A/N: As usual Supernatural and all its characters belong to Eric Kripke and all the super talented writers. I just play with them from time to time. And as also usual, Kallie and Nava are mine.

That's What Friends Are For Part 1

For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for

That's What Friends Are For by Dionne Warwick

It was only a day later that Kallie felt her phone begin to vibrate in the pocket of her apron at the diner. Ignoring it, she forced a polite smile to her lips and wrote down the sweet elderly couple's order before promising to return quickly with their drinks. Hurrying behind the counter she glanced at the order once more before putting it up for the cook to see and heading to the soda machine. Once the cups filled with ice, one filled almost completely and the other just barely because that was how Mr. and Mrs. Starwalt liked it, she pulled her phone from her pocket and flipped it open.

'Quick, name 3 kids u know.'

Laughing softly she glanced at the name again just to make sure she knew who it was before answering.

'Dean, why on earth do you need me to name children? Danny, Meg, and Cooper.'

Once she replied she slipped the phone back into her pocket, filled the drinks and hurried back out to her table. After making a quick lap around her other tables she stood by the counter, phone in her hand reading his reply.

'Didn't work. Not my fault I don't know any kids. Found a case.'

'And does this case deal with children?'

'Only 1 he's alive don't worry.'

And that was all she heard for another few days.

Having just gotten home from the bar, where she now drove her car to and from with a thing of salt and an iron bar hiding inside, she locked up her apartment and began getting ready for bed. She hadn't felt like doing anything lately, like it was a hassle and a struggle to get up out of bed and face the day. What did she have to live for? Her friends, her family, they were dead, gone to never return. She knew her thoughts weren't healthy and they often scared her, but she couldn't find herself caring. Taking her laptop from the table she curled up in bed, kissing the top of Nava's head as she brought up her email. She was doubtful that there would be an actual mail for her, but she found herself checking every morning and evening. To her surprise there was an email and it looked like it was from Sam.

Kallie, hey, you had your email open and I caught your address, I hope you don't mind. I can't sleep and figured; hey you said you wanted to keep in touch with us. Thought I would give you a piece of advice; Bloody Mary legend? True in some cases. Had a case of it here in some town. It's not always true, this might have been the only special case but just to be on the safe side don't play that game.

That's really all I have to say. Be careful, you are being careful aren't you? No signs of anything unusual going on?

Take care,

Sam.

She couldn't keep the smile off of her lips as she quickly hit the reply button and began typing away as though her life depended on it. It didn't really occur to her that it was strange for an almost stranger to make her so happy.

Sam,

It was great hearing from you! Of course I want to keep in touch! I meant it when I told you and Dean to make sure you called me or something often.

Bloody Mary was real? Or possibly is? That's…horrible. Thank you Sam, now I'm terrified to even think her name. Joking of course. Kind of. Did everything go alright with the case? Or are you still working on it? I'm starting to wonder if most legends you hear about are true. Are they? What about all those other monsters you hear about? Vampires? Werewolves? Those type.

No signs of anything unusual here. Everything is quiet. I'm being careful, I carry salt around and an iron bar in my car. I think I'm a tad bit paranoid now, thanks for that. All I do is go to work and come back home, lock up in my apartment. At least I have Nava for company right?

Take care of yourself. Tell Dean I say hi.

-Kallie

She sent the email and pushed her laptop off to the side before curling up on her bed, smiling slightly when Nava snuggled up to her, pushing his head between her arms so that she was hugging him.

"At least I have you, right Nava?" She wondered, echoing her thoughts to Sam out loud. She laughed tearfully as Nava gave a yip of agreement. She was emotional lately, crying at random times. Not because she was truly sad at anything but because she felt incredibly alone. How could she feel so incredibly empty inside? It was as though water was filling up in her lungs and it was becoming harder and harder to breathe. Pushing herself up into a sitting position, she hugged her knees to her chest and took a few slow steady deep breaths. Perhaps a shower would help to calm her down and clear her mind.

The shower didn't help; in fact it seemed to make things worse because of one object sitting there on the ledge. The pink razor seemed to glow in the bathroom lighting, calling her name. It wasn't ideal but it had worked a few times before. Who would have thought something that was supposed to help make your legs smooth could be used to help release that numbness that it could help to allow you to feel something more. It was difficult of course, but it was doable and in that moment it would work. With a shaking hand she reached out towards it, her fingers gliding over the long neck before grasping it tightly in her fist. Lifting it up she stared at the glistening metal, three thin blades staring at her telling her that it would help, that it would release the pain. What could it hurt? It would just be that one time.

