"No...no...no!" A hooded figure exclaimed as it fell to its knees. The other hooded figures around Rachel fell as well, all crying. But out of them all, the hooded figure who fell first was the worst. Its cry was so...broken. Destroyed. It was heart breaking. Rachel took a step forward, wanting to comfort the figure but before she could, it turned around. "You! This is your fault! You leave and never come back! If I see you again I can't promise I won't kill you," it spat. Rachel opened her mouth to speak but before she could one of the other figures rose from the ground and approached her.

"Rachel!"

Rachel jerked awake, breathing heavily. Rachel took in a shuddering breath and closed her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she was greeted with the sight of three concerned sets of eyes. Rachel sighed tiredly. "What is it?" She asked. She was really tired and wanted to go back to sleep. Over the last few days the nightmares had come back. And they were worse than before. They were so...vivid. And that meant Rachel got no sleep out of the fear of another nightmare.

Ruby frowned. "We are here," she stated simply. Sam, Dean, and Ruby were concerned but Rachel refused to talk about the dreams. She wouldn't talk to Ellen or Jo either. They all wanted to help her but they couldn't really help unless they knew what the problem was.

Rachel ignored their concerned gazes and looked out the window. "Home sweet home," She whispered gloomily as she got out of the car. Just when Rachel thought she was never going to see the hell hole that was Lima, Ohio ever again, she came back. With a growing sense of melancholia, Rachel opened the front door and stood in the doorway of her home.

The place was exactly the way it was when she left. The only difference was the small amount of dust that covered most, if not all, of the things in the house. Suddenly Ruby whistled. "Wow nice place," she said as she came to a stop behind Rachel. Rachel simply grunted.

"Move your ass Gremlin! I want some cold beer," Dean said as he shoved his way passed Rachel. Rachel frowned and shoved him back but it was no use. Dean was on a mission and there was no stopping him. Several seconds later Sam and Ruby followed after him. Rachel rolled her eyes. "What makes you think I have any alcohol?" She hollered.

"Because. The way you made the drinks at the Road House, it was obvious you knew exactly what you were doing," came the muffled reply.

Rachel grumbled under her breath. "Are you guys going to make me bring in all the stuff by myself?" She asked. Silence was her response. "Ass holes!" She yelled as she slammed the front door.

"Rachel!" Dean yelled. Silence. "Rachel," Dean whined. Rachel's face popped out from behind the kitchen wall, scowling. "What the fuck do you want Dean!? I am trying to make dinner," she growled.

Dean gave Rachel his best pouty face. "Can you get me a beer pppllleeeaaassseee?" He in a slightly childish voice. Rachel simply frowned at him and disappeared. Dean grinned victoriously as he turned back to the TV. Several seconds later a cold, hard object connected with the back of his head. Dean turned around, mouth agape. "You're welcome!" Rachel sang in a sickly sweet voice.

"Bitch!" Dean hollered. Rachel grinned and continued to cook.

Minutes Later

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Dean flew over the couch and sprinted into the kitchen. The sight that greeted him was not what he was prepared for. Rachel was rapidly slapping a small fire with a dish towel. Dean stood in the doorway of the kitchen, mouth slightly open, arms crossed. He didn't know whether to be amused, or concerned. Because seriously, who slaps a fire with a dish towel? Apparently Rachel. "Rachel, you do know that is not going to put the fire out right?" He asked.

Rachel stopped momentarily, and huffed. "Well, why don't you get your lazy fat ass over here and help me deal with this," she said.

Dean rolled his eyes as moved to help her. "My ass is not fat. It is perfectly sculpted, thank you very much," he said playfully. Rachel scoffed and opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off.

"My god! Rachel can you please turn off that wailing!? It is interrupting my beauty sleep!" A voice hollered from upstairs. Rachel made a face at the ceiling. "Fuck you Ruby! If you wanted it off, you should have come to see what was wrong!" She yelled at the ceiling.

"We all know what's wrong. You tried to cook. Everybody knows you can't," another voice said from the bottom of the stairs. Jo was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, grinning. Rachel raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "How long have you been standing there?" Rachel asked.

Jo's grin grew as she spoke. "Long enough," she said simply. Rachel uncrossed her arms and pointed at her. "You're lucky I like you," she said.

Jo scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said teasingly. "I am going to go turn off the alarm," she continued.

Rachel moved to go help Dean clean the kitchen but stopped when the doorbell rang. Frustrated, Rachel yanked the door open without thinking. 'Well…so much for not letting people know I was here yet,' she thought as she looked at the person on the other side of the door, frozen.

"Rachel?"

I am a bitch, I know. I made you wait forever and then update…with a cliffhanger. So cruel. None the less, hope you enjoyed.