A/N: Hello! Thank you for continuing to read on! Let's get into it! Also, I did do this in not chronological order but I wanted it to better reflect the journey Sam, Dean, and Mia are on so I decided to flip the episodes and skip several. The next episode covered will be E:16-No Rest for the Wicked.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters or any other references made in this story, this is purely for entertainment.

Chapter 23: Dream Of Me

Mia sat on a barstool, spinning herself around in circles. She'd just received some horrific news from Sam and was mulling everything over. The boys had been on a few cases while she'd been recovering from her near-death experience and before the Morton House, Sam, and Dean had learned from Ruby that every demon they'd ever faced were humans that were forced into Hell and that the same fate was awaiting Dean. Sam shared this information with her after having one too many drinks at the bar and being caught up in the fact that Dean had very little time left and the leads on Lilith, the demon holding Dean's bargain, had gone cold.

Sam chugged back another single whisky and stumbled over to Mia to continue his rant, "And the wor-worst part is," he slurred, "Dean doesn't even wanna be saved like he doesn't even care, he's just living his life and being reckless and not trying to save himself."

Mia opened her mouth to respond but Sam slammed his drink on the bar, "And! He keeps putting us in these dangerous places because we just want to keep him safe and he just-he just doesn't care!"

Dean walked over to them and immediately noticed Sam's inability to stand up straight. "What's up with you?"

Sam brushed his brother off, "What, now I can't drink? You drank half the bar last night and that's okay but I can't just have a few dr-drinks."

"A few is one thing, you've had more than a few," Dean responded sitting down on the barstool next to Mia.

"Sam, maybe you should sit," Mia offered pulling out a stool for him. He obliged and turned to Dean.

"I don't know what to do anymore," He told Dean, sounding almost sober, "How can you care so little for yourself, you're not even trying to find ways to save yourself. You don't want to be saved, do you?"

Before Dean could respond his phone rang, when he answered all the colour drained from his face and Mia felt fearful, she squeezed Sam's shoulder. "It's Bobby," Dean mouthed.

The next few hours were a blur, the three of them hopped into the Impala and drove as fast as they could to a hospital in Pittsburg where Bobby had been admitted in a comatose state. After speaking to the doctor they found that Bobby had been discovered unconscious in a hotel room by a housekeeping staff member. His vitals seemed fine but nevertheless, he was still comatose. The three of them felt hopeless about how they could help their friend, he was always the one they went to for help when they were stuck on a case, and now they needed him more than ever to help and he wasn't reachable.

They decided to check out Bobby's motel room to try and find some clue as to what was happening to him. They found hidden in the closet a bunch of maps and files including a file on a doctor named Walter Gregg whose recent cause of death was eerily similar to what Bobby was currently experiencing.

Dean decided he and Mia would investigate the doctor while Sam explored through Bobby's files to find any more leads. The two of them interviewed the late doctor's assistant and found they were on the right track as the assistant explained they'd already spoken to Bobby masquerading as an FBI agent. She went on to tell them that the doctor was focused on neurology specifically focusing on sleep disorders and dreaming and had conducted several within the local university. Dean read through the doctor's files and found the name of a test subject who came up repeatedly and figured it might be a good lead.

Dean and Mia showed up at the dorm room of Jeremy Frost.

"Hi Jeremy, I'm Detective Caselotti and this is Agent Stockwell," Mia smiled warmly. She felt Dean stiffen beside her in irritation, she loved ruining his theme of detective rock artist names by throwing in a few Disney movie cast names.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions about the late Dr. Greggs if you don't mind," Dean chimed.

Jeremy invited them in and proceeded to offer them both a cold bottle of beer.

"No, thank you, I don't drink during the day," Mia replied. She eyed Dean expecting the same response but instead, he reached for the beer, took a deep sip, and sighed contentedly.

Mia shot him a dirty look for being unprofessional.

"I have soda, water, or juice if you prefer," Jeremy offered, but Mia shook her head.

"Let's just get to it, we've recently discovered you were one of the doctor's test subjects in his studies, is that correct?" Mia asked.

Jeremy sat down, "Yep, he was trying to treat me, I have this condition where I can't dream. I hit my head as a kid and ever since I haven't been able to have a single dream. That is until the study sort of helped me. He gave me this really gross yellow tea,"

"Peyote?" Mia and Dean offered at the same time.

