The bright sun beat down on the pale skin of Elizabeth's neck as she clutched to the warm pillow under her cheek. She twisted and stretched out her legs before flipping over and coming to look up at Dean. His hazel eyes stared down on her as a silly grin played on his lips. His tanned chest was bare and she had flicker her eyes a bit to realize it was real.

"What are you staring at creeper?" Elizabeth teased pushing up on her elbows and placing a kiss on Dean's smug lips. "Why are you so smiley in the a.m.?"

"Well, first of all I am always up in the a.m. second because of what I was creepily staring at." Dean stated with a goofy grin, "And I'm still remembering Sam's face when he woke up and saw us. His eyes were about to pop out of his head."

"You just have to cheapen the moment don't you." Elizabeth snickered shoving at his bicep and sitting up against the headboard.

"So, what was your nightmare really about? I'm guessing it wasn't actually about midgets."

"I'd rather dream about midgets though."

"Seriously, what was it?" Dean questioned sincerity pouring over his face. Elizabeth pressed back into the headboard and gritted her teeth together with heavy breathes. "Elizabeth."

She turned back with tears glistening in her pale blue eyes. She pushed herself beside Dean and leaned into his muscular chest. He encircled her in his sculpted arms and held her there, setting his chin and the top of her head. He could feel a warm tear trickle down his arm, Elizabeth rarely cried. She sucked in a breathe and lifted her pale face to his hazel eyes.

"There was a fire, in this house I've seen before and I was still inside it."

"How do you know the house?"

"It was where I grew up, until I was twelve."

"What happened when you were twelve?"

"Now who's mister twenty questions?" Elizabeth laughed with a fake smile and hoarse, almost painful, laugh. "Anyways, the house burned down."

"I'll never let that…"

"I was fine, physically."

"So it all worked out right."

"You were there ,in my dream, to and…and…"

"Elizabeth you don't have to…"

"I couldn't save you. I watched the fire burn you to ash and I couldn't do anything because something, someone, was holding me back. I used to have nightmares like that before but it ended a while ago."

"Why did you have dreams like that before?"

"That's how my sister died. Dean, that's why I became a hunter."

"Your sister was killed by a demon, Wait you had a sister?"

"Yes I had a sister, and she was killed by a demon when she was eleven, I was twelve. We were really close. It was so much like my nightmare, I thought is happening again."

"I'm fine, it's not going to happen again, I promise. How do you know it was a…demon?"

"I woke up to smell smoke, at first I thought It was the fireplace. So, I went to tell my parents the fire was still going. When I opened the door it felt like a furnace had burst, I went down the stairs and saw the fire. My parents ran out of their bedroom and grabbed me, we had to get out. My dad went to go back in and get my sister but the doorway burst into flames. Through the window I could see her lieing in the living room on the floor. The fire was behind her but maybe there was a chance. So, I tried to run to her but my dad held me back and I watched as the fire buried her. Black smoke left the house and it wasn't from the fire so I did research and found out about demons. Of course my parents didn't believe me, as soon as I left the house at sixteen I started hunting."

"Wow, I had no idea."

"It's okay, the past is past and I already killed the demon that did that."

"Hey, I think I got something…what happened?" Sam stated strolling into the room with an empty coffee cup and open laptop.

"Nothing Sammy," Dean said with a grin as he and Elizabeth untangled themselves from each other, "What no coffee for your big brother? Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam laughed staring at Elizabeth's fake smile and drying tears. It definitely wasn't nothing, especially since a something bad was going on in this town, and it was there kind of bad.