Dean and Sam bounded up the stairs, two at a time to reach Brianna. The little girl was still screaming and it scared the shit out of them. Dean burst through the door to find Brianna caught in a horrendous nightmare. The child was practically thrashing in her small bed, covers in disarray. Her breath was coming out in short gasps and her face was reddened.

"Brianna!" Dean yelled, reaching for the panicked little girl. He pulled her into his arms but she continued to fight. Sam grabbed her little arms in an attempt to get her to relax. Both spoke to her, coaxing her out of her nightmare. Minutes later, her body began to still.

"Brianna, are you awake? Talk to us baby?" Brianna was much disoriented. Her eyes weren't open but she was feeling around. Her breathing slowed and her face became less red.

"That's it Brianna, just relax," Sam said, rubbing her arms.

"Uncle…Dean…Uncle Sam?" She whispered hoarsely.

"Yea baby we're here. You ok?" Sam asked.

Brianna shook her head no. "What's wrong baby?" Dean asked.

"Bad dream," she mumbled, burying her head deeper into Dean's chest.

"What did you dream about?" Sam asked, but Brianna shook her head no again.

"Come on. You'll feel better if you tell us," Dean assured her. Brianna peaked her eyes away from Dean's shirt.

"Mommy," she whispered.

"What kind of dream did you have about Mommy?" Dean asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. He looked at Sam and he looked just as concerned as Dean felt.

"She…was…in a dark room with a bad man, Uncle Dean. He had scary eyes," she whispered.

"What kind of eyes did he have?" Dean asked, his grip getting tighter on the little girl.

"They were yellow. He was mean to Mommy and he hit her when she didn't listen. Mommy had her hair and didn't look sick anymore. He said Mommy was his forever and that he…he…" But she didn't answer but buried her face back into Dean's shirt.

"What…what did he say?" Sam pushed, sharing a troubled look with his brother.

"He…he said…he was gonna kill her brothers' and take me to live with Mommy. Does he want to kill you Uncle Dean and Uncle Sam?" Brianna asked wide-eyed, clearly terrified.

"We're gonna do everything we can so that doesn't happen," Dean said, kissing the girl on the forehead.

"Don't let the bad man get me," she whispered.

"We won't let that happen," Dean said and he meant it. No sooner had the words escaped his mouth the lights began to flicker. Sam, Dean, and Brianna looked around the room and Dean immediately jumped into action, realizing what was happening.

"Sam we need to leave now!"

"Wait!" Brianna yelled, jumping from Dean's arms and grabbed her bear and her Charlotte's Web. Dean quickly picked her back and the three ran from the house.

Outside, the trees were swaying ominously, threatening to snap and fall on the Winchester's.

"What's happening?" Brianna screamed as Dean practically threw Brianna to Sam, getting in the Impala. Thunder roared and lightening lit up the sky.

Brianna was crying and Sam was whispering calming thoughts to her while Dean sped away from the house. The storm continued to grow and seemed to be right outside the roaring Impala.

Sam began whispering a strong protection charm and the storm seemed to lift off the car. Dean smiled appreciatively at Sam and continued to drive.

"What the hell is going on Dean?" Sam asked.

"I don't know Sam. But I know where we got to go."

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Forty five minutes later, they arrived at Pastor Jim's house, where, lucky for them, Missouri was currently vacationing.

Quickly Dean and Sam, holding Brianna, hurried to the door. Dean banged hard, hoping the sooner they heard him, the sooner they were safe.

The wind was picking up again, and Sam shifted Brianna in his arms, holding her face into his shoulder.

"Come on, Come ON!" Dean yelled banging on the door.

A harried looking priest pulled open the door and didn't have time to greet the Winchester's because he was pushed back through the door. Dean pushed the door closed and latched the lock. Sam, still holding Brianna to his shoulder, and Dean were out of breathe, but knew they'd be safe for now.

"What's wrong?" Jim asked worriedly. All three in front of him were winded and visibly shaken. They were wearing their pajamas and carried no supplies with them, aside for a bear and Charlotte's Web.

"We need your help." Dean said wearily.