A/N: I'm baaaack from my vacation. Florida was amazing. OKAY, so, my oh-so-lovely family did NOT record the recent episode of Supernatural, "Something Wicked"…PLEASE, someone comment or something and give me a DETAIELD RECAP of what happened! I'm dying and pissed that I didn't get to see it!

Well, back to writing – I AM SOOOO EXCITED! HOPE YOU'RE ALL ENJOYING!

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Chapter Five – Surprise Surprise

His eyes shot up quickly. Dean blinked hard and tried to push aside the several nightmares. The night had been uneasy for him. He had dreamed of past hunts. Past experiences.

Dirty blonde hair a mess and hazel eyes worn, Dean stretched in the guestroom bed and allowed his face to fall into the white pillow.

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The black clock in the kitchen showed: 7:55 A.M. Amy, attired in a black skirt and red blouse, sipped slowly at her morning coffee. She checked to make sure her briefcase was placed on the floor in the hall – like always – and she came back into the kitchen to finish breakfast.

Hot eggs and bacon were cooking. Amy knew she had made a lot of noise that morning, getting ready for class, but it was finally the smell that awoke Sam Winchester.

He appeared somewhat freshened up. Hair brushed – slightly – and teeth brushed, Sam walked into the kitchen in fresh clothing – forest green T-shirt and baggy jeans.

"'Morning," Sam noted.

Amy smiled as she flipped the bacon with a red plastic spatula. She took care of the food easily and turned her head back to Sam to reply, "Good morning. I thought you guys would sleep 'till noon."

"Well, when a cute little woman makes you breakfast, how can you refuse?" Sam chuckled. He walked around his friend and began to gather plates from the cupboard.

"Oh, this is for you and Dean. I've already eaten. I'm late," Amy explained quickly as she turned off the white oven and Sam took the role of putting the eggs and bacon on the two white plates.

"When does your class start?" Sam asked as he took a quick bite of bacon.

"Nine," she yawned and Amy finished her cup of coffee. "I need to get in early to prepare and everything. I should be back around ten-forty-five…elevenish…I told Ms. Forrester to be ready by one. We'll get her then and head to the hospital." She stole a piece of Sam's bacon and took a bite. "What do you guys plan on doing while I'm gone?"

"Research this further," Sam explained as he made his way to the fridge and took out a bottle of Simple Orange orange juice. "Astral projection seems to be the only thing making sense…but then again…none of the facts make sense. We'll see what we can find. I guess nothing can really help 'till we get to the hospital and see Isabella's body."

Amy nodded in agreement. "Okay. I'll go wake Dean."

"Thanks for breakfast," Sam mumbled through a mouth filled with scrambled eggs.

Amy grinned and tip-toed in her black heels and kissed her friend on the cheek. "Have a good day, darling," she joked.

"I will," Sam laughed back. "Now go wake the Beaver up."

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She rolled her eyes as she strolled in. Her brown-reddish hair curtained the side of her face as she quietly stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.

The bed sheets were disheveled. His usual spiky hair remained uncombed and sloppy with some strands sticking hair. His arms were buried underneath the pillow while his head sank into it. He breathed gently as Amy approached the bed.

She couldn't help but smile. Cute little guy…she thought to herself. Amy came closer to the edge of the bed and stared down at the sleeping twenty-six-year-old.

Her hand went to shake his shoulder when suddenly his hand flew up and caught her wrist. Amy let out a small yelp as she was pulled onto the bed and Dean's arm wrapped around her waist. His eyes were still closed as he yawned.

Amy, laying beside him, laughed and shook her head. Dean, still in his "sleep" mode, murmured, "I'm a hunter. Can't sneak up on a hunter."

"Riiight," she crooned. She watched as Dean's eyes opened slowly. Amy whispered, "G'morning. I have to get going. I have class soon."

"Class?" he groaned. "Skip," he mumbled his solution.

"Sorry Winchester – this isn't high school," Amy laughed. "I'll be back in an hour-an-a-half…there's breakfast. I'll see you soon."

His grip grew tighter around her waist, Dean refusing to let Amy slide away.

"Dean," Amy laughed. "I have work to do. Remember, the students get spring break next week…c'mon…" She tried to pull away.

He used his other arm to wrap around her waist. Dean pulled Amy closer to him and her head was hovering above his.

"If you really want to go, Professor Cromwell, you can," he gave her a sly smile.

Amy cocked her head playfully at him. She tucked the rogue strands of hair behind her hair as Dean reached his hand up and cupped her cheek. They smiled at one another as their faces moved closer. Lips met slowly as Dean held Amy closer to his chest. Their kissing grew more intense as her hand rested on his chest and Dean had both hands wrapped around her neck.

Amy knew she had to do the responsible thing – one last kiss and off to work. Instead, she continued to kiss the man beneath her.

Dean had his arms on her back down, still holding Amy close to him.

He moved his mouth from hers and slowly slid his lips down her neck.

Dean continued to kiss her…until a voice gasped: "Oh wow-"

In surprise, Amy's eyes opened and she noticed Isabella standing by the bed in an awkward-uncomfortable stance.

