Chapter Six
When Dreams Become Reality
By April3604 & Addicted To Ackles


When the four got to the hospital, the walked in and found Bobby's room. They went in and Bobby was lying in a bed. It wasn't long before a doctor walked in to talk to them.

"So, what's the diagnosis?" Sam asked the doctor.

"We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy."

"Except that he's comatose." Dean said.

"Mr. Sniderson, you're his emergency contact. Anything we should know? Any illnesses?"

"No, he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch cold."

"Doctor, is there anything you can do?" Candy asked.

"Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it... so we don't know how to treat it. He just... went to sleep, and didn't wake up."

They all shared a look and then they look over at Bobby. They had to figure out what was going on with him.

They all left the hospital to got over to Bobby's motel room to see what they could find. They walked around the room to see what they could find "So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?" Sam asked as he continued to look around the room. "I mean, he must have been working a job, right?"

"That's what he told us before he left. He just didn't say what." said Candy.

"Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know?" Dean said. Sam opened a drawer, but it's empty. Dean does the same, and they too are empty. The room looks completely clean. "Research, news clippings or a frigging pizza box or a beer can." said Dean as he walks away from the dressers.

Sam walks over to the closet and turns on the light and Dean turns around to him. "How about this?" He asked and moves the clothes out of the way and on the wall behind them hangs all of the news clippings, maps and pictures they were looking for. There's pictures of roots, mushrooms, seeds and a map where Bobby has written "Pittsburgh" in big letters and underlined it, there are post-its with addresses and numbers. There's a piece of paper about a plant.

Dean chuckles, "Good old Bobby, always covering up his tracks."

"You make heads or tails of any of this?" Lys takes one of the papers about a plant and read the title of it. "Silene capensis, which of course means absolutely nothing to me."

"Look there is an obit." Candy points out and she takes the newspaper clipping and read from it as she skims over it. "Dr. Walter Gregg, 64, university neurologist."

"How'd he bit it?" asked Dean.

"Um.. Actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up." Dean takes the clipping from her to read it himself. "You think I can't read Dean?" she says and he looks at her.

"You said it not me," he said and hand shows the paper to Sam. "That sound familiar to you?"

"So let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something."

"That started hunting him," Lys said and Sam looked at her.

"What can I say, I know my stuff," she said and winked at him as she smacked his ass.

"Guys! Can we get back to the issue here please?" Candy asked and Lys rolled her eyes.

"Alright, you girls stay here. See if you can make heads or tails of this," Dean said and Candy looked at him.

"No way! You stay here."

"Me and Lys will stay here," Sam said and Lys looked at him.

"Are you trying to get me alone Sammy?"

"Whatever you say pumpkin."

"You guys are making me sick you know that right?" Candy said.

"Hey serves you right for all I have had to see," Lys said

"Alright so I will go with Dean," Candy said and turned to him. "Where are we going?"

"To Look into the good doctor myself," Dean said and they walked out the door."

Dean and Candy walked out of the motel room and headed for their cars.

"This is ridiculous why are we taking two cars?" asked Candy putting her hands on his hips.

"Then get in," said Dean opening the driver side door of the Impala.

"No, I'm driving, you get in."

Dean closed the door and leaned on the car. "Candace, get in the car…now."

"Dean, honey, using that tone of voice on me is only going to have you sleeping on the couch tonight."

He glared at her. "Candace we don't have time for these games. Just get in the damn car!"

"No, you get into mine."

"I'll flip you to see who drives then." He took out a coin and she shook her head putting her hand over his grinning at him.

"I don't trust your coins." She took out a coin from her back pocket and he rolled his eyes. She flipped it in the air and called out, "Heads."

She opened her palm and there stood heads. She grinned and winked at him. "You have shot gun baby." She turned around and headed for her car. He let out a deep breath and followed her to her car and couldn't help but stare at her ass.

The two of them got in and as Candy pulled out of the parking lot she threw the coin on Dean's lap. He eyed her before he picked it up and noticed it was a double headed coin. He smirked and looked at her.

"That's playing dirty, baby," he said and threw the coin back at her.

She smiled glancing at him. "Oh, I always play dirty."

