Dean parked his car over the oily spot on the street that had long ago stained the asphalt and marked this house as his. The old, beat up Chevy Nova was a far cry from the precious Impala, but it would have to do just for tonight while the Impala was getting a new coat of paint at the shop. Dean felt incredibly tired as he shut off the engine and got out of the car. It had been a long day. He'd left for the shop before sun-up and it was already well after dark. He didn't know what time it was, but he did know that he'd missed dinner with Sadie - and she wouldn't be happy about it.

Dean opened the door and after kicking off his oil, dirty boots and leaving them on the porch, he let himself into the darkened house quietly. Honestly, he hoped she was already in bed. She'd be less angry about him missing dinner tomorrow after a good night's sleep than she would have been tonight.

He frowned as he passed by the dinner table. She'd even put out candles for the dinner. They had burned down to nubbins before she'd finally blown them out. Damn! He'd really blown it tonight. He padded softly down the hallway, checking the office first. Good. The room was dark and the computer turned off. He continued down past the bathroom and slowly pushed open the door to the next room.

Sadie sat in the oversized wooden rocking chair, leaning her head against the backrest with her eyes closed. He knew she was awake, though, as the chair was still rocking back and forth rhythmically.

When the door let out a soft creek, Sadie opened her eyes and quickly lifted a finger to her lips in the universal sign of "shh". Dean moved into the room slowly so as not to make any noise. "I'm sorry, Baby," he mouthed quietly as he leaned over to plant a soft kiss on her forehead.

Sadie smiled at him and shook her head. "It's okay. I knew you were busy."

Her response surprised him, but he wasn't going to question it. Sadie would normally be piping mad if he missed dinner, but tonight, something was different. Dean looked down at the bundled up blanket on her lap and smiled as he reached out a finger to the small pink cheek. The baby girl moved her mouth in a sucking motion even in sleep and Dean couldn't help the tide of emotions that washed through him. That little angel was the greatest thing that ever happened to him.

Sadie finally began to stir in the chair. She lifted the baby with her as she stood and carried the blankets still wrapped around the baby to the bassinet. She lovingly and gently placed the baby in the small bed and just as Dean had done a moment ago, she ran a finger down the soft skin of their baby's cheek.

Once the baby was secure and sleeping soundly, Sadie turned and grabbed Dean's hand as she passed him, leading him out of the room. Silently the two headed further down the hall to the master bedroom. As soon as the door was shut behind them, Sadie pressed herself against Dean and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss she planted on him was enough to make any man go weak in the knees.

Dean hadn't expected this from her, but the unexpectedness of it was part of the thrill. He reached down without breaking the kiss and lifted her off her feet, carrying her over to the bed. He laid her down before climbing on top of her, still kissing her like he was going down for the last time.

His hands were on her skin in an instant and he kissed every inch of her that he possibly could. He shirt was half way up her body when out of nowhere, a blinding pain shot through his head. He cried out and immediately fell off her, hitting the floor beside the bed with a loud thud.

"Dean!" Sadie shouted and clamored down to the floor beside him. "What's wrong?"

Dean held his head with both his hands as stars danced in his vision. "I... I don't know," he managed to sputter out before another blinding shot of pain ran through his head.

"I'll call the doctor! Tell me again what county we're in?"

Her question threw him for a loop more than anything else that had happened tonight. "What?" he asked, confused by her question.

"Come on, Dean! Where are we? I can't get the number from information without knowing where we are!"

Dean rolled to the side so he was sitting with his back against the bed. As he looked up at Sadie, the pain in his head began to subside and he finally was able to see more clearly. Suddenly, something was off. He couldn't put his finger on exactly what it was, but something was definitely off. Sadie didn't look quite right, and it was then that items in the room began to look unfamiliar to him.

"What the hell is going on?"

The look of panic and worry left Sadie's face as she stood above him. "Where am I, Dean? I know you know where I am. Just tell me, and things can go back to the way they were - the way they're supposed to be."

Dean's eyes went as thin as slits as he glared up at her. "Go to hell, Bitch."

Before the words had even totally left his mouth, Dean sat straight up and was back in the world of darkness again. His heart raced in his chest and his head still throbbed from where he'd felt the pain moments ago. He gasped and sucked in huge gulps of air as he tried to recover his breath. He couldn't breathe, and that alone still had his heart racing. He finally was able to get enough breath into his lungs that he was able to start thinking again.

It had been a dream. The whole thing. It had felt so incredibly real. He could still feel how soft the baby's skin had been when he'd touched it. He could still smell the smells of the dinner that "Sadie" had cooked for them. Tears stung his eyes as the reality hit him that it had been a dream. He'd finally seen Sadie again, and it had only been a dream.