The light came through the window of Sam and Jessica's apartment. The temperature was unusually high, and a drop of perspiration rolled down Sam's brow. In irritation, he gazed at his computer.

"This computer is glictiching, and I have till tomorrow to turn in this paper!" Sam threw his fist down on the desk, yelling in frustration.

"Hey there, cowboy," Jessica smiled as she stepped around the corner, a glass of lemonade in one hand and a platter of cookies in the other. She placed the dish in front of Sam and shut the laptop. "Sam, you've been working on this paper for hours, take a rest." She encircled her arms around his neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Sam let out a sigh. "I know, but this paper is a big part of my final, and I don't want to blow it."

Jessica let out a soft laugh. " Sam Winchester? Making a mistake on an essay? When I see it, I'll believe it. Sam, you're the most intelligent person I know. You are the only one who can pass this final." She stroked his shoulders and smiled at him.

Sam raised his head and grinned at Jess. "Jess, you always know how to cheer me up. I'm not sure what I did to deserve you, but I'd gladly do it all over again."

Jess burst out laughing. "Good thing you don't have to do that again, Sam, since together forever, right?" Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders as she inquired. She sat down on Sam's lap, and wrapped her arms around his neck, "Forever." He whispered.

"Sam," A familiar voice yelled. Sam peered around but saw nothing or no one.

"Did you hear that?" He questioned Jess, returning his gaze to her, but she was no longer seated on his lap. She wasn't in the flat anymore. "Jess?" he said, looking over his shoulder. He got out of his chair and looked around the living room. He noticed smoke coming from the hallway off to the right. He took a step towards the source of the smoke. It came from the bedroom. He turned the corner and pushed open the door to find the entire room engulfed in flames. Jess stood in the center of the room.

"JESS!" Sam cried.

Jess returned his stare, her petite form almost completely engulfed in flames. "It was meant to be forever, Sam." A tear ran down her face as she said. A loud voice called Sam's name again as he was preparing to enter the room.

"SAM!"

Sam jerked awake in the impala's front seat. Sweat was running down his brow. He took a deep breath and glanced around. He turned to his left, where he saw his older brother.

"Hey, man, are you okay? "You look like you just jumped into a pool," Dean replied, his expression concernedSam inhaled deeply. Another dream - no, another nightmare. A dream wouldn't have him reliving hell over and over. He was sick and tired of having these nightmares. They've been stalking him around for months. Since that fateful night.

"I'm alright," Sam murmured quietly, turning his head to look out the window at the surroundings. Dean's eyes were on him, but he ignored them. Dean was concerned about him, but that was the least of their concerns. All he wanted right now was to find their father and the monster who had stolen his forever.

Dean groaned and increased the volume on the radio slightly.

"And where are we going?" Sam inquired, hoping to break the stillness.

"How can we tell it's a werewolf?" Sam inquired.

Dean rolled his eyes and looked across at his younger brother. "Because Genius, the victim had extensive scratches along his back and a missing heart."

"Yep, definitely sounds like a werewolf," Sam winced.

"Yeah, but Caleb made it seem like it's only one. So maybe we'll be in and out quickly." Dean murmured, looking at Sam.

"Yeah," Sam answered, still staring out the window.

"Hey Sam, you know I'm not one to cry into the arms of others while hugging our feelings out, but if you ever need to talk-" Dean began to speak but was immediately cut short.

"Dean, I understand what you're doing, and I'm OK," Sam stated sternly. "All I want to do right now is get to this werewolf and kill it. After that, we can continue on Finding Dad."

Dean stared at Sam for a few moments before nodding. He turned the radio up more, and pressed his foot on the gas as the impala sped down the backroad they were on.