We tracked the witches to an exact address and as we pull into town I start to get nervous. My mind starts going a mile a minute: What if we can't stop them? What if this is leading up to me seeing the boys actually die? I can't stop these thoughts from entering my mind, but I try my best to ignore them. I touch the anti-witch talisman that hangs around my neck, which Bobby said might help me, but he wasn't sure.

I go over the plan we made at Bobby's countless times in my head,

"Okay," Dean said as we all sat at Bobby's table, "I think Maddy and I should go in through the front and distract the witches while Sam and Bobby get the spells ready outside."

Sam looks at me with pleading eyes, "Maddy's the one they want, what's going to stop them from killing her on the spot?"

I reach over and squeeze Sam's hand reassuringly, "They'll just use the visions against me if they find me doing spells outside."

Sam looks defeated because he knows it's true, he sighs and squeezes my hand back, "I don't like it, but I trust you."

Bobby stands up, "Okay then, it's settled. We should leave right away."

As I sit in the back of the Impala, I reach over and examine the witch killing 'bombs' that Bobby made. He tweaked the spell and made these bottles that, once the incantation is read, you can throw at the witches to instantly kill them. I turn my attention away from them and back to the road as we pull off the main street and into a quiet neighborhood.

"Alright," Sam says, "The house is just ahead so we should go on foot now."

The four of us stealthily approach the house and we recognize the man from Bobby's house through the window. He appears to be arguing with a woman, we hear snippets of their conversation.

The woman points her finger at the man, "I can't believe that you got yourself seen!" she screams.

He takes a step back, "I had to make sure the spell was working on the girl."

She lets out a frustrated sound, "We should have killed her ages ago."

I tense at these words, but fear doesn't run through me, anger does. I look at the others, "Let's get this over with."

As we take our positions, Sam locks eyes with me and without saying a word I understand what he's saying, "Be careful."

I smile at him and mouth, "I love you." And then Dean and I kick down the door and run inside. There are four witches sitting inside the house, including the man and woman who we saw arguing.

The woman narrows her eyes at me, "How dare you come into our house!" She waves her hand and sends Dean flying across the room and through the dining room table.

I clench my fists, "I'm the one you want, I finished off the spell that killed your precious murderer Liane."

The woman lets out an angry scream, "Don't ever say her name!" She whispers a spell under her breath and everyone around me suddenly disappears. I look around confused, but realize I am in one of the hallucinations when the bodies of Sam, Dean and Bobby appear around me. They have been killed in every way imaginable and it's hard to look anywhere without seeing their lifeless eyes.

I grab the talisman that hangs around my neck and close my eyes shouting, "Enough!" and when I open my eyes again I'm back in reality. The woman looks shocked but regains her composure as she throws me against the opposite wall. All of the witches crowd around me and start chanting together. Pain pierces through my head and I grab it, screaming into the carpeted floor. The window next to us explodes inward before the witches can finish their spell and Sam and Bobby climb through it. Bobby lights his first bottle and throws it at the closest witch as I roll away to safety. Two more bottles fly, hitting their targets and killing the witches instantly. The woman is the only one who remains, and she backs away from us and into the wall behind her.

I get up and grab the spell bowl from Bobby as I walk towards her. I look her dead in the eyes, "We made this potion special for you, so you can tell the other witches who they are dealing with."

She looks at the contents of the bowl and her eyes widen, "No, please!" she pleads, "Don't take my powers! They are all I have!"

I flick my lighter open, producing a flame, "If anyone comes after us again," I say, bringing the lighter closer to the bowl, "I will personally kill them myself, so I suggest you run far away from here and figure out a way to warn the others because we will hunt down every last one of them if we have to."

I light the bowl on fire and the woman lets out an ear-piercing scream as she falls to the ground. When the spell is done she gives us one last glance and runs out the front door to her car, tears streaming down her face. She speeds off down the street and I release the breath I had been holding and slide down on the floor.

"Holy crap!" I say, "That was so scary I thought she was for sure going to kill me before I lit the bowl on fire."

Dean looks down at me with wide eyes, "You were scared!? Good god your little speech was so scary I thought you might kill us all!"

I look up at him and he laughs, "Shut up." I say but can't stop from laughing myself, "I had to scare her out of witchcraft, I don't want more people coming after us!"

Sam pulls me up and hugs me to him, I melt into his embrace and breathe a sigh of relief. "Let's get out of here." Bobby says, "All these alters are giving me the creeps."

We head for the front door. "You don't have to tell me twice." I say, feeling the weight finally lift off of my shoulders because for the first time in almost two weeks, I am finally free of these horrible dreams and hallucinations.

We make it back to Bobby's house. I'm sitting on the couch with Sam's head in my lap, running my fingers through his hair. I can hear Dean and Bobby working on one of the cars outside.

"That feels nice." Sam says, with his eyes closed

Our life can be pretty stressful and busy, so I cherish these moments I have with Sam. I bend down and give him a kiss, "It's nice having some alone time together, we rarely do."

He opens his eyes and looks up at me and reaches up to brush a hand across my cheek, "I love you so much, I'm so glad that we figured out who was causing the hallucinations." His smile fades a little and he becomes more serious, "It was really hard being completely helpless while you lived through your worst nightmares."

I push his hair out of his eyes, "You guys are the only reason I made it through them. If you guys weren't in that motel room to snap me out of it," I think about being trapped in that hallucination and shudder at the thought, "I really don't know what would have happened, it felt so real."

He sits up and I snuggle up next to him, "But," I say, "it's all over with now. We'll just have to wait and see what craziness comes after us next."

He sighs, "Hopefully nothing for a while." Then he laughs, "This has been way too stressful, I think I need a break."

I wrap my arms around him, "I'll do anything, as long as it's with you."

He smiles at me and we lay there on the couch, completely content with just being in each other's company.