Lana woke instantly and ran her eyes over the room and tried to decipher if what she had encountered was really a dream. Images of a man chained up in front of her, his head slack, his skin pale came into her mind. It took a few seconds for everything to come back to her. She turned her head to see the picture of her and Nana at her high school graduation. Which was odd, because her Nana died just a few months before that day. With a sigh, her hands scrubbed across her face and she slowly got out of her bed. How did everything get so messed up? She had a normal life, until it was all taken away from her.

She swung her leg over the bed and her satin shorts slid up her thigh and that's when she noticed the four inch scar that ran from her knee up to her hip. Her fingers ran across the puckered flesh trying to remember when she had gotten that. She was starting to have trouble figuring out what was reality and what was just a dream.

"Alana," A soft knock sounded on the other side of the door filled with concern. "Are you up?"

Lana brushed her dark hair from her eyes and walked over to the door to see Sophia. "I'm fine Nana." She gave her a smile, which she hoped was convincing enough, and kissed her on the cheek. "I..I'll be down in a minute."

Sophia smiled and placed a hand on Lana's cheek. "OK.."

She took a long time in the shower, her head placed against the cool tiles, trying to get the dream out of her head. The man looked so familiar, but who he was was jut out of her reach. When the water turned cold, she switched off and slid the curtain back and let out a scream.

He was standing near the door, his face gaunt and a very pale. Dark circles were under his eyes, his cheekbones were sunken in and blood covered his neck where it collected in his blue t-shirt. He began to flicker as he reached out his hand to her, his mouth opened as if he was about to say something to her. Before that could happen, the bathroom banged open and Sophia charged in.

"A..are you OK?"

Lana was visibly shaken as she placed the towel around her body and carefully stepped over the ledge of the tub. "Y..yes..I'm sorry...I..thought I saw something..but...it was nothing."

"Are you sure?" Sophia walked into the bathroom and leaned up against the sink. "Maybe you should stay home. I mean yesterday was a very emotional day..."

"I'm fine!" Lana snapped. She felt her cheeks burn under Sophia's gaze and she dropped her head, her wet hair collected around her face. "Really..I'm fine. It's better if I just go in and work, OK?"

"OK." Sophia hesitated for a moment, then leaned in and kissed her on the side of the head. "I will see you at the diner. Take your time, OK?"

"Take a seat anywhere hon," A raspy voice yelled at him from somewhere in the diner, "Be right with you."

The small diner was packed and Dean finally found a table that was shoved into the back next to the bathrooms. He took the seat where it was facing the front. He noticed the menu tucked in between the condiments and sugar packets and placed it on the table.

"Well hey handsome, aren't you a sight for sore eyes."

Dean tore his gaze away from the menu to see a plump, bleach-blonde hair that was frizzy and thick horn rimmed glasses. She smoothed her hands over her pink uniform and plucked the order pad from the pockets. "Uhh..hi..."

She reached over and over turned his mug and held up the coffee pot. "Coffee?"

"Yeah..uh..thanks.." Dean watched as she poured the coffee and smiled. "Thanks..Martha."

"Is that all?"

"Actually." Dean leaned back in the booth and placed one arm on the back. "Is Lana in?"

"No, not yet. But she could be here soon. If you want something to eat, just holler." She winked a eye lash that was coated with mascara at him and shuffled over to the bar.

Dean returned to the menu and a moment later, heard heels on the tile and when he looked up, saw a very tall woman standing at the table. She was very attractive for an older woman, or she would be if she didn't have that pinched look on her face. The simple navy blue slacks and white silk button-up blouse screamed money. Her dark blonde hair was neatly styled into a bun and dark blue eyes peered from him behind black rimmed glasses.

"Mr. Winchester, do you have a moment?" She pointed to the empty seat that was across from Dean.

Dean gestured to the seat and smiled as she pulled it back to sit down. He sat the cup down and stared at her. "Mr. Winchester was my father."

"Yes, I'm well aware," The word was said with such anger it took Dean back for a moment. She took off her glasses and placed them on the table, cupped her hands together and leaned forward. "I'm sure you're here to see Lana."

"Not really," Dean kept his smile on his face as he noticed the tone in her voice and the way she was looking at him was like he was dirt on her shoe. "I came for the good coffee." He winked at her and lifted his cup to his mouth.

Sophia's lips pinched into a thin line so tightly they became white. "It's hard enough on her having to be reminded of her mother's death, but for you to come waltzing in here like nothing happened, is a slap to that good woman's name."

"I'm not responsible for what my father did," Dean sat foward so he was almost face to face with this woman, "Got it? What that bastard did, was not my fault and I don't know why you are sitting there judging me." He felt his anger coming to the surface and he had to quickly count to three before he did something rash.

"Let me tell you something, young man. You weren't there sitting next to your granddaughter in the hospital, as she lay broken in that bed. Her dreams of becoming a dancer where shattered because of what that man did." Her voice hissed at Dean and he blinked and sat back as he was certain her eyes slid a little darker. "It's bad enough, that woman came in pleading and begging to see Alana, to apologize for what her husband did."

"Don't you dare drag her into this, "Dean fired back, "It was rough on us as well watching her fall to pieces as he was thrown into the slammer."

"You are just like him Dean Winchester. And I will not have you around Alana, got it?"

"Or what?" Dean stared her down, his green eyes holding all the anger he felt inside of him.

"Do you really want to find out? Hmmm?" She kept her cold gaze on him as she took her glasses from the table. "You are not to step foot in this diner again, you do, I call the cops."

Dean sat back in the chair and watched Sophia walk towards the bar, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Something was a little fishy about that woman and he was going to find out what that was.