A few years ago she had dealt with this before, harming herself to get physical relief from her emotional pain, from the numbness, the loneliness all mixed into one. Did she really want to do this again? Go down at road? The one that led down into that deep dark hole that seemed to never end? The one that she had worked so hard in filling? It had only been the help of Chloe, Dominic and Mason that she had survived last time. Who would save her this time?

But maybe that was just it, maybe she didn't want saving this time. What was there to live for anyways? Her family was dead, she had a job she hated…but then there was her job at the bar and Uncle Ray. Wasn't he also her family? Didn't he tell her that all the time? And what about Sam and Dean? Sure they weren't family…but she enjoyed their conversations…the way they were getting to know each other. ..

Tears began flowing down her cheeks, they couldn't be held back any longer. Her heart began beating wildly in her chest like a beating drum getting fast and faster. She just needed something, anything to make it all stop if just for a little while. Just as she began to press the razor against her thigh scratching sounded at the door followed by Nava's whining. The razor dropped to the shower floor as though it had shocked her. Wide green eyes stared at it before looking to the door.

"Nava." She breathed out.

After shutting off the shower and grabbing a towel to wrap around her she stepped out and quickly made her way to the door. As she opened it Nava barreled into her legs almost knocking her down.

Even through everything she counted today as another victory.

He breathed a sigh of relief; that had almost been too close. It was only by luck that animals were sensitive to the supernatural. He had watched over her her entire life, lead her to Dominic who had then introduced her to Chloe and Mason. It was he who had led Sam to stumble over the article that led he and his brother to Kalista. And it was he who was responsible for her.

Many more emails were exchanged between herself and Sam. She wrote about her friends and all the fun times they had together and slowly Sam told her of Jessica. He wrote about how they met their first date how she was horrible at cooking much besides desserts, how her chocolate chip cookies were to die for and her love of comedy movies. It was all part of the recovery for them both, like their own therapy sessions.

She heard from Dean less often than Sam but still surprising amount. He called her, usually late at night which worked but well enough for Kallie since she was working more and more at the bar. They never really spoke about anything personal but the crazy stories about Kallie's parents and whatever hunt Dean and his brother were on. Sometimes he would let something slip about his father but it was always brushed over and never brought up again.

She never knew when the emails or phone calls would arrive but she looked forward to every single one of them.

'don't judge me.' –Dean

Kallie raised an eyebrow as she read over the statement once again. "I think he's finally lost his mind Nava." She muttered, pausing to give the growing puppy a pat.

'Never.' She replied.

'I'm worried about Sam.'

Suddenly she was sitting up straight, her body tense. Why was he worried about this brother? Were his nightmares worse? Had something happened?

'I'm free if you need to call.' She told him, begging for him to be able to call; this wasn't a conversation she wanted to have through text messages.

'Can't. Sams here. Nightmares r worse. They r actually happening.'

"That makes no sense." She mumbled, staring down at her phone.

'Say again?'

'His nightmares are coming true.'

She stared down at Nava who looked back at her, wagging his tail as if he expected to be petted.

"This doesn't sound good." She mumbled before staring back at her phone, willing for it to ring.

It didn't until the next morning. She spent the night tossing and turning in her bed, checking her phone every so often to make sure she hadn't missed his phone call. It was while she was out walking Nava through the park that it began ringing from her pocket.

"I've got it." Came Dean's voice as she placed it to her ear. "Your dad was training to be the Pope and met your mom. He slept with her and left because you know, they have to give all the good stuff up. And your mom then ended becoming a nun."

"Good morning to you too." Kallie greeted as she laughed, "That's your latest theory?"

"Hey don't shoot it down, it's possible." He defended. "Morning by the way."

"My apologies it was the best theory yet." She rolled her eyes, tugging on Nava's leash to keep him from getting in front of her. She was doing her best to teach him how to behave and to be well trained.

"You're up early." She noted.

"Had an early night. Princess is still sleeping so I figured I'd grace you with my voice while I went for coffee."

"You're an addict Dean. It's just coffee, not love."

