I fall asleep towards the part where Ron is getting dragged to the whopping willow. Sam fell asleep long before I did and I had to take the tablet away from Charlie when she nodded off after starting this movie. The Sherriff came by at one point and laid a blanket over all of us and I smiled at her.

It was so nice that I almost forgot about my family. Almost.

I woke up screaming later, I don't know how much later. I just know that there were hands on my arms and someone was holding my head to their chest. "It's alright. Dean you're safe."

I had no idea where I was but the sound of Sam telling me that I wasn't in any trouble made me calm down enough to notice that the windows were still dark. Then I noticed all the sympathetic faces surrounding me. "Get off me." I pushed the hands away from me; one of the hands had fading black nail polish. Charlie gave me a hurt look, but I saw behind that. She was scared. When I looked back up the faces that had been pressing in were wondering off now. The only people that were standing around us now was my father, Sam, Charlie, the Sherriff, and detective Hendrickson seemed to have showed up.

"Dean?" I felt Sam's hand on my sleeve and I shrugged him off.

"I'm fine buddy." He didn't look convinced but I smiled and he relaxed. "Hey Charlie? Do you think you could help Sam find a vending machine?" she nodded and they went to the front of the building.

"Are you ok Dean?" my dad reached out like he wanted to comfort me but he held back.

I sat back down in the chair that I had been sleeping in and rubbed the back of my neck. "I'm fine."

"What were you dreaming about?" that was Hendrickson asking, I really didn't want to say. It had been horrible.

I'm lucky I had woken up. "Lucifer was tormenting me, making me kill."

I had been in a warehouse, the one just outside of town, where the old mill use to be. It was dark and I knew that I was being watched, being judged. The first thing that Lucifer had whispered to me was that I had to kill Cas. "A brother for a brother." I didn't know what that had meant, until I saw Sam lying on the ground, his blood stained my jeans as I kneeled down to pick him up. To shake him awake.

He just wouldn't wake up. "Wake up damn it."

There was a tsking sound above me and his voice again, "Eye for an eye, brother for a brother." And then Castiel was there, standing in front of me. Smiling.

He was smiling like I had never seen him do before. The years seemed to have melted off of him because he seemed so much younger and unburdened. Then he reached out to me and I felt the coolness of the metal biting in to the heat of my hands. "Let's go Dean. We can be together." He held up his arms like I was suppose to walk inside of them. So that's what I did.

My knife ran though his chest and cut the muscle like ribbons. His body twitched around me and I felt his weight collapse against my chest and I let him drop. And he fell, and fell. Like a falling angel. That's when I had woken up.

"It was a dream." My father gripped my shoulder and I looked up him, surprised that I wasn't still in the warehouse. He looked tired, worse than he had on Christmas Eve. It was horrible seeing him like this. I couldn't help but wonder how it must feel to him, how losing mom must have affected him.

I nod my head and look at the Sherriff, "How long do all of us have to stay here?"

I don't think I could stand another night of sleeping on those chairs, and I'm sure as hell not going back to sleep. Not with Lucifer haunting me. "I know it must not be comfortable and we're trying to find Lucifer, but the thing is he didn't leave any clues at the crime scenes."

"We could try the warehouse." Hendrickson spoke up and nodded at me, "Maybe he heard something, when he was on the phone earlier than hid subconsciously, making him think warehouse."

"The one outside of town, that's where I was in my dream." My hands were shaking again so I hid them in my jacket pockets. No one seemed to notice.

All three of the adults nodded and the Sherriff and Hendrickson went off to talk to a few deputies. I was left alone with dad. We didn't say much and I was saved from the awkward silence when Sammy and Charlie came back with an arm full of food. "I had money I was saving for spring break, but food is more important to me." She sat down and handed out poptarts and other things.

It wasn't that filling but it was better than nothing. I gave most of mine to Sam. I claimed that I wasn't hungry. Dad sat in the corner away from us, I could see Jessica's parents in the back of the station talking on their phones, obviously making plans for work and their daughter; felt and overpowering sense of guilt when I looked around the station. All of these people were here because of me, because I had gotten into a romantic relationship with a mass murderer.

It's my fault.

I felt my hands start shaking worse than ever and I quickly stood up and rushed to the bathroom. It was empty and I was glad for that because the first thing I did was throw up in the sink. I didn't have time to do to the stalls. I slid my back against the wall until I was sitting next to one of the urinals, I didn't even care if it was gross or not. I knew I must smell. I never had the chance to shower after work. I heard the bathroom door open, then shut and I looked up to see Sam staring down at me, he looked worried. "I'm fine."

