Author Note: This story line has been really fun to write, let me know if there is anything you want me to include in the stories! :)

I wake to the sound of voices, but I stay still with my eyes closed so I can eavesdrop a little. It sounds like Sam and Dean are sitting at the table, talking in low voices; probably trying not to wake me.

"I can't believe she kept this a secret for so long." Dean sighs

Sam lets out a breath, "Seeing us die over and over again must be so hard, I can't even imagine seeing either or you die even once."

"Well," Dean says, "She's strong Sammy, hell of a lot stronger than either of us." He chuckles a little, "Has to be strong to put up with your ugly face."

It sounds like Sam punches dean in the shoulder, "Shut up Jerk."

They lapse into silence, so I decide that it's time to 'wake up', I roll over and open my eyes. They both turn to me with the same guilty look on their faces, hoping I didn't hear what they were talking about. Sam comes over and kisses me on the forehead before heading into the bathroom to shower. Dean gets up and grabs his jacket, "I'm heading out for some coffee, do you need anything?"

I sit up, "Do you mind if I run out to get it? I think walking will help clear my head up a little."

He considers my offer and looks like he's going to refuse but caves at the last second, "Fine, if anything happens give me a call and I'll come pick you up."

I nod as I slip my jeans on, grab my wallet and head out the door. The cold air feels nice on my skin as I walk around the block to the coffee shop we saw yesterday. I walk in the door and the smell of coffee instantly wakes me up. I go up to the counter where a young man is standing behind the register.

"Hi, what can I get started for you?" He asks, looking me up and down.

"Hey, I'll take three straight up black coffees please." I say as I pull some money out of my wallet.

"Do you think I can get your number along with this order?" He asks with a nervous look on his face.

I smile at him, "I would, if one of these coffees wasn't for my boyfriend." I laugh at his embarrassed expression.

He laughs nervously, "Sorry, I'll get those coffees for you."

He hands me the coffees and after grabbing some sugars I put a few extra bills in his tip jar for his troubles. He thanks me, and I head back to the motel. I balance the to go carrier in one hand as I unlock the door with the other. I'm watching the coffees as I open the door, trying not to spill them.

I laugh, "The dude at the coffee shop was totally trying to get my number, you might have some competition S-Sam…" My voice falters as I finally look up and see Dean lying face down on the floor.

I drop the coffees and they splash all over the floor and walls, and run over to Dean, "Dean! Oh my god, are you okay!"

I roll him over and see that he has bullet wounds through his chest, caked with dried blood. Tears are streaming down my face, "No, no this can't be real. I was gone for like two seconds! I'm having another nightmare. I just have to wake up. You have to wake up, Dean, please." I look over at the bathroom and see a boot peeking out from behind the door. I can barely see because of the tears as I walk over to the bathroom. I push the door open and let out a sob. Sam is slumped against the bath tub with the same gun shot wounds. I can't bear to look at either of them, I walk into the corner of the room and sink down to the floor, too shocked to cry.

'This can't be real', is all I can think, but my visions are usually over by now. Also, they have never been about anything other than our hunts. Fresh tears spill over onto my cheeks as I realize that this must be real life. The two most important men in my life are lying dead, feet from me. I mutter to myself, "I can't go on without you two, I don't know how to be alone anymore."

I put my head between my knees and let my tears soak into my jeans, but suddenly I hear a distant, "Maddy! Snap out of it!", "Can you hear me!"

The voices start to get louder and when I raise my head from my knees I see Sam and Dean kneeling in front of me. I look over where Dean was just lying but there is nothing there, no blood, nothing. Fresh tears well up in my eyes, "Wh-what you were just- you were just d-dead." I look between both of them.

Dean looks terrified, "What happened! You came in here all happy talking about being hit on and then you started screaming, running around saying 'This isn't real…'"

This makes me burst into tears, "I don't wa-want to be strong anymore, I j-just want it to stop! Make it stop!" I yell, holding my shaking hands against my head.

"Talk to us baby, let us help." Sam says while rubbing my back as the sobs start to subside.

I take a few deep breaths as Sam helps me up and steers me towards the chair.

I wipe my eyes and look at their terrified faces, "I walked in here and Dean was lying face down over there," I point to the carpet, "And Sam was lying dead in the bathroom." The boys give each other worried looks. I put my head in my hands, "What's happening to me, now they aren't alternate endings of our hunts, they are full blown hallucinations. I'm going crazy!"

Dean says, "You aren't going crazy, we just have to figure out who or what is doing this to you." He starts muttering things to himself and flipping through their dad's old journal trying to find anything that matches my struggles.

Sam kneels down so that we are eye to eye, he wipes the tears from my eyes and tries to smooth the crease between my eyebrows, "It's alright, we are going to figure this out. Take some deep breaths, stop worrying." I start to relax a little, but I can't stop seeing their dead bodies splayed across the motel room. I look away from the place where dead Dean was laying, and instead look at Sam.

"It felt so real," I whisper, "It's like someone is inside my head, pulling out my worst nightmares and making them reality."

After these words come out of my mouth a thought pops into my head. "Liane…" I say.

Sam and Dean both look at me, "What? Who?" Dean says.

"Liane." I start again. "That witch we killed. She said her companion witches would come for me and make me suffer." I start to panic, "What if they finally found me, and now they are using witchcraft to make me go crazy!"

I expect Dean to deny my thoughts but instead he just says, "Son of a bitch." And sits down on the bed.

We tear the room apart and find five different hex bags scattered throughout my belongings, and one very powerful bag hidden in the room; the one to trigger my hallucination. We light a fire in our motel trash can and throw the hex bags into it.

I stare into the fire, "What do we do now? We can't out run these witches forever. Obviously, they are pretty powerful."

Sam takes my hand, "I don't know. Maybe we should go back to Bobby's for some back up. He has lots of witchcraft books that could help us make protective talismans to help you before we find these witches."

I tuck myself into his side and press my face into his shirt, "Okay."

"Do I really have some competition out there?" Sam asks, looking down at me.

I manage a laugh, "Of course not." And I reach up to give him a quick kiss.

Dean rolls his eyes, and we pack up the car to once again head for the sanctuary that is Bobby Singer's salvage yard.