He chuckled. "I know from experience." He licked his lips looking at her one more time and couldn't help but think how sexy she looked driving the car. A hot blond driving an old classic car, it was definitely turning his gears. As long as she stayed quiet and didn't bitch at him it may just be a nice ride.

Dean stood in the shadows hearing Candy scream for help from the Satanist. He peeked around seeing her hands tied above her head and the three Satanists surrounding her about to stab her in the heart. They had Candy wearing a red satin nighty that stopped right before the middle of her thighs.

"Someone help me!" she screamed.

Dean shifted the Fedora on his head and grabbed his gun and after checking his ammo turned the corner and shot the one with the knife and he fell to the floor.

The other two Satanists turned to Dean and Candy looked at him wide eyed. "Dean!"

"I'll be there in two seconds, sweetheart."

The two Satanists pulled out knives and started in towards Dean. He looked at them and then looked at Candy. "Let's make it ten."

She bit her lip watching Dean go after the Satanist. And like he said in ten seconds the Satanist were dead and he walked up to her.

"Wow," she said staring at him with wide eyes of adoration. He smirked at her. He took a knife out and cut the rope that held her hands up but her hands were still tied together.

"You saved my life. I should repay you somehow."

"No need it's all in a day's work." He untied her hands and when they were loose she put her hands on his chest.

"But I should thank you." She kissed his lips lightly.

"Oh, you don't have too," he said as she licked her lips and made her way down to his jeans. And he watched as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. "Oh alright."

He closed his eyes when he felt her lips on him and he let out a small moan when her tongue licked the underside of him and then added pressure with her hands.

"Dean?"

She came back up and kissed him hard on the lips. "I want to thank you in any way possible." She pushed him back and he fell onto a bed. She ripped his shirt open and tore her nighty off. He sat up kissing down her neck and cupping her breast.

"Oh…Dean…" "Dean…hello?" "Oh God, Dean!" "Dean!" "Dean! Right there!" "Dean…Dean!"

Dean woke up quickly and cleared his dry throat. He moved and looked over to see Candy staring at him.

"What?"

"You were making happy noises in your sleep…what were you dreaming of?"

"Uh, nothing…" He looked out the windshield. "Good were here." He wiped the slobber from his chin and got out of the car. She got out looking at him strangely but shook it off.

Dean and Candy grabbed some badges and walked into the apartment building, "Alright Candy just let me do the talking."

"What? You will end up saying something stupid and blow our cover."

"I have been doing this a lot longer than you."

"Oh whatever Dean. I think if anyone is going to get him to talk it's going to be me."

"What are you going to do sleep with the guy? I assume that's how you get your information."

"Fuck you Dean. You're just jealous that I can do that and you can't."

"Keep telling yourself that sweetheart."

They reached Jeremy's door and knocked and he opened it enough to see who it was.

Dean and Candy held up their badge, which states they are detective for Pittsburgh police department. Jeremy moves away from the door so they can come in.

"Look, I don't know what the RA said, but, ah, I was growing ferns."

Dean scoffs, "Take it easy, Phish, that's not why we are here."

"Really?" Dean turns around to him. He's got a file in his hands. "Oh, thank God. Okay. "

"We wanna talk to you about Dr. Gregg's sleep study."

"Yeah. Dr. Gregg just died, right?"

"You were one of his test subjects, right?" Candy asked and Jeremy licked his lips.

"I am whatever you want me to be," he said and Dean gags a little.

"Just answer the question."

"Yeah." Jeremy opens his fridge and took out three beers. He holds them up a bit, motioning as a question. "Unless you're on duty or whatever?"

Dean looks at Candy for a second, and then they decided to go for the beers. "I guess we can make an exception. I am her supervisor," Dean said and smiled at Candy.

Dean takes the bottle and Jeremy grabs the bottle opener. He opens his bottle as Dean and Candy opens theirs. They hold up their beers to each other and then takes a swig. Dean closes his eyes as he takes in the beer, enjoying the taste. He gives a small smile before continuing with the interview. "Now, Dr. Gregg was testing treatments for a, uh, "Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome"? Which means...?"

"Um.. I, uh.. I can't dream. I had this bike accident when I was a kid and banged my head pretty good and I haven't had a dream since. Till the study. You know. Sort of."

