Chapter 2

Dean sighed as he sat up from the floor. 'Still in this dumpy world' he thought with another sigh. Getting up, he touched his sweaty shirt and frowned. He shuddered at the nightmare he had and what that little goblin freak did to his chest. Though he could tell it was all an illusion. It sure didn't feel like it though. The man looked behind him to see his best friend and brother sleeping soundly on the bright orange couches, making him slightly jealous. The floor did not do anything good for his back.

As he walked over to the barstools and sat down, he searched his pockets, and he smiled when he found what he was looking for. The man pulled out his flask and unscrewed the bottle, then drank a bit of the whiskey. It did him wonders. Melting his stress from the night before away. He looked out the window to see that it was early in the morning, around 6, surprising him because he wasn't a person to wake at such an hour.

He shifted his gaze to the area where footsteps were coming from. Coming out of the darkened hallway, a teen came out, who was rubbing his eyes as he did. Dean looked away and took another sip of his drink. Carlos looked at him and quietly sighed, then put on a fake smile.

"Morning," he cheerfully said, but keeping his voice down since he saw the other two asleep. Dean nodded in return. Much to his displeasure, the Latino took the seat next to him. "Would you like any coffee?"

"I'm good, I already have my drink," he declined, waving his flask around. Carlos' eyes grew slightly and his smile disappeared.

"Mrs. Knight doesn't like having alcohol here," he informed, making the man look at him.

"She takes care of you?"

"All of us, but she's Kendall and Katie's mom," he answered.

"So none of you drink?" He asked incredulously. The people in his world drink any time they want, no matter what age.

"No, but we all have tasted it before, except Katie and Logan, I think," he shrugged. There was a pause. Although hesitant, the teen spoke up again but with a quieter voice. "...What woke you up so early?"

"Same as you, I'm guessing," he muttered, packing his drink away. Carlos nodded in understanding, subconsciously rubbing his chest from where the Cauchemar attacked him. Suddenly, both of their stomachs growled, making them clamp onto it and look at each other awkwardly. "There isn't anything in the fridge, I don't know how to cook, so you want to pick up food anywhere?"

"You payin'?" He questioned. When Carlos nodded, the Winchester smirked and hopped off the stool to which the teen followed. The Latino quickly changed, since he was still in his pajamas, and took the keys to the BTR mobile. Dean was satisfied to see that the car they arrived at was decent looking, not as good as his baby, but it was good enough. He hopped into the driver's, keys already in ignition, while the teen took passenger. "Know any places 'round here?"

"Um, not any I could think of. They usually don't open around this hour," the teen sighed, internally beating himself up for not figuring that out earlier. Dean hummed in thought as he racked his head for any joints around there. He and Sam had been to LA multiple times for supernatural cases so he knew a place or two to go and eat.

"Ah," he suddenly said when he thought of a place. He quickly pulled out of the parking lot and went on his way. "I know this great burger place where they're open 24 hours and have the best pie. You like pie?"

"I love pie."

"Then I hope you have a big appetite because we are going to have a great breakfast," Dean grinned, already starting to warm up to the kid. The teen nodded with the same enthusiasm. As they drove, it stayed at a peaceful silence, neither of them wanting to break it. Sooner or later, they had arrived. To Carlos, it looked like a sketchy old diner, but to Dean, it was heaven.

They parked the car and entered the lonely diner. Inside had it's retro-looking decor and had a few customers inside. Dean, who saw the waiter, signaled her over when the two sat at a table.

"What drinks could I get you two boys?" The waitresses politely asked with a smile.

"I'll have a coffee and…" Dean looked at the teen, who grew nervous at the sudden attention.

"Orange juice is fine," he quietly told. The waitresses nodded, handed them menus, and left for their drinks. Dean already knew what he was getting, so he set the menu aside.

Carlos on the other hand knew nothing about the place he was in and what goods it carried, even with the menu in hand. He could go for the deluxe breakfast, but that nightmare earlier shrunk his appetite. Maybe the breakfast burrito? Nah, he wasn't a big fan of those.

"I suggest you get the Omega." Carlos looked up from the sheets to a smiling man. The teen looked back down to the menu and searched for the said item. When he found it, he had to convince himself not to drool. By the sound of it, it was a burger. "Best thing I have ever tasted."

"But the guys usually don't let me get big meals for breakfast," he squeaked.

The man frowned. "Well do you see your friends here?"

Carlos shook his head.

"Then they'll never know," he smirked. "Plus, it'll be fine to spoil yourself every once in a while. Get about being by yourself."

Carlos thought about it for a second, then smiled and nodded. He's a grown teenager! He could take care of himself. He doesn't need to follow everything the others tell him to do or not to do. Dean saw the spark of independence in his eyes, making him proud. If only Sam weren't the same with their father. When the waitresses returned for their drinks and orders, she left the two alone once again. "Do you think there could be anything supernatural in our world?"

"I don't know. There could be," Dean answered. "Why?"

