That night Kayla was alerted out of her sleep when violent images interrupted her own dreams. She opened her eyes and heard Sam mumbling quietly in the bed next to her. It wasn't unusual for him to have nightmares. He jerked suddenly and her head was filled with images of Dean getting torn apart by an unseen attacker, she could only assume it was his memory of the night his contract came up.

Sam was projecting without even knowing it, and unlucky for her he was getting better at it. It was only a matter of time before she'd have a full length feature film of Dean's death in her head. Not wanting to see anymore, she got up touched his shoulder.

"Stop!" Sam yelled out, it wasn't directed at her.

"Sam," she spoke quietly. "Sam wake up." He shifted slightly but didn't wake, Kayla sat beside him and touched his face.

He opened his eyes and saw her, pausing a moment to focus on what was going on. "Did I wake you up?"

"It's ok, you were having a nightmare."

He nodded and wiped his eyes. "Sorry." He was already drifting back to sleep.

She didn't want to see anymore. It seemed like almost every night she got some sort of image, some sort of memory from him about Dean's death. Kayla pulled the comforter back and crawled into the bed. Sam, being half asleep, moved over without questioning. As he drifted back into slumber she rested her head against his shoulder; he didn't have another nightmare that night.