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Awakening from an outlandish stupor, Odessa De Los Santos lurched forward with encompassing eyes. Her skin was laminated with a sheen layer of sweat, her chest was heaving as she stared off into the distance. There is the indistinct sound of muffled voices, and turning to her right is when she is accosted with the film 'From Hell It Came'. Her hands traveled on the smooth texture of rumpled, cotton duvets, and a surge of bewilderment swept over her bones. Her hands swiftly halted when welcomed with the slick surface of skin. Turning to face the man who lied beside her, his legs were sprawled and concealed by the tan-colored sheets, Odessa's breathing hitched as she spotted his discarded clothes. They weren't Dean typically wore, and this deepened her concern. She couldn't have been unfaithful, she would've never threw away her relationship for some man who didn't matter to her. Upon further inspection, Odessa's apprehension diminished as she noticed this man was Dean.

Swinging her legs over the bed, she disregarded the befuddlement and grabbed the nearest article of clothing she could find. She quickly dressed herself from indecency and ambled outside the unfamiliar room. The living room was dark and when she flipped the switch beside her, she couldn't recognize the interior of this house. She'd never been inside this home before, never stepped foot on these floorboards. Her heart was racing. She didn't know how she got here, didn't know where she was, and didn't know why she wasn't dressed. Circling around, she grabbed the closest phone and dialed the only phone number she could think of. "Odessa? What's going on?" Sam's confused tone rang through the phone.

Odessa stopped pacing back and forth. "I don't know. I don't know where I am," She said, clutching the phone firmly. Sam's confusion hastily transformed into unease, asking what happened to her. "The djinn—it attacked me." She whispered into the phone, pinching the bridge of her nose, clearly agitated.

She could hear Sam chuckle from the other end. "Gin? You're drinking Gin?" He asked, amused. What the hell was Sam talking about? Did he forget what they were hunting?

Scoffing, Odessa retaliated, "No, dumbass, the djinn, the scary creature. Remember? It put its hands on me, and that's the last thing I remember. I woke up next to Dean, and I don't know what's happening."

Sam laughed. "What? Odessa, you're drunk. You're drunk-dialing me."

Furrowing her eyebrows, Odessa sneered into the phone, "I'm not drunk. Quit fucking with me."

"Look, it's late. Just get some sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Odessa attempted protesting, but Sam quickly ended the call before she could utter another word. Odessa stared at the illuminated screen with perplexed eyes. Nothing was making sense, and she couldn't think of any possible solutions. Shoving her phone inside her jeans, she grabbed the addressed mail on the table beside her. There, written neatly in black ink, was Dean's name and the address of the home she somehow appeared in. Lawrence, Kansas? How the hell did she end up in Kansas? Flipping to the next envelope, and the next one, were her name.

"Babe, what're you doing up?" Dean's rugged voice reverberated through the room, and the sound of his voice was enough to partially ease her worry. Whirling around to face him, she placed the mail back on the table. Dean was running his fingers through his disheveled hair. She reached for her necklace, but was welcomed with nothingness. Glancing down, she gasped at the sight of her bare arms and chest. The absence of her emblems was peculiar, she'd grown accustomed with the convoluted patterns when she was a child. And now looking like this, with this unacquainted image, she didn't like it and felt uncomfortable. Dean stepped forward and glimpsed down at her with adoration. "Can't sleep, huh?" Odessa chuckled apprehensively, and nodded rigidly. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Dean smiled softly. "We could head back to bed, see if there's anything I could do to help." His tone was suggestive, and for a moment, Odessa actually considered obliging.

"Yeah, sure. Just give me a minute, you go ahead." Dean nodded, then pressed his lips against hers. Odessa didn't respond as graceful as she typically would've, but he didn't notice and made his way back into the room. Sighing in relief, she padded off to where a large bookshelf was placed. Scanning over the several framed pictures, her heartbeat skipped as she examined photographs of the both of them on dates they never went on, places they never visited. One in particular stood out; Dean was making the same expression he always made when she made some cheesy comment. He was grinning ear to ear, as if the sound of her muttering 'I love you' in his ear was the only thing he needed to ever hear again. His eyes were twinkling with contentment, and crow's feet formed around his eyes. Her hand was intertwined with his, and she was perched on his lap, lips brushing against his ear as she mumbled something while smiling. She couldn't think of anything more beautiful than his happiness in that picture.

Smiling softly, she unlatched the frame from its secure hinges and yanked the photograph from inside, folding it up and stuffing it inside her pocket. Her gaze traveled to another photograph, someone she thought she would never see again. She grabbed the frame and inspected it closer, and she could feel her stomach flutter. Dropping the picture, she hurried outside the house and didn't care if the glass shattered into dozens of pieces. Rushing outside, she searched for the Impala on the desolate streets.