Dean was surprised too and when his head shot up, Amy jumped back and she suddenly rolled along the bed and fell off the edge. It took him a moment to realize that his girl was on the floor and Dean removed his stare from the comatose Isabella to Amy.

She touched her sore head as Amy slowly rose to the floor.

"Ah, sorry!" Isabella apologized quickly. She wore the same clothes, as usual. Her sweet, pretty face still pale as ever. She bit her lip sadly and continued, "Sorry! I just decided to pop in. Sorry…I really need to focus harder on where I drop in…"

"Ya think?" Dean snapped as he too got off the bed to help Amy up.

Flustered, Amy smiled weakly as she continued to rub the side of her head. "It's okay. Little bump. I've had more painful falls. Hi Isabella."

"Hi…" the young woman tried and waved her hand shyly.

"Umm," Amy started, "I'm just off to work. Be back at eleven. We'll get Ms. Forrester and head to the h-hospital."

"Oh, so you were off to work, huh?" Isabella gave Dean and Amy a Cheshire-cat-grin.

Amy narrowed her eyes at her friend and sighed.

"Hey," Dean rolled his eyes. "Do you mind – quit with the whole Reese Witherspoon thing."

Isabella motioned she was leaving. She gave one last sheepish look to the couple and pointed to her own mouth. "Uh, Dean…" she laughed. "You, uh, umm, really suck at applying lipstick."

Dean touched the side of his mouth and he didn't realize he had a bit of pink lip gloss on the corner of his mouth.

Giggling, Isabella waved again before walking straight through the wall and disappearing.

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Sam used the spatula to cook some more eggs. He hadn't realized how hungry he was – he had eaten Dean's share. He flipped through the almost-cooked eggs and when Isabella suddenly walked through the kitchen counter, Sam suddenly flipped more eggs into the air and jumped back slightly.

"I really need to work on my entrance," Isabella noted as she noted the amount of eggs on the floor.

"Oh, hey," Sam breathed slowly. "Surprise entrances are always good."

"Not when I'm giving people heart attacks and ruining their eggs…" Isabella then smiled wryly. "And interrupting intimate moments."

Sam looked at her questionably but pushed aside that question. "So, how are you?"

Isabella shrugged. "My family's okay. Sort of. My mom keeps having some major crying moments. Greg is doing his best to keep her calm. Vic's taking care of notifying all of my friends. My agent, Hunter Austin, showed up too. More family members. Sure is a great way to get a family reunion together…"

"And your dad?" Sam asked.

"Still no-show," she admitted sadly. Isabella then put on a bright smile and put her hands together. "So, when can we get started on figuring out what the hell is wrong with me?"

"Now," Sam suggested. "Amy will be off to work and Dean and I will research further. It's good you're here, we can ask you questions if we need to."

"Good I'm back?" Isabella questioned. "Gee, you missed me?"

She had the tone of one of those girls who had fun flirting. Sam wasn't surprised. She was a young, beautiful, wannabe-actress. This type of behavior was expected. It was good, though. It showed Isabella was trying to be a good sport and ignore the fact that she could walk through walls and only a select few could see her.

Sam remembered this type of thing in college. Sometimes girls were like that to him. Big, blinking eyes. Large, over-done smiles.

He smiled nicely at her as he went on cooking the rest of his eggs. Isabella smiled at him and took the time to watch him cook.

It wasn't long while Sam was flipping more eggs in the air when a shooting pain erupted in his skull.

The spatula fell onto the floor.

Isabella began screaming.

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Dean and Amy heard Isabella's voice yell throughout the apartment.

"Sam…" Dean breathed as he took off out of the bedroom with Amy behind him.

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Isabella was in the red car. It happened so quickly. She was driving. Listening to music. Drinking coffee.

The pole. It all happened so quickly.

Sam had fallen onto his knees as he brought his fingers to his temple. The pain was not as bad as the visions had been before. But still…pain equaled pain.

He gritted his teeth together. His eyes were closed…but he could still see…

Her body was unconscious in the car. But Isabella was somehow standing next to the vehicle. A look of frustration, confusion, and fear all mixed together, covered her face.

There was another illusive figure. It had to be a figure. It looked more like a black cloud – in the shape of a human being. The shape was lurking over the car…staring down at unconscious Isabella…and then looking at her spirit standing outside of the car.

Sam could feel the shape look at him suddenly. It had no eyes…but he knew that it was looking at him…

Sam's eyes opened as he gasped for breath. The pain was drifting away slowly…

Dean was down on the floor with him. Sam stared into his brother's fearful face and looked up slowly to see Amy standing there with her hand over her mouth. Isabella stared down at Sam, looking fearful as well, whispering, "Surprise, surprise…"

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A/N: Short update – I know! I just wanted to update a little to show you guys that I'm alive and back and can't wait to start really getting into the story. Hope you're all enjoying – reviews/commented really appreciated! And if someone can give me detail-by-detail what happened in "Something Wicked" or at least send me a link to a site that can give me a detailed episode recap that would be awesome! I would be in debt to you!