Named after the song by Avenged Sevenfold. Requested by ladybugsmomma :] This chapter had been on my laptop for a while but annoyingly my laptop decided to break. It's all good now and it's fixed:'] Enjoy.

Dean woke up from a vivid nightmare. About Sam. Again. He just couldn't seem to stop worrying about the kid, along with Lorelai. Lorelai wasn't ordinary. He knew that for sure. He and Bobby were still looking into the visions but there was no way of telling where they came from. They would have to wait for another one and see if any hints came along with it. Dean pushed his hair back and pushed himself out of bed.

Dean paced his room with his hands on the back of his head. He was frustrated. He knew that rebuilding his trust in Sam will take a while and that irritated him. Dean wished they could just be like they were before everything. Before he went to Hell and Sam started trusting that bitch. Dean made his way downstairs. He wasn't going to get any sleep and he knew it so there was no point of staying in the bedroom. As he walked down the dark hallway he was obstructed by something. No. Someone.

The person he walked into grabbed Dean and slammed him against the wall managing to take him by surprise. They turned on the light next to him still keeping their hold. Dean squinted as light blared from the lamp. The tired face of the youngest Winchester came into view. Lorelai sighed and let go of him.

"Dean? Why the hell are you wandering about this late?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Lori. Nice attack by the way."

"Well someone sent Cas into my damn dreams. Why are you making him interrupt my sleep?"

"Well technically he isn't." Lorelai raised her eyebrows at him, expecting a good answer. Dean sighed. "I wanted him to be there just in case Jophiel turned up again. I just wanna know what his deal is."

"Whatever." Lorelai was too tired to argue.

"You want breakfast?" Dean asked her. Lorelai sighed. It was ridiculously early for them. It was 6 in the morning.

"Breakfast would be awesome." She replied.

"Go and get dressed then, and we'll meet at the Impala."

Dean had amazingly found a place that opened at 6:30. The place was full of old couples and people in suits on their way to work. Dean didn't think he could ever be a working man. He'd probably argue with and attack his boss. Even he knew he was no good at taking orders. The aging waitress came with their orders and put them on the table. She stumbled back behind the counter.

"So." Lorelai began. "You still haven't told me why you're up so early."

"Couldn't get to sleep." Dean replied through a bite of bacon.

"Well obviously. Dean, you've got to stop stressing yourself out so much. Sam's fine. He's with us now, we can look after him."

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Your weird vision crap? Death threats from angels? An unwritten fate? I'm worrying more about you than Sam, Lori!"

"It will work out, Dean. We just need need to sort out this apocalypse shit and then that's the death threats taken care of-"

"You make it sound so easy."

"-And I haven't had a vision since Lucifer came free. Maybe it was just a weird dream."

"Yeah, right. A weird dream that described every little detail."

"It will all work out." She repeated. "We just need to keep a clear head about it."

"Yeah, I suppose."

When they returned to Bobby's, Sam was awake and at the table on his laptop.

"Morning Sammy!" Lorelai beamed at him. His disgust for his nickname was visible on his face. He should stop doing that, Lorelai thought. It just made her want to use it more.

"Hey. You guys are up early. No sleeping in?"

"No." Dean answered. "We went to get breakfast." Sam shrugged slightly but really he felt a little bit hurt that they didn't wake him up to ask if he wanted to go with them. He would have liked to. There was an awkward silence.

"Damn, you can see the awkwardness in the air!" Lorelai exclaimed jokingly to break the silence and went to the fridge to get a can of coke. She watched as Dean left and went God-knows-where. Lorelai pulled up a chair next to Sam who quickly closed his laptop.

"So, Geekboy what were you looking at? Surfing for Porn?" Sam gave her one of his best bitch-faces.

"No, I was researching the apocalypse."

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry we distracted you from your 'researching'." Lorelai laughed at the expression on Sam's face. It was priceless.

"You know, Dean's a bad influence on you. What happened to the sweet innocent Lorelai that I first met?"

"Don't be fooled by first impressions. You should know that by now." Sam knew that all too well. He was still struggling with the thought that he had been manipulated by Ruby. She seemed to be helping. Both Bobby and Dean kept pointing out but she was bad news but he didn't listen. Guilt consumed him once again. He opened his laptop and tried to get it out of his mind.

"Hey Sam?" Lorelai put down her can and looked seriously at her brother. Sam stopped typing and turned to her. "How are you holding up? Really?"

"Well I feel guilty as hell but apart from that I'm fine."

"Even the, uh, cravings? Have they definitely stopped?" Lorelai raised her eyebrows at him, meaning she wanted the truth. Sam desperately wanted to tell her, to let it out. He swallowed the lump in his throat down hard. He hated lying.

"Yes. Tell Dean that too. He wont seem to stop going on about it." Lorelai raised an eyebrow at him. She couldn't tell if he was lying or not.

She tried to put herself in his shoes. If she still had a demon blood addiction, she wouldn't want to tell. She'd suffer in silence. She was broken by her thoughts as Dean came in.

"I found a case. Pack your crap. You too, Lori."

"What?" Lorelai asked in surprise. "You mean I'm coming too?"

"Yeah, but take your car. You might have to come back if it all goes south. I installed weapons in the back of it."

"Like in the Impala?"

