Author's note: There's a scene in this chapter that wasn't originally planned. I felt it before bed that night and decided to add it in. And to be honest, it related to myself in a way. I believe that if there's something a writer needs to get out, and it could easily fit into the story, do it :) Hope you enjoy.

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That evening, Henry fell into slumber earlier than usual.
It was currently only 8:02pm.
He would never admit to it, but Richard was still draining him. And not just during the waking hours.
It was near impossible for Henry to close his eyes and NOT see his younger brother. EVERY time.
And now, on came another dream:

It was freezing. A familiar setting too.
But, something was wrong.
Water.

Henry couldn't breathe.
Whenever he tried, icy waters entered his airway and filled the lungs.
He choked, tried to struggle, but could not seem to move.
His vision was pitch-black at first, but slowly, images began to come into focus.
But no sounds.

He seemed to be floating under a big plate of glass, because there were faces looking down through it, staring at him. Henry stared back at them, still paralyzed, and right then he knew why this was familiar. This wasn't glass, it was a sheet of ice! This is the kind of thing Connie went through when he had tried to get rid of her so long ago.

All the faces began to fade away, except for one.
Richard.
His expression was serious and seemed to say 'How does it feel?'.
Everything went pitch-black again, and then a soft whisper into Henry's ear: "...die, brother..."

Henry jumped awake and flew into a mini-rage.
Grabbing the nearest object, which happened to be an alarm clock on the table next to the couch he slept on, he flung it across the room. After slamming into the wall and dropping to the floor, it went off loudly. Henry growled and grabbed a hammer as he stormed over to where it lay. "I'm done playing!" He screamed out and smashed it into as many tiny pieces as possible, bringing silence again.

Letting the hammer drop to the floor, he caught his breath and calmed as best he could.
"I'm done playing." He repeated, this time quietly and serious.
Henry threw on his coat and started to head out into the night, grabbing up the hammer again on his way out - a last minute decision.

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Jen was so tempted to walk out the front door that evening. After all of the chaos from today, she isolated herself, only accepting Castiel by her side. Connie had tried to reach out and apologize to Jen earlier, but Jen told her not to touch her and to go away. Mark wanted to talk and be supportive, but she even turned him away as well. He finally accepted defeat and let her be to herself for a bit to cool down from all that stress.

Jen sat down on the side of her bed, her eyes staring sadly at the floor. She said nothing, and Castiel approached.
"May I sit with you, Jennifer?" His voice was soft and only nodded and he joined her. "Talk to me, let it out."

Jen sighed, "I've got a problem, Castiel. And it's so wrong. So fucked up. I shouldn't even have this problem..."
"I'm listening. Get it out Jennifer, you don't deserve the burden of keeping things inside."
Castiel's gentle hand now rested on her back.

"I'm so broken inside. I do my best lately to mask it outside. Castiel..."
Her eyes raised now and looked directly into his, "I'm still so hurt by Henry's complete turn-around."

Castiel nodded slightly and Jen continued, "I'm not saying I still love him. God I hope this isn't that. It's just... well, I put my trust... all my trust and heart... and, hell, even soul... yeah... my life, it was good... or I thought it was anyway. Can you understand what I'm saying...?" Jen's eyes were moistening as fresh tears prepared to fall, "How can I still hurt so much over this evil guy who did me SO wrong? I DON'T want to feel this way!" Her tears fell now, leaving a stream down her cheeks and Castiel reached out, wiping them away gently.

"Jennifer, this is all normal. And you're going to be okay. I understand what you're trying to say. You thought you'd found all you needed. Your heart let down its shields and embraced what it believed to be a castle, only to later find out he had his own secret balcony that wasn't there before."

Jen chuckled nervously, "So to speak."

"You don't love him anymore after this, your heart and soul are just traumatized and in need of healing. I'm here to help. Know that." Castiel wiped another tear away and gave her a sweet smile. "Thanks." Jen smiled back.

"Come on..." Castiel stood, helping Jen to her feet, "let's get out for a bit."
"Go out? What about Mark?"

Castiel shook his head, "Forget about them right now, this time is for you."
Jen said no more, just nodded in approval.

It was very sudden. Maybe only about 2 seconds later, Jen and Castiel were now standing in a night club and he led her over to a table. The dance floor was packed. Tons of people were enjoying themselves tonight and currently dancing to "Call On Me" by Eric Prydz. Jen was surprised that no one seemed to notice their mysterious appearance.

As they sat down, Castiel offered to get her something to drink.
"Just some lemon water is fine."

With a snap of his fingers, Castiel made a glass of Jen's beverage appear on the table in front of her.

"Wow! That... that's amazing.. thank you Castiel."
She laughed.

Castiel grinned. He was glad that he could take her mind off of things, at least for now.
"Go on and taste it. I guarantee you there's no other quite like it."

Jen laughed again, "Well aren't you proud of yourself. Okay."

She lifted the glass to her lips and began to drink. It was just going to be a quick taste, but it was so delicious, her tasting lasted a few more seconds. "Ahh..." She breathed as she set the glass back down, "You're right, Castiel, that is some fantastic lemon water there. Heavenly..."
Jen laughed some more and shot a wink in his direction.

This brought a chuckle from Castiel as well.

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From the upstairs level, a figure now stood looking over the railing and right down at them.
"Isn't this interesting." The male said to himself.

It was Henry.

He had been hanging around and drinking in this same bar for the past 25 minutes.

Downing the last of his whiskey in a quick shot, he smiled in his usual sinister/creepy way and reached into his coat pocket, where he pulled the hammer back out. "I'm done playing." He mumbled to himself.