Raven looked up at Sam and could feel all her doubts and insecurities rush to the surface. Sam's face wore a tender expression as he ran his hand down her cheek. He's going to kiss me, she thought. She closed her eyes and waited to feel his lips on hers.

Sam's lips brushed against Raven's, warm and wonderful. He was about to deepen the kiss when a giggle escaped his lips. Embarrassed beyond belief, he noticed that Raven had giggled too. Why were they both giggling? Maybe they were just nervous. Sam tried to kiss Raven again. They were both giggling before Sam even touched her lips.

"Sam," Raven began with mirth in her voice, "I think we should stop. This doesn't feel right."

Sam looked deeply into her eyes and realized she was right. Kissing her felt wrong. The connection that he felt to her was still there, but it didn't feel romantic.

He kissed her forehead and said, "You're right. What we are feeling isn't romantic. It's more than that."

Raven considered Sam's words and realized what she was feeling was so much more than love. Sam was a part of her and that wasn't going to change. But the way they approached each other would. Relieved, Raven curled into Sam's waiting arms and fell into a deep sleep.

Sam looked down at Raven's peaceful face and smiled. He was no closer to finding out why he and Raven were so close but there was one piece of the puzzle solved. He drew her tighter into his arms and slept breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

Sleep eluded Dean. He's had his dose of morphine but there was no sleep coming in his near future. All these thoughts kept rolling around in his head like a giant game of marbles. The worst of it was he missed her. How could he be missing someone he wasn't even sure he liked? He had no answer to that question but the feeling remained.

It'll be better when I can get back out on the road, he thought. Then I'll have something to focus on instead of some broad who's gotten under my skin. Had she gotten under his skin? That was obvious. The problem appeared to be what to do about it.

To get his mind off things, Dean started humming Metallica. That always helped. The pain killers were finally dragging him under when the air was sucked out of his lungs. It felt as though his ribs were caving in and he shivered so hard he thought his teeth were going to shake out of his head. What the hell?

Raven started moaning and within seconds she was screaming and trembling harder than Sam had ever seen. Sam shook her awake and noticed the blood tricking out of her nose. Her eyes were wild.

"Raven, Raven! What's wrong? Are you alright?" Sam shook her slightly, trying to drag her from whatever nightmare had taken hold. She finally stared back at Sam with blank, dark eyes and began to cry. No matter how badly her head had hurt or how bad the nightmares were, he'd never seen her cry. Sam frantically wiped the tears from her cheeks and rocked her back and forth in his arms, needing her to snap out of this trance.

Raven finally laid her head on his shoulder and stopped sobbing when Sam's phone rang.

"Dean… now's not a good time." Sam answered.

"Sam, what's wrong with Raven? Is she alright?" Dean replied breathlessly.

"I don't know. She woke up screaming with blood running out of her nose. Wait, how did you know?"

Dean huffed, "Never mind that now. Go take care of her." And the line disconnected.

Sam stared at his phone only momentarily and left her on the bed to get a washcloth from the bathroom. He gently cleaned her nose of the blood and brought her a fresh shirt to change into. She was so rattled she stripped the shirt off in front of Sam without even thinking.

"Raven, honey, what's going on?" he encouraged.

"Pain," she mumbled, "Terrible pain."

"Who's?" Sam replied.

"Mine." Then her eyes rolled back in her head and she collapsed.

Hours later, she awoke feeling disoriented. What the hell had happened? Sam was sitting next to her with a look on his face that she had never seen. He was as pale as a ghost, his eyes full of fear.

"Sam? What's going on?" Raven asked.

Sam sighed, "You collapsed after waking up screaming. How do you feel?"

"Fine," she replied, "I'm a little fuzzy but otherwise ok. What do you mean I woke up screaming? I don't remember that."

"You don't remember? You had blood gushing from your nose. You've been out for almost three hours."

She shivered slightly and furrowed her brow in concentration. For the life of her, she could not remember waking up or what had forced her to do so. She would have insisted Sam was mistaken if she hadn't seen her nightshirt on the end of the bed, stained with blood.

"I'm concerned that you don't remember waking up and that you lost consciousness. I would have taken you to the hospital but your vitals were strong. I was considering calling the paramedics but you came to."

Raven sighed, "No need, Sam. I feel fine and there's not much an ER would do except a CAT scan, which would show nothing. It was probably some broken blood vessels in my sinus cavity and a stress reaction to a bad dream. Nothing to worry about. What time is it?"

"It's just after six. If you are feeling up to it, we really should get to the plant and do the FBI thing. There hasn't been a gremlin attack in a couple of days and I'm afraid someone else is going to get hurt."

"Agreed," Raven replied, "Just let me take a quick shower and I'll be ready."

She rolled out of bed and called over her shoulder, "Hey Sam, would you be a dear and…"

"Get you some orange juice?" he smiled, "Be right back."

Raven grinned at him as he stepped out the door. She was turning on the tap when her cell rang. She saw Dean's number and smiled involuntarily.

"Sam and I are going to get to the plant in just a little while. You must be stir crazy if you are calling me for an update early in the morning." she grinned into the phone.

Dean sighed in relief and then launched into a tirade, "I'm not calling you for an update! I have been worried sick for hours that you were dead or worse and you have the nerve to answer the phone with some wise ass comment. I ought to come down there and smack the shit out of you!"

Raven was about to yell right back at him when she realized something, "You were worried about me?"

"Ahhhhhhh!" Dean screamed and hung up the phone.

Raven couldn't help but feel giddy that Dean had been concerned. He does care, she thought. Now that she was sure there was nothing romantic between she and Sam, there was the luxury of thinking about Dean. But what to think about? That was a question to ponder after this job was sorted out.

She stepped in the shower and let the warm water run down her body. Humming to herself, she had just soaped up a washcloth when she trembled and dizziness over took her. There were flashes in front of her eyes, images rapidly moving from one to the next, never stopping long enough so they could be recognized. The only emotion she could gather from the pictures scorching her brain, pain.

As quickly as they started, they were gone. Raven was stunned to find herself kneeling in the tub with blood running down her face. No wonder Sam was worried, she thought.

Sam knocked on the bathroom door. "Raven? You ok?"

Raven didn't even hesitate, "Yeah Sam, I am fine. Be right out." Lying to him felt so wrong but she wasn't about to tell him what had just happened. She quickly finished the rest of her shower and put the episode in the back of her mind. There was work to be done.