I passed over the border into Lawrence, Kansas, wondering how my parents would react when I walked up the driveway without Sam or Bryon. Yes, without Bryon. Bryon couldn't handle the fact that after Sam left, I went into mope mode, and I always leapt for the phone when he called. Jealousy, seemingly, coursed through him, and it wasn't a very flattering look on him. So, we decided that before we left campus for the summer, we'd call it quits. Well, we'd said 'see other people,' but everyone knows that 'see other people' means that it's over. I sighed a bit. The neighbors were all going to ask where Sam was, all going to be wondering why we weren't attached at the hip as usual, but I...couldn't tell them. I didn't want to deal with all of the...God, I just couldn't do it. Hearing my mom would be bad enough.

I got close to my place, and noticed that there were red and blue flashing lights all over the place. Concern and shock came over me, as I noticed that they were all concentrated around my house. I got out of my car and rushed up into a crowd of people, my eyes widened with worry. Police officers. Firemen. Detectives. And a...negotiator? Why was there a negotiator outside of my house? "Wh—what's going on here?" I asked, noticing that one of my neighbors, an old woman named Ida Long, glanced at me, worry and sadness spreading across her features. I didn't know what all of this was about, but...I was really starting to freak out. "Ida...what happened?"

She glanced at me, and a the sadness that had been on her face before. "Oh, baby..." she cried out, walking to me about as fast as her little old legs would carry her, and hugging me tightly. "Your mama and daddy been killed by your brother..."

My eyes widened, and my heart started beating out of control. "What?" I stared at Ida, like she was speaking a foreign language. "What? No way. Dyl...wouldn't do that..." I watched as one of the negotiators seemed to be speaking on the phone with someone. "What about...Dylan...is he...is he...d--" I wasn't sure if it had sunk in. And...it couldn't be true, so, maybe Ida didn't have her facts straight.

"No, baby...he hasn't come out yet..." she touched my face and showed me a sympathetic eye. "And he ain't lettin' no one in, either..." she frowned.

I bit my lower lip and looked at her. "Thank you, Ida..." I let her go and walked up to the negotiator and two cops, reaching into my pocket for my ID on my way there. "Hey..." I snapped my fingers when he hung up the phone. "Page Fabrizzio. I'm Judie and Danny's daughter," I held my ID up for them to take. "What's going on here...?" I asked, a worried expression on my face.

One of the negotiators took my ID and glanced it over, handing it to a cop, probably having him check to be sure it was legit. "We'll have to wait until Officer Hastings comes back with your ID before we can disclose that..." he said, turning to the officer and taking a few steps away from me.

I glanced at my house, nervously, noting blood on one of...two of...no, three of the windows. Three? But...Dyl was still alive, right? So...what in the...? Before I had a chance to process another thought, one of the officers, Hastings, I remembered, came up to me and handed me my ID back. "Miss Fabrizzio, I...really hate to be the one to have to tell you this. But...your parents have been murdered..."

My eyes widened even more, and I felt tears playing at the corners, upon hearing that this was actually true. I felt my heart racing, and I looked at Officer Hastings, trying not to cry. "And...Dylan?"

He looked at the ground, then back up at me. "He has two children in there...a pair of neighbor girls, Darby and Emily Wallingford? And he isn't letting anyone in. We're going to use--"

I cut him off. "Have the negotiator call him and let me talk to him. No force necessary. I'll...get him to let me come in...he's my brother, after all..." I suggested. He was about to object, but I cut him off. "He's my brother. I can get through to him. I won't go in alone, I swear..."

He nodded hesitantly and turned to talk to the negotiator, holding an index finger up and telling me to wait. I watched the window, for any sign of movement, and saw a shadow walk past the window, distinctly male. That was Dylan. I knew it. I choked another sob, realizing that this meant that everything was true. I glanced back at the officer, and rather than him, the negotiator approached me with the phone to his ear. I heard him talking. "We have your sister Page here...she'd like to see you, Dylan."

I stared at him, hopefully, wiping my eyes of tears, and watching as he handed me the phone. He mouthed the words 'make sure you don't get sucked into going alone.' I nodded and took the phone. "Dyl? It's Page. How're you doing, bubba?" I asked him, trying to calm him down.

"Come in here. One officer and one only, or they both get it, got it?" he said simply and harshly, and after that the line went dead.

I looked at the negotiator and the officer. "I can only bring one officer with me...but he's going to let me go in..." I said, and watched as the negotiator headed back to a police truck. I figured he was probably going to come with me, which was good since I had no idea what I was supposed to say.

He approached with a bulletproof vest for me, and handed it to me. "Put this on. And take this..." he held a gun out, too.

I nervously obeyed the command given, and followed him to the front door. I heard it unlock as we got closer, and bit my lower lip as I reached down to turn the knob. As soon as the door opened, I felt my heart leap up into my throat, and had to try with all my might not to cry. My parents both lay in the middle of the entryway, atop one another, completely bled out on the kitchen floor. "...no..." I whispered simply, starting toward them, but the negotiator stopped me, grabbing my arm and nodding into the other room, where I could easily see one of the children sitting on the couch. I choked back my sob again and nodded, heading into the living room.

"Welcome home, Pagey..." Dylan spoke with his back turned away from us. "Like the little party I set up for you?"

I took a step toward him and shook my head. "No, Dylan, I don't. Let them go! What did they do to you?" I asked him, approaching one of the girls, but before I could get close enough for it to could, I felt a sharp pain in my arm, and retracted it quickly. "Ahh..." I gasped and turned toward Dylan, who was turning his head toward me slowly. "Wh—what the hell?" I asked.

When Dylan turned around, and his eyes met with mine...his eyes. His eyes were this sickly shade of yellow, and he didn't look like Dylan at all. I felt my body shudder when he looked at me, and he headed toward me, shoved me to the floor and put his index finger on one of the girl's chin's. I watched as the girl, Darby, cried in agony, and started to double over in pain. "STOP IT!" I screamed and started to run toward him, only to be stopped in mid-stride and dropped to the floor by, well, what I wasn't quite sure. "DYLAN! LEAVE HER ALONE!" I screeched, then looked up to see that he was doing the same thing to Emily. "STOP IT!" I screamed.

As though something happened inside of them, both Darby and Emily dropped to the couch in heaps. And the next thing I heard was a gunshot, coming from the negotiator, behind me. I jumped, but when Dylan was still standing there, though there was a hole in his shoulder, all I could do was stare. "Pagey? Do me a small favor, would you? Deliver a message to Sammy Winchester. Tell him that...an old friend sends his condolences for Jessica..." he said to me, charging at the officer and giving him the same treatment that he had to Darby and Emily, except he grabbed hold of his chest.

I couldn't think to answer him, since the scene before my eyes was...just...unbelievable. I watched as the officer dropped to the floor, then Dylan turned to me. He walked up to me slowly, and grabbed hold of my shoulder...and all of a sudden, by body was filled with the most excruciating pain I had ever felt in my life. "Can you deliver the message to Sammy for me, Page?"

I tried to think to answer, but the pain was so severe that...I couldn't do anything. I screamed, and gasped for air. "Y—yes! Yes! I will!" I spoke between gasps, and then heard the door burst open. Dylan dropped me to the floor, and I saw a white mist exude from his body, before the officers pelted his body with their guns. His body hit the floor, and the last thing I saw as his head turned toward me, were his eyes—without the yellow tint. I shuddered and sobbed aloud, crawling over to Dylan's body and holding onto him...