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Lauren's POV

Getting to the funhouse was going to be the hard part. I'm sure she's waiting for us outside for me and Dean to come out. But I had a back-up plan. When I was digging through the cabinet I found a mirror. Not very big but big enough. I didn't know if she could break them or not, either way it would buy us some time. How much though would vary.

And then there was Dean. He was still hurt, no matter what he said. I was learning not to listen to him when it came to his well being. I have no idea how his brother puts up with him, or if Sam even really noticed. I don't know I only met the guy once. But I liked Dean. I mean I really like him. As crazy as this night has been I didn't want it to end. If that sounds too weird I'm sorry. He was funny, really friggin hot, and sweet. Well he had his sweet moments. And he saved my life. I don't usually fall for the hero types but I guess he's the exception. I don't know what had gotten into me. Every time he got close my heart pounded.

But right now I had to focus. Kill Cleo, the wicked bitch of the west, then focus on my feelings for Dean, if that's what you want to call it. Anyway we were ready to get out of there, mirror and all.

"I'm hanging on to you." I said absently.

"What?" Dean said, a cocky grin on his face, pointing out the innuendo I had just said. I laughed.

"Ha, ha, ha." I said. "Wow we are the mature one aren't we? I mean when you're walking you're not doing it by yourself. I'm gonna help you and I want to hear it!" I yelled over his protest. "Until I can make sure you are truly without a doubt okay you aren't doing a damn thing."

"I can walk just fine." He defended. I walked over to him and took another look at his back.

"Okay," I said. "Walk from here to the other side of the room without stopping, no leaning on stuff either." I was trying to prove him wrong, to make a point he was stubborn and would only get hurt because of it. His cocky smirk stayed. And he took a step forward. He was about halfway through the room when he started to slow, his back tense. I could see what would happen, predicting he would fall. I ran quick, watching his legs give out from under him as if in slow motion. I caught him and braced myself for his weight.

"Dammit..." He groaned. His body was tense and he was starting to sweat. He had one hand on the desk and one arm around me.

"That's what you get for bein' stupid." I said. "Now I've proved my point and I'm helping you get to the funhouse whether you want me to or not." I let him go and he completely supported himself. He rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He said. Suddenly I felt strange, lightheaded. My head started to ache. The room spn around me, I was nauseous. And I was about to have a vision. I backed up onto the couch.

"Dean," I said. "I'm about to pass out, I'll wake up in a few minutes." I said. The room was getting dark and I was slipping further and further into the darkness.

"What are you-" Dean said but I didn't hear the end of the sentence.

The purple lights flashed, smoke filled the room. Mirrors everywhere. Cleo's laugh echoed around me. Dean was beside me, his arm around my shoulders as I helped him walk down the halls. Suddenly he flew forward and knocked me down

"Lauren!" Dean yelled. It was far off, a distant echo. "Please! Someone help me!"I could see Dean in the mirrors, eyes wide and terrified. Blood flowed from his lips. He was pinned against a wall, screaming. I ran down the hall, trying to figure out which Dean was the real one.

"Dean!" My own voice sounded like an echo.

"Please she's gonna kill me! Help me please!" He begged. I watched his bandages ripped and blood spilled out.

"Dean!" Abruptly his head hung limp, eyes closed, blood pooling underneath him. He was all around me. Everywhere. "NO!"

Dean's POV

"Lauren! Lauren!" I yelled. She had collapsed on the couch a few minutes ago. Now she was screaming my name. I had her in my arms, shaking her, trying to get her to wake up. "Lauren! What the hell's goin on? Lauren please answer me!" Sweat dripped down her face. Her eyes flew open and she looked up at me. "What the hell was that?" I asked. She didn't answer me, she hugged me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tight. "Lauren what's wrong?"

"I, I need to tell you something." She said, letting go.

"Oh, you're not a dude are you?" I asked. She laughed and shook her head.

"No, I have these, uh, visions-"

"Oh!" I said, relieved. "My brother has the same ones. He gets these really bad headaches and sees people's license plates and all kinds of crap." She shook her head.

"No, mine aren't like that." She said. "I only see pain, suffering, and most of the time they're about someone I care about or know...And I just saw you die." My brows raised.

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Yeah, we were going inside that place, Cleo laughed, you bolted down the hall of mirrors, I fell. I couldn't find you. She killed you."

"Well this isn't the first time this has happened." I said. "We'll just have to be careful." She looked at her hands. "Hey," I said, lifting her chin. "We have an advantage this time. You literally saw it coming." I smiled.

--More later darlings! Oh, and for those of you who read "Bundle Of Hell" I said I was making a sequel and I'm a woman of my word! It's called: Bundle Of Hell II: Rose's Comeback. But for now why don't you review this story!--