The Swat team broke the door as if it were a latch on a lunch box. The team worked their way, boot by boot, past blood hand prints on the wall that indicated where they would lead to. They found their way to the woman crying with dead eyes that had new found hope. She was bloody and beaten and tied down and indicated to the team where the monster was. In the other room. They rushed to the next room and had him at gun point before he even made a move. They forced him to turn around and with blood on his palms and a knife in his hand he raised them. He was Dean Winchester.

The Impala pulled into the gas station on a day that was oddly bright and sunny, the guys had been so used to dreary road life they almost forgot what true sun was like. Dean spoke to a distracted Sam with his eyes focused on his phone. Dean mentioned that he was in aww at the fact he continued to keep in contact with his friends from college.

It was Sam tied down in what appeared to be a dungeon or sewer or both but either way he was beaten and held back while he listend to the blashphomy reaking from Dean's mouth. The words that flew out in a stream of horror were heart-breakingly false but what was the reason he was saying them? Why was he lying?

His mouth came to a close that appeared to be the end of the rant but then his lips formed a soft and wicked-not-Dean smile and said, "I bet you don't even know about Lori."

The sound of intense ringing in my ears woke me from my slumber with a start. I jumped out of bed and looked around with fear, wondering what it was and wondering if I should I thank the noise. I looked around and suddenly found it was Dean calling! I rushed and answered the phone for a listen, "Hello?"

"Lori?" it was Dean's voice and he sounded the way he sounded on the phone when talking to Sam, serious and in search of danger.

"Dean?" I asked even though I knew it was him already. I had just been in shock by the fact that he had actually talking to me and that he actually let me answer.

"Lori?" he repeated in a mock horrified voice that forced a laugh out of my throat. He sighed happily, "Man, I miss that laugh."

"Shut up," I snapped from embarresment. I couldn't believe myself, I was reverting back to the first stages of our relationship when I told him to shut up at every compliment.

"Fine, fine. But how're you? You don't so good?" he asked, letting the concern drip into his voice.

"Nightmare. Horrible, horrible nightmare, and I just miss you so much," I spat out in one breath. I didn't want to say that, what I wanted to say was that I had a bad dream but everything else was fine. My mouth just never gave me a chance to think before it acted.

I heard a heavy sigh fall over the reciever and I could almost imagine it falling across my face, "I miss you too."

"What happened with Sam?" I asked softly, deciding it would be better off if we didn't get into such deep things at the moment.

"He bitched me out a bit when I got back but that was it. I didn't get grounded," he muttered, making me laugh again as I laid backwards onto my bed. "Oh, how I miss that la-"

"Dean!" I snapped, trying not to laugh anymore than I had to. "Let's be serious. Where are you off to now?"

"Well, now, we're headin' to Lake Manitoc in Wisconsin. A girl drowned in that Lake and her body's missing. Sounds like our kind of case," he rattled off in that 'hunter' voice he used when he was 'in the zone.'

"A girl?" I drawled out, putting on my jealous girlfriend voice, "Well, is she pretty?"

He groaned like a little schoolboy in trouble, "Well I don't know, she's dead!"

"Yeah, and what about the zombie-chick in New Orleans? You said she was dead too and next thing I heard you almost became her zombie bride," I pressed. He laughed his wonderful laugh and I mocked, "Oh, how I miss that laugh."

"You shut it. Now, tell me about this nightmare you had," Dean probed in his trying-not-to-probe voice.

I sighed, "I don't want to tell you, it's way too scary."

"Come on, Lor, you can't hold it in," he continued.

"Fine...fine. Well...it always starts out the same. A Swat team comes into this house...and it's a really big house. And they go through it and then they find this girl and she's tied up! And she's hurt, she's been beaten and she's all bloody! And then the Swat team goes into another room and there's...it's...it's you. You're one that did it. Your hands are covered in blood and you have a knife and you look so scary! And then it got worse last night and it jumped and it was you and Sam-and does Sam really have brown shaggy hair?-he's tied up in this horrible place and you're saying these mean and horrible things and then you say...'I bet you don't even know about, Lori,' and then I woke up and answered the phone," I spat out as quickly as I could so I didn't have to think about it any longer. I opened my eyes and suddenly saw that the sky outside was much lighter than it had been last time I woke up and that dawn was fast approaching. But Dean still hadn't answered, "Dean?"

"Yeah, he does have brown shaggy hair," he confirmed but tried to explain, "You probably saw a picture of him somewhe-"

"I didn't!" I protested, not really sure why I felt so strongly about this.

"Then I don't know what it could b-"

"Dean," I groaned, hearing the anxiety in his voice that I hated to hear. I pulled his shirt up over my nose and sighed, "I probably did see a picture somewhere."

"Lori," he still had the tone in his voice that I hated but he tried to calm, "I really miss you, Babe."

"I miss you too, Baby," I smiled, hoping he could hear the smile because I really meant it with all of my heart. I really missed him.

"What are you plannin' on doing today?" he asked, sounding more even toned than he had before but it still wasn't the happy voice I was expecting.

"I don't know. Take a shower. Eat some breakfast. Go back to the map and finish putting in everything. Maybe look up some stuff and get that bet going. I don't know..see where the wind takes me," I answered, trying to sound as nonchalaunt as possible.

"Hmmmmm, shooower," Dean syruped out of his jaw, creating the image of him with his slack grin and the fire that's just being brought to light.

"Shut up," I laughed, folding my arm over my chest as I closed my eyes and remembered where these kind of talks often lead to.

"Okay. I've got to go now, babe. Sam's waking up. I'll leave you a message later and DON'T answer," he ordered.

"Fiiiiine," I sighed trying not to smile but finding it impossible not to do it, "Bye, Dean."

"Bye, Lor," he said in a soft voice before hanging up the phone.

I waited a few seconds, listening to the dial tone before I hung up myself. Even though he was gone, on his way to Lake Where-Ever I couldn't shake the growing optimism budding inside my chest. I looked out across the room and through the window. Maybe I'd start decorating the place finally. Maybe I'd go out for a walk or a run. Maybe I'd take over the world...well...not that. But the point was I could do anything...with or without Dean.

Preferably with him.