I don't ask Dean to put me to bed that night, but he checks on me just before I turn off the light. I don't have any books to read before I go to bed, so I think about and alter a story inside my head to go to sleep. There's this one fan fiction that I read once that was about Harry Potter. I found it rather interesting the way this author portrayed his sister (who hadn't existed until the fan fiction). I will also admit that this author gave me a whole new perspective on characters from the series. I didn't realize how much of an idiot that Ron was. Also, I never realized how much of a bitch Hermione was. Draco Malfoy, on the other hand, was completely amazing and romantic.

So what I did to get myself to sleep was take that fan fiction and write a fan fiction about it. I thought-wouldn't it be awesome if the guys from the Doctor Who and Marvel universe came into that? I have this OC and she comes in, as well. It's a very easy way to get myself to sleep. Anyone who hasn't tried this, you really should. Just saying, it might change your life.

I always thought that dreams were supposed to be pleasant. I'm not saying I didn't have the occasional strange nightmare once in a while, but they weren't ever very bad. Some part of me always knew that they weren't real. I would always wake up knowing that they never could actually happen.

That was until the night that I had my first real nightmare. I was back in my house, and I was in the air vents next to my brother. I could see my parents strapped to two wooden chairs, and I could see those two demons slicing their throats open. I heard the sob come out of my throat, and my brother telling me to go. I heard my brother's scream as I crawled through the air vents. I remember staying strong when they found me, and never letting them hear me scream.

I wake up screaming just before Dean and Sam save me (in the dream.) I remember the feeling that I am going to die, and that there is nothing I can do about it. The worst part is that, when I wake up, it's not all over. It's not like every other dream that's over the second you're awake. My family is still dead, and I still have a scar on my chest from the knife. It's thin, but it's still there.

I start crying when I realize where I am, and that there's no escape from that nightmare. I am sobbing into my pillow. I don't even care at this moment that I have Sam and Dean. All I can think is that they're complete strangers. Sam is an absolute asshole to me, and I've barely begun to know Dean.

I don't know how long I've been crying, but I know that there is no way I can go back to sleep, not now. I still haven't stopped sobbing. I hear a knock at my door, and I freak out for half a second. After that half second, I realize that I must have woken up Dean. This makes me feel like a terrible person. What's even worse is that he's there to see if I'm okay. "Skylar, are you okay?" he asks me.

I wipe the tears off my face. "Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask him. On the inside, I'm begging for him to notice I am lying.

Luckily, Dean is not some unemotional angel, like Castiel. "You and I both know you're lying," he says. He hesitates, then asks, "Can I come in?" I think about it for a few seconds and then end up saying he can.

He turns on the light, which hurts my eyes. "Sorry," he says. I shrug, and tell him that it's no big deal. "I'm guessing you had a nightmare," Dean says, sitting down on the foot of my bed. I nod. "I'm sorry, kid," he says, and I can tell that he truly means it.

I worry that I'm going to start crying right there, in front of him. "It's just that it wasn't some made up terror or anything. It really happened, and that's the worst thing ever," I say, biting my lip as hard as I can to hold back tears.

"You know, Skylar, you don't have to be so strong just because I'm here. I know you're trying to be tough, but I'm not going to think any less of you if you let it all out," Dean says. I can see that there is true sadness and concern in his eyes, which makes me feel just a little bit better. At the same time, though, it places a great weight on my heart.

I nod, but I don't cry. "I've cried enough for one night, don't you think?" Then I realize why he's awake. I feel kind of bad. "And, I'm sorry I woke you up," I add.

Dean looks like I just talked in an alien language or something. "You can't help nightmares from coming, Skylar. They come whether or not you want them to. I've had my fair share of them. I've actually been to Hell. Sam even got locked up in Lucifer's cage," he says.

My face must be pretty hilarious, because Dean laughs. "I'll tell you the story another time." I don't know how exactly he treats the memory of being in Hell, because he treats it like a joke in front of me. But, at the same time, I can see that there is some torture in his eyes from that experience.

It is literally as if a lightbulb flashed above Dean's head. "I've got an idea. Why don't we watch a movie-your pick and we can eat pie and just forget about all the crap that's going on in the world?" he suggests.

I look over at the little black alarm clock with the bright red numbers on it. "It's one in the morning," I say, like it's the most ridiculous idea in the world.

"So you can fall asleep when you're watching the movie. Come on, are you going to go back to sleep any other way?" he asks me. I realize that he's most likely right, so I give in. "What movie do you want?" he asks me.

"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," I say immediately. I figure, why not? Besides, Dean doesn't look like the kind of person who's ever picked up a JK Rowling book, so he might learn something from it.

"Okay. I'm pretty sure we have that," he says. He starts getting up to leave, and I follow him. We walk down the hall (I'm already feeling a little sore) and go to the kitchen/dining room which has the living room in front of it. Dean looks through the movie selection quickly, and pulls out a disk. "Got it!" he says triumphantly. I can't help but smile.

He puts in the movie and goes over to the fridge as the movie is going through the preview/commercial stage in the beginning. He pulls out a whole pie-coconut cream. "This stuff is amazing. I like it almost as much as I like german chocolate," he says. He sets the pie on the table, and I sit down across from him. He gives me a fork, and he starts digging into the food. It takes me a few seconds, but I eventually start eating, as well.

Dean really does like his pie, I realize. By the time the movie has gone through the opening credits, we are done with the entire thing. I'll admit, though, the pie was amazing. We sit down on the couch with a big blanket and start watching the movie.

I have to answer like a bajillion questions about the entire series. Eventually, I have a hard time not giving away everything from the other books. "Why do they call normal people muggles?" Dean asks in a hushed whisper.

"They just do, Dean," I say, annoyed, because it's the billionth time he's asked a stupid question like that. He asked me why it was platform 9 and 3/4 and not platform 9 and 1/2. I try to be patient, but he's a muggle. Well, a muggle becoming a mudblood-if I have anything to do with it.

Eventually, around the part where Harry, Ron, and Hermione figure out where the sorcerer's stone is hidden, I become really sleepy. I sort of curl up in a ball next to Dean and lay my head on his shoulder. He is surprised by this, but also warmed. I fall asleep within ten minutes.