Disclaimer: This story has the typical violence you'll see in the show along with all the angst. I try not to get too off character or too violent, but I'm giving it a mature rating just to be on the safe side.

I of course own nothing and get nothing but the satisfaction of writing the story and hopefully making it enjoyable for others as well. Comments are always welcome, good or bad. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it.

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5 days ago…

Sarah was in the large room, the long black table, burning candles in the candelabrum, two chairs, and the glass of wine. She waited a moment, not turning around, but knowing that he was in there, somewhere in the shadows. After a short while she felt the warm breath on the back of her neck, then behind her left ear, "sit and join me for a drink?" his voice whispered softly. The incense smell was there, but there was something different in the tone of voice. It was soft and seductive, but a hint of agitation maybe?

She'd had this dream for almost a week now. Always waking as she went to actually take a drink. Her alarm made sure of that. The voice, she thought was Phillip Culver at first, but as it became more agitated the less it sounded like him. Tonight seemed a little different. She really needed to do something with that book; these dreams were giving her the creeps. Though she kept wondering what would happen if just went ahead and took the drink, not like anything can happen to her for real while she's in a dream, right?

The hands on her elbows did not touch her as lightly as it had for the past week. They were holding her a little tighter, but they guided her to the chair as before. She sat down as always and reached for the glass of wine. "It's a very nice wine, please sip and enjoy." Something felt different. Music began playing in the background as she raised the glass to her lips. She hesitated expecting to wake up but she just sat there looking at the wine. "Sip and enjoy Sarah," the voice whispered behind her with a slight edge to it. "It's a good wine and I'd love for you to join me in a glass."

This night was definitely different. This time, a figure moved around from the back of her chair and walked towards the end of the table. She could still hear the music far off in the background. The figure was in a black hooded robe. Once he reached the end, he picked up a glass of wine that had appeared. His face was shadowed and she suddenly remembered the first dream she'd had after finding the statue in the chest. Fear suddenly gripped her stomach and she tried to stand but she couldn't move.

"You have something that we'd like to get." The hooded figure began walking back towards her with his glass of wine. "Please drink with me. We'll toast our new found friendship." He tapped his glass against hers and raised his into the shadows of his hood.

Sarah found that she could move but had no interest in drinking the wine. She began looking around the room for a doorway to leave, but saw only shadows around her. "You know, it's rude to not drink when a toast has been presented." There seems to be a threatening undertone to the voice now. "I'd hate to think that you were a rude guest when so far it's been so pleasant seeing you." A ringing sound off in the distance caught her attention. The hooded figured sighed, "so many interruptions when we're together. But I don't think they should be allowed to disturb us this time. Do you?"

Sarah knew that her alarm had sounded but stopped already. There was no music to be heard anymore. Strange at how only a few moments in here took away over an hour. The ringing of her cell phone should have woken her up too. She was beginning to panic when she felt a hand on her shoulder. The hooded figure, which she wasn't sure was Phillip anymore, had moved over to her side. "Please don't worry. My intention is not to hurt you." For some reason, his voice wasn't very convincing.

Sarah suddenly wakes with a start, she's being shaken roughly. "Sarah! Sarah, wake up!" She jerks up with a sharp inhale. Her dad is standing over her with an extremely concerned look on his face. "Sarah, you're burning up. Are you ok? We should get you to a doctor. Come on and get up, I'll call and let Dr. Branigan know we're coming in."

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"It's not like you to be so late without calling me. You had me worried there, Sarah." Her dad was waiting anxiously for her at the front door as she slowly got dressed and ready to head out. Every muscle in her body hurt and she felt like she'd gotten no sleep at all. "Sorry dad, I'm not sure what's wrong with me today." While sitting in the doctor's office, Sarah realized she had voice mail. Checking it quickly, just the sound of Sam's voice and the fact that they were heading her way made her feel a little better. She wanted to call him back, but her head was spinning and she felt so tired. The doctor came into the room and began the typical examination.

She must have dozed off a couple of times while at the doctor's office. Between sticks flatting her tongue, needles taking blood, and X-Rays, she was exhausted and ready to go home. She wanted to call Sam, she wanted Sam to get that book and figure out what the heck was going on.

