I don't know what pain killers Dean had me on but to be honest I lost track of what day it was. I would wake only to have him already there with two more pills. Something inside screamed at me that something wasn't right. The next time I woke and he stood there with the glass of water I smiled slightly and took his offering. I popped the pills and drank the water, but didn't swallow the pills. He nodded and walked away. I curled a lip and spit the pills back out and shoved them in my pocket and looked around. Everything seemed to be in place and normal. I saw my phone on the end of the coffee table and reached for it. Well I did more of the 'how far can I reach without actually moving off the couch' but I got the phone. I slid back into place and unlocked my phone. Four missed calls and twelve texts? Something was really wrong. I glanced toward the kitchen and back at my phone before opening the messages and frowned. A mix of the unread messages was from Sam, Cas, and Robbie. But that doesn't mean that that Dean was the real one. Couldn't be.

I swallowed hard and looked back toward the kitchen and then looked closely at everything around me. Everything was so normal, what was going on? I lifted my pant leg and looked at the dog bite. The bandage around it was dark red and clearly wasn't changed or cared for. I cleared my throat and quickly texted Sam that I didn't know where I was or what was going on before putting my phone back where it was. I cleared my throat and the other Dean thing came through the kitchen frowning. "Something wrong Emily?" He asked. He sounded like Dean, looked like him. Hell he even smelled like Dean when he knelt in front of me. "No. I just need to stretch my legs before the meds kick in. Ya know?" I said innocently. He shook his head. "They should have already kicked in. Wouldn't want you passing out while standing now would we?" He said gently pushing me back into the couch. I didn't say anything and laid back and slowly closed my eyes. I felt that thing standing there for a little while but if there was one thing I was good at, it was acting dead, or asleep. Not much of a difference. Maybe it's something I'll be able to put on my next job application.

I don't know how much longer this little escapade went on but occasionally, though I tried not to, I did end up swallowing the pills. I just went through the motions of acting asleep and faking the pills all while running through the list of monsters that I had encountered in my past that could distort something to this extent. But no matter how long I laid there, however long that was, I couldn't come up with anything. There was only one thing I knew, and that was the fact that my leg still hadn't been tended to, and it hurt like a mother. If only I could stand and get to the door. Then what? I asked myself. Limp to the nearest whatever and tell them I had been kidnapped and had my mind twisted. Yeah, they'll buy that one.

There was one time that I was actually asleep when there was a loud bang and some shouting. It actually scared me awake and I sat upright as silence fell again. I almost thought that it was a dream but then I heard something outside the door. I looked around wildly but couldn't find anything to defend myself with. Just a pillow and I was in no mood for a pillow fight. The door slowly opened and I had never been happier to see Sam poke his head around the corner. As soon as he saw me relief washed over him and he stepped through the door followed by, Robbie? Well okay then. Sam kneeled in front of me and took my face in his hands. "Oh God, it really is you." He whispered before pulling me in a hug. It caught me off guard to be honest, totally unlike Sam, which put me on edge. "Do you know how long we looked for you?" He asked. "I can literally say I haven't the slightest clue but can we get out of here?" I asked raising an eyebrow. "Yeah." He looked around. "Once I figure out what is going on. Robbie. Get her back to the car." He said glancing back at Robbie, who looked slightly terrified. "Wait. Where's Dean?" I asked looking back at Sam. "With Cas looking for you." He said slowly walking toward the kitchen where there was muffled noise coming from.

I turned back to Robbie and offer my hand wanting the gun he held. He gladly gave it over and helped me stand. "Sam." I said and he turned back to look at me. "Be careful. Whatever that thing is, it's not Dean." I said quietly. He nodded before walking through the threshold. I let Robbie lead me towards the door and we stepped into dark woods where the moon shone lightly through the trees. I heard the soft click behind me and looked over my shoulder to see an old run down shack. I shuddered at the thought of what I saw on the inside before letting Robin lead me away.

It took some time to get back to the car that happened to be Robbie's lifted Jeep. We talked little along the way and he helped me into the Jeep and I looked around. "So, how long was I, uh, gone?" I ask glancing over. "About five days." Robbie said after a moment. I looked over and blinked in surprise, I guess it felt longer than that. "So how long till they realized I was gone?" I asked looking out the window but just seeing my own disheveled reflection. God I looked horrible. "From what I know right away. You never showed up at the Impala so they looked for you but couldn't find you. When you sent that text they used the tracking thing to find it." He said and I nodded slowly and jumped and gasped when Sam opened the door where I sat. "Whoa, easy. It's all over. I'll call Dean." He said and got into the back of the Jeep as Robbie started it. "Okay." I whispered watching the lights cut through the darkness lighting the old road. All I wanted was to get home and lay on our couch. The real couch. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, but this time when I drifted asleep it was to the comfort of my brother talking in the backseat and knowing that I was safe.