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Cas sits across from me, the smell of freshly made coffee filling my nose. He's smiling and laughing lightly at what I just said, though I can't really remember what it was.

"That reminds me of another prophecy of you," he says but pales as soon as he says it.

Hang on… this is familiar… but, I don't know from where…

I jolt awake from the weird dream. No. That wasn't a dream. That was a memory, a memory I don't remember.

I sit up gasp from the painful throbbing in my head. It's like that memory was blocked and I wasn't meant to see it, remember it. I need to ask the only person who knows about this. The only person who was in that memory with me. Castiel.

But, I'll focus on that later, when I can actually focus on stuff. Right now my head is fuzzy and my heart is aching. I miss Charlie. A lot.

I look around to see Dean pulling the Impala into a motel, I look at Dean, who is pale and looks exhausted. I don't care about anything Dean has done in the past, we all lost someone last night, and we're all hurting right now. He doesn't need to be around someone who can't forgive him.

He parks the Impala and Sam gets out to get us a room, while Dean and I stay in the car, silent. I look at Dean, who is gripping the steering wheel, clenching his jaw while staring out the window.

I touch his shoulder. "Dean?" He looks at me. What should I say? I can't tell him it's okay, because it's not. "Just so you know, I don't hate you." He bows his head and nods. "Thought you should know, since everything else has gone to hell."

Sam taps the window and opens the door. "We've got room 13, I'm gonna go and check it out." Dean nods and Sam walks down the footpath, walking past all the doors and silence has fallen over Dean and I again.

"I appreciate it," Dean says. "But, I deserve you hating me. I meant it, when I said I shouldn't have said those things."

I shrug and open the door with a smirk. "Dude," I say getting out and leaning into the car to see Dean looking at me. "No chick-flick moments." A small smile plays on his lips and I close the door and walk in the direction of room 13. Little did I know, Dean was chuckling slightly at my words even though we are all mourning.

I walk in to the room to find two double beds, a couch, a small kitchen with a table against the wall and a door leading to what must be the bathroom. I collapse onto the couch and switching the TV on.

A few minutes later Dean walks in. "Okay," Sam says. "What should we do now?"

Dean sighs and sits at the table where Sam is sitting. "Shut up, Sammy," Dean sighs. "We lost friends last night, can we deal with that, maybe sleep for a bit?"

Sam nods and stands up. "Sure, I'm going to have a shower. You guys sort out who sleeps where," Sam says and walks into the bathroom. I sigh and drop my head into my hands. Why did the demons attack last night? And why did they know mine and Dean's names?

"You and Sam can have the beds, I'll take the couch," Dean says and walks over to where I am sitting. "You look tired, go catch a couple of z's, okay?" I look at Dean as he falls down onto the couch. I silently nod and walk over to one of the beds. I collapse onto it and curl up under the covers.

I don't sleep, since the realization, that I am pretty much alone now, hits me like a tonne of bricks. At least I still have Sam, so I'm not totally alone. I throw the covers off of me, starting to suffocate underneath and look at the clock hung up on the wall. 12:30 pm. I've been zoned out for a few hours.

I look around and see Sam snoring in the bed next to mine, and Dean is lying on the couch, with an arm behind his head, staring at his phone. I get up and walk over to him. "Nothing's going to happen if you keep watching it," I say, Dean's eyes flick up to mine, he looks somewhat bored. He huffs and stands up, walking to the door. "Where are you going?" I ask him.

"I need a drink," he says and walks out. That can't be good, what if he's going to a bar? What if her gets in trouble? I can't bear to think that I might lose another person that I may or may-not like.

I go over to the sleeping Sam. "Sammy," I say shaking him awake. He snorts and looks up at me. "Sam, Dean said he's gone to get a drink, do you think he's gone to a bar?"

He sits up and stretches. "Probably, don't worry, he'll be back soon. He normally sneaks out of school for a drink." I look at him in confusion.

"Really?" I ask him in surprise. I would never have thought that Dean would sneak out at night and go to a bar. "Why?"

"He hasn't gotten over Mum's death I guess, he took it pretty hard," Sam says rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "But, yeah, don't worry about him, he'll be back later, you should get some sleep too. We're all running on fumes. Get some rest."

I silently nod and walk over to the other bed and curl up, I doubt sleep will actually come, but I guess it doesn't hurt to try, eh? I get lost in my thoughts again and I begin to cry. Sobbing as quietly as I can because I don't want Sam to hear me.

What I don't hear is the door to the motel room clicking shut. Suddenly the mattress underneath me shifts and Dean's arms go around me. I tense up, not used to this type of affection. Especially from Dean. "There's no point in crying," Dean says lightly. "But, I guess it makes you feel better, yeah?"

I shake my head, and let Dean comfort me by stroking my back. "No. It makes me feel like crap. I am only crying because I don't know how else to express my emotions. I've never felt a loss like this before."

He looks at me, his green eyes shining. Since when did we get this close? Two days ago we were at each others throats and now? I'm curled against him, letting him comfort me.

"Do you want to know how I handled my mother's death?" he asks and I just nod. "By punching and breaking things, it—it made me feel alive I guess. I also yelled at inanimate objects, I couldn't really yell at my brother, and Dad, well, he terrified me, so…"

I smile slightly at that and my eyes start to get heavy. "I'm suddenly really tired, Dean," I mumble, and I can feel his chest move when he chuckles. "I'm going to sleep now, Dean. You should too."