Jeremy raised an eyebrow, "No, it was something else. Anyways, it made me pass out and have the most vivid, and bizarre dreams, it was like an acid trip, you know?"

Dean nodded, "Totally." Mia elbowed him and he corrected himself, "I mean, I can imagine."

"After that, I dropped the study, I really hated the feeling and didn't want to do it anymore," Jeremy explained.

The two thanked him for his time and headed back to the hospital to check on Bobby. Dean spoke to the doctors while Mia waited.

She sat at his bedside and held his hand, "I never should have left, I'm so sorry," she whispered. She'd been so anxious to join Sam and Dean after she recovered that she regretted leaving Bobby on his own. He had no backup without her, and she couldn't understand why he was on a case without anyone knowing about it.

She felt Dean's hands on her shoulders behind her, "He's gonna be fine, we're going to figure this out." Those words sounded more like he was trying to reassure himself rather than comforting her.

Mia felt a flutter in her stomach and stood up. The feelings she had been repressing were coming back, she tried to compress them with her worries for Bobby but they came bubbling up at the worst moments. Luckily, Sam walked in at that moment with files from Bobby's room.

"So when you called me, Dean, I had just found this." He held up the picture of a strange plant.

"This must be the plant tea that Jeremy was telling you, guys, about, its called silene capensis and it's more commonly known as dream root and it's been used by different cultures to practice dream walking."

"So you drink this tea and you can not only dream, but you can walk into others' dreams too?" Mia clarified.

"Yeah, this stuff is no joke. If you practice using it enough you can practically become Freddy Krueger and not only walk into dreams but control other people's dreams and kill them. My guess is that the doctor was using this for his study, managed to piss someone off and they used it against him to kill him."

"If that's the case," Dean looked at Bobby, "and if that's what happened to Bobby, how is he still alive?"

"I don't know," Sam responded.

Mia looked at each of their faces and then spoke, "It's just like the movies, he knows where to hide."

"That means we don't have much time. We have to figure out who this sadistic sandman is." Dean sighed, "problem is where do we even start looking? It could be literally anyone, his assistant, his students, his wife, his partner, who knows!"

Mia looked down at Bobby and squeezed his hand, "Bobby knows! He must have seen his attacker's face while he's been hiding in his dream."

The boys exchanged looks, "Even if that's true, Mia. There's no way we can communicate with him." Sam sighed.

Dean shook his head, "Not if we're the ones using the dream root. We can drink the tea and hop into his dreams, figure out who the person behind everything is, help Bobby, and get the son of a bitch in real time!"

Sam scoffed, "Even if that plan was to actually work, how the hell are we going to score dream root? It's extremely hard to get."

"I think the good doctor must have had some put away for his study, we just need to get into his office again, distract the assistant and locate it," Mia countered.

Sam opened his mouth to dismiss the plan but looked down at Bobby and felt his heart ache. Helping Bobby was worth all of this craziness. He agreed to the plan and they headed back to the doctor's office. Dean pretended to ask the assistant a lot of dumb questions while Mia and Sam searched the office until they found a jar hidden away. They made their escape and headed back to the motel room with Dean following close behind. Sam brewed the tea following the instructions Bobby had left in one of his files.

"That stuff does smell nasty," Dean remarked as he walked through the door.

"It's ready, it just needs the essence of Bobby," Sam explained, pulling out a hairbrush of Bobby's with his red hair embedded inside.

"Gross," Mia and Dean remarked together.

Sam prepared each of their glasses, Sam sat on his bed while Dean and Mia sat on the other bed.

"Bottoms up?" Mia joked to lighten the mood.

They toasted and drank, gagging the entire time.

"Do you guys feel anything?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head and Mia stared at the window.

"When did it start raining?" She asked in confusion. She wandered over to the window to find the rain was coming from the ground and not the sky. "Umm.. what's happening?"

The room around them shifted until it resembled a cozy living room space with a comfy couch and fireplace.

"If this stuff is working, and we're in Bobby's head, why the hell is Bobby dreaming of a Martha Stewart catalog?" Dean questioned.

Mia stared at the fireplace intensely, "Actually, I think this is Bobby's house. Just picture piles and piles of books, a different couch, different wallpaper, more dirt, and it's his living room. Trust me, I should know, I've spent so many days staring at the walls while I was on bed rest."

