I'm not really a role model," Dean admitted.

"I think you are."

Their eyes met as both smiled, Dean laughing to himself. "Well, thank you. Now will you join me in hunting this supposed werewolf?"

"Fine, but I get to choose the names."

"Fine."

The two arrived in town later that day, Dean less than thrilled by the names Carly chose, but he agreed to the deal, so there was no turning back now. The two walked into the police station flashing their FBI badges with none of the small town cops questioning a thing. An officer led them down to the morgue where a single mortician sat at the computer desk.

"May I help you?" The small and stout mortician asked.

"Yes, we are here to take a look at the most recent victim of the attacks this month. I am Agent Spears and this is my partner Agent Bieber," Carly explained with a small smile.

The mortician looked toward Dean with a raised brow as Dean tried to shrug it off. "No relation."

It was obvious he didn't believe Dean, but let it slide after Carly and Dean flashed their badges. The mortician led the two into the back room where a body laid upon a metallic table covered in a sheet. He ordered them to put gloves on and both agreed.

After they had gloves, the mortician gave them some alone time with the body. When he was out of earshot, the two approached the table. Dean mumbled under his breath. "Couldn't you have chosen a better cover name?"

"Yeah, I could've, but the look on your face was something I had to see," Carly whispered.

"Well, when I choose the code names, we'll see who's laughing then." Dean muttered

Carly met his gaze, leaning forward. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

Both smiled before getting back to the point at hand. Each stood on either side of the table, Carly grabbing the sheet with her hands. She pulled the sheet down to the girl's belly button.

At the beginning, seeing a dead body like this bothered Carly, but now she was so desensitized to this sort of thing that she barely flinched. Whether that was a good thing or bad thing she couldn't really tell.

Dean and Carly noticed the hole within the body's chest, grabbing a magnifying glass to take a better look. It was rugged and rough, but that didn't mean a werewolf did the tearing. So, as Dean looked at the hole in the girl's chest where her heart used to be, Carly looked at the rest of the body.

Carly noticed a mark on the girl's back, but couldn't get a good look as she was laying upon it. So, she maneuvered to the side Dean was on and the two slowly turned the girl onto her side, revealing deep scratches upon her flesh.

"Definitely a werewolf," Dean said, looking at the scratches. "From this, it looks like the wolf knocked her to the ground and ripped her heart out from the back, digging into her skin as it did."

"But why?" Carly asked as they laid the girl back onto her back.

"That's what we'll have to figure out."