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"Dick's gone!"

Sarah's eyes widened. "WHAT!"

"I walked him to the bathroom, and when I checked, he was missing, there was no way out either. . ." with that said by Stephan, Sarah fainted.

Chapter Four: Suspicions and Nightmares:

"Are you sure you didn't hear or see anything?" Sam asked.

Stephan clenched his fist. "Of Course! If I known I would have told you!" A crash came from upstairs, Stephan seemed a little startled.

Dean looked up. "What was that?"

"Must have been my cell, its on vibrator and it might have fell off the desk." Stephan sighed. "I'll get to it later."

"Alright then." Dean nodded, then looking to Sarah.

Sam frowned at him. 'I don't know but. . . damn. . . Stephan's being suspicious. . . I mean isn't his room on the third floor of this place with the rest of us? Either he's lying or he has one hell of a big phone.'

"I don't know that seemed pretty loud. . ." Sam muttered, "Why don't we check it out Stephan?"

Stephan blinked, "Sure." they got up and went up two flights of stairs.

"What type of phone do you have?" Sam questioned as they entered the first room on the left.

"Motorola Razor. Why?" Stephan answered.

Sam crossed his arms, "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing." Stephan stared at him.

"Right, so a two maybe three ounce phone caused that much noise?" Sam looked back down at him, and turned around, and opened the closet. "I think your lying. . ." and Sam dodged out of the way cause a lot of almost fell on top of him. "Shit." he quickly shut the door.

"There's your culprit, not all things are Supernatural." Stephan grinned.

Sam laughed, "Sorry bout that then, for accusing you. Little up tight."

Stephan chuckled, "Aren't we all? Lets get going then shall we?" he waited till Sam exited the room, Stephan then glared into the room, then whispered, "You better be careful damn it, next time we won't be lucky." two red eyes glared back at him, as Stephan silently went into the hall.

Mean while down stairs Sarah was waking up slowly, and groaned with the pain in her head. "All hail the mighty hangover. . ." Dean smirked down at her and shook his head, "Dean? Please tell me I was drunk and Dick isn't gone and this is all a weird dream."

As many ways he could have answered that, he decided to stay serious. "Sorry Sare, but you weren't drunk, and he was taken." Dean said flat out when David and Dan came into the room.

"Damn. . ." Sarah punched her leg, "I can't deal with this. Not now!"

David looked at her and sighed, "Then deal with it later." Sarah looked up at them startled that they were there. "It's getting late, we should get some sleep, then tomorrow we'll look for the old man's room."

"Why?" Sam asked as him and Stephan came down the stairs entering the room.

"Well since he was a demon hunter I suppose he has weapons in there, or in a Weaponry Room." David replied, "Since we can't go outside to get weapons."

Dean, and Sam pulled out a hand gun from their jackets. Stephan pulled out a switchblade and a bottle of holy water. Sarah stood up and pulled a hand gun from her pants along with a stake, and a knife from her socks.

Dean grinned, "Who say's we weren't prepared?"

Sarah rubbed her head, "I also have potions and spells from a witch friend, salt in case we dig something up, and not to mention a book with an exorcism in any language imaginable in my duffle bag."

Stephan's eyes widened, "Damn girl. . . think you have enough?"

Sarah shook her head at him, "Even if I was on vacation I'd still have the stuff on me."

Dan gulped as David coughed uneasily. "Right. . . um. . . but we all agree that we won't do anything till tomorrow?" Everyone nodded, "Since. . . well Jackie and Dick is gone, we need new arrangements."

"Sarah's staying with me." Dean said.

"I'll stay with Stephan." Sam replied.

"Then that leaves me and David." Dan replied.

"Then we might as well get some sleep now, then look tomorrow." David stated not knowing what else to do. They went to bed but sleep didn't come easy for Sarah, but when it did, it hit her hard.

"Sarah. . . Sarah wake up. . ." came a light voice.

"Go to bed Dickie. . . its three. . . I have school in the morning. . ." a Thirteen year old girl exclaimed, pushing her brother away.

"Boogie man's back. . ." Dick pouted.

"Dick, there's not such thing of the boogie man." Sarah sat up to stare at the five year old.

"Look for yourself. . ." Dick complained. "I saw him."

Sarah stood up annoyed, "Fine fine." she grabbed his hand and led him back to his room, with a flashlight. "What did he look like?"

"He was a big dark Shadow." Sarah bent to the ground and checked under the bed.

"Nothing under here." Sarah stood up and went to the closet, and opened it. "Nothing in here either." She went over to him and smiled sitting on his bed, "See there's nothing to be afraid of." Sarah told him, as she gave him a hug, "Now go to. . ." but she was cut off as something fell onto her nose.

"Sarah. . . what's that?" he asked as Sarah as she wiped it off and her eyes widened as she realized it was blood, slowly she looked up and saw her mother on the ceiling engulfed with flames as blood dripped down.

"MOM!"

Sarah then woke up breathing hard with tears in her eyes, and sweating.

"Go back. . . to bed. . . Sammy. . . just a. . . dream. . ." Sarah looked over as she saw Dean roll onto his back, muttering in his sleep.

'He thinks I'm Sam. . .' Sarah thought as she laid back down wiping her eyes, as she looked at the clock. 'Damn. . . I hate three.' she closed her eyes to try to get more sleep.

It almost came, but she realized something was missing, 'where's the bed?' she opened her eyes and noticed she was hanging upside down above the bed and still rising. Sarah quickly grabbed Dean's arm. "DEAN WAKE UP!" she screamed, as he bolted forward.

"SARAH!" his eyes widened as he realized Sarah was holding on to him as an anchor.

"Gun under my pillow!" she exclaimed as something sharp scratched at her legs. Dean grabbed the handgun and fired at where he thought the thing would be at the ceiling until the chamber was empty. Then a white light zoomed across the room into the entity that held Sarah, and she fell right on top of Dean. She held onto him tightly breathing hard.

"You okay?" Dean asked.

"Physically yeah. . . mentally, can't tell. . ." she replied.

"Maybe you should. . ." he started.

"If you say the word sleep, I'll slap you. . . it ain't gonna happen."she relaxed her grip, "but thanks anyway." she looked at her legs, and they were bleeding, she calmed down slightly. "Wanna help me with this?"

Dean nodded as he got out the first aid kit, he then smirked at her trying to cheer her up. "It slightly scares me that you'd have a gun under your pillow." He said putting something on the claw marks before wrapping it up.

"You mean something actually scares the great Dean?" Sarah joked, it worked.

"Well freaked me out more or less. Makes me wonder what else you hide." Dean chortled, since neither could get any sleep, they spent the night talking.