Dean's eyes guiltily glanced at her neck, there was still a faint scar from her encounter with Gordon. He still blamed himself partly for what had happened to Mia, he wished he'd never thought of offering her as bait.

"We should split up and look for Bobby," Sam suggested, his eyes fixated on the living room window.

"No, we should stay together," Dean rebutted, "what if the person after Bobby is in here with us?"

"We'll be in the same house, we can yell for help. Plus, we're at an advantage, we know the layout better than any dream walker," Sam replied, "I'll check outside, you guys can call if you see anything, and I'll do the same."

"Be careful," Mia told Sam and he smiled at her before heading out into the rain.

She turned to Dean, "How do you want to do this? I go upstairs you stay downstairs?"

Before Dean could respond, there was the sound of Bobby's voice echoing from a hall closet, "Mia? Dean?"

They sprinted to the closet calling out Bobby's name. The closet had scratch marks all over it as though something had been clawing to attempt to get inside. Mia and Dean exchanged worried looks. Bobby cautiously opened the door a crack, his face was also scratched up. "How the hell did you two find me?"

"We got our hands on some dream root, Sam is here too!" Mia explained.

"What the hell happened to you?" Dean asked worriedly.

Bobby slowly exited the closet looking around anxiously. "It doesn't matter, we need to be careful."

Dean raised an eyebrow at Bobby, "You know this isn't real right? Whatever hurt you, it isn't real, this is a dream."

"Are you nuts?" Bobby hissed. He suddenly jumped and pointed down the hallway to a woman wearing a white dress covered in blood, "Does she look like something out of a dream to you?"

The woman stared hard at Bobby. Dean looked between the two of them in confusion.

"Who is that?" he asked.

Mia's face fell in recognition, "It's Bobby's wife."

Bobby nodded and his eyes filled with tears.

"You killed me!" His wife shrieked, "You wanted me to die and you murdered me!"

Bobby sobbed, "I didn't know what to do, I didn't know how to help. You were possessed, I never wanted to hurt you! I wanted to save you."

"Bobby, this isn't real. She isn't really here," Dean said holding Bobby's arm tightly.

He sobbed, "I couldn't save her," as his wife began to curse at him and run down the hallway. Dean dragged Bobby into the living room and Mia slammed the door behind them and locked it. She held it closed as Bobby's wife continued to bang and scream at the door.

"Just let her kill me already, hell I deserve it," Bobby wept.

Dean held onto him and pleaded, "Bobby, I'm not going to let you die like this. This is your dream, you can do whatever you want, make whatever you want happen. You can't die like this, you're the closest thing I have to a father. Please! You have to hear me out!"

Mia's heart broke at Dean's words. It seemed that Dean's emotions also got through to Bobby who suddenly snapped out of his trance. "This… isn't real?"

"Yes! It's your dream, Bobby! You can make her go away!" Mia cried out over his wife's screams.

Bobby closed his eyes tight, then opened them. All at once the screaming and banging stopped.

"She's gone," Mia confirmed, looking through the door's keyhole.

Dean sighed in relief, "Alright, Bobby, it's time to wake up."

Dean, Sam, and Mia awoke in their motel room. Sam sat up in his bed so violently that he almost flipped right off of it. Mia awoke and found out she was lying on top of Dean's chest, she sat up quickly and blushed slightly. Dean gently sat up and examined his brother and friend.

"You guys okay?" He asked, "Sammy, what happened to you?"

"I know who our sandman is, it's that college kid, Jeremy something. I ran into him outside and almost got the crap beaten out of me," Sam explained, catching his breath, " that kid is way too powerful in the dream world. Did you guys find Bobby?"

"Yep, he should be awake, we need to head to the hospital!" Mia explained.

Dean nodded, "How did you know that woman was Bobby's wife?"

"One day I was going through some of his books and I found their wedding photograph. When I asked him about it he refused to talk about it and made me get rid of it," Mia explained, "I thought maybe they had divorced or something."

"You guys should get to the hospital to check on Bobby, I'll check on that little asshole, I owe him a little payback," Sam said as he stood up and stretched.

Mia and Dean were elated to see Bobby was awake when they arrived. Mia gave Bobby a huge bear hug and told him how worried she was about him.

Bobby smiled, "I can't tell you how relieved I was to see both of you!"

Dean beamed, "It's good to have you back, Bobby. But… did that stuff with your wife actually happen?"