He chuckled, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. So what are you up to this morning?"

"Walking with Nava." She glanced around the park, a small smile gracing her lips, the sun was shining down warming her skin and she was talking to Dean, it was a great morning.

"You should make those morning runs instead to help with his energy, don't want it getting out of control."

She wrinkled her nose, "But that means I have to run as well and I'm a tad bit too lazy for that in the mornings."

"Ah, of course." He laughed. "Wouldn't want you over doing it."

"Glad you see it my way. But you're right, I should do that. Besides it would also help keep me in shape. Never know when I'll need to run for my life."

It was supposed to be a joke and although they both laughed they knew how true that statement could be.

"Ain't that the truth." He replied before silence set in.

She allowed it to stretch on for a few minutes hoping he would bring up last night's text messages about Sam. She was dying to know what was going on, what they had meant. Finally she couldn't keep quiet any longer. "How's Sam?"

She hoped she sounded casual enough.

"Physically fine I guess. He's had these nightmares you know. At first they started out about Jessica and now…they're different. About people he's never met before in his life…and somehow…" He trailed off and she knew it was because t was difficult to say.

"They're coming true?" She wondered quietly, remembering the text.

"Yeah." His voice sounded shaky to her ears. "I don't know how but they are. And it scares the hell out of me Kallie. What are they? What do they mean? What's causing them? They're not natural. People aren't supposed to have...have visions that come true. It's not normal."

She might not have known Dean long, but she knew he very rarely admitted to his fears to anyone.

She began thinking carefully, switching the leash and phone to different hands.

"We saved a couple of lives because of them but we couldn't save them all."

"Maybe they're a gift?" She tried hesitantly. "It sounds crazy I know, but what if they are? Don't scoff at me Dean Winchester. Dean, I've always been a believer of balance. For everything evil in this world there has to be something good. There's so much more evil out there than I ever imagined. I knew about humans doing evil things…murder…robbery and more…but now I know there are these creatures that exist. And don't get me wrong, I'm glad I know because I'm aware…but this also means there has to be more good out there than I originally thought. These visions might be part of that good."

"Yeah, maybe." But his voice told her he didn't believe her.

And that was the end of that conversation. Minutes later he announced that he had to be getting back to Sam and he would talk to her again soon.

Days off in a row were never a good thing for Kalista, he noticed. She spent most of her time in bed, only getting out to take Nava outside for his walks or to relieve himself. And although she spent her time in bed there was never much sleeping. On these days he noticed that she seemed more tired than usual but also he found these days when he needed to watch her almost constantly incase he was needed. But it also seemed as though Nava sensed this as well for the pup was unnaturally calm on these days.

Some days were good. Kallie felt as though nothing could go wrong, that nothing could bring her down. She began taking Nava on morning jogs just like Dean suggested and soon they were running short distances together, Kallie always wearing down before Nava. She also began doing small workout sessions at home and they seemed to help her keep these good moods for a longer period of time.

Almost a month had passed since Kallie had heard from either of the Winchester boys and that did nothing to ease her mind. And although she knew she was probably worrying over nothing she still picked up her cell phone and dialed Sam's number, she figured he would be awake although it was relatively early.

When his quick hello reached her ears she smiled, "Hey I know playing Superman is basically a full time job but even Louis Lane needs a phone call every now and again."

"Kallie, hey…" His voice was anxious.

She heard a female voice asking for some proof of insurance and was instantly on alert.

"Where are you?" She wondered, sliding to the edge of her chair and pushing her half eaten breakfast aside.

"There was an accident. I'm at the hospital waiting to hear about Dean."

The female voice thanked him with a last name that would have made her laugh if she hadn't been so terrified. "What happened?" She asked.

"Dean got electrocuted …one hundred thousand volts." His voice broke slightly as if it was sinking in just how hard is brother had been shocked.

She gasped in shock, her hand rising quickly to cover her mouth for a moment. "How far away are you?" She wondered, already getting to her feet, "I'll call Roy and tell him I can't come in tonight. You shouldn't be alone."

"I don't know anything yet. He's probably fine, begging some hot nurse for a sponge bath."

But Kallie heard the doubt and fear in his voice.

"Sam, stop. Just tell me the town, state and hospital." Her voice was sharp, leaving no room for arguments as she emptied her cereal into the sink, turning the garbage disposal on for a moment and running the water.

