Dean immediately left the library and got into his car and sped away. He had no clue as to where he was going but he just had to get away. He had only been driving for ten minutes when he decided to pull over. His thoughts were all over the place. He just couldn't concentrate on anything. The frustration and anger began to build up and he didn't even know who it was toward. That's when he decided to just call it a night and go back to the cabin and search around the area and see if anything popped up into his suspicion.

The sun was slowly setting as Dean paced around the cabin. There was no sign of anything. The cabin was old and looked like it had been there for at least a hundred years. It did look like it was bigger than it appeared but it could have been part of the cabin that was rotted away and that they were planning on

ripping down. Getting even more frustrated with himself, Dean decided to call it a night pretty much and head into the cabin and relax.

Upon entering the room with the beds, Dean banged his shin on one of the posts and that spat out a slew of cusses and then he slowly made it into the shower. The water felt extremely good on his tired muscles and he never even felt the strange force that was waiting for him.

Dean stepped out of the shower, dried, off and put on a very comfortable pair of silk boxers and a shirt. As he stepped into the room he felt a strange force brush past him and then he felt as though he couldn't breath. The last thing he saw was a strange black form standing above him before he gave into oblivion.

Sam hated the fact that Dean had just left him and Kat at the library. Plus the fact that he had taken the car. This meant that Sam had to sit on the back of Kat's motorcycle. And of course she was just as protective about her "baby" as Dean was about his. It took them less than a half hour to return to the cabin. It was pretty dark by the time they returned and Sam was extremely relived to finely be back at a place that felt a little more like home. He was also relived that Dean's car was there which meant that he hadn't done anything stupid. Plus Sam was starting to going crazy from the silence at the library and on the ride back to the cabin. He and Kat had always been extremely open with each other and he had been pushing her about her secret for a while and now she had just shut him out.

Kat- "Okay we're here. You okay Sam?"

He had been zoning out running through everything in his mind.

Kat- "Sammy, you there?"

Sam- "What? Yeah."

Kat just rolled her eyes as they both began to open the door. The lights were off except for the ones in the room with the beds.

Sam- "Well if Dean's here then where is he?"

Kat- "Well he's not out here (the kitchen and living room area). Maybe he's on one of the beds researching as unlikely as that is."

The two opened the door and both were shocked at what they saw. There was Dean lying face down and a little bit of blood on the side of his head. The blood was slowly dripping onto the floor and was beginning to form a little puddle. Both let out a little sigh of relief because 1.) the dead don't bleed and 2.)he hadn't been there for long. Sam was quickly at his brother's side as Kat began to get some first aid stuff from the car (she was at school for a doctor's license and had practically been up to early nurse and she still kept up with some stuff during down time). Sam slowly and gently rolled Dean over to his side and heard him give a slight groan. Then Sam carefully began to lift him up. He had got Dean to the sitting position when Dean 's head lulled over to the right causing his body to follow and his head hit the floor and made a small noise.

Kat- (just entering the room) "Well that sounded good. But he has a thick head and we don't have to tell him."

Sam quickly lifted his brother up and laid him into one of the nearby beds.

Kat- "Sam, he's gonna be fine. It could probably use stitches but I'll do it. Go get yourself cleaned up and then we'll take shifts watching cause I can already tell how worried you are."

Sam- "Kat, are you sure, I mean shouldn't we…"

Kat- "If we take him to a hospital he will kill us and you know that. It will be fine."

And with that Sam went into the bathroom and started the shower. He couldn't help but laugh at how the "wounded heroes" always got the attention and how if Kat really wanted to, how hard she could make the healing process on him.

To Sam's surprise when he got out of the shower, Kat was nearly down. And from the looks of it, she was extremely gently and caring about it. She had cleaned the cut and was using a wet wash cloth on his forehead just to make sure that he wasn't going to get sick. Kat was even whispering to Dean and had some worry left in her eyes. Sam stood still for a while watching the two of them and then Kat's head popped up and she gave a glare to Sam.

Kat- "He's going to be fine."

Sam could tell that she was trying to hide her emotions of how she really felt from him and he just nodded as she took her turn in getting cleaned off. It was getting close to midnight and both Kat and Sam had fallen asleep against their own will.