Bobby glanced down solemnly, "Your dad had your mom, I had my wife, we all get into this business somehow. My greatest regret was that if I knew what I know now, I could have saved her."

"How did this guy even know about her when even we didn't?" Dean asked.

"Freddy Kreuger was rooting around in my head for ages, who knows what other ghosts from my past he saw," Bobby shivered.

"How did this guy even get access to your dreams?" Mia asked, "Doesn't he need your DNA?"

Bobby looked away sheepishly and fiddled with his blanket, "Yeah, uh, when I was interviewing the kid, he offered me a beer and I took it. I reckon he used my saliva and came after me when I started to suspect him as our killer."

Dean stiffened and Mia whirled around to face him. "I knew that beer would come back to haunt you!"

Bobby stared at him in disbelief.

"What? I was thirsty!?" He exclaimed.

Mia rubbed her eyes, "Fantastic, now we've got to worry about him coming after both of you."

"Better caffeinate up," Bobby raised his own coffee cup as a toast.

Two days passed in a blur of activity. Sam hadn't had any luck when he went to pay Jeremy a visit and after speaking with Bobby he was completely paranoid about Dean and Bobby getting any kind of sleep. Both Bobby and Dean were extremely sleep-deprived and overcaffeinated. They had tried every local college bar, club, library, arcade, and mall known in the area. Mia even staked out Jeremy's dorm pretending to be his out-of-town girlfriend waiting to surprise him but to no avail.

"According to his floor RA, he's been gone since the day, we interviewed him," Mia sighed as she climbed into the Impala after her stakeout, "no one knows where he went, he hasn't been to any of his classes, and he really doesn't have any close friends. I told them to call me the second he gets back but I really don't have high hopes."

Dean crushed his empty coffee cup angrily and threw it into the pile of foam cups that were currently taking up the majority of the front passenger seat, "DAMMIT!" he cursed angrily, "Where the fuck is this kid!?"

Sam hung up his phone, "Bobby doesn't have any new leads either."

"He's not a ghost, Sam, he can't vanish into thin air, he's gotta be somewhere! How did we track down Mia?"

Mia's ears perked at hearing her name.

"Bela did that for us, but she's not picking up," Sam rubbed his eyes tiredly.

"Fuck this," Dean growled, he laid back in the front seat. "I'm taking a nap."

"What are you thinking!? Jeremy's going to come after you!" Sam hissed angrily, forcing his brother to sit upright.

Dean swatted Sam's hands away. "That's what I want! If a lifetime of watching Nightmare on Elm Street films has taught me anything the final girl always faces him in the dream. I just need to remember I'm in control of my dream."

"There's no way you're facing him alone," Sam declared before plucking a fistful of Dean's hair.

"OW!" Dean called.

"I'm coming too!" Mia agreed and reached out to grab Dean's hair as well but he grabbed her hand.

"Hey! My head is not a flower garden for plucking!" He reprimanded, "Besides we need someone here to keep watch on us."

Mia pouted angrily, "Come on, Jeremy is way too powerful for the two of you, he's going to separate you and then you're going need my help!"

"That's exactly why we need you awake, you can keep us safe in case Jeremy hunts us down," Sam offered, "plus if you see us start to struggle you can try to wake us up."

Mia muttered under her breath angrily but begrudgingly agreed. She watched them drink the leftover tea they had from their expedition to save Bobby and pass out. She noticed that, unlike Sam, Dean, hadn't finished his tea. Mia caught the cup before it spilled and placed it in a cupholder, she then lay her head against the front seat and sighed. Her head lay next to Dean's and she watched him sleep soundly, he seemed peaceful for now. Her heart began to flutter as she realized how handsome he was even with the dark circles under his eyes and his five-o'clock shadow. Mia could admit to herself now she had feelings for him, there was something there amid all the teasing and arguing, perhaps there always had been. She contemplated what to do while she waited for the boys to wake up.

Dean and Sam awoke inside of the impala, Sam stretched out and yawned. He realized they were in the dream when he turned around to find the backseat where Mia had been sitting, empty. He nudged Dean and pointed this out.

The boys climbed out of the car and walked away. Instead of the residence building parking lot, they were suddenly in a crowded ballroom with an instrumental cover of Dream A Little Dream of Me playing. Sam frowned in confusion at this change and looked around, the surroundings looked familiar but he couldn't place it exactly. Dean, however, immediately knew where they were and avoided eye contact with Sam muttering that they needed to keep moving. The brothers made their way across the dance floor until a figure crashed into Dean.