"I'll try Baby Girl," he says. "I'll try." I simply nod against his chest and I fall asleep.

As I sleep a whisper goes through my head. A name, repeated over and over and over. Zadkiel.

Zadkiel. Zadkiel. Zadkiel. Zadkiel. Zadkiel.

Who is this Zadkiel?

I jolt awake to see Dean sitting at the table, his phone sitting in front of him, while Sam is sitting on the couch staring at the TV screen, even though it is switched off.

I stand up and walk over to Dean and collapse into the chair opposite him. "What's up?" I mumble, still half asleep. Dean sighs and shrugs at my question.

"Dad said he would call today," Dean says staring at the phone, I look at him in surprise. "That's right, Ty, you slept all day yesterday and all night. You must've been exhausted."

I drop my head onto the table. "What time is it?"

"Ten in the morning, how'd you sleep?"

"Meeehhhhh," I say and Dean cracks a small smile. "Like I ran a hundred miles."

That's when Dean's phone rings and he immediately answers, getting my attention, I flick my head up and Sam spins around to look at his brother. "Yes?" Dean says and stands in the centre of the room. "Bobby? What the hell happened? Where's Dad?" Dean stops talking and listens to the reply. "Okay, yep," he walks back over to the table. "Ty," he says. "Do you have a pen?" I shake my head. "Sammy? Pen?"

Sam shrugs. "Check the drawers," he suggests. I stand up and check the drawers for Dean and thankfully I find one. I hand it to him and he takes it gratefully.

He slides his jacket up and starts writing something down on his arm. "Uh-huh, Sioux Falls," he says. "Right, three days. I can do that. Now, Bobby, Dad?" Dean pales and looks away from Sam and I. "Okay. We'll see you then. Bye." Dean hangs up and his hands grip tightens around the phone and with a quick swift movement he throws the phone across the room, hitting the back wall with a loud thump. I flinch and Dean swears as he swings the door open and slams it shut as he walks out.

"I'll go check up on him, and see what Bobby told him," Sam says and gets up, walking out too, while I sit at the table alone. I hear yelling outside, and I know that it is Sam and Dean. I stand up and walk outside to see them, grief stricken and looking like they're ready to punch each other.

"What happened?" I ask stepping in between the two brothers. "Please, tell me." Dean glares at me while Sam looks away.

"Dad was killed," Sam says and tears prickle my eyes. I shake my head in disbelief. "A demon got him, the one that was running after him."

"Why?" I whisper, a single tear rolling down my cheek. "Why did this happen?" Dean shakes his head.

"I don't know," Dean says. "But, Bobby said he has an idea, we've gotta go meet up with him at his house in Sioux Falls, he'll be expecting us in three days, so, I say, we grab some food, clean clothes, get some weapons and head there."

I nod and follow Dean and Sam to the Impala. "Okay, I am starving," I say, hiding my true emotions about this. If Cas was there to help, maybe less people could have died. I feel anger towards my brother, he could have saved John, he could have saved Charlie.

We get breakfast at the diner here and then Dean gives me some money to get some clothes, Sam also comes with me to get clothes for him and Dean. I just buy two pairs of jeans, two plain t-shirts, a blue one and a green one. I also get a nice grey cotton jacket to keep me warm. After I get the clothes we meet up with Dean outside the diner.

"Did you get everything you need?" Dean asks.

"No, I need to get some things from the pharmacy, then I'll have everything," I say, he looks at me in confusion while realization sets on Sam's face. "It's some personal stuff."

Sam nods. "Do you need any more money?" he asks and I shake my head.

"I have enough, thanks," I say. "I'll meet you guys back at the motel room, okay?" Dean shakes his head. "What? Where should I meet you then?"

"You shouldn't go off alone, I'll go with you, Sammy, we'll meet you at the motel," Dean says and starts to walk off. "Thyme, let's go!" I sigh and follow Dean to the pharmacy. I fall into step with him and he looks at me curiously. "What do you need at the pharmacy?"

"Personal stuff," I say, he scoffs. "Why do you even want to know?" He just shrugs and opens the door to the pharmacy and walks in, me behind him.

"Do you need any help to find it?" he asks. I just roll my eyes at him.

"Wait here Winchester, I'll be back in a minute," I say and walk to the women's hygiene section. I grab what I need and purchase it, then go over to where Dean is waiting. "Ready to go?"

"What'd you get?" he asks, I just wink at him and start to walk out the door when he snatches the bag from me. I try to snatch it back from him, but it's too late, he looks into it and immediately flushes and hands the bag back to me. I roll my eyes at the flustered Winchester.

"Told you it was personal stuff, Dean," I say and we walk back to where the Impala is parked. Sam must've walked back to the motel.

"Shut up," he mumbles and gets into the driver's seat while I laugh as I get into the passenger side. "Let's just go get Sammy and get to Bobby's, and never speak of this again." I can't help but laugh more at his horrified face.

"Don't look so grossed out, Dean," I say. "It's just a normal thing for us girls."

He closes eyes and shakes his head. "Shut up," he says in a pleading type way. "Just shut up." I smile to myself all the way back to the motel.

We don't go in to get Sam because he has already checked us out and is waiting for us. I climb into the back seat and Dean speeds off down the road, on our way to Bobby's.

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