This deals with Eve leaving, again it's a little bit of a filler chapter. I'm also taking a look at Dean's thought's on what happened to him at the end of Devil's Trap. Thanks again to EmSyd, despite the 600 plus hits that this has had, the only reviewer that I have. It takes two seconds and really, just a word will do, good or bad, all I ask for is that you don't flame me!! On we go:

Chapter 7: Haunting Memories

Eve had already made her decision as she entered the room in the hospital. This demon, this Davian, wished to hurt Dean, she could not allow it. Even had her Angel father not come and told her to go, she would have. To keep Dean safe she would do anything. She had come to the hospital in her own car, she wanted to tell everybody together that she was leaving for a few days. She wanted Davian dead before he had chance to send anything else to get any of the Winchesters.

Dean did not look like he had slept well, his eyes were red rimmed and circled in black. His smile was weak and half hearted and the look that he directed at John held a measure of fear. Eve frowned, what had happened in the night? She tried to ask him and he looked away, not saying a word to her or Sam and barely acknowledging John at all.

"Dean? Please look at me. I have something I have to tell you all," she whispered. He turned back to face her, some part of him dreading her words, knowing that she was leaving.

"I have to go, Kate wasn't the only thing after you, all of you. I know who and where and I'm going after him."

"What is it, Eve?" John demanded.

"I can handle it, John, a single demon I can handle. Don't panic, it's not the one that put Dean in here, though he's taking orders from him. Davian will be easy in comparison to that one, probably to his brother and sister too, but your boys would know all about that." She saw Sam wince and knew that she was right. "He's only a tracker, not a soldier, don't worry about me. I'll be back in a few days." She kissed Sam and John on the cheek and then planted a brief kiss on Dean's lips, not caring how John reacted. "Goodbye."

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"Even when they were fighting it was more concern than he ever showed for you." The demon's taunts raced through his mind, the demon in the body of his father. Exchanged insults, a moment of dread, terror and then the pain came. He writhed against the wall, horrified to see the blood pouring from some unknown place, hearing Sam's yelling, barely able to see past the pain, barely able to think, knowing that the thing was trying to kill him.

"Dad," he gasped, feeling the blood rising in his throat. "Don't you let it kill me." The thing, his dad's face, merely smirked and intensified the pain. "Dad, please." He felt the tears, ashamed of his weakness, the pain taking him over some unknown threshold where everything else lost all feeling or meaning. He could no longer feel the wall behind him or the unseen bonds that he strained against. All he felt was the pain in his chest, the difficult beating of his heart, his own fear of death at the hands of the thing that he had spent twenty three years hunting and the mental torment caused by the words of the thing. Designed to hurt him but that touched on his own deeply hidden fears and probably those of his own father too. The pain reached a new high and he felt himself on the verge of passing out, it seemed to have taken forever to reach this point, but it came and was denied him. His father lowered his head and when it came up again, his sorrowful brown eyes looked at his son.

"Enough," he whispered and behind him, Dean saw Sam fall forwards, though his pain was still very real, his head slumped on his chest as he fought for consciousness. Then the Demon was back and the colt was trained on it, aimed at it's chest, his father's chest.

"You kill me, you kill your Dad," the thing spread it's arms, certain that Sam would not pull the trigger.

"I know," he said in reply, dropped his aim and pulled the trigger. Dean fell to the floor, barely noticing past the haze of pain and tears. Sam had just shot their father. He sensed Sam near him, heard him comment on how much blood he had lost, it barely registered and without a thought he ordered Sam to check on his father. He knew that Sam was reluctant to and within minutes Dean heard the last thing he ever wanted to hear.

"You shoot me, Sam, you shoot me in the heart," Dean wanted to cry out in pain, the mental torment at what he was seeing now drowning the physical pain of his torture.

"Sam, no," he whispered and heard his father order Sam to kill him again. "No." then it was gone, pouring out of his fathers body. He felt a brief moment of relief, mixed with regret and he knew that his father was going to tear strips from them for not obeying his orders. Dean did not care, his family was still together, that was all that mattered. For a moment consciousness left him and then he was in the Impala, his beautiful car, and they were driving away from the cabin. Sam glanced in the mirror and seeing that he was awake smiled tightly at him before turning his attention to the road. He heard him say something but was not really sure what it was.

"Sam, killing this thing comes first, before me, before everything." Dean heard his dad say, did he really think that? Did he really believe that revenge came first, was it more important to him than his own son? His flesh and blood? Sam glanced back at him again, his head rested limply against the door, his body numb from pain and blood loss.

"No, sir, not everything," he smiled weakly inside. No matter what his dad believed, Sam would put Dean and his family first. He amended that in his mind, not his family, Dean's wishes and needs. It was a potentially dangerous trait but one that he appreciated none the less. He would have croaked a thanks to his little brother but there was a jarring impact and a noise that set his teeth on edge, dimly he became aware of the large truck that was pushing them from the road and he passed out of consciousness.

Dean shot upright in the hospital bed, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming in hoarse, ragged gasps. The dream had been too real, too clear, to be a dream, but he prayed that it was, deep down he prayed that none of it had ever happened. He wanted it to be a fevered, twisted, figment of his imagination, the result of hearing that truth, a result of Eve being away from him for as long as she had been. That in a few days she would return to him. She had been gone for three days, he hoped that she would return soon.

Ok, again, please R&R, I can't take any credit for the dream sequence and we all know it! I just put into my own words what Dean was thinking, what he remembers. The action is back in the next chapter!!

Artemis