"Is that throw up?"

"I told you I wasn't hungry." He sat down next to me and I leaned my head on his shoulder. "What are you doing in here?" I poke his rib but he doesn't laugh.

"You ran in here without saying anything, I thought it best that I check on you."

"How sweet Samantha."

Later we're allowed to leave and go home, but with the supervision of a squad car. Charlie comes with us on the promise that I let her use our shower. Jessica's parents are going to go home then go to the hospital. Sam said that dad is going to drive him there later; dad needs to be there to fill out some paper work on mom.

I try not to think too much about that last part. When we get to the house Sam slams his door and dad beelines for the liquor cabinet. It's a good thing I had enough thoughts last night to hide all of it. I hear his start to curse as I close my bedroom door.

I look around the room and realize this is the first time Charlie's been to my house, we never really hung out without Jo tagging along. And I'll never see her again. "Can I use your washing machine?"

I jerk my head up to see Charlie sniffing her shirt. "I would ask to wear some of your clothes, but we're obviously not the same size."

"You can wear one of my shirts and sweats while yours are getting washed." I walk over to my dresser and pull out something for her to throw on.

"Thanks," she takes them from and opens up my door, "I'll leave my clothes outside the bathroom door and you can throw them in the wash." She winks at me and leaves only to come back a few seconds later, "Which one is the bathroom?" I point to the door at the end of the hall and she leaves again.

I want to change but I also want to shower so instead of doing anything I just put on a record and lay down on the ground. I can hear Sam in the room next to me and I almost want to go in there and say something to him but I can't think of anything I could say to make this situation any better. I've never been good with words.

I remember that Charlie told me to wash her clothes so I get up and head to the laundry room. I haven't worked the washer in a long time and I worry that I'm putting too much soap in and that it's going to overflow like in I Love Lucy. When I get back to my room I stop to think that I don't hear dad making any noise anymore. "I hope he didn't find where I hid everything." There's a loud bang from the wall that connects mine and Sam's room and I groan. "Are you ok?" I shout. There's no answer so I think that maybe he's fine and I just lay down again and close my eyes.

After about twenty minutes I get up to check on Charlie.

The shower is still running, "Are you alright?" I yell through the door, when she doesn't answer I decide on cracking the door open. Maybe she can't hear me over the water. "Charlie?" I look in there to see her laying on the floor, her arm at a weird angle and blood pouring from a cut on her head.

"Dean?" I sigh and I rush over, grabbing a towel and covering her up.

"Did you slip?" she shakes her head but cries out at the movement.

I start to think about what she could mean. "Hold still." I grab another towel to prop her head up and a smaller wash cloth so she can hold it against the cut. "I'll be right back."

Sam's not in his room. I look in mom and dad's room and I see him asleep on the bed so I close his door quietly.

When I get outside I know something's wrong before I reach the cop car.

There's a dark red trail making its way down the driver side door.

My stomach drops when I get close enough to see inside the car.

The deputy is dead. There's a slash where his neck use to be.

I don't remember running inside but I'm back at my dad's door.

Again something seems wrong, now that I know we're in danger I notice things that I didn't before.

When people sleep their chests rise up and down, dad's lying there too still. "Dad?" I creep closer, worried that he might wake up and yell at me. But he doesn't move and as I get closer I start to see the dark patch of blood mixing into the dark brown on the sheets. "Dad!" I rush over to him and put mu hand on his neck, away from the cut.

There has to be a pulse. There has to be a pulse.

There has to be.

He has to be.

He can't be.

I can't

I

I'm crying now. I don't know when it started but I can feel the tears making their way down my cheeks and falling down onto the mattress.

Then I remember how Sam wasn't in his room and I quickly go check on Charlie, while grabbing my phone from my rom. Thankfully she's still alive in the bathroom, her eyes are open and she even smiles at me. "My knight in shining armor."

"It's Dean." Hendrickson tries to ask questions but I stop him, "get an ambulance and get to my house as soon as possible, Sam's missing and my friend Charlie might have a broken arm and there's a cut on her head."

"And I'm tired." She starts to close her eyes and I pat her cheek.

"Stay awake." She opens her eyes back up and I start talking to Hendrickson again, "the deputy, and my dad…they're dead."

"Stay where you are." He doesn't give me time to argue but I know that all the police are going to come here and no one is going to look for Sam. I need to look for Sam.

He's all I have left.