Sam snickered in surprise, the person was Mia wearing the lavender ballgown she wore a few cases back when they had to infiltrate an event with Bela Talbot. She grabbed Dean's hands with a huge smile on her face and tried to pull him onto the dance floor. "Come and dance with me!"

Dean winced and released her hands, "Maybe some other time."

She pouted then smirked seductively, "Come on, Dean, I'll take you back into the manager's office and we can hide under the desk again."

At hearing these words, Sam snorted loudly and burst into laughter. Dream Mia was completely unphased, but Dean shrunk away in embarrassment and took off towards the hallway of the ballroom with Sam on his heels, still laughing.

"This is exactly why I didn't want you to come, I can't control the random shit that pops into my head," Dean muttered angrily.

"So, do you have feelings for-"

"No, no, no. We are not talking about that, not now, not ever, and you are not going to tell anyone what you just saw. Got it?"

"Dean, it's not-"

"GOT IT?"

"Yes, whatever, I won't tell her," Sam put his hands up in surrender. He continued to smile at how ridiculously funny this situation was.

The ballroom around them faded into a wooded area, and Jeremy appeared behind a tree.

"Hey, you!" Sam called and chased him down with Dean close behind.

Dean sprinted into a wall and realized he'd walked into another dream, leaving Sam to face Jeremy alone, just as Mia predicted. "I hate when she's right," he sighed.

He was in their motel room and saw himself stand up from the desk and walk over to him.

"Have I always been this handsome?" Dean joked anxiously.

The doppelganger glared back, "We need to talk."

"I get it, okay? You're my greatest fear because I'm my own worst enemy," Dean rolled his eyes, "this is very cliche you know."

His double chuckled darkly, "Joke all you want, you smart-ass, I know you, I am you. I know how much you hate yourself, hell that's why you won't listen to Sam's ideas on how to save you. You don't want to be saved, you know you deserve this, to die, to rot in hell."

Dean winced, "You're not real, this is my dream, I'm in charge here and I can get rid of you with the snap of my fingers." He snapped but nothing happened. "C'mon, Dean, just wake up," He said to himself, pleadingly.

Back in the real world, Mia noticed Sam and Dean moving in their sleep. Sam had started breathing heavily while Dean was clenching hard as though he was under stress. She shook them both gently at first then more intensely while yelling both of their names then escalated to threatening to throw out all of Sam's plaid shirts and burn Dean's cassette tapes but still no response. Mia glanced around, the parking lot was fairly public with students nearby, if anyone tried to attack them it would be glaringly obvious. Dean began to shake violently and her decision was made.

"To hell with it," she muttered, plucking Dean's hair, tossing it into the leftover tea, and chugging it back. Mia crashed instantly and hurriedly climbed out of the Impala.

This time she stepped into what looked like the bathroom of their motel room. Mia frowned, she couldn't understand why she was there until she heard Dean's voice coming from outside the door, she opened it a crack to see two Deans circling each other in the room.

"I get why you won't save yourself," one of the Deans taunted, "there's nothing worth saving. Who's even going to miss you? Sam? Mia? Bobby? Trust me, they're better off without you. Look at what being near you has done, huh? You couldn't save Sam, almost lost Mia because of your own stupidity, and if you don't succeed here then Bobby is circling the drain too."

"Shut up!" the real Dean exclaimed.

"What? You know I'm right? Are you getting mad now? You ain't gonna do anything to me, you're just a kid trying to please Daddy. Do you even have original ideas or were you just trying to be a clone of your dad? Please, your car, jacket, books, music, they're all in ode to him and he couldn't care less. It was always about Sam, he was the one Daddy really loved, not you, you're worthless. You were just his blunt little instrument. Your father never cared if he lived or died, why should you?"

Dean froze and Mia decided she'd heard enough and didn't care if Dean was pissed at her.

"SHUT UP!" She screamed at the double, emerging from the bathroom. Real Dean whirled around in confusion.

"Dean, you know he's full of shit. You're not worthless, you've saved my life, Sam's and Bobby's and so many other people's lives your entire life. You've been more of a father to Sam than your own dad and you've blamed yourself for his faults for too long! You are worth being saved, you don't deserve to die!" She cried out.