<<>>

Distressed and disturbed, Odessa finally found the home from the photograph and pounded her knuckles against the wooden door. When she didn't received the immediate response she wanted, she began repeatedly pressing down on the doorbell. She flinched as the porch light unexpectedly switched on. The door swung open, and Odessa's eyes widened, her breathing hitched. Moira De Los Santos wearily adjusted her silk robe, bewildered at the sight of her daughter standing on her porch so late. "Odessa," She asked, "What are you doing here? Are you all right?" She reassuringly reached for her shoulder, and Odessa restrained the urge to flinch away from her soothing touch. She couldn't believe her eyes. Her mother was alive, standing right in front of her.

Odessa swallowed the lump in her throat. "I don't know." She answered truthfully. She didn't know. Nothing was making sense. Her mother was alive, watching her as any concerned mother would. Dean was different, he didn't feel the same. Sam spoke to her as if she were insane and didn't know what the hell she was talking about.

Moira pulled her inside. "Well, come inside. Dean just called and said you just took off all of a sudden." Odessa couldn't move, and she didn't want to. She was afraid her mother would disappear from the abrupt movement. The image of Moira hadn't sunk in yet, and she wasn't sure if it was ever going to.

"Dean? Right," She muttered. Her gaze hadn't shifted from Moira's brown eyes. "When I was little, and Costello broke his arm because of me, what did you tell me after father yelled at me?"

"Sweetheart, I don't understand—"

"Just answer the question." She didn't mean for her voice to sound hostile, but Moira didn't appear to mind.

Moira smiled softly. "I told you mistakes happen, but allowing yourself to become haunted by them won't change the past."

Odessa's expression lightened and she released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "I don't believe it." She murmured breathlessly. Jaunting forward, she stretched her arms wide and enwrapped Moira into an unwavering embrace. She closed eyes tightly, savoring the warmth of her mother. She inhaled the familiar aroma of Moira's perfume, relishing the intimacy of the fragrance. Moira released a strangled groan from the momentum of Odessa's grip.

"Honey, you're scaring me," Moira said, clutching Odessa's shoulders and attentively scrutinized her daughter's features. "Now, just tell me what's going on." She finally understood. The djinn's touch must've manifested this fictional world. If this were true, that meant this was fictitious. None of this was authentic, her mother wasn't real, but instead an embodiment of the djinn's doing. But it felt real, and it looked real.

Odessa shook head, temporarily disregarding those thoughts, and smiled radiantly. "Nothing's going on. I'm fine, trust me. It's just that I missed you, I really missed you." She enclosed Moira once again, wrapping her arms entirely around. Never did she think she would see her mother again, and to have mom hugging inside an actual home was something she didn't think would ever happen. "God, you're even more beautiful than I remember." She muttered, and reluctantly released Moira from her embrace.

She didn't bother to hear Moira's befuddled response, and walked over to the large bookshelf that contained a variety of photographs. There were some of Moira and Drexel smiling wonderfully, and Odessa examined the smile of her father. She didn't think she'd ever see him smile without the usual tint of malice and malevolence. Her mother in possibly the most exquisite wedding dress she'd ever seen captured Odessa's attention, and a picture of both Odessa and Costello in graduation attire, and another picture of the siblings smiling brightly at the camera in what appeared to be a coffee shop. "Costello and I went to high school," She whispered to herself. "Never thought we'd get the chance to have a childhood."

"Odessa, you've been drinking. I'm gonna call Dean and have him come pick you up, okay?" Moira reached for the telephone on the nightstand, but was stopped as Odessa pressed the phone back down, frantically shaking her head she protested her mother's actions. She didn't want to leave, she didn't want to go back to the unfamiliar place she was supposed to call home. Moira eyed her with scrunched together eyebrows. "Are you sure you're okay?"

The raven-haired Guardian's authentic grin widened as she nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I just don't wanna leave. I missed this place, I just missed you, that's all." Moira slowly nodded, still appearing apprehensive. "I'm okay, I swear. Just go to bed, and I'll see you tomorrow."

Moira smiled, pressing a kiss Odessa's temple. "All right, I love you."

Odessa's heart lurched. "I love you, too, mom."

<<>>

Odessa was experiencing the world she'd never thought she could've initiated in. Well, after she had attempted to understand whatever the djinn manifested. Speaking with a professor of University of Kansas, she didn't receive much useful information, only questioned if she were drunk. She learned djinn's were godlike and could possibly have the ability grant wishes, even those unsaid. Everything was relatively normal, excluding the outlandish woman dressed in a white dress. When she returned home back to her mother, they spent a majority of the time conversing just about everything a daughter and mother could converse about.

