It was silent in the car as it quickly ate up the miles, the yellow headlights hightling the inky blackness that was the road. Sam looked bewteen them and noticed a bag. He picked it up and opend it to look inside.

Dean took his eyes off the road for just a second to see Sam rooting around in the paper sack. "Uh...you don't wanna do that."

Sam raised his eyes from the sack, then back down to it. "Oh Yeah? Really?" He reaced his hand inside and pulled out a jar that was filled with some kind of dark liquid. He knitted his brows together as he turned it around in his hands, trying to get a better look. "What the hell is this?"

"Blood," Dean said in a matter of fact way, that is was very normal for someone to be carrying a jar of blood around.

"I can see that!," Sam said a little upset at the face that he was holding a container of blood. "What the hell is going on here!"

Dean kept his gaze on the road and shifted uncomfortably in the seat. "You don't want to know."

"Yeah Dean, I kinda do. I mean, you've been acting really strange Dean. And this.." He held up the container of blood, "What is going on?"

Dean let out a sigh and kept his eyes on the dark road ahed of him, the muscles on his jaw were working overtime as he struggled to keep it in check. How on earth could he explain to his brother what the hell was going on? How that this wasn't really the life he wanted. Sure he had a hot girl falling for him, but it wasn't really her. She was what he wanted her to be and the real Lana was dying somewhere.

"You're gonna find out sooner or later. I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood."

Sam stared at his brother feeling fear overcome him. What the hell did he get himself into this time? "You...needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood?" As he said it out loud, it sounded kinda ridiculous. Sam let out a nervous chuckled and craned his neck to look in the back seat. "Am I being punked? Do you have like Ashton Kutcher in the trunk or something?"

"Who?" Dean looked at his brother to see the worried look on his face. "There is this creature. A Dijinn. And I have to hunt it."

"Okaaay," Sam let out a breath. "Um...stop the car."

"It's the truth Sam," Dean's voice was hoarse as he snapped at his brother. The real Sam wouldn't be so thick in the head. "Sam, there are these things, out there in the dark. There...there...are bad things. There are nightmare things. And people have to be saved and if we don't..nobody will."

"Look," Sam's voice had lowered trying not to angery at his brother for putting him in this mess, "I wanna help you, I really do, but you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so...I.." He kept his eyes on Dean as he slowly reached into his jacket pocket. "Just..."

"I wish it was that simple, Sammy, I really do."

Sam finally found his phone and slid it out and began to dial a number. Dean looked, grabbed the phone, rolled down his window and chucked it out the window, then rolled the window back up again.

"What the hell was that Dean? That was my phone!"

"I'm not going in a rubber room Sam," Dean let out a low chuckle. "And we got work to do. So just sit there, shut your trap and go along for the ride." Dean leaned over and turned up the radio, a signal he was done with the conversation.

The rumble of the engine echoed off the abandoned warehouse as Dean slowly drove around to the side of the building. He was hoping the car was hidden from the street, because the last thing he needed was a cop sniffing around and asking questions.

Dean looked over to see that Sam was fast asleep in the passenger seat, his head up against the glass. Dean felt around the seat until he found the cold handle and picked the object up. With a flick, he shined the flashlight into Sam's face. "Wake up sleeping beauty."

Sam let out a snort as he lifted his head off the window, the glass coated with his saliva. He sleepily turned his head to look at Dean and smacked the flashlight out of his hand. He blinked his eyes a few times and noticed they were parked outside of warehouse. "We..were are we?"

"Well, we ain't in Kansas anymore, Sammy." Dean chuckled as he switched off the flashlight to see that Sam was looking at him, not a smile on his face. Dean frowned at him as he fumbled for the door. "Illinois."

"And you think something is in there?"Sam pointed at the dark building, noticing several windows were busted out. It was evident this warehouse had been abandoned a long time ago.

Dean nodded as he opened the door with a creek of rusty hinges. "I know there is."

"What is this place." Sam whisphered as they slowly opened the door, stepping over a busted typewriter and several file cabinets that were on their sides. Dean was behind Sam with the flashlight in his hand, sweeping the floor with the light. "See? Dean, there ain't nothing here."

Dean ignored Sam and walked into the hallway, holding the flashlight out in front of him as he swept it to the left and then to the right. Sam followed closley behind him. "Look, Dean. Mom's gotta be worried sick about us. Come on..let..let's go."

A rustling sound came from down the hall and he turned to look at Sam. "Sshh.."

"What..what the hell was that?" Sam asked as he heard the noise again, this time to his right. He quickly turned around, straining to see into the dark.

"Stay behind me," Dean reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and took out the knife, "And keep your mouth shut."

With Dean in front, they slowly walked down the hallway where the came to a huge room. Hanging in front of them was a drained blood bag and several bodies that were shrivleled. It was too late for them. Dean was hoping that Lana hadn't suffered the same state.

"What the hell?"Sam said in awe as he slowly looked at the bodies, trying to come to terms with what he was seeing.

With quiet stealth, Dean walked past the bodies and he let out a rush of air from his lungs, as he saw her hanging in front of him. Her head was limp and resting on her chest, her dark curtain of hair was forward, covering her face. He carefully approached her to see a blood bag hanging from the chains and it was filled with blood. Dean took his finger and lifted her chin up and noticed her eyes were open, but she looked close to death.

"Lana."

Sam approached Lana and noticed the bag and the chain that tied her wrists above her head. Dean had figured her already gone, when a soft whimper came from her mouth.

"Dean, what's going on?"

Dean heard a sound behind them and grabbed Sam, putting a finger to his lips. "Ssshh.."

Sam watched as a tall man covered in strange tattoos walk behind the corner and walk up to the woman. Sam and Dean took cover behind a fallen cabinet adn watched in horror as the Dijinn walked up to Lana.

