Dean's POV

"Am I the only one who thinks we're in way over our heads with this case?" I asked Sam hoping he would agree with me. We didn't know what kind of shit we were up against. Not even the Argents really knew, which made me nervous.

"Wow, Dean. I've never seen you turn down a challenge before." Sam seemed surprised, and was downing his second beer.

"This isn't a challenge, Sammy. It's a suicide mission. We've had crazy cases before, but this one takes the cake. I mean if we're talking about taking on ghosts, demons, werewolves, vampires, the whole enchilada all at once. We're screwed." I admitted laying down on the slightly uncomfortable couch.

"All the more reason to help the Argent's out, Dean." Sam said and looked at me with those ridiculous puppy eyes. "Dad, said they're good hunters. Plus they've helped him plenty of times, the least we could do is return the favor." Of course he pulled the Dad card. Should have seen that one coming. I swear there were times where Sammy's self righteous attitude made me wanna punch him in the face. What was worse is that I knew he was right. Damn.

"Alright fine. We'll help them, but if it gets too dicey. We get the hell out of here you understand?" I looked at Sam seriously and he nodded his head. "Found anything on the weird ritual side effects Allison's been having yet?" I asked curiously looking over at the page Sam had Dad's journal open to.

"No, there's nothing in here about the side effects or the ritual, which is kind of unusual. Dad has pretty much every listed ritual known to man in here." Sam said, his voice filled with intrigue. "I may hit the library first thing tomorrow. See what I can find." Thank god he was the book nerd.

"Good idea." I grinned as I drank my beer and sunk into the couch. It felt like I was being swallowed by the cushions. Sam looked at me weird as I constantly moved to get comfortable and then looked back at Dad's journal.

"What I want to know is where they found that ritual in the first place." He said slowly, as I tapped my fingers against my chest thinking the same thing.

"Well, I'm sure that's something we can ask Allison and her friends tomorrow." I shrugged and finished my beer ready for bed. Sam nodded in reply and got up from the chair heading towards the staircase. "You better enjoy that bed, Sammy." I muttered.

"Night, Dean." Sam laughed, while walking up the stairs. I shook my head and eventually closed my eyes ready to get my usual 4 hours of sleep. The next morning when I woke up, the smell of bacon and eggs invaded my nose and made my stomach roar. There was no denying I was hungry… as always. I got up and trudged towards the kitchen and saw Allison cooking. I raised my brow not expecting anything considering we were complete strangers to her.

"Morning." Allison said with a yawn, as she was still cooking the eggs in the skillet. "I was up early, so I thought I'd make you and Sam some breakfast before you headed out to investigate." She scooped some eggs onto a plate and few strips of bacon along side them and handed the plate to me.

"Wow, my kind of woman." I smirked as Sam walked in and sat down next to me at the kitchen counter his plate being handed to him.

"Thanks Allison." Sam grinned politely and rolled his eyes at me.

"What?" I asked as I stuffed some bacon in my mouth. Sam shook his head at me and looked directly to Allison.

"Allison, I have to ask you something." Sam started and Allison sat down on the other side of the table and nodded.

"Alright, shoot." She said while taking a bite of her bacon.

"What book did you use in order to find that ritual? Do you have it with you?" How was Sam always the one asking the weird questions about books. I guess that made it easier for me if I was ever looking to get laid. Eh… I'll take it.

"Uhm book?" Allison seemed confused and shook her head at Sam. "We didn't get the ritual from a spell book, if that's what you're asking."

"If you didn't get it from a book then where'd you get it from?" I chimed in, still eating my bacon.

"An Emmisarry. He's Scott's boss." She answered, while grabbing herself a cup of coffee.

"How convenient." I muttered as I watched her drink from the mug slowly.

"He works at the Vet clinic if you wanted to check it out." Allison admitted, and I couldn't help but notice her hands were shaking pretty bad, and she looked like she was running on empty.

"Quick question… how many hours did you sleep last night?" I wondered, looking at the dark circles that were outlining her bloodshot eyes. "Or a better question. When was the last time you slept?" I asked her a little concerned.

"I'm fine, Dean. Don't worry." Allison looked down.

"No you're not. I know that look. You've got that I haven't slept in 3 days and I'm about to pass out look. I've been there kid. So has Sammy." I gestured to my brother who was sitting next to me eating. "You wanna be a good hunter? You need to get some actual sleep, other wise you'll be helpful to nobody." I admitted and saw the look on Allison's face. She seemed distraught which made me feel like an ass for opening my mouth. "Allison whatever is going on here… I swear we're gonna figure it out alright?" I looked deeply into her eyes and gently rested my palm on her hand and she nodded. "But seriously go get some rest. One of us will be back before you wake up." I smiled to reassure her everything was alright.

"You're right. I'll talk to you guys later then." She said and headed towards the staircase.

"Poor kid." Sam admitted as he watched Allison walk away.

"Yeah, I know." I said, running my fingers through my hair, sighing.