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Okay. Blake was starting to get slightly concerned. Blake Sam and Dean had been in Rayville for three days now, and Dean was not acting like himself. He was jumping on the bed like he was three in a grown man's body. At first when he started showing child behavior she didn't think much of it. Dean had always been a little childish at times. Thanking that maybe he was just tired and stressed, Blake and Sam went to talk to the latest victims family, leaving Dean on the floor watching Scooby doo.

He didn't even budge when Blake tried to get a Dean reaction out of him saying that she was going to drive the impala. But he just sat there in front of the TV enjoying the cartoon. She didn't want to say anything out loud, but she had a feeling that the witch had gotten to him. Which meant that had to be someone that he had talked to.

As Sam drove the impala to the victims family's house she thought back on the last three days. She wasn't with the boys all that much because they made her stay at the damn hotel, so she wasn't sure who they talked to and who they didn't. But Sam would know. It have to be someone that they talked to since they started investigating this case. That was the only explanation.

She then started thinking back how long it took the other victims before they committed suicide.

It took the first victim about five days before he ended his own life. The others it took longer. So perhaps it depended on the person? Maybe dependent on how happy the childhood memories were?

She then started searching through dean's memories. His earliest memories was of his mother. Mary Winchester was beautiful. She had a kind smile. Dean was happiest then. He was extremely happy when they brought Sam home from the hospital. She couldn't help but smile when little fore year-old dean leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his little brothers for head saying, 'I will always protect you Sammy.' Even back then, he was protecting his little brother.

Moving on from that happy memory she searched for another one. It didn't take long to find it. It was Dean sitting at the table eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Her heart clinched when Merry seemed to get an angry phone call from John. But like the sweetheart that Dean was, he gave his mother a hug. She kept searching through every happy childhood memory.

She suddenly felt like she couldn't breathe when she came upon a memory that she didn't mean to. Dean was asleep in his room when he heard screaming. He was even brave when he was only four. He ran out of his room and towards the screaming to see his brother's nursery on fire and his father giving him his little brother telling him to run. Dean took Sam ran outside the house standing there watching it burn. 'It's okay Sammy.'

"Blake!" Sam's voice jarred her out of Dean's memories and back to the present.

Blinking away the images, she looked at the tall man. "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Because you were like staring into space for ten minutes."

She felt something wet on her cheek. When did she start crying? Looking away from Sam she brushed away the tears. "I'm fine Sammy. Just a random memory of Dean's that was unwanted."

"Oh. We should-"

"I'm so sorry." She said, cutting him off, feeling like she needed to apologize for what she just witnessed. Yeah she had seen every memory of Dean's. But it happened so fast that it was difficult to see which memory she was seeing. "About what happened to your mom."

Sam was Quiet. He was so quiet that she thought that she said the wrong thing. From Dean's memories their mother was a sensitive subject. A unwanted memory of Dean's came to mind. Sam and Dean arguing on a bridge. What Sam said pissed Dean off. But he never told his brother the reason why. 'Mom's gone, and she's never coming back.' It was because those words hurt deep then he would ever let on. Because he loved his mother dearly.

And then she started understanding Dean a little bit better. The reason he doesn't trust her. It's because they had been betrayed and bit in the ass before. Him walking away from Cassie was a decision that he made to try to protect her. Having Cas erase Lisa's and Ben's memories of him. But why didn't he tell them that he was turned into a vampire?

She started to search further into the memory. When she found what she was looking for she understood. He thought he was protecting them. In a way he was right.

"Thanks." Sam finally said.

"Why did you say that? What you said on the bridge? The woman in white? When you were searching for your father. Why did you say that about your mom?" She asked, pushing away the memories that wasn't her own.

He sighed. "I was angry and frustrated. I didn't mean it."

She looked around, Realizing that they were at the victims house. "When did we arrive?"

"A few minutes ago."

"Guess I was lost in thought."

He snorted. "Yeah. Come on."

Blake followed him out of the car and to the door. "Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you seriously lose your soul?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did."

"Wow. Damn. And even when you went insane for a bit. You're still standing here put together again." She smiled.

He returned the smile. He knocked on the door. After a few moments a woman answered. Her eyes red and puffy from crying, she was holding a tissue in her hand. "Can I help you?" She sniffled.

Sam brought out his fate FBI badge showing it to the woman. "I'm ancient Rose. This is my associate agent Willow. Are you Isabella Snow?"

Isabella sniffed. "That's me."

"Do you mind if we come in? We have a few questions to ask you about your husband." Blake said gently.

Isabella nodded and lead them inside into the living room. Blake looked at the several photos with the happy couple. They looked like they were very happy. "Mrs Snow. Did your husband have any history with depression?" Blake asked.

Isabella shook her head. "No. Not even what happened to him."

"What happened to him?" Sam asked.

"His father was abusive. But he was never that way. His father just snapped one day."

"How old was your husband when his father snapped?" Blake asked, a uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her gut. 'Listen to that feeling.' Dean's memories seem to speak.

"12." Isabella sniffled.

"And how long was your husband acting like he was a kid before. Before he took his life?"

"About 12 days."

"12 days?" Suddenly something in her head clicked. The which was choosing certain people with bad childhood memories. But how would the witch know? Unless the witch did their own digging. She needed to know who Dean spoke with. First, was there a hex bag somewhere in the motel room where Dean was? The other victims had hex bags, so why would Dean be any different? But why would the witch go after Dean? Unless the witch knew that he was a hunter. "Thank you for your time. And we're sorry for your loss." She then left the house with Sam close behind. Once they were back in the impala she turned the Sam. "How long was the other victims acting like children before they committed suicide?"

Sam thought a moment. "5, 10, 14, 18, and 12."

"They're living there happiest memories before the worst memory start. That's when they commit suicide is after the bad memories."

Sam looked worried. "How long had Dean-"

"3 days. Sam. What happened to your mother, wasn't Dean 4?"

"Yeah." Sam said, starting up the car and heading back to the motel room.

"I think the which is choosing the victims because of the Bad memories."

"Why?"

"That I couldn't tell you. Maybe the witch has their own bad memories and they're taking it out on other people?" She knew about being frustrated and wanted to take it out on others. That was a dark time, and she had moved past it. "We got to figure that out after we find the hex bag. If we can't. We only have a day to figure out who the witch is into stop them."

Sam nodded. "Then let's not waste anytime."