As Odessa was placing the plates in the sink, Moira's voice rang through the air. "Sweetheart, Sam and Jessica are here!" Her grasp on the glass plate loosened and dish collided with the floor, shattering into pieces. Sprinting outside, Odessa's bare feet thumped on the concrete of her mother's sidewalk. Arms spread wide, she enwrapped Jessica securingly. She didn't she'd ever meet Jessica, regardless as much as she wanted to, and here she was. She was even more beautiful than Sam described her. "Good to see you, too, Odessa." Odessa laughed and continued with her embrace. "Okay, I can't breathe." She squeaked, and Odessa quickly released her. Jessica's hair was golden, curled in bouncy ringlets and her eyes resembled the sea.

Grinning, Odessa smacked Sam's shoulder, and he winced. "Sam! Oh, I missed you, and—and what are you wearing?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows, and glimpsed down at his clothes. "Doesn't matter, we can change you later. Where'd you guys come from?" She asked, thrilled.

"We just flew in from California—"

"California! Stanford, I forgot. Oh, my God, you're in law school." Jessica snickered from beside her as Sam exchanged a bewildered glance. "Okay, we need to change you into something doesn't look like it came from the early nineties. And Jess, you look beautiful, and I'll do your makeup after you're dressed." Disregarding Sam's offended expression, Odessa grabbed his forearm and began pulling him to the porch. "Don't give me that look. You are not going to your mom's birthday dinner looking like this."

"Odessa, I look fine—"

"No, you don't." Stepping inside, Odessa immediately froze. "Where's Dean? Please tell me he didn't forget."

Moira appeared from the doorway, applying her diamond earrings. "Don't worry, I already called him. He should be here soon." Odessa smiled in relief, and guided Sam through halls she had memorized just hours prior.   

Moira appeared from the doorway, applying her diamond earrings. "Don't worry, I already called him. He should be here soon." Odessa smiled in relief, and guided Sam through halls she had memorized just hours prior. She tossed him tuxedo and exited the room before she witnessed him undress. Jessica appeared at the end of the hallway, motioning for Odessa to follow after her. In her hand was a plastic bag from the drugstore, a pink box inside. The two of them made their way inside the bathroom, which Odessa hadn't had the time to admire before Jessica was fishing inside the plastic bag.

"I brought what you asked for. And don't worry, I made sure Sam didn't find out." She didn't have time to ask what the blonde meant by because she hurriedly placed the pink box on her palm. Eyes scanning the words on the label, her breathing hitched. "I'll be outside. Call me when you know." Jessica sent her a pursed smile before exiting the restroom.

Odessa's hands shook as she re-read the label. 'Pregnancy Test' was printed in bright pink letters, and under that was some stupid slogan she didn't bother read. Could she possibly be pregnant? In this insanely vivid manifestation, could she have the ability to carry a child? She didn't think she'd ever have children, the life of the Organization and her position didn't make decisions as permanent as this possible. Most Guardian's didn't live past the age of thirty, so the idea of children didn't necessarily pass her mind. But as she stared down at the stick in her hand, images flooded of the beautiful possibility.

Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, she concluded there was only one way to find out.

<<>>

"Wow," Dean said, examining the gourmet with furrowed brows. "That looks awesome." Around the table, everyone laughed and Odessa rolled her eyes skyward at his immaturity. Glancing around the table, everyone looked stunning, especially her mother. Everyone was dressed in their finest attire, jewelry on display for everyone to see.

Sam chuckled, raising his glass of red wine. "All right. To mom. Happy birthday." The six of them raised their glasses of wine, Odessa raising a glass of water instead, and wished Mary a happy birthday. She watched as Jessica and Sam smiled, kissing each other tenderly. She had never seen Sam so happy before.

"I was worried about you last night." Dean whispered as she sipped her water.

"Oh, I'm good. I'm really good." Glimpsing down at the unusual meal placed before her, she grimaced. "What do you say we get both of us some cheeseburgers?" She asked, snickering as she toyed with the asparagus with her fork.

Dean nodded frantically. "Oh, god, yes. How did I end up with such a cool chick?"

Odessa feigned contemplation. "I just have really low standards, really low." She whispered back, smiling wondrously as Dean laughed and planted an affectionate kiss on her lips.

Sam cleared his throat, gathering everyone's attention. "Jess and I actually have another surprise for mom's birthday. Uh, you wanna tell them?" He asked Jess, and she mumbled something along the lines of them being his family. "All right..." He trailed off, and raised Jess' hand for everyone to see. All four women around the table squealed and leaned in closer to examine the diamond on Jessica's finger. Odessa and Moira pushed back their chairs and immediately embraced Jessica, congratulating her.

"Oh, god, I'm so happy for you!" Odessa practically shouted as Jessica pulled back.

