I awoke in the comfort of my room. I gripped my hands tightly around my duvet, trying to make sure I was truly awake. It was still quite dark. I looked at my clock only to see that it was 2am. I dismissed my dream as nothing but fear. As long as I thought so, I wouldn't give in to the overwhelming sense of dread. I felt drained and weary all I wanted to do was sleep and never wake up, at least then I wouldn't have to worry about not living another day in a cold, dark world.

I curled under my duvet and listening to the uneven rate of my breathing. It took me a while to get back to sleep. It was blissful and undisturbed by dreams and fears. I opened my eyes to the blinding light of the morning sun but someone got in the way of light. As my vision cleared and my mind focused, I saw who it was and in pure terror practically jumped off the bed and onto the floor. I curled up in a ball on the floor, closing my eyes hoping that he would just go away or I was imaging it. The room was increasingly silent for a few moments; I was considering opening my eyes again when the sound of the floor creaking under footsteps caused me to tense my body. I felt scared and vulnerable lying there but I couldn't move out of fear. He slowly walked closer to me and stood over me for what seemed an eternity.

I felt myself being picked up and the same burning feeling I felt at his touch was accompanied by a soothing sensation. My muscles slowly relaxed without my permission. I felt soothed and calm. Everything came out of focus and I fell into the darkness as I was slipped into the bedcovers.

I awoke at 3pm and was astonished at how much I had slept. Memories of the previous nights seemed a hazy blur of emotions. I got out of my bed and began changing into normal clothes. As I putting on my jumper, I saw a burnt imprint of a hand around my wrist and suddenly I remembered the dream from the night and the incident of the morning. I pulled up my jumper to reveal similar hand print marks on my side where he touched me as he picked me up. I touched them curiously to find they stung upon my touch. I looked at the mark on my shoulder in the mirror and saw that from the main mark root lines seem to be branching out, spreading across my shoulder to my arm. It didn't look good. I covered it with my jumper so others couldn't see it.

I had to get out of the flat as he knows where I live and where I am. I needed to be somewhere where he couldn't find me even if it is for a little while. I began packing my bags. I put some of my clothes in a trolley suitcase with essentials; packed my laptop, iPod and eBook in my laptop case. I went over and collected my spell book and the Halliwell book of shadows as well as a bunch of other potions and ingredients and packed them in a duffel bag. I packed some food for the road and cleaned the rest of the flat. I looked around it before leaving, taking in my home before leaving again.

I booked a hotel a few hundred miles away and drove all the way there only stopping once to get coffee to keep me awake for the journey. I really disliked coffee but I would drink it forever if it meant I didn't sleep as now dreaming wasn't safe for me anymore. I drove on through the night arriving at the hotel at early morn.

After unpacking some of my stuff, I went for a walk around the surrounding area to clear my head. As I was walking back my cell phone rang, it was my 'employers' the FBI. They seemed rather calm considering the situation. They wanted to call a meeting not too far from where I was staying for the afternoon. I wondered how they could possibly come up for a solution for our current problem. I wondered what I could do to fill up the time till then. It was not like I could go demon hunting; everything had gone too quiet like the calm before the storm.

I knew I wasn't going to find the missing people and wondered if Sam and Dean had come up with any ideas. I returned to my room before trying to phone Sam and Dean. I couldn't get through to them, I tried orbing to them but I couldn't. I tried sensing for them but failed also. Somebody didn't want me to contact them. I felt weak and empty inside like a big part of me had disappeared.

I clutched the table as the room began to spin. I needed to rest but didn't want to give in and the fear of what I may see in the depth of my dreams kept me wanting to stay awake. I made a large pot of coffee and pour some into a cup with no milk and a lot of sugar. The bitter liquid revolted my tongue but instantly I felt more awake. I tried doing some research to see if there was any way I could remove the mark on my shoulder. I could find absolutely nothing that could help me in anyway and I couldn't ask anyone else for help as they were gone.

The silence of the room was soon disturbed by whispering from unknown sources, mainly of demonic origin. It had been so quiet for long that I had jumped when the silence was disturbed. I was shocked at the noise as I usually instinctively blocked out the voices I didn't want to hear but theirs' wouldn't leave. I couldn't hear what they were saying as I only caught snippets of the conversation. Their whisperings were driving me crazy and to block them out, I put my iPod and blasted the music through my ears at loud volumes. I was growing more frustrated and helpless as the hours went on.

Soon it was time to get ready to go to the meeting. I didn't see the point in even holding the meeting, there was nothing they could do. Something did not seem right, alarm bells were ringing about this meeting but that wasn't going to stop me from going to find out what was happening. I tried to leave the room but as soon as I touched the door I was shocked and fell to the floor. My whole body ached but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I tried orbing out but again nothing happened again. I tried opening the balcony doors but was met with a shock. I picked up the lamp and unplugged it from the socket and chucked it against the glass, in hopes it would smash. The lamp was stopped before it hit the glass by an invisible barrier, falling to the floor and breaking upon impact. I tried everything, potions, spells even trying to open the windows but I just couldn't get out. I sat on the chair and sighed with defeat.

I suddenly felt something trickle down my lip; I put my hand to lip and looked at the sticky liquid upon my fingers only to see I was bleeding. Suddenly I felt cold and the world around me darkened, taking me under.

In my state of unconscious, I had a vision of the innocent Castiel wanted to me to protect. I wasn't sure how I knew that it was him, I just was. He was sitting there seemingly waiting, holding a book within his hands. Then suddenly the earth began to shake. Smoke filled the room and demons burst in, grabbing him, they knocked him out and took him away. I stood and watched through the doorway in which the demons entered. After they had left, I saw the book on the floor and picked it up. I knew I had to be there. I had to save him no matter what. There must be a way to get there as otherwise I wouldn't have been given the vision.

Somewhere in the back of my mind a voice told me I shouldn't go and that it was a trap but I suppressed that thought. I woke up, still sitting in the chair, clasping the book from my vision and it was confirmed for me that I had to find him and protect him. It was beginning to get dark outside but I saw there was no time to waste so I got out my scrying crystal, using the book to locate him. I found out that he lived not too far from where my flat was.

I got my small bag and began filling it with vanquishing potions and transporting ones. I tried orbing to my car and was relieved when it worked. I searched for my athame as I wasn't going to take any chances in case I was too late. I couldn't find my crystals anywhere and I soon realised I left them in my flat. I really didn't want to return there as I was frightened of what I might see. I had to get those crystals though so it was a no brainer, I had to go. I tried orbing but that didn't work. I sighed as I went in my bag to get the transporting potion.

Something was blocking good presences and me from my home and I was wary about what I might face there. I checked no one was around to see, like there would be as I've seen less and less people as the days drag on. I threw the potion at my feet and wished to be at my home. I was prepared for a fight yet I knew there wasn't going to be one, things just seemed too easy.

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