Okay! So, one of my favorite shows came back on last week, so, there will be some of the characters incorporated in this chapter!~ Also, please excuse any weird nuances, as I have taped fingers and a broken space bar.

*the next morning*

Dean wakes up early, his head pounding with a hangover. He sighs, and then tries to go back to sleep, but Zoey wakes up next to him.

"Good morning…" She smiles at him, hugging him closer. "How did you sleep?"

"I slept really well, especially after last night.." He smirks at her, rubbing her back.

"So, uh.. Dean, I had a question. Last night I was thinking, you know, about life, about us… And I want to know what you think about maybe having kids.." She says the last words so quietly, they're barely audible.

"I.. You want kids?" Dean looks at her, furrowing his brows.

"Yes, I do.. Very much.. And I wanted to know if you wanted kids too…" She sits up in the bed, looking at him.

He thinks for a minute, and then smiles. "Of course I do…" She smiles at him, and then leans down and kisses him.

"You don't have to go into work today, right?" She asks.

"Nope, I'm all yours…" She smiles as he responds to her.

"Then, what'd ya say we start on that kid thing…." He smirks, and nothing more is said.

~•~

"Sam… If he's not in there…" Jo says as they pull up to the warehouse.

"Jo, I can't afford to think like that…" Sam says.

"Okay.." She kisses him lightly, and then turns to open the door.

"Let's go." They get out of the Impala, and Zoey and Bobby pull up behind them. They walk to the back of the car to get their weapons, and then they all gather at the door to the warehouse. They walk in, and split up into teams of two. Jo and Zoey go off one way, and Bobby and Sam go the other way.

Sam hears a scream, and then runs to the source of the sound. He sees Jo fighting off a Djinn, at least twice her size. She was holding her own, but he could tell she was getting tired. He ran as fast as he could to where they were and went to help her. Zoey was still looking throughout the warehouse for Dean.

She saw the three young girls on one side of a little niche inside. And then, as she scanned further, she saw Dean. Her heart fell. He was extremely pale, and he had a needle stuck in his neck. He was unconscious, and barely breathing.

"Dean?!" She ran over to him, trying to wake him up. Nothing she did worked, and she fell to her knees in tears.

~•~

"Dean? Are you okay man?" Cas asks as Dean lays his head down on his desk. "I..I have a really bad headache.."

Cas can tell that Dean isn't being completely honest, but he realizes that Dean doesn't want to tell him, and leaves it at that. "Allright, well we got a new case this morning."

"Okay, who called it in?" Dean stands up, pulling on his jacket.

"Uh.. McNally. She called in a double homicide this morning." Cas leads Dean out of the room. They walk into the garage and get in a large black SUV.

"Alright, so we're heading to the crime scene. Are there any other officers there?" Dean asks, looking at the incident report.

"Yeah, the local unit. They've been there since this morning." They arrive at the scene, and get out.

"So, do you know happened?" Dean asks.

"Some guy went nuts and decided to start shooting. He ran off, and they haven't been able to identify who it was." Cas says, as Dean rubs his head. "Dude, are you sure you're alright..?"

"Yeah.. I guess. I just got this feeling this morning. This weird feeling, that I don't really belong here, I don't know man. I've been having dreams, too. It's always the same. I see my brother, my wife and her sister all in various places, calling for me. Like last night, they were in a warehouse…" Dean sighs. "Nevermind, man, it's nothing, really."

"Have you told anyone else about this?" Cas asks, concerned.

"No, I haven't. And I don't plan on it either." Dean walks off, going to talk to one of the local police. "So, what do you think happened?"

"Well, there was a staff meeting this morning, and they were all going out to their cars. Some guy just drove in, stood up out of the sunroof with a gun, and shot at all of them. Two fatalities, and four injuries. They're at the hospital. But we're no closer to identifying the shooter." The police officer, Diaz, was telling Dean.

"Do we have any witnesses still here?" He asks Diaz.

"Yeah, over there." He pointed at a young girl around sixteen.

"Thanks." Dean walks over to the girl, who's crying.

"Hey, I'm Dean, are you okay?" He asks. He recognizes her, though from where, he doesn't know.

"Yeah, I'm fine.. Uh.." She looks up at him, and a look of recognition crosses her face. "I know you…"

As far as Dean was concerned, he'd never seen this girl in his life. Although, he did recognize her. Finally it hits him, his dream. The one from last night, in the warehouse. She was there too.

"I've seen you before, in.. in a dream?" It's almost a question as she says it.

"Yeah, a warehouse, right?" He can't wrap his mind around this.

"Yeah… almost like…" She shakes her head. "Nevermind.."

Dean turns around as Cas walks up behind him. "Got anything?"

"No, not yet. She doesn't remember anything." Dean starts to walk back to the bodies.

Just as he bends down to look closer, he feels a sharp, burning, searing pain in his chest. He looks up just in time to see a man with a gun turning and walking away. He falls off of his feet onto his back. He can feel and see the blood coming out of the wound, and the whole world turns dark.