Life with Dean and Sam Winchester.

Back home with Sam and Jules

--Sam--

I've never had to console a hysterical woman before, so I lacked the skills. I didn't know how to cheer up Jules even the tiniest bit, so I could at least get her to eat. Every time I mentioned her eating she went off and threw things at my head! I knew that it was just the grief talking though. And that's what she was doing, grieving over her child. She was tormented with worry and grief for Keyla and Gabby.

Within my thoughts, I didn't feel her sitting beside me. I didn't notice until she had pressed herself against me. I immediately wrapped my arms around her as she began to doze off. All I could think about was; How are Keyla and Dean with the search?

--Juliette--

*Dream*

"Momma?!" Her tiny voice shouted at me, calling for me. I whipped my head around, looking for my daughter. I could only see blackness, no light what so ever. Tears pooled in my eyes as I stumbled towards the voice. I couldn't see, I could only hear. I felt helpless.

"Momma?" She called again. This time I could see her. She was in the arms of another, a pale figure with fangs. My imaginations version of a vampire. I couldn't believe my eyes, my daughter had grown in my dream. She was now about 15, her hair reaching her bum, eyes shining, pale skin and fangs. She had become one of them.

"Gabby?" I called out on disbelief. She smirked, and beckoned me closer. As I reached her, her smirk grew evil, menacing. She flashed behind me, and held me in a steal embrace. Her hand pulled my neck to the side, positioning her fangs against my skin. As she bit down, I screamed and jolted myself awake...

**

I ripped myself from Sam's arms, tears streaming down my face. 'How could my mind play such an evil game on me?' Sam gave me a questioning look, and so

I placed my hands on each side of his neck and projected my dream to him. His eyes widened towards the end, his mouth agape, opening and closing like a fish.

"So that's their plan?" He asked finally.