"What'd the doc give you?"

"It's this yellow tea. It.. it smelled awful, tasted worse."

"What did it do?"

"Just passed right out. And uh, I had the most vivid, super-intense dream. Like a bad acid trip, you know?"

Dean forgets he's in character for a second, "Totally." he said and Candy gave him an I told you so look "I mean, no."

"That was it. I dropped out of the study right after that. I didn't... like it. To tell you the truth... it kind of scared me."

"Ok Jeremy thank for your time" Candy said and as they were about walk out the door he grabbed her by the arm.

"You know, you can always come by for a personal interview when you get off."

"Good God," Dean said and walked out and Cady just pulled her arm away from him.

"Thanks but I think I am going to have to pass junior." she said and they walked out the door and headed to the hospital.


When they got back to the hospital, Dean was sitting in a chair just looking at Bobby while the other three were standing around his bed. Sam pulled out a file and Dean looks over at him, "What do you got?" he says and get up to walk over to Sam.

"Well considering what you guys found out, Bobby's wall is starting to make more sense."

"How so?"

Sam pulls out a picture of a plant, "African Dream Root. It has been used by shaman and medicine men for centuries."

"Let me guess, they dose up, bust out didgeridoos and start kicking around the hacky," Dean said and Candy just rolled her eyes.

"Not quite. If you believe the legend, it's used for dream walking. I mean you can enter another person's dreams."

"I take it we believe the legend?" Dean asked and they all shared a look.

"When don't we but dream walking is just the tip of the iceberg."

"What do you mean?" Candy asked.

"This dream root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it you can become a regular Freddy Krueger. You can turn bad dreams good and good dream bad."

"Are you telling me they are killing people in their sleep?" she asked him.

"Yeah."

Lys looked at Bobby, "Well if they came after him then why is he still alive?"

"I don't know."

"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?" Dean asked

"It could be anyone."

"Anyone who knew the doctor and could get their hands on his dream shrooms?"

"Maybe it was one of his test subject," Lys said.

Sam just looks over at Dean, "You know we normally would be calling Bobby for help right now."

Dean looked between the three and something clicked, "You're right so why don't we talk to him?"

"Dean I think the conversation might be one sided," Candy said and he glared at her.

"Would you shut up and let me finish. It won't be if we are tripping on dream root."

"Dean that's just crazy. You want to dream walk in Bobby's head?"

"Hey I have done crazier things and so have you," he said and looked at her.

"Ok but where are we going to get dream root?" asked Lys

Candy smiled and they looked at her, "Bela," she said and the guys knew this was trouble.

They all drove back to the motel to wait on Bella to show up. Dean still wasn't to sure about having her help them after all the trouble she causes. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door and Dean got up and opened it, "Bela. As I live and breathe."

"You called me. Remember?" She said and looked over at Candy and Lys, "nice to see you again girls. So glad we can put the nasty little mishap with the foot behind us." Lys was about to lunge at Bella when Candy stopped her. " I brought you your African Dream Root." She handed over a jar of it to Dean. "Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by."

"Why are you helping us anyways?" Dean asked.

"What? I can't do you a little favor every now and again?"

"No, you can't. Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach them."

"Candace said this was for Bobby Singer, right? Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you."

"Bobby? Why?"

"He saved my life once In Flagstaff."Dean threw a look at Candy she just shrugs. Dean looks back at Bella still not responding to her statement. "I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?"

"Maybe."

"So when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?"

"Oh, you're not going anywhere. I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense."

Dean walks over to the closet. He turns on the lights and opens up the safe, where the Colt is, and he puts in the jar of Dream Root with it as Bela watches.

"None taken."

"Alright Bella not that I don't love having you here but time to go," Candy says pushing her to the door.

"Where am I going to go?"

"Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn," Candy said and smirked at her.

"You are a real bitch you know that?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere with me now see ya," Candy said and pushed her out the door and slammed it. "Alight so you guys ready?"

"What are you to going to do?" Dean asked her.

"We are going back to the hospital to see if it works," Candy said and her and Lys grabbed their coats. Lys walked over to Sam and whispered into his ear.

"Maybe when this is over, you can dream walk in my head and see all the things I want to do to you," she said and Sam looked at her and licked his lips.

