The next few days involved nothing eventful, it was my idea of what life would be like if I didn't professionally hunt demons. Well I guess you can't really say I do it professionally, since I don't get paid.

Anyways, it was exactly how I imagined a normal life would be. Except, you know, I don't think people living normal lives talked about demons and exorcisms. Not unless the definition of normal has changed drastically since I last checked.

I woke up on the fourth morning of staying at the hotel we arrived in after leaving Fay's, to the sound of something moving around the room. The blinking red light of the digital clock read 3:00a.m., it was so dark in the room I could barely see anything except a looming shadow near the motel bathroom.

My hunting instincts immediately kicked in and I crept quietly across the room, my bare feet making little to no noise on the soft, padded carpet. I reached the figure which was facing away from me and jumped on their back, wrapping my arms around their neck to cut off air any air. The person, who I determined with my superb detective skills, was a man, I could tell mostly because of his broad shoulders and he was really tall. As I continued to squeeze the air out of him and he dropped to his knees I heard him try to say something,
"Kaiden-"

How does he know my name? I thought, and then it hit me, I knew that voice. I quickly released my hold around his neck and stumbled back,

"I am so sorry Sam!" I said in a whisper, trying not to wake Dean

Sam was sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, breathing heavily,

"It's okay." He said in a weak voice.

I heard Dean stir from where he was still lying on the bed I had been previously sleeping with him on. I was surprised he hadn't woken up earlier; trying to stop intruders generally makes some noise,

"What's going on?" He asked in a groggy voice,

"Your girlfriend just tried to kill me." Sam wheezed,

I could see Dean's outline nod and lay his head back down onto the pillow,

"Next time actually kill him. Maybe then I won't have to hear his bitching and moaning all the time."

I laughed and turned back to Sam,

"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked,

He nodded his head, but being as stubborn as I am, I helped him up and lead him into the bathroom, closing the door behind his as to not wake Dean again.
I sat Sam down on the toilet so we were closer to eye level and I got a good look at his neck, it didn't look too bad right now, there would probably be some minor bruising but he was lucky I realized it was him when I did,

"So why were you up?" I questioned, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, watching him splash some water on his face.
He looked uncomfortable,

"I had a dream."

Well this was never a good thing; our freaky dreams always resulted in trouble,
"What happened in the dream?"

"It wasn't really all that clear." He said, "It was more like flashes. First you were in a hospital room and Dean was laying unconscious in a bed, and then-" He broke off,

"What Sam?"

He rubbed his neck and I could tell that he didn't want to tell me something. He sighed,

"And then I saw Dean with all these doctors working on him. And then – And then he flat lined."

I stared at him in horror. Flat lined? Dean died. This couldn't be right.
I stood up from where I was sitting and began pacing the small tiled confines of the bathroom,
"Are you sure?" I demanded, "Maybe it was someone else. Or maybe it wasn't a flat line. Maybe it was just a mostly flat line."

Even as the words left my mouth I knew they sounded ridiculous, Sam wouldn't have said anything about it unless he was sure, and a mostly flat line? That was the dumbest thing I'd ever said, out of a ridiculously long list of stupid and dumb things said.

Sam shook his head and looked down at me sadly,
"I'm sure."

"Okay." I said trying to figure out how to deal with the situation, "This is what we do, we do the regular stuff, pretend nothing's wrong, but if there is a dangerous situation we make sure Dean doesn't get hurt. There's no need to alarm him."

"You're right."

We left the bathroom and walked back into the main room, Dean was sound asleep on the bed just as he had when Sam and I had gone into the bathroom.
I told Sam that he should try to get some more sleep, and then I joined Dean on the bed. Even in his sleep he instinctively pulled me towards him as soon as I lay beside him on the bed. His need to protect was so deeply entrenched in him that he did it in his sleep. He was always trying to keep me safe from danger and I allowed him to most of the time, as to not hurt his fragile male ego, but from then on I was determined to do everything I could possibly do to keep him safe as well. There was no way I was going to let Sam's vision come true.