I was wrong about no dreams... but this was more like a nightmare. We were back in the clearing where we burned my sister's body. I was on the ground, the guys on either side of me. I was staring past the flames and the tears were falling from my eyes. With every flicker I saw what I thought was an illusion from the flames. But then I recognized the woman standing on the other side. It was my mother... she was angry and screaming words I could not hear... her face was contorted with rage, and her eyes were no longer green... they were red, like a demon's eyes. I stood up, half expecting the guys to say something, but when I looked over they were gone... and when I looked back my mother was no longer on the other side of the pyre, but right in front of me, her teeth bared like an animals. I jumped back and fell to the ground. She stood over me like a crazy person looking to kill.

"this is why I didn't want her to be around you! This is why I hate you so much! Your a monster! Your a bitch! Your a murderer!!!" the last words came out in a blood curdling scream and I covered my ears as I screamed in terror. I wasn't a murderer, no matter how much my mother hated me... I would never kill someone I loved if I had a choice... but I was screaming along with my mothers crazed screams and I couldn't seem to wake up... I turned to run and thats when I hit the floor in the motel room... I was crying and screaming and alone. Sam was no where in the room... I huddled up to the bed and buried my face in my arms. I screamed again and again, trying to make the pain go away, but it didn't. It just got worse.

Then I jumped out of my skin when the door was kicked in and dean burst in, his gun at the ready... I sure had a way of scaring hunters... I just sat on the floor and sobbed. I knew I was a wreck. I knew I looked terrified. Hell, I was terrified. I knew my eyes looked wild in fear, and that my arm was bleeding from hitting the side of the end table on my way to the floor. I just cried harder. I couldn't believe the mess I was in... dean put his gun on the dresser and came over to me. I pulled away from his touch at first. I was still scared and unsure of my surroundings. But finally dean grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. I rapped my arms around his neck and cried... I wasn't letting go anytime soon. And he helped me up. He saw my arm and looked down at me with a goofy but soft smile.

"need stitches there kiddo, lets go get the kit..." he said to me lightly. I nodded but wouldn't look him in the face. Not yet. I looked at dean like a big brother and I was sure I would kick him if he hit on me. I walked with him and entered his room which was dark, making me tighten my grip on his arm. He just flicked on the light and guided me to a chair. I sat there and took deep breaths, but with each one my heart seemed to get heavier and heavier... I just stared at the floor, watching my tears fall to my knees. Dean sat across from me, only inches away. He prepared the needle and stitch thread and he didn't say a word. I just waited.

"you remind me of what I was like when my father died..." dean finally said. I looked up at him. I remember dean after his father died, he was as torn as I was now...

"i was so tired, and scared, and angry... even when he wasn't around he was guiding Sam and me. And then he wasn't there any more, and it pissed me off. Hell, I thought, how the hell am I going to take care of Sammy and hunt without dad... but I knew after a while that it wasn't like we were kids any more... we could take care of ourselves... but it still hurt..." dean said to me. There was no emotion in his voice as he spoke his piece. And I just sat across from him... I stared at his hand work on my numbed body, not feeling the stitches as they were put in place.

"and now I have a scared and angry girl sitting in front of me, and you know what?" he asked me, but I didn't answer him.

"your like having a little sister I have to protect, not some girl I have to chase. when I see Sammy with you, and see him happy, I see my baby brother and sister. Granted I know you two are more like boy meets girl. But hey at least I ain't trying to chase your tail... I'll leave that to Sammy..." dean laughed a little but I got what he was trying to say. He was trying to say he wasn't going to let me go anywhere. That I was family now, whether I liked it or not.

"thank you dean..." I whispered. My tears had slowed down, and I was starting to calm down again. I looked over at my cut on my arm, which only needed four stitches. Dean cut the last of the excess thread away and gathered up the mess from the kit. He took it to the bathroom and I waited for him to come back...

"where's Sam?" I asked dean as he took his seat again, this time with two beers. He handed one to me.

"went to get food, he should be back any minute now." dean said just as we heard the impala pull up. I waited as dean went to the door and called Sam in. Sam came in and saw me, and I automatically felt awkward. He made a shocked face, looked from dean to me and back again, and finally...

"what the hell happened?" he demanded.

"she fell outta bed after having another one of her nightmares, she cut herself on the end table and I patched her up... after kicking in the door..." dean explained for me. Sam still looked concerned. He put the food down and came over to me.

"you alright? I am so sorry I left you alone..." Sam apologized. I had almost forgotten his promise from the night before.

"yeah Sam, I'm fine. Hungry but fine. What did you get for breakfast?" I asked him pulling a bag of food towards me. Inside were McDonald's... sausage biscuits, egg and biscuits, and pies... I smiled for the first time all morning. Dean looked in the other bag and found more pies. When I took a closer look I noticed they were cherry and I wrinkled my nose.

"i got cherry pies, dean do you have any apple?" I asked holding out my bag. Dean traded me quickly and grabbed a cherry pie from the bag.

"for future record, Sammy, I don't like cherry pie." I smiled taking a bite out of an apple pie. Dean looked at me like I was crazy. But I shrugged. He shook his head and Sam began to laughed... I was still hurting inside, but I was more comfortable then I had been in a very long time.