Her words touched Dean and he felt a fury building up inside himself. Before his double could respond he slammed him against the wall.

"My father was an obsessed bastard! He put everything on me about saving Sam when he wasn't even around!" Dean grabbed a nearby bat and began hitting his double with it as he spoke.

"It's his fault, Mom died! It's his fault! I was just a kid and he dumped protecting Sam on me when it was his job! I didn't deserve that Mia's right, I don't deserve to die!" With his final words, he took out his gun and shot his evil self.

Mia cheered silently and watched Dean examine his double on the ground. Suddenly, the dream version of Dean's eyes opened pure black. "You can't escape me, this is what your fate is, you're gonna die and become just another demon for Sammy and Mia to hunt!"

The huntress walked over kicked Demon Dean and he keeled over. "You've had your fun, you dick, that's enough outta you," she snapped.

Dean stared at her in amazement, she smiled at him and then vanished into thin air. He looked around confused until he felt himself waking up.

Sam and Dean awoke suddenly, heavily panting in the front seat of the Impala. Mia put her hands on their shoulders. She'd been able to wake herself up a few minutes before the boys did and decided to let Dean think he'd imagined her in his head.

"You're okay, you guys just woke up. I tried to get you up earlier but nothing I did could rouse you. Did you get Jeremy?"

Sam nodded, "I found him and beat the crap out of him, and I was able to take power in the dream and sic his worst fear on him."

"What was that?" Mia asked.

"His dad was super abusive, he showed up and started hitting him and I think he scared quite literally to death," Sam explained.

Mia looked at Dean who seemed as surprised at this news as she was, "Let me guess, he separated you guys."

Dean nodded, "Uh, yeah, he locked me in a room, and left Sam on his own. I was trying to find a way to get out the whole time, then I just woke up."

Mia's eyes narrowed. Dean was lying but she couldn't expose this without exposing that she herself had been in his head so she kept quiet.

"All was clear out here," She offered.

"Thanks for keeping watch," Sam told her earnestly with a smile.

"No problem, I'll call Bobby and let him know the good news, I'm sure he's been looking forward to a nap," She grinned and pulled out her cell.

Dean inhaled deeply, "Sammy, I think this ordeal calls for celebratory drinks."

For once, Sam agreed without protest. "Yeah, I'm with you, man."

They arrived at a bar with a huge sign that read "KARAOKE NIGHT" to Dean's delight. He couldn't wait to hear the attempts to sing Stairway to Heaven. Mia sat on a barstool sipping her mixed drink and joking about how she towered over Dean who was standing below the bar. He laughed and then leaned close to her, making her cheeks feel hot.

"Can I ask you something?"

Mia nodded emphatically.

"You can't tell anyone I asked you this, especially not Sam, but did you take some dream root and show up in my dream?"

Mia pretended to think hard about the question, "No, I was standing guard. Why?"

Dean raised his eyebrows incredulously, "No reason, just thought it was interesting how I only remember taking a sip of tea and when I woke up the entire cup was empty."

She shrugged and puffed out her cheeks.

"I know you were there, dummy, I'm the one who taught you how to bluff, I know your tells," he laughed.

"Okay, fine! You guys were violently shaking and I tried really hard to wake you both up but I couldn't do it, so I just decided to hop in there and help you," She admitted reluctantly, "I was only going to be there in case you needed back-up but I couldn't let dream you say those things to you!"

Dean smiled adoringly at how flustered she was.

"I meant every word, you mean the world to Sam, Bobby, and me!" Mia exclaimed, "You've had way too much put on your shoulders, and you don't deserve what's happening to you!"

He took her hands in his and squeezed them. "Thank you," he said, "for caring about me that much. I was ready to just accept defeat until I heard your voice. You saved me from me, and for once I'm glad you ignored what I said to do."

Mia melted under the positive attention and could only give him a warm smile in reply. Sam returned from the washroom and Dean headed over to speak with him leaving Mia woozy.

"Sam?" Dean said sheepishly, "I, uh, I thought about what you said the other day and… I don't wanna die, or go to hell. I want to find a way to save myself."

Sam stared at him in surprise, "Alright, we'll find a way to save you. I'll see what Ruby can help us with."

Dean smiled and headed over to the bartender to order a round of drinks.

Sam sat beside Mia, both of them looking and feeling dumbstruck.

"Dean just told me, he wants to be saved," Sam told her still in disbelief.