"I will hold you to that" he said

"Lys! Come on!" Candy yelled and they went out the door.

Sam walks over to the beds with two cups of the liquid containing the Dream Root. Dean was sitting on the bed, waiting for him. As Sam came over, he hands Dean one of the cups and then sat down on the other bed.

"Uh, should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" Dean said with a smirk and Sam was a little confused.

"Why?"

"What did you do during college?"

Sam looks at him with his usual "huh" reaction to such questions. Dean went to drink the liquid but was stopped by Sam, "Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this." Dean puts down the cup and looks over at him as he pulls out a little brown envelope from his shirt pocket. He pulls something out and as Dean reaches out his hand, he puts it in it.

"What the hell is that?"

"Bobby's hair."

"We have to drink Bobby's hair?"

"That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta drink some of their uh... Some of their body."

"Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body."

They put it in and Sam exhales, getting ready to drink what seems to be a very disgusting drink. They both raise their cups a bit.

"Bottoms up." Dean said and the proceeded to drink it up.


Candy and Lys were both sitting beside Bobby and he was still sleeping, "Do you think this is really going to work?" Lys asked.

"I hope so. If it doesn't well then I am out of ideas. This is a first for me."

"Yeah. I just hope he wake us soon."

"Me too" Candy said and smiled to herself. "I feel sorry for Bobby right now."

"Why is that?"

"How would you like it if Sam and Dean were in your head?"

"Good point."

Candy shuttered and looked at her sister, "I feel dirty just thinking about it"

Lys started to laugh just as Bobby sat up in his bed." Bobby?" she said and they got up and went over to him. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah I...I think so." Bobby said and they both wondered if Sam and Dean got out as well.

Bobby is sitting in bed, looking over the papers from the investigation. Dean is sitting on the bed next to him. "Hey, Bobby. That, uh... That stuff, all that stuff with your wife...That actually happen?"

"Everybody got into hunting somehow." Bobby said and Dean had a sad look on his face. Candy knew by the look that something bad must have happened.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead."

"So, uh, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now." Sam said

"He ain't much of a stoner. His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' some, considering his dad took a baseball bat to head. He died before Jeremy was 10. The Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand, he hasn't dreamt since."

"Till he started dosing the dream drug" Dean said..

"Yep."

"How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?"

"He was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there."

"Yeah. How'd he get in there in the first place? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA or something?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest frigging thing."

Dean and Candy looked at each other, realizing they had done the same thing. "Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb," he said and they both gave a nervous laugh.

Sam, Lys and Bobby looked at him with this comment. "You guys didn't."

"We got thirsty," Candy said

"That's great, now he can come after either one of you."

"Well, now we just have to find him first," Dean said

"We better work fast and coffee up. Because one thing we cannot do is fall asleep." Bobby said.


Dean and Candy just pulled out of the strip clubs parking lot. Yet another dead end not being able to find Jeremy.

"You only want to go in there to see the damn sluts," mumbled Candy.

"What?" asked Dean glancing at her.

"You heard me, Winchester." She glared at him. "You only wanted a sneak peak of the white trash of this town. You haven't changed one bit."

"Excuse me? Who was flirting with the bar tender in the club?"

"For information, I wasn't letting him grind all over me!"

"She was giving me information to, sweetheart and she wasn't grinding!"

"Oh I bet she was giving you information!"

Dean just shook his head glancing at Candy seeing how tired she was and knew some of the anger she had in her was coming out because of how tired she was. They have been drinking coffee nonstop and haven't gotten a wink of sleep.

"That's it," he said and pulled down a road and stopped as he got close the edge of the woods and parked the car.

"What are you doing?" asked Candy.

"I'm giving up. He wins, I need sleep."

"We all need sleep. You can't just give up like that!"

"Watch me!" The two glared at each other and Candy grabbed hold of his jacket and they were inches from each other.

"I can think of a way for us to stay awake…I'll…I'll have sex with you. Don't tell me you are going to turn that down!"

Dean smirked. "Trust me; I would take that opportunity in a heartbeat but not right now. I can barely move to give you any pleasure."

She whined not wanting to give up and she put her head on Dean's shoulder letting go of his jacket. "I don't want to fall asleep…but it's so hard. He'll come and get us…I don't want to be in my head alone with him."