"Well, in our group, I'm the childish and person who believes in that kind of stuff, like ghosts and demons," the teen replied. "No one ever believes me when I do see one though."

"Have you?"

"Yeah! There was a ghost at the Palm Woods, but it ended up being a girl-"

"I mean a real one."

"Oh, well, yeah," he answered, but with a quieter tone. Dean nodded his head. "Um, back in Minnesota, my Abuela passed away. A week after her funeral, I swear that I saw her walking around or cooking like she used to. When I saw my mom crying alone, I saw my Abuela comfort her too. I told my mom but she said that ghosts aren't real. I then told my friends and everyone else, but they said the same thing… I know I saw though. And I knew she knew that I was watching."

Dean carefully nodded his head, seeing that it was a slightly touchy subject. 'So this kid doesn't like nobody believing in him' he thought. 'This kid and I are more alike than I thought.' "Ghosts have a certain period of time before they cross the veil. Many who have seen their loved ones after their death are looking past the veil that the ghost had let them. So I do believe you. It was your grandmother trying to communicate with you in some way."

"What do you think she said?"

"Maybe to try to continue life? That although she had passed, there's only the future to look forward to," he wisely said, surprising himself. Carlos nodded and pondered his words. When he knew that the man was right, it gave him the more reason to be like his hero.

"Thanks." Dean nodded and took a sip of his coffee. Soon, their burgers arrived. They thanked the waitress and dug in. In under ten minutes, their large burgers were finished. "Huh. I guess I have some competition," the teen chuckled.

"Sammie could never beat my record," he said proudly. "But I guess you have a point. Even if you're a kid, it won't mean I'll go easy on ya."

"I don't count on it," Carlos smirked. He was about to call the waiter when the man stopped him. "What?

"Pie," was all Dean needed to say to convince the teen. Calling over the waitress once more, he ordered their best pie then waited. Not too long later, the sweet dessert arrived. Dean and Carlos devoured theirs once the woman left.

"That. Was. Amazing," he mumbled, finally setting the cash on the check.

"Told you." He stood up, to which the teen followed, and exited the building to the car. "Come on, let's see what other things we could do."

"Wouldn't we need to get back? I mean, we didn't tell anyone where we left and I have work," Carlos pointed out as they sat in the now running car. Dean slowly looked at him and raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"They'll be fine, we won't be gone for long, but don't you want to take a little break?"

Carlos still felt unsure. "Fine, how about this? You go to work or whatever, Sam, Cas, and I will find this thing but at night, we'll go to a club or something. Sound good?"

"I've never been to a club before," Carlos slowly nodded. Dean grinned and pulled out of the driveway.

"Where were you two?!" Was the first thing that came out of Sam and Kendall's mouth when they entered 2J. Carlos cringed while Dean innocently shrugged and tossed the keys to the leader of the quartet, who stared at it with disbelief.

"U-Um we, uh-" The man cut the teen off.

"We went out for breakfast since we were up early," he easily answered with a shrug. He walked past the group and sat down on the couch, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. The people looked at him incredulously then turned back to the awkward standing teen. Kendall sighed and looked over to Sam.

"We'll be back in a few hours. Call us if you find anything about the Cauchemar." With that said, he along with the other two dragged the remaining teen out the door, slamming it shut. Immediately three smacks were faintly heard with a following 'Ow' from behind the door. Sam and Castiel turned to the preoccupied man and sighed.

"Dean, I suggest you shouldn't take the teenager out anywhere. We can't have any distractions coming between us and the demon," the angel began. Dean slightly rolled his eyes.

"He's a kid-"

"Exactly, Dean! He's a kid. He shouldn't be going around with some stranger without anyone knowing," Sam cut him off, making Dean glare at him slightly.

"He's not with a stranger, I'm his hero, remember?" He said it like it was obvious. He turned off the television and stood up, making his way to the door. "Come on, we have to find out where the Cauchemar is before he claims more victims."

Castiel and Sam looked at each other once more before they both followed the man out.

The Cauchemar smirked as he continued his way down the lanes of dead souls at the cemetery. This new world changes his powers, and he loves it. Unfortunately, only he was the only thing that could experience the fun to torture others. Riding his horse to the center of the area, he closed his eyes and raised his arms. Slowly, he opened his eyes revealing glowing eyes.

"Rise," he commanded. The ground started shaking intensely, wreaking it in the process. Suddenly, hands stretched out from underneath the earth, revealing bodies that staggered to the top, some of them more decomposed than others. They all stood amongst each other, awaiting command. "Creatures from below...You have lived...once but... let me grant you...the chance...to live once more!... Go and rule... the land you once... stood on."

As offered, the zombies staggered their way to the city, off to do anything they pleased. The Cauchemar, satisfied with his work, rode off on his horse seeing that there was nothing more to do. He looked up to see the sun setting. 'I must return to the two. Their lives must end first before any others' he thought.