"That's great!" She beamed but noticed Sam wasn't smiling. "Isn't it?"

Sam looked at her with a worried expression, "I'm scared it's too late."

She shook her head, "No, we'll find a way. Let's not even worry about that right now, we need a distraction."

Mia boldly downed her whiskey sour and hopped off of her stool.

"Where are you going?" Sam called out to her in confusion.

Mia continued forwards in silence until she reached the karaoke stage. She spoke to one of the DJ's while Sam watched in utter disbelief. What the hell is she thinking? He wondered to himself. Dean joined him on Mia's empty barstool and frowned as he glanced around quickly. "Uh, where did Mia go?" He inquired.

Sam said nothing in reply but only pointed his brother to the DJ booth where Mia was still in rapid conversation with the DJ. Before Dean could think to say anything, Mia was onstage with a microphone in her hands and a spotlight illuminating her figure.

Mia glanced into the audience and smiled brightly. "Hi," she began shyly, "I'm Mia, and I want to dedicate this song to my two closest friends, Dean and Sam, they're sitting up there at the bar."

At this, she waved to the boys who shot her mystified looks. The rest of the bar stared at her in amusement as karaoke wasn't due to start for another half hour. Mia had been able to bribe the DJ to let her start first.

"I'd love it if everyone would sing along if you know the lyrics!" She added as the track began to play.

The upbeat 80's pop ballad Break My Stride began to blare through the speakers and Dean groaned. He knew this song, very intimately, but he wasn't going to give Mia the satisfaction of him singing along, despite the fact he knew every verse by heart. Sam, on the other hand, grinned in recognition of the tune. Mia loved to torture Dean by playing it on repeat in rare circumstances where she got control of the music.

"Last night I had the strangest dream, I sailed away to China, In a little rowboat to find you, And you said you had to get your laundry clean, Didn't want no one to hold you, What does that mean?" Mia sang excitedly.

Some people at the bar joined in for the chorus, including Sam who laughed at Mia who was trying to get the bar patrons pumped up by jumping up and down on stage.

By the end of the first chorus, Mia had continuously gestured and called for Sam to join her onstage enough that Sam, against his better judgement, had walked up to the stage. Dean, however, rolled his eyes and took a sip of Sam's drink. There was no way Mia was getting him up there.

"You're on a roll and now you pray you last," Sang Sam awkwardly.

"The road behind was rocky, But now you're feeling cocky!" Mia shot back, in a more confident voice.

Together they both picked out Dean from the audience and sang aloud, "You look at me and you see your past, Is that the reason why you're running so fast?"

Sam felt completely embarrassed but was slowly easing into the performance, he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or just the carefree fun of the moment, but he began to stop caring what the people watching thought and sang the ballad at the top of his lungs like he often did in the Impala with Mia. Mia began gesturing and pleading for Dean to come onstage to join in.

He waved her off and called back that there were only two microphones. To which, Mia held her microphone out towards him, offering it up. Dean sighed as the chorus came to the near end he knew Mia was doing this to mess with him so he downed his drink and thought to himself fuck it. He walked up to the stage where a beaming Mia gave him her microphone and stepped off the stage to watch them from the side.

Sam smiled when he saw his brother reluctantly join him onstage and the two began to soulfully sing the bridge verse.

Dean pointed right at Mia accusingly and sang in harmony with Sam, "Never let another girl like you, Work me over, Never let another girl like you, Drag me under, If I meet another girl like you, I will tell her, Never want another girl like you."

"Have to say! No!" Sam sang before bursting into laughter.

She laughed from her spot as Sam and Dean delved into the chorus, the brothers were smiling at the ridiculousness of each other as some people in the audience sang along.

Mia's bright smile began to slowly fade away despite the laughter and music surrounding her. Her buzz wore off and she felt things hit her hard. What if Sam was right and it was too late? Dean would go to Hell and they would never have fun moments like this ever again. The Dean she enjoyed teasing, making fun of, and doing stupid things with, would cease to exist. She clutched the bar counter beside her for support as the boys finished off their song, all the while thinking of the gruesome way in which he would die and become exactly what she'd witnessed in Dean's dream.

A/N: We ended on a bit of a darker note but things promise to get juicier next episode! Thank you again to all my readers and reviewers! You are the best!

Next Chapter: Dean, Sam, Mia, and Bobby track down Lilith in Dean's final hours.