He barely had time to answer her before a male voice was asking for a moment of his time.

"I'll be there." She promised before hanging up. Nava followed her quick foot steps to her bedroom and watched as she packed a bag. Fifteen minutes later she was dropping Nava off with Roy, explaining the situation. Although he didn't understand her attachment to the boys he agreed to watch Nava until she returned, telling her not to worry about the bar, he could handle it just fine.

She drove straight through the day, breaking every speed limit to get to Nebraska in just under twelve hours. She snacked on chips and granola bars and drank water, only stopping when she needed to in order to fill up on gas. When she finally arrived in the city and called Sam, she was surprised to hear that instead of being at the hospital he was in a motel. But of course hospitals did have visiting hours she remembered. After she arrived and had given Sam a long hug he explained what the doctor had told him; now they were just trying to make Dean comfortable.

"That's bull." She said right away, "He's strong, he'll make it through this."

"That and they don't know the things that Dean and I know. There has to be something to fix this." Sam said, already lost in his research once again.

Kallie grabbed a book off the table and began flipping through it, trying to learn anything she could that would help them even just a little. She read page after page, but nothing was popping out at here. Soon she moved onto another book while Sam called some hunters that he knew. None of them were any help.

Although it seemed like hours later it was truly only a couple hours later when Kallie finally laid down on the bed, "I've got nothing." She mumbled, closing her eyes. She closed the book and pushed it off to the side as Sam flipped his cell phone shut.

"That was Joshua. He said there's a Faith Healer not far from here, only a couple of hours away. He's known for working miracles."

There was hope in his voice that hadn't been there earlier.

Opening her eyes she nodded, "Monsters are real, why not Healers? This could be our luck changing. So tomorrow we pack up, get Dean and head out?"

"We should probably say this guy is a specialist." Sam said, a nervous grin on his lips. "Dean won't for some Faith Healer.
They grinned at one another; that would be a typical Dean thing.

Kallie shrugged, "It won't really be a lie. We just won't be telling the whole truth, like the miracles for example. Let Dean come to his own conclusions."

She watched as Sam shook his head and flipped open his cell phone, "I'm going to try my dad again."

"Good luck."

She watched him dial the number and saw the hope and desperation on his face, hoping his father would answer this time. The hope slipped from his face as though it had never been there, anger replacing it, letting her know that no one had answered. As he left yet another voicemail she got up and quietly made her way to the bathroom to give him some privacy.

Closing the door, wincing as it squeaked, she leaned against it. She wished there was something more she could do, she felt useless. Dean was just about the only family Sam had left. She didn't want him to know the heartache, the depression and loneliness that came with losing your family. Pushing herself off the door she went to the sink, letting the water flow cool before cupping her hands beneath it and taking a sip. She couldn't help but to think that if Mason were alive he would know the answer, even if he hadn't known the truth about what was out there. With shaking hands she splashed some water on her face, hoping to relax a little. Now was not the time to have a pity party for herself. Despite this her mind flashed to her bag sitting by the door and the small pouch inside it. Just one tiny slice and she knew she could make it through the rest of the evening.

Just then she heard a knock on the main door. Who could possibly be visiting them? Unless it was John? Had he gotten Sam's voice mails and raced to his sons? She opened the door quickly, praying to see an unknown man standing in the room with Sam. Instead there stood Dean.

"…where the nurses aren't even hot." He was saying, his voice weak and strained.

"Oh of course," She spoke, announcing her presence. "Sounds like you had it pretty hard in there." She teased, smiling apologetically as she surprised him.

"Kallie?" Confusion flooded his voice before he glared at Sam. "What the hell Sam?"

Sam shook his head as he helped Dean into a chair close by.

"For your information, I called him earlier. I made him tell me what was going on. For someone who cons people for a living he's a horrible liar."

Dean shrugged; she had him there.

"Standing right here." Sam huffed, reminding them.

Ignoring him Kallie walked further into the room, "Thank you for that greeting by the way."

Dean smirked, "Hey Kallie, how are you? Oh me? I'm trying to die peacefully but Sam here won't let me."

The sad thing was that she could tell he was serious.

"Funny." She muttered; no humor in her voice.

"I'm not letting you die at all." Sam stated; it sounded like a familiar argument. "Not now, not on my watch."

