I hated being left behind while everyone else was out there putting their lives at risk to stop the monster that was terrorising the campus. Not that I wanted to go putting my own life on the line… Still, I felt so useless stuck here, and the stress of not knowing what was happening was just torture.

Dean hadn't even told me what was going on before he ran out the door. Of course I knew that something had gone badly wrong just from the look on his face.

I guess I hadn't really wanted to know the details, but now I wished I'd asked.

I found myself alternating between pacing around the room and sitting on the bed staring out the window, hoping to see Sam and Dean and Emily coming back together… safe.

I was at a point of staring intently out the window when there was a bang on the door. It gave me such a fright I nearly fell of the bed.

I took a moment to catch my breath before calling out, heart pounding, "Who is it?"

"It's Dean," came the quick reply.

I bolted to the door and flung it open. Dean stood in the doorway, looking much calmer than when he'd left…but there was no sign of either Emily or Sam.

"Where are they?!" I demanded, moving aside to let him in. "What happened? Did you find them? Are they OK?"

Dean held up a hand to halt the rush of questions. "Calm down Taylor, everything's fine."

I pushed the door closed and stared at him expectantly, waiting for the rest of the story. He'd left here in a panic, and now everything was just fine?

"Well?!" I prompted when no further information was forthcoming. "What. Happened?"

He gave a huff and rolled his eyes. "Sam and Emily got separated, and he panicked. She's fine. They're waiting for us to join them for breakfast. You ready to go?"

I frowned at him. That was it? Something just wasn't right with this picture.

He raised an eyebrow at me, "So, you ready, or what?"

"Um…just give me a second." I told him, moving over to the stuff still on the floor beside the bed and tidying it up to give me a moment to think.

Then I realised what it was that was bothering me. Apart from the fact that Dean was acting a little weird…especially considering what we'd been up to before he left. I had never known Sam to panic unnecessarily…I don't think I'd even seen him panic.

I picked everything up and sat it carefully on the bed before turning back to Dean…if it was Dean.

He was looking at me impatiently.

I had an idea. "Almost ready." I told him, "Could you just give me a quick hand to get my hair clip in straight?" I forced out a light hearted chuckle, "It got knocked out of place earlier."

I pulled out the hair clip, the butterfly clip that Emily had given me, and held it out to him.

"Yeah, whatever." He moved over to me and took the clip…before shouting in pain and tossing it roughly across the room. "What the hell was that?!" He demanded angrily as I jumped around to the other side of him, moving closer to the door under the guise of getting a fright when he shouted.

My heart was beating so hard I was surprised he couldn't hear it as I slowly backed away. "That…that was a silver hairclip…and you are not Dean."

His face turned from confused anger to terrifying fury. "Well, aren't you smart." He sneered at me.

I felt the door handle at my back and grabbed it, flinging the door open and running out into the hall as fast as my legs would go.

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