"Yeah, exactly like that. Just make sure nobody sees it."

"Are you kidding? I'm not letting anyone near my Charger. I'm going to let you get away with it this time, seeing as you did something helpful." Dean smiled at her. She certainly had the right attitude when it came to her car. "Where is it?"

"It's in Canton, Ohio."

"Ah man, that's like 11 hours away."

"Actually it's probably around 13."

"Great. How long have I been driving? Around 3 weeks now?"

"Hey, it gives you more time to practice." Dean grinned at her.

Dean was right. The journey was around 13 hours. They only stopped 3 times to stretch their legs. Lorelai had to admit, she was pretty good at driving. It just seemed to come naturally to her. They checked into the motel and gave Lorelai her own room just next door. It was tacky but it would do.

Sam and Dean went off to find out the information on the case in the form of FBI agents. Lorelai sat around wondering what to do with herself. She switched on the TV but she just couldn't sit still. She grabbed her bag and locked up.

Lorelai drove around for a while, exploring the city. She'd never really traveled in her life. She stopped at a nice looking park. There was a forest there and she was really in the mood for a trek after sitting down for so long. She parked her car and fed the meter.

When she got back from her trek, Sam and Dean were back too.

"So, what's going on?" She asked them.

"It's Little Bastard." Dean replied. Lorelai raised an eyebrow at him.

"Huh?"

"James Dean's car."

"The one he was killed in?"

"Yep. Exactly."

"Please tell me we're definitely doing this case."

"Oh, we are. Definitely. We're about to go to evidence and take a look."

"Let me guess. I can't come."

"Sorry Lori."

"Can't you pretend I'm a trainee or something? Do they have trainees?"

"No."

"Well this place is boring. At least give me something to do."

"Research your vision crap." Lorelai sighed. She tried many times. The best she could come up with is Cherokee premonitions.

Lorelai sulked slightly as she imagined Dean examining the car. And Sam. Sam probably didn't even understand how big this was. She pushed back her jealous thoughts and took out her laptop. She typed in visions. Then premonitions. It just came up with stuff like 'real life' psychics and Christian prophecy. Those were both ruled out. Cas had the names of all prophets of his religion etched into his brain. Lucifer was an angel too, Lorelai thought. Would Cas know if he assigned himself a prophet or something? Lorelai didn't think it had anything to do with Lucifer but he did seem to have a particular interest in her family. After about 45 minutes of researching, nothing matched her symptoms. Not even the native American prophecy symptoms. That ruled out everything. Great. She has to be the weird one.

She went back to her search engine and typed in something else. Selena Adams. She didn't really know what she was hoping for, nothing could be found about her in the search engine. She hacked into the FBI database and typed in her mother's name. The picture of her was a mugshot, taken before criminals get put into jail. Lorelai knew an occasional jailbreak came in the job description of being a hunter. Dean had described prison many times. He was proud of it, though he wouldn't admit it. Selena had only been arrested once. For first degree murder, grave desecration, breaking and entering... The list went on. Looks like they never caught her again. Her acknowledgment of death wasn't even in her file. They were still looking for her. There was a side note.

'Selena Jane Adams was pregnant when arrested. Escaped 3 weeks before the baby was due. Medical reports can confirm the baby was a girl. Methods of escape still unknown.'

So that was another jigsaw piece to her life. What annoyed Lorelai was her death. How could someone just stop breathing? It wasn't right. All signs pointed to the supernatural.

The motel door opened and Sam walked in.

"Hey." He said and took off his blazer.

"Hey. Where's Dean?"

"He says he's looking into the case. I have my doubts." Sam got out his laptop and started typing.

"So was it really James Dean's car, or just a rip off?"

"That's what I'm about to find out. God, you should have seen Dean. He was shaking when he had to get the engine number." Sam shook his head. Lorelai laughed. She'd heard the legends about the car being the death of people but she didn't believe them.

"I'm so bored." Lorelai complained. "What is there to do around here?"

"Nightclubs and stuff."

"Hmm, not my thing really."

"Yeah, didn't think so. Besides, It's dark out."

"So?"

"So you know what's out there."

"I have training to deal with that stuff."

"Not nearly enough. You've only been doing this a few months. Dean and I have done it all our lives."

"I could've too if my damn dad sought me out!"

"Lorelai, you're shouting." Lorelai calmed herself down.

"I'm sorry. It just really feels like I should be doing this. All my life, I've felt like I had a hole ripped in my chest. I thought that was because of mom, but since I've been with you and Dean, and since I've been hunting, I feel like it's healing." Sam smiled. "What?" Lorelai asked him.

"You just really remind me of dad sometimes."

"I wouldn't know. I never met the guy." Lorelai swallowed down the lump in her throat. It was ineffective. Sam seemed to sense her sadness. He pulled her into a hug. She couldn't help it. The tears came rolling out. She felt pathetic. Like a baby but sometimes she wished she was babied a bit more. She'd never really got that much attention when she was young.

All of her hopes, sorrows, grief and fear came out in little drops of water. She buried her face into Sam's shoulder.

"You know, I'm only like this because I'm tired." She sniffed.

"Sure." Sam said and stroked her hair. He was glad she was letting it out instead of bottling it up. When he said she reminded him of dad, he meant it.