Dean held up a hand as if to say 'See what I mean?'

"Why should you die now? You're still young and in great shape." Kallie pointed out.

"Hazard of the job." Dean replied.

"Well I'm with Sam on this one. I'm not letting you die. Besides, I owe you." She gave him a smile.

"What for? Saving your life? You don't owe me squat."

She shook her head, lowering her gaze to the ugly carpeted floor. "Not just for that. For everything. For putting up with me over the past few months. For listening to my crazy schemes. For those ideas on my parents."

The look Dean gave her let her know he thought she was crazy.

"It's not like you're a burden Red. I call you first some days."

Sam raised an eyebrow at that. He hadn't realized the two kept in touch much, he had he thought he was the only one communicating with Kallie.

Catching the look Dean wondered, "What? I can have friends."

"I have friends." Sam stated. "People I keep in contact with. People I know things about besides how I saved their lives. Personal things. You have one night stands with names you can't remember."

That was a tad bit harsh in Kallie's opinion and by the look on Sam's face he realized it too; only seconds too late.

Although Dean looked a little pissed off he spoke calmly. "Kallie is twenty-two, born in July I'm fucking horrible with dates so back off. She hates that pink clashes so horribly with her hair because it's her favorite color. She was at the same foster care home for most of her life. She hates clowns, loves pickles but hates cucumbers. Do you want me to go on?"

Sam and Kallie stared at him for a moment, neither of them saying a word; too amazed to do so.

"That's a little creepy." Kallie finally said, breaking the silence. "Should I be getting a restraining order?"

Dean smirked, "I wouldn't waste your time."

"You're…mean." Kallie threw back, rolling her eyes as he grinned and raised his eyebrows.

"When did you want to leave?" She wondered, glancing at Sam.

He shrugged, "First thing in the morning? We should probably try and get some sleep."

She saw his eyes shift just slightly towards his brother and knew he meant he wanted Dean to get some sleep and rest up. "You drove straight here, aren't you tired?"

Feeling uncomfortable at the question Kallie nodded but said nothing. She was tired, she was always tired anymore. Almost every night she was woken by nightmares. Usually they were of her friends dying or blaming her for their deaths, life back in the children's home and recently shadows of monsters she had never seen. Either way she was only able to get a couple hours of sleep; just barely enough to function.

"Leave for where?" Dean wondered, "Find another job already?" He seemed slightly impressed at the idea.

Sam turned to face him, disbelief in his dark eyes, "You are our case right now. What part of I'm not letting you die are you not getting?"

Stepping between them with her hands raised slightly Kallie explained, "There's a specialist close by that might be able to help you."

"Joshua told me about him." Sam added as if it would help matters.

"You called Joshua?"

"Called everyone I could think of." Was the reply he got.

The next question didn't come as a surprise.

"Dad?"

"I left a message." Was all Sam said.

'More like one hundred.' Kallie thought to herself, avoiding their eyes.

"First thing in the morning then?" Dean wondered and although he was hiding it well, she knew he was hurt that their father hadn't cared enough to get back to Sam.

They all agreed and Sam went around cleaning up all the pages and books that he and Kallie had been looking through.

"I'm going to go see if there's a room close to this one." Said Kallie, grabbing her purse.

"Kallie wait…" Dean began, only to be cut off before he could finish.

Hands on her hips Kallie spoke, "Look, I'm coming with you no matter what you say. So don't try and talk me out of this."

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Dean continued as if she hadn't interrupted him, "Stay here, there's no reason to get another room for the night. We can share. Just pick a bed."

She could feel her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. "Oh…right. Are you sure that's alright?"

"I'm not evening bothering that with an answer." Dean told her as he slowly began making is way to the bed closest to the door, slapping Sam's hands away as his brother tried to help him, muttering something about how he wasn't dead yet.

Kallie smiled slightly, "Alright then. Let me go get my bag out of the car."

As she was leaving she heard Sam say something to which Dean replied, "I'm still the oldest. Bitch when I'm gone."

Brothers.

When she returned Dean was already laying down on the bed looking as though he was already asleep. She shut the door without a sound and proceeded into the room as quietly as she could. Just when she thought she had made it, someone spoke.