Dean sighed and ran his hand through his hair as an idea popped in his head. He knew she would kill him but he grabbed a piece of hair and pulled it out of her head.

"Ouch! Dean what the fuck?" She yelled leaning up from his shoulder and punching his arm.

"You won't be alone." He grabbed the bag from the back and grabbed two cups and pulled his own hair out. He made the dream juice and put one of Candy's hair in one and his in the other.

"You're letting me run around in that head of yours?" she asked taking the cup from him.

"No I'm gonna be running around in yours." He smiled at her as he downed the contents.

"This is so going to end badly isn't it?" She downed hers and closed her eyes. She felt sleep already taking her over and fell over into his lap.

He groaned shifting her on his lap so she was more comfortable and leaned his head back as he caressed her cheek with his thumb. He closed his eyes and waited for sleep to take over and it didn't take long.

Candy opened her eyes hearing birds chirping and found herself sleeping on a couch in a small apartment. She sat up and Dean was laying on the other side. She shook him.

"Dean, Dean wake up," she said and he jumped up and looked around them.

"Uh, where are we?"

She shrugged. "I don't know."

They heard a door opening and they turned around to see Candy walking through. She looked at Dean and smiled. "Hey, baby."

Dean got up from the couch and looked between the real Candy and the dream Candy. The real Candy was looking at Dean shocked that he was dreaming this.

Dean looked at the real Candy. "I, uh, I've never dreamed of this before." His eyes were wide and he looked at dream Candy.

She was smiling at him. "How was your day? I'm gonna make steak for dinner, is that ok?" Dream Candy walked by him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Sam called earlier today, he said to call him back." She walked into another room and Dean looked at the real Candy who was still sitting on the couch shocked at what she was seeing.

Dream Candy came back into the living and grabbed Dean's hands. "I want to thank you for the chocolates today." She kissed his lips lightly. "They made my day but you always know how to make my day. That's why I love you." She ran a hand through his hair and kissed him once more before turning around and walking back to the kitchen.

Candy sat there watching the scene play out in front of her. This can't be happening. She must be seeing this. Dean turned back to her and the room began to shake.

"What's going on?" asked Candy standing up. The two of them looked around the room and held onto the couch for support. "Dean?" He looked at her worried face and reached over to grab her hand and she did the same, their fingers were barely touching and everything went black.

Candy found herself standing inside a familiar warehouse. She frowned and felt tears prickling her eyes. "Oh no."

She turned around and saw her sister and father lying on the ground. "Not again…" She sniffed and fell to her knees. "Please, no…please don't do this to me."

"You did this, Candy." Candy looked up from her hands and saw Lys standing there.

"No, no I didn't mean to, Lys. I'm sorry."

"You killed me and dad! You let Lilith kill us!" She punched Candy in the face and Candy fell back and quickly stood up.

"Then you did the stupid thing and sold your soul for me! Did you ever think what that would do to me in the end when I find you lying on the ground ripped apart by Hell Hounds? And knowing that you are in Hell because of me!"

"I'm sorry, Lys! I really am!"

"No you're not! You did this! All of this is your fault!"


Sam and Lys tried to call Dean and Candy over the next hour and they were getting no answer from either cell phone, "Sam we have to do something."

"What are we going to do?" Sam asked and Lys went over and brought over two cups.

"Were going in Sam."

"What? Are you crazy?"

"We don't have a choice. We can get in there and find Jeremy before he kills them."

"Fine" Sam said and they both sat on the bed and drank the root. It wasn't long before they were both out and standing in the woods. "Where are we?"

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Sam." Lys said and they started to walk around. "Where could they be?"

"I don't know but we need to find Jeremy first."

"Aw I am touch you guys are looking for me." Sam and Lys turned around and saw Jeremy standing behind them.

"Where are they?" Lys asked.

"They are safe....for now."

"You're a psycho."

"You're wrong."

"Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Gregg," Sam said.

"The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away but I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it."

"So you killed him?"

"I can dream again. You know what that's like, not being able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for 15 years."

"And let me guess. That makes you go crazy?" Sam said and started to back away as Jeremy got closer. Sam pulled Lys behind him.

