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I sit beside Dean waiting for him to wake up. He's been in this comatose state for a week and Cas still can't see him. "Sam, where the hell is Cas? He said he'd be right back, it's been three days." I ask him as he paces in front of the motel window. He stops and looks at me, "I don't know and I wish I did." He says and goes back to his pace. Jackson comes running to me, "Mommy, out." I pick him up, He doesn't understand yet but it's not safe to go out, with Crowley unaccounted for and Cain out running a muck somewhere. "Olivia, I think maybe we should try injecting him with Jackson's blood, while he's lik this." Sam says still facing the window. I look into my son's eyes, Dean's eyes. I know we have to at least try, I just don't want to hurt him.

"Can we make a run for something that will make him sleep through the poking needles into him?" I ask Sam. "Yeah, I'll go. Don't open this door for anyone. I'll knock three times when I come back." He says heading out. Addy comes out of the bathroom, "Hey where's Sam going?" She inquires. "Making a run for supplies." I say bouncing Jackson on my knee. "How is he?" Addy says sitting at Dean's feet. "I don't know. I wish that damned angel would get his ass back here and figure this out." I say frustrated to all hell. "Why do you think Castiel couldn't see him?" She says. "Addy if I knew that I wouldn't be so damn pissed off!" I shout at her. She quickly looks down and gets quiet. "Addy I'm sorry." I apologize to her. "I know Olivia, all this stuff is new to me. I mean reading through their dad's journal is like reading some syfy movie." She described our life quite well to be honest.

Jackson runs over to Addy and begins pulling her hand. She goes off and keeps him occupied. I sit and stare at Dean, I don't know if he's in pain or not. Why is he still like this? I hear three hurried knocks followed by Sam shouting, "Olivia hurry up!" I jump and quickly open the door. Sam rushes in shoving a bag into my arms. "Sam what's going on?" I ask him as he starts packing his and Dean's bags. "Demons. There here and ther're coming. Look we need to head to Kansas, now." He says. "Wait, how do you know demons are coming?" Addy asks holding Jackson. "It's in the air, there's a smell. Here come here." I say opening the door to reveal, a rotten egg sulfur smell. She shuts the door, "I've smelled that before. Does that mean they've always been around me?" She says.

Sam and I nod. I quickly start packing our bags as Sam takes them to the cars. "I'll take Dean in the Impala, you take them and follow me." He says. I nod and he carries Dean to the car and we leave a trail of dust behind us as we leave the motel parking lot.

        Dean's POV

I look around, where the hell am I? I was just in the motel with Cain. Son of Bitch, what did he do. Where's Olivia and Jackson? And Sam?  "Dean, you need to wake up. I can't see you out there." I hear Cas say beside me. "Cas what the hell. What do you mean out there?" I ask him. "Your dreaming, Dean." He calmly says. I look out and I see Olivia pushing Jackson on the swing. "I'm dreaming of a playground, nice daddy mode kicked in. I don't even get any pie in my dreams." I say. "Dean, this is not a game. I can't stay long, I'm losing the connection. Wake up Dean." He says before fading away.

"Cas! Cas!" I shout. How in the hell am I supposed to wake up, I didn't even know I was dreaming. I walk around the park and watch as Olivia plays with Jackson. This is my dream? Where's Sam? "Alright come on Dean, wake up." I say out loud. I wonder if it'd true what they say about almost dying in a dream and you wake up. I walk  towards Olivia, "Liv?" She looks up at me and smiles while waving me over. I walk over to her, "Hi." I say. I mean what do I say to my dream girlfriend. Girlfriend? Is that what she is? We've never discussed that. "Dean, Wake up." She says cupping my face. "How? I ask. "Olivia, slap me." I say. She steps back shaking her head, I grab her by her arms forcefully. "Damn it, Liv. Slap me!" I shout as I shake her. She backs up and slaps me as hard as she could.

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