"Not sleeping." Dean mumbled, sounding on the edge of sleep, his voice slurred slightly. "And you suck at being quiet." A tired grin appeared on his face and instead of it making her return his grin, it tugged at her heart. He looked so weak, so tired, unlike himself.

"Don't be jealous of my awesome skills, Dean." She said, grateful that his eyes were closed so that she only had to sound cheerful and not look it as she dug through her bag searching for something to wear to bed.

"It was actually pretty good." She heard Sam comment. "Where did you learn that?"

Straightening she stared at him, "Crazy ex caretaker? Abused the children in her home? Is any of this ringing a bell?"

Embarrassment flooded his face and she couldn't help but laugh at it.

"I remember, I guess I just hadn't thought about it."

Kallie shrugged, "Most of us got really good at being quiet. You didn't want to do something to set her off. I'm a little rusty now."

"Not too rusty." Dean replied, "Just out of practice."

She hummed in response and made her way to the bathroom to change. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed Sam slip a knife under Dean's pillow and raised an eyebrow pausing. "Should I be worried about being murdered in my sleep?"

"Only if you snore." Dean joked, his eyes barely squinted open to look at her.

"Comforting." She muttered and continued on.

Coming back out she found Sam already changed and on the other bed looking as though he could fall asleep at any moment. He'd been through an emotional ordeal that day and she hoped he could get some sleep that night. She stood in the bathroom doorway fidgeting, where was she going to sleep? Since Dean was injured she knew it was best to sleep with Sam. But for some reason it felt wrong to do so. Sam was still grieving over the death of Jessica; surely it would be awkward to have another body, another woman, in bed with him. She knew that when she slept alone she tossed and turned all over the place, the blankets usually ending up hanging to the floor, but not so much when she slept with someone else.

"Stop thinking so loud."

She looked at Dean whose back was now to her.

"Just get in." He told her, reaching back to flip over the covers on her side.

"What if I roll over on you or something?" She voiced her fear.

His reply made her grin and move towards his bed.

"Then I'll shove you to the floor. Stop worrying, I'm not some old man, it'll be fine. I don't think you moved an inch last time. Just get in the damn bed so we can sleep."

"You just want to sleep with me again." She smiled, dropping her clothes by her bag before slipping under the covers in the bed. "I know; I'm great in bed. I can sleep for days."

Two chuckles were heard and her smile grew; mission accomplished.

Sam turned out the light and darkness took over the room. No words were spoken and no sounds were made other than their breathing and the cars passing outside. With her eyes closed Kallie concentrated on listening to the breathing around her. Would she be able to tell when Dean fell asleep? She had never really noticed the difference from when a person was awake to when they were asleep.

She wasn't sure how long she laid there listening, a few minutes? Or was it more? But suddenly Dean shifted next to her and surprised her when he spoke.

"Thanks for coming out here for Sam. You didn't have to."

"Oh." What was she supposed to say to that? "Don't mention it." She decided. "We're friends. This is what friends do. They're there for each other. No matter what."

"Apparently." He shifted again and Kallie couldn't help but to wonder if it was because he couldn't get comfortable or because he was in pain.

"Can I do anything for you?" She whispered, eyeing his back in the dark.

"Sleep Red."

She stayed quiet and closed her eyes; praying that sleep could come, praying that a miracle would happen and heal Dean, praying that the brothers would be fine.

Sleep must have overcome her because the next thing she knew she was jolting out of a nightmare. Breathing heavily her eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out where she was. That wasn't Nava next to her. Panicked she slipped from the bed and began backing away. Where was she?

He was pulled from his conversation by a strange panic filling him. He excused himself and began concentrating, trying to find the source. He found he had lost track of time when it was Kallie's panic. Around this time she always awoke with night terrors. He found it odd that one person could be plagued by so many. He watched as she back away from the beds in the strangely decorated room. Hadn't she came here of her own free will? Hadn't she wanted to help the brothers? The longer he watched her he realized she didn't seem to know where she was or who she was with.

In a few quick strides he was standing next to a bed, staring down at Dean. He began repeating the man's name over and over again until finally the young man began to stir.

He watched as Dean twisted slightly with a groan as consciousness came. He felt bad for waking the man who was in need of rest to keep up his strength but it had to be done. He didn't leave until he was sure Dean noticed Kallie's absence.

Squinting into the dark Dean tried to find what it was that had woken him. He could have sworn someone was saying is name, their voice unrecognizable to him.