Carlos staggered over to his bed, collapsing on it while not bothering to change. The entire day was filled with heavy rehearsing and dance practices, bringing his energy down, along with the others. When he entered, he didn't see any of the Supernatural guys anywhere so he assumed they were out figuring out where the Cauchemar was. The rest of the guys collapsed on the floor and didn't get back up, falling asleep there. He had managed to reach his bed but not much after that. He frowned when he had promised Dean that they were gonna head out partying but he was too out of it. Instead, he wrapped himself in a cozy blanket and passed out.

Carlos' dream P.O.V.

I laughed as James told a funny joke at the Palm Woods lobby, Logan and Kendall joining me. I looked around as they continued the conversation. There weren't anyone inside where we were, even Lightning, weird. Actually, now that I see it, no one was there at all. The pool was empty, lobby, even the hallways. Shrugging off the creepy feeling coming up my back, I turned back to my friends only to see that they've disappeared. Strange. That nervous feeling in my stomach grew.

I chuckled in relief when I heard Kendall call my name. Turning around once more, I smiled at my friends- suddenly I was struck with something in my stomach. I gasped at the sharp pain there. Looking down, I felt myself starting to grow dizzy as I looked at the gushing blood escaping my body with wide eyes. I looked up in panic only to see Kendall's satisfied face looked straight at mines, his hand still on the blade in me.

I looked over to see Logan and James laughing at my misery. They were LAUGHING. I felt betrayed, tears stinging my eyes but I refused to let them out. I beg out to my friends why did they do that, but they continued to laugh. I couldn't understand why it was happening, why would they do such a thing?! Kendall suddenly stopped laughing, his face turned serious along with the other two. He leaned closer to my ear and whispered into my ear that made my dam break.

"So weak… That's why we never wanted you as friends." I closed my eyes, having enough and just wanting to be taken away. Away from THEM.

Dean rolled his eyes as he saw Sam and Castiel already making their way to bed, so he decided to do the same. Nothing new came to them after searching desperately for the Cauchemar. It was like it disappeared off the face of the earth, but if that were true then they wouldn't be there. After a few hours, he heard the steady breaths of the two.

Dean sighed as he quietly got up from the floor and made his way to the teens' bedrooms. He looked at all of them, all having certain things on their doors that represented them. He assumed Kendall and Logan's were the plain-looking ones. James had a small sticker on his door that said 'DON'T YOU DARE OPEN THIS DOOR'. Finally, he landed on Carlos' since that one had multiple dents in it. He felt that it was his. Quietly, he knocked on the door but received no answer. He knocked once more but didn't get anything. Deciding it was best, he opened the door and peaked in.

It sort of looked like his room at the bunker but instead of files and pictures of his parents and brother, the teen had his helmet on a podium and pictures of his friends. How could he see? Flashlight. His gaze shifted to the teen in bed. By the looks of it, he was sleeping calmly, though with a pained expression.

Carefully, he made his way to the bed and slowly nudged the teen. What he didn't expect was for him to snap awake and shot up from the bed.

"AH-mmfh." Dean muffled the scream from the teen.

"Hey, hey kid, it's me," he whispered. He felt the Latino calm down so he let him go. Now that he could see him better, Carlos was sweating and his breaths were ragged. The man immediately knew what was up. "Nightmare?"

Carlos whimpered a little. Dean assumed it was the Cauchemar but he didn't want to say it out loud.

"Come on, lets head out. It might clear your mind," he offered, helping the wobbly teen out of bed. Carlos didn't answer though it was a silent agreement. They quietly made their way out of the apartment and to the BTR mobile, the adult already had the keys with him. They drove down to the teen club that was around, the entire ride was silent. Once they arrived, they easily entered (the bouncer thought Dean was Jensen Ackles and he already knew Carlos Garcia). Music was booming throughout the room and many teens were dancing or having non-alcoholic drinks. Some of which were spiked. The two weren't in the mood for dancing so they just weren't to one of the booths to order some drinks. As they arrived, other people recognized the two and started talking to them.

Slowly, they started having fun. At some point, just like the rest of the crowd, had brought alcohol from the outside, so they started drinking and getting wild. The two started sharing to the others that they were hunted by the Cauchemar but they just thought it was an idea for an upcoming episode of Supernatural. Hours passed until it was around three in the morning. Dean and Carlos staggered out of the building and crashed themselves into the BTR mobile, sitting inside.

"...My nightmare. It was pretty bad," Carlos began suddenly, grabbing the focus of the man. For a short period, their drunk selves were put on hold. "I, um, saw my friends. They - they killed me."

Dean frowned. "Don't think that way, it was the Cuachemar. That thing is doing that to you, to us! We'll find a way to stop that thing, one way or another."

Carlos hesitantly nodded then leaned his head against the window. Dean started the car and made his way to the hotel, losing his focus a few times. When they finally got there, he didn't have the energy to head back up so he turned off the car and passed out, the teen had already done the same.

To be continued...