"Where's...where's my Nana," She let out a sob as the Dijinn lifted her head up with his finger. "I..I won't tell." Her eyes focused on the man in front of her and she began to sob harder. "Don't." She tried to move from him as he slid a finger over her cheek. "Where's my Nana."

The Djinn smiled at her as he touched her face, light blue illuminating from his hand. "Sleep...sleep.." He tilted his head as his eyes grew blue.

Her sobs were cut from her as Lana's head fell forward, her eyes still open and her feet relaxed. The Djinn rested his face against her arms, touching her right arm and breathing heavily. He reached up to the blood bag, pulled out a straw and squeezed the blood into his mouth.

Sam let out a gasp and quickly clamped a hand to his mouth, but it was too late. The Djinn moved his head away from the girl and his eyes focused right on where Sam and Dean had been hiding. Its eyes flashed blue again and he moved forward to their hiding place. He let out a frustrated groan as he realized there was no one there. He was growing hungry. This woman wouldn't last long and he needed fresh blood. He lifted his head up, closed his eyes and began to sniff the air, a smile coming over his face.

The stairs creaked above their heads as the Djinn walked up them. Sam let out a breath as he looked at Dean. "Ok..you were right..this stuff is real."

Dean moved his eyes from the bottom of the stairs to where Lana was hanging, her body limp. "She didn't know where she was. She thought was with her Nana."Dean looked up at the stairs again to make sure the coast was clear and slowly walked over to where Lana was hanging. "What if that's what the Djinn does. It doesn't grant you a wish, just makes you think you have."

"No, Dean..that doesn't make any sense."

Dean looked at Lana and then at Sam. "She kept appearing to me. Like this. What if she wasn't a spirit. It's..it's more like flashes...glimpses of reality. You know like, like I'm in here somewhere and I'm...like her." He turned back to look at Lana. "I'm catatonic and I'm taking this stuff in. But..but I can't snap out of it."

"Yeah, Ok Look. Yeah, you're right," He put his arm on Dean's and began to pull him away from Lana. "You're not crazy..but...but we need to get out of here. Fast..before that thing comes back." Sam took a step back as Dean threw his hand off his arm. "What?"

"I don't think you're real."

Sam closed his eyes and sucked in a breath and grabbed his arm. "You feel that? You feel this?" He punched Dean in the arm. "I'm real. This isn't some acid trip Dean. I'm real and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now please..."

Dean sighed and looked at Lana for a few seconds, than reached into his jacket. "There is one way to find out." He pulled out the knife and held it in front of him.

Sam held up his hands and slowly backed away from Dean. "Woah..whoa..whoa..what are you doing?"

Dean looked at the knife, watching as the light glinted off of it. "It's an old wives tell. If you're about to die in a dream, you wake up."

"No, no," Sam shook his head as he looked at the knife. "That's crazy. All right?"

Dean scrunched up his face and looked at Sam, determination in his face. "Maybe."

Sam took a step towards Dean and stopped when Dean held the knife in his right hand. "You're gonna kill yourself?"

"Or I'm gonna wake up. One or the other."

"OK, Dean," Sam pleaded with him, " This isn't a dream, all right? I'm here with you. Now. And you're about to kill yourself."

Dean shrugged. "I'm like 90% sure." Dean let out a sigh, pointed the knife towards his stomach, took a deep breath and plunged it forward.

The first sensation she felt when she opened her eyes, was pain, and lots of it. She felt weak and drained and when she tried to shift position, she felt pain in her right shoulder snake its way down her side, taking her breath away from her.

Her eyes slowly opened and the first thing she noticed, was, she was in some kind of hospital. She heard a noise and turned her head to see a pretty blonde woman sitting in a chair next to her bed, a book in her hands. "J...Jessica? Where..where am I?"

Jessica Capshaw put down her book to see Lana looking at her. She smiled at her friend and placed the book on her lap and leaned forward. "Hey..you feeling OK? Should I get the nurse?"

Lana let out a sigh as she leaned back into the pillow, noticing her right arm was in a black sling. She struggled to remember what had happened to her, but it was fuzzy. "No..no.."

Jessica smiled and placed her hand on Lana's uninjured hand. "Get some rest. I'm gonna go grab some coffee."

Jessica walked out of the room and was about to push the elevator button, when she noticed two men at the nurses desk. One was very tall with long hair that grazed the collar of his blue suit that he was wearing. The other, was a little shorter with short dark hair and some scruff on his face. She could only hear snippets of the conversation, their voices were low.

"FBI...Agents Perry and Smith...Lana Lambert..."

Forgetting about the coffe, Jessica walked towards the nurses desk, feeling her heart thudding into her chest. "Excuse me...FBI did you say?"

The taller one turned to her and she was taking back for just a minute how handsome he was. His face scrunched into a frown as he looked at her, then flicked his eyes over to his partner. "Yes? Can I help you?"

Jessica thrust out her hand and opened and closed it rapidly. "Let me see 'em. The badges." She could see the shorter one flinch just a minute as they both flipped open their badges. "And can I please ask what this is in regards to?"

"And you are?" The shorter one spoke up, his voice was low and husky.

"Lana is my friend. She has been through enough investigations and she is not up to anymore. Please, Agents," She hissed the word, she was beginning to think they weren't really who they said they were. "Please leave. Or I will have security escort you."

The shorter one laughed, but he looked nervously at the taller one. "We are FBI..."

"Listen." She stepped up a little closer to them, "My father worked for the FBI and this one," She hooked a thumb up to Jolly Green Giant, "Is not regulation. So, you wanna leave or am I gonna have security come and throw you out?"