"I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream."

"Sorry. Can't do that."

"That's the wrong answer." Sam and Lys are suddenly pulled flat against the ground. "I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time. But you guys, you're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you." Sam looks up at him and Jeremy is now standing over them with a bat hovering above Sam's chest. "You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here. "

"Because of the Dream Root." Lys said

"That's right."

"Yeah? Well, you're forgetting something."

"What's that?"

"We took the Dream Root too." she smiles.

"Jeremy!" As Jeremy turns around, he sees his father Henry, standing at the edge of the woods. "Jeremy! "

"No. No." Henry begins walking towards him. "Dad?"

"You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy."

Suddenly Sam and Lys are free and Sam hits Jeremy across his face with the bat knocking him out. "Nice work Sammy," Lys said and they closed their eyes and woke up next to each other in the motel room.

Both Candy and Dean woke up with a start and she sat up from his lap. The both were quiet about what they had just seen. Dean looked over at Candy and saw that her lip was busted open.

"What happened?" he asked and touched her bottom lip with his thumb.

She winced in pain as he touched the cut on her lip and remembered her sister's dead corpse yelling at her. She grimaced. "Nothing…I must have hit my face on something when the room was shaking."

He nodded taking his hand away and started the car up. "Let's get back to the motel."

The two walked down the hallway and heard shouting coming from their rooms. "What now?" asked Dean feeling even more frustrated and tired.

The two ran down the hallway and saw Sam, Lys and Bobby.

"What's going on?" asked Candy.

"Bela took the Colt," said Sam.

"What?" yelled Dean and Candy just stood in the doorway feeling as if she was about to pass out. Dean walked over to the safe and saw it empty. He turned back around and looked from Lys, to Sam, to Bobby then right at Candy who was holding on the doorframe.

"Cand-"

"I'm going for a walk…" She backed up slowly and Lys looked at her worried.

"Candy, do you-" She started to walk towards her and Candy shook her head.

"I'll be back." They watched as Candy walked out of their sight. Lys looked at the men and grimaced.

"She just wants to get the demon back that killed our father. She doesn't blame you guys. She just wants revenge."

Sam nodded as he rubbed her back softly and they sat on the bed. Dean and Bobby were the only ones that knew the truth why Candy was upset and he felt like his whole world just crumbled on him. The Colt was gone and there was no way of killing that demon Lilith.

After Bobby left the others waited for Candy to come back so they could find Bela but she never came back. They waited an hour and it started to pour outside. Lightning struck making Lys jump and tare her gaze from the TV.

"She's been gone too long," said Dean grabbing his keys. "I'll be back." Sam and Lys watched as he walked out to find Candy.

He got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He looked out both windows looking for her. He didn't know where to start. She he just kept driving looking for anyone that looked like Candy. He was on the road for fifteen minutes when he saw her.

Her black jacket and the hood pulled over her face, her dark jeans looking darker from the rain and she was holding herself as she continued to walk down the sidewalk.

Dean turned around and pulled up to her. He rolled down the window. "Candace, come on you're gonna get sick. Get in." She didn't answer him and he continued to drive slowly next to her looking at her. "Candy, come on, Lys is worried sick about you." She didn't look at him and he rolled the window up putting the car in park. "Shit." He got out of the car and ran in front of her making her stop.

"Come on, Candy…" He stopped seeing the look on her face and he could tell she had been crying.

"It's over Dean," she said shaking her head her eyes were red and her cheeks were pink from the cold rain and her crying. "I'm dead." She fell to her knees and Dean kneeled down in front of her taking her cheeks in his hands.

"No, no you're not. You're not going to die," he said shaking his head. "I'm not going to let you. I'm going to do everything I can to save you, Candace! You're not going to die, we will find a way…I will find away."

"You can't do that Dean…save yourself and just…just go." She looked down at the ground but Dean made her look at him.

"No…I'm not leaving you again. I'm gonna save you Candy even if it's the last thing I do."

She let out a sob tears and rain flowing down her face. "I don't want to die, Dean." She wrapped her arms around him and he wrapped his around her holding her tight.

"I won't let you. I'm not gonna let you die." His one hand was on the back of her neck while his other was on her lower back holding her as close as possible as she cried into him.