Her dad took her back home after picking up a couple of prescriptions. "You'll be ok by yourself? I have to get back to the auction house" he asked as they pulled into the driveway. "Of course. It's just the flu. I'll be fine." She smiled as she stepped out of the car. "Don't worry; you don't have to come in. I'm just going to take these meds and get some more rest." Her dad gave her a concerned look, but nodded his agreement and pulled away.

As she reached the door, she realized that it was slightly ajar. Fear swept through her as she stood on her porch looking at the door. There was no sound coming from inside that she could tell. Hesitantly she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Everything was everywhere. She couldn't believe it. Quickly, she picked up the phone and called her father. He wouldn't be too far away yet. She was trembling and having trouble standing, so she went back out onto the porch and sat on one of the steps. It wasn't long before her father pulled back up into the driveway. She was resting her head against one of the posts. All she really wanted was Sam and to know what the hell was going on.

Once the police arrived, they went into the house and made sure it was clear. "Well, duh," she thought to herself, "I've been sitting out here for over ten minutes, I'm sure if someone was still in there I'd have heard them or they would have come out." She was sick and cranky now. Going through the house, she could see that things she considered valuable that a normal thief would have wanted were still there. She walked down the hallway and into each room. The same thing. Finally, she pulled back the picture in the hallway that hid the safe and opened it. Everything, including that book, was there and the safe did not look like it had been tampered with.

Sarah finally had to sit down, her fever was rising and she hadn't taken any of the meds the doctor had prescribed yet. Her father packed her up and took her to his place to stay until she was feeling better.

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Yesterday…

It took several days for Sarah to push the flu out of her system. At her father's house, she slept well and the housekeeper made sure she drank lots of fluids. Happily, she didn't have that same horrible dream. She finally found her cell phone where her dad had hidden it to make sure she slept. She was disappointed that she'd missed Sam's call and that he wouldn't be coming for a little while longer. She packed up her belongings and headed home. Over the past several days, her father had been working on her house. Well, her father had taken over two of his housekeepers to clean up the place. "Dad can be such a typical rich prude sometimes," she thought to herself and she pulled out of the driveway from her father's house.

Glancing in the rear-view mirror she noticed on several different occasions that a large black car appeared to be following her. She'd even made a couple of stops at the store and post office. She began to worry a little, but pushed it out of her mind. "You're being paranoid," she told herself.

Finally arriving at her house, she was happy to see that everything was picked up and looking very nice. Even if everything wasn't exactly how she liked it, she was grateful for the help in getting it all cleaned up. She picked up her phone and dialed Sam's cell phone. As the phone rings over to voice mail, she hears the loud banging at her door. Fear grips her as it gets louder and sounds more like someone trying to break down her door.

"Sam! I need your help! They're coming after me I think." There is a loud crashing as the front door gives way to the pressures of the two men that now come through it. Sarah starts running down the hallway towards her bedroom. "Get her!" one of them says as they quickly pursue her. "Sam!" Sarah is out of breath and several sets of running footsteps can be heard. "God I hope your close by, I …" Sara cries out, they caught up to her as she entered her bedroom, tripping her and causing her to lose her grip on the phone. It drops and slides across the floor to the other wall.

"No! Leave me alone!" Sarah's cries out as they begin to tie her hands and her feet. She screams in terror, but it's suddenly muffled by the strip of duck tape they've placed over her mouth. They complete their task of tying her. One of the men picks her up and throws her over his shoulder. As he begins to walk out, she watches helplessly as the second walks over and crushes her cell phone.

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Today…

"Oh my God! Dean! We have to get out of here!" Sam franticly runs through the motel room gathering his things and throwing them into his bag.

"Sam? What's wrong?"

"Sarah's in trouble. I just got a voice mail from her and it sounded like someone or something was attacking her."

Dean begins to quickly gather his belongings and throws them into his bag. "Wait. You said voice mail. When did she leave the message?"

Sam pauses and looks at Dean with a very taunt, pale face and fear in his eyes, "Yesterday."

Dean turns away; he doesn't want Sam to see the look in his eyes. It'll take a day to get there and Sarah was attacked yesterday. He grabs the keys and they leave the motel. Squealing tires several feet, they leave the parking lot and head for Sarah's as fast as the Impala will take them.