"Red?" He muttered, his voice low with sleep. "Sam?"

He sat up with a hiss of pain when no one answered him.

Noticing the empty space next to him he began searching for Kallie. He frowned when he saw her shadowed shape in a corner of the room.

"Kallie? Red?" He tried.

When she didn't respond he pushed himself up off the bed and made his way over to her, hunched over. His heart seemed to ache more with every beat it took.

"Everything okay Kallie?"

This time her confused voice answered him. "Dean?"

"The one and only." He held his hands out before him, "Why are you up? It's too early for this."

He heard her breath hitch and watched as her hands covered her face.

"Nightmare?" He wondered.

"I couldn't remember where I was."

He carefully placed his hands on her upper arms. Just as he went to speak he heard rustling of sheets, Sam was awake.

"Dean?"

"I've got it. Kallie had a nightmare of some kind." But even as he said it he knew Sam wouldn't listen. Sure enough Sam was next to him a moment later.

"You're with me and Sam. Showed up yesterday. Remember?"

He was relieved when she told him she did remember, followed by an apology for waking them up.

"Don't' sweat it." Sam assured her. "Nightmares happen. Believe me, I know."

He would know, Dean thought; he'd had enough of them himself lately. He worried about his little brother but knew better than to keep mentioning them. Sam would only brush off the concern and grow angrier. He would come to Dean when he was ready.

"I'm fine, really; Just a stupid dream." Kallie was telling them.

"Can't be worse than Sam's." Dean said, trying to lighten the mood. "Clowns and midgets."

He knew Sam wouldn't argue, especially when Kallie laughed.

"That sounds horrifying."

Hearing her voice quiver he panicked; hoping she wouldn't start crying on them. He wasn't good with crying women.

"I've got this Dean. Go back to bed for a bit." Sam came to the rescue.

"Sure Dr. Phil." He joked; glad for once that Sam didn't mind the emotional crap.

Turning he slowly made his way back to the motel bed he was using and carefully laid down, pulling the covers back over top of him. He breathed slowly, his face twisted in pain as his heart beat heavily. The doctors had warned him that he was better off in a hospital where they could give him medication to help manage his pain. But he wasn't going to die in some hospital. He didn't belong there; He belonged with Sam.

He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, he had been positive that he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep, but the next thing he knew he was waking up and it was daylight. The sun found a way to sneak around the ugly curtains in the room and scatter sunlight across the room. Groaning quietly he ran a hand over his eyes to try and rub the remaining sleep from them.

"Rise and shine princess." Came Sam's voice from across the room.

Turning awkwardly to see his brother, Dean saw Sam sitting at a table with a cup of coffee and a donut in hand. Next to him sat Kallie, her feet in the chair and knees tucked under her chin picking at her own donut.

"You two get anymore sleep last night?"

Sam shook his head, "Na, we were up. No big deal. Went outside for a walk, talked about some stuff. So we're good today."

Glad that they had managed to find something to do but not wanting to let on that he had been really worried he pushed himself up, "I didn't ask for a play by play coach." He growled; sleep still threatening to over take him.

"We got you coffee." Kallie piped up, her fingers tapping the table next to the third cup of coffee there. "Peace offering?" She smiled.

"Only reason I keep either of you two around." He replied, picking up the warm cup as soon as he was close enough. The hot liquid spilled down his throat with a pleasant burn and it gave him a few moments to collect himself. Pulling the cup down from his face he raised an eyebrow at Sam who had a perfect bitch face on. "Who spit in your coffee?"

If possible the bitch face deepened.

"You shouldn't be drinking caffeine Dean. Not with your heart being like it is."

"Uh news flash, you bought me the damn thing." He tipped the cup in Sam's direction, resisting the urge to roll his eyes.

Sam grumbled, "Yeah well I wasn't thinking."

It was typical for Sam to buy Dean Coffee if he was up and about before his brother woke. He hadn't been thinking, it was routine, he wasn't used to having a brother dying.

As soon as everyone had packed up their belongings they were off, Dean still wondering where exactly they were going. He felt like there was something he wasn't being told and Dean was pretty good at telling when Sam was lying to him.

We all fall down
But you refuse to get back on your feet again
You closed your eyes
and said goodbye to all of those who loved you

We All Fall Down by All Time Low