Slowly, Seren found herself making her way to the kitchen. She could hear the boys inside of it talking about a new case they apparently picked up. Seren didn't have the energy to ask what. All she really cared about was the little tag in her hand.

She'd locked herself in her room for going on two days. Her body constantly felt hot, and she barely ate. It was easy to tell that Dean was beginning to grow worried as time went on.

Now, she stood in the doorway of the kitchen where Dean had just noticed her presence. He stood from his chair slowly at the sight of her, and she began to walk towards a chair. She sat down, licking her bottom lip as she debated what she was going to say.

It wasn't her that had to get the conversation started, however.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, breaking the silence that Seren had cast over the room. Her eyes whipped up to meet his at his question.

She cleared her throat, nodding her head. "Fine," she assured them. "I'm fine."

"Really?" Dean questioned, raising an eyebrow. Seren seemed more hesitant to meet his eyes. "You didn't seem fine couple days ago."

Her eyes left his, instead staring at the table. Her fingers messed with the tag inside of her hands. "I've already said it, and I'll say it again. I'm fine. Really."

At her last word, her eyes flickered up to meet Dean's. He didn't necessarily think that she was lying, but he knew that she wasn't telling the complete truth. She had, after all, woken them all up by screaming. Nobody recovers from that in three days time. Most people don't, at least.

"I wanted to talk to you guys about what happened," Seren finally admitted. She quickly caught both of the boys' full attention. "I had a dream. I was... fighting this girl. I think her name was Charlotte. We were fighting, and I remembered everyone called it the Ring."

"Where was this place?" Sam gently interrupted, his eyebrows raised. He'd need more details in order for him to believe this story. It was a dream, after all. They could easily alter the truth without anyone ever knowing anything different.

Seren shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted quietly before continuing on with her story. "This girl, Charlotte, we were going at each other. I don't remember having feelings of remorse when I punched, kicked, and just attacked her like an animal. You couldn't have feelings of remorse."

Dean frowned at the comment she added. "Where were you?" Dean asked, repeating Sam's question.

Again, Seren shook her head. She didn't know, and she repeated that. "All I do know," she said slowly, swallowing, "is that it was hot. Wherever we went, we were sweating."

"So there was more than two of you," Sam nodded. Seren bit her lip before nodding. There had to be more than two of them. She vaguely remembered the number twenty.

Seventeen.

"I was the seventeenth person to be inducted into the program," Seren whispered breathlessly. Her eyes seemed to lose sight as she looked up to the ceiling.

Both Dean and Sam looked to each other. Sam was ready to leap out of seat at any moment to catch Seren if she were to fall. After the previous events, he wouldn't be surprised if she did.

Dean was the first to ask the question raging in both of their minds. "What were you inducted into?" Dean questioned, his eyes gleaming with concern.

Bile rose in Seren's stomach. Oh God, oh God, oh God. How could this have happened to her? She volunteered for it. She volunteered for it.

"What's wrong?" Dean questioned frowning. He stood up from his chair, coming around the table to kneel next to her.

"I volunteered for it," she whispered. She swallowed back bile, willing herself to not vomit all over everything. Dean grabbed her hand, quickly retracting it. Her body felt like it was on fire.

"What did you volunteer for?" Sam questioned, getting more and more suspicious. He glared at Dean to try and get him away from Seren. He didn't know how hostile she could get when she was acting like this.

Seren shook her head. She didn't know. Why did she volunteer for that? "They... they did something to my soul. It hurt so bad. It felt like they were setting it on fire," she mumbled, tripping over her words. Both brothers had a hard time understanding what she was saying.

They didn't try to get any more information out of her. Neither of them wanted to risk her having another complete meltdown. Instead, Dean helped Seren get back to bad.

They'd figure it out tomorrow.

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A/N sorry it's so short i'm experiencing a little writer's block right now. i get ideas on what i wanna right for this story and have it all planned out, but then i can't put it words if ya know what i mean. i'll try to continue writing longer chapters.

editing will also begin soon and maybe some reconstruction!