A few hours later and we were on the road again. Dean didn't want to stick around to hear the motel manager demand more money for my broken door. I sat in the back seat and stared out the window. I was still in shock from my nightmare and I couldn't bring myself to talk to the guys at the moment. I was enjoying the silence... the day was cool and I lay my head against my door letting the wind brush back my hair. I noticed Sam look at me every once in a while, but he didn't say anything. I just ignored his concerned stares.

Finally after lunch we found a new motel, and Sam was on his way in to the office. I sat back in the back seat and sighed. It was going to be a long week... no job, bad food, and me not able to sleep... this could not get any worse could it? Dean turned in his seat and smiled at me.

"how ya doing back there Sara?" he asked me. I shrugged, my mind was a blank, almost like I was bored.

"okay... so your alive, that's better then nothing I guess." dean said sarcastically. I couldn't help but to smile.

"i am more then alive... I am just tired... I haven't slept well lately..." I said to him forcing a smile. I wasn't lying to dean, my lack of sleep was true. Even with the nights where Sam lay next to me I was restless. But without him I was trapped by torturous nightmares. Dean's smile disappeared. He looked at me with a worried face. I just shrugged again.

"don't worry big brother, I'll be okay. I promise." I told him. He just nodded in reply and got out of the impala. I followed and stretched. The car was roomie but after a certain amount of time you still got cramped. Sam walked out of the office and came over to me. He handed me the key to our room and gave me a weak smile. He still felt bad about leaving me alone earlier that morning. I smiled back and stood on my tippy toes to kiss him. He kissed me back and dean gave a fake cough to remind us of his presence. We broke apart and smiled.

Inside the motel room I set my bag down and began digging through it. It finally hit me that Sam had been hanging out on his laptop a lot today in the car. I looked over at him curiously.

"you find us a new job yet, Sam?" I asked him. I left my voice serious. I wanted him to know that I was willing to work. Actually preferred to work then to sit and think about the past week. I wanted to move on.

"nothing yet, but I'm waiting to hear from bobby, he might find us something." Sam replied just as serious. He was looking through his bag as well, digging out some clean clothes. I paused at what I was doing and approached him slowly. He looked over but didn't smile. He looked remorse, like his puppy just got ran over. I smiled at him, it was hard to control the humor I was feeling. He was so adorable sometimes...

"Sam, I am okay... I don't need protection. Maybe a medic every now and then, but no body guard is required. I had a nightmare. I have a lot of them, I always have. But I am okay and I am glad that you went to get food this morning. Nightmares make ya hungry." I said to him, the last part ghoulishly sarcastic. Sam smiled, finally like his usual self. But as soon as he scooped me up into his arms, his phone rang...

"yeah?" Sam said into the phone.

"what? Bobby you okay...? You gotta be kidding... alright hold on..." Sam was saying confused and angry.

"Sara, there is a demon trapped at bobby's and it wants to talk to you..." Sam said to me.

"what???" I said taking the phone. Bobby was on the other line.

"Sara? Girl I got a demon here stuck in my goddamn living room, and damnedest thing is he asked me to call you. Told me to tell you his name was Cole." bobby said to me, almost angry but amused. I could hear Cole in the background cussing about wanting to be able to move more then four feet.

"alright let me talk to him, bobby, I think I know who your talking about." I said bobby grunted in reply and five seconds later Cole was on the line.

"Sara? It's Cole... can you please tell the old man to let me outta what ever the hell kinda trap this is? Please?" Cole said in a rush.

"watch it demon!" I heard bobby holler.

"first you tell me, which Cole are you? Balthazar Cole? Human Cole? Source Cole? Or immortal Cole?" I demanded. Cole was silence. Then he sighed.

"would it matter if I said the Balthazar Cole..." he resigned into the phone.

I sighed back... I wasn't sure if I could trust him, yet.

"okay, pre or post Phoebe?" I asked.

"what do you mean post, is something going to happen to phoebe?" he demanded of me.

"no Cole, phoebe is fine, and you will be too, but please don't do anything rash, and I will have bobby let you out. Give him the phone back." I said to Cole. I knew I could trust him when he reacted to my post phoebe question. Bobby got back on the phone.

"well whats the verdict kid?" he asked me.

"it's really Cole, but he is still half demon. But that part can come in handy. He's a good guy and you can let him out. " I said, trying to explain.

"alright well you can deal with him, cuz he just kinda disappeared when I opened the trap." bobby said a second later.

"gotcha bobby, I'll talk to ya later. Thanks." I said and I tossed the phone to Sam. But bobby had already hung up. About a minute later Cole shimmered into the room and Sam was pointing his gun at him.

"what the hell are you???" he demanded.

"chill out there kid, I'm hear to talk to the charmed saint..."