"Thank you," The blonde said, "You are definitely helping me plan this wedding. You did amazing with yours and I loved your centerpieces, so I wanted to do something similar—" Odessa froze in place. Eyebrows furrowed, she turned to face Dean, who was speaking with Sam. She'd been married to Dean Winchester? She was now referred to as Odessa Winchester? Hurriedly looking down at her finger, there it was, glittering in the golden lighting. A diamond ring placed on her finger on a day she couldn't remember. When her gaze moves back to Jess, she is greeted with the distinct sight of the woman in white across the dining room. Jess' voice has become muffled as Odessa speeds over to where the woman is standing, but by the time she reaches the woman, she's suddenly gone. Halting, she stares at the emptiness in front of her.

Redirecting her attention back on her family, they were all staring at her with understanding eyes; she'd been drinking.

<<>>

When Odessa and Dean declared their farewells to the remainder of the six, she couldn't help but Dean's alternative expression. She didn't understand. His jubilance could've been detected within miles, and now here he was, sulking on the couch with an anguished expression. Opening the fridge, she grabbed the only beer in the fridge that she'd seen Dean repeatedly drink and handed it over to him, watching as his mood lightened slightly. "My favorite," He muttered, "I guess you know me pretty well."

Odessa gave him a pursed smile as she sat down beside him. "Afraid so, which also means I know when something's wrong. So, you all right?" She inquired, pulling her knees to her chest. She knew this incorporated his conversation with Sam hours prior. She'd never seen someone heartbroken before, and when Dean refused to maintain a conversation with her, she knew something evidently wrong.

He looked down at his hands. "Sam and I—we don't get along." He said, and Odessa didn't know how to respond. When picturing either of the Winchesters, she always imagined the other brother their side. She had never seen Dean without Sam by his side, and she had never seen Sam without Dean by his side, and she didn't want to see them without each other. They were a notorious duo, and they couldn't be separated. "I can fix things with Sam. I can make it up to him."  

Odessa pursed her lips, glancing down at where the intricate designs used to be. "I'm gonna say something, and it isn't going to make any sense," She began, "I feel like I've been given a second a chance, and considering everything in the past, I don't wanna waste it. I've been given a chance at the life I've always wanted, but never got to have," She paused, recollecting her jumbled thoughts. "So, if I've been given this chance, I must be worthy of being saved, right?"

Dean stared at her, bewildered. He didn't say anything at first, and she began wondering if she scared him, but then he sighed heavily. "You're right, that doesn't make sense, but everyone deserves a second chance."

"Even if I've done terrible things in the past, things that would change the way you look at me?" Dean shifted to face her properly, and he opened his mouth before Odessa hastily intervened. "I'm not a good person, Dean. I've never been a good person, and now, I can't help but feel like my past is gonna come and bite me in the ass. I don't deserve redemption, I don't deserve a second chance." She whispered, her hand clutched her chest. "I don't deserve any of this."

In a world so savage and cruel, people with hearts strung with gold and touches so delicate, they didn't survive the barbaric methods of reality. As of now, Odessa was worried she was becoming one of the fallen victims. She was steadily crumbling, and she didn't know if she could continue with these haunting nightmares, the persistent burning of her own skin, the continual feeling as if something catastrophic was going to happen. Hastily rushing on her feet, she secured her waistband of her robe and quickly made her way to the doorway. Ignoring Dean's protests and questioning, she opened the door and dashed outside of the incommodious house.

<<>>

Odessa seemed to have a tendency of performing ruinous actions before thinking; such as hunting the djinn alone, pretending she wasn't stuck inside this alternate universe, and barging out of her manifested home without proper attire and shoes. Repeatedly rubbing her arms in hopes of igniting some form of warmth, she stared down at the concrete sidewalk intently, making sure she wasn't going to accidentally step on pebbles or glass.

From the distance, she could decipher the distinct voice of an anchor speaking of some anniversary taking place. The glass panel displayed a series of televisions showcasing the same images—images of an airplane and mourning people. Odessa paused, puckering her eyebrows together as she listened attentively to the anchor's voice. "And today marks the anniversary of the crash of United Britannia Flight 424. Indianapolis residents held a candlelight vigil in memory of the one-hundred-and-eight passengers and crew who lost their lives." 

"No, no. I stopped that crash." Whirling around, Odessa swiftly returns to a cafe where she noticed a series of computers. Upon entering the cafe, she received several peculiar stares, to which she merely disregarded. Unlocking the screen, she began typing rapidly on the keyboard. She searched for the article of plane crashing, the comatose children, the parents mutilated by the clown, the little girl who drowned in the inn's pool. They were all dead. Every single one of these innocent's lives ended so Odessa could have a normal life. There, on the screen, was the little girl named Tyler who she saved months ago smiling into the camera. She wouldn't be able to smile into a camera anymore.

From her peripheral vision she could see the woman dressed in white passing by the windows, remaining unknown to those who weren't capable of seeing this apparition. Odessa didn't know why this woman was following her, she didn't recognize her in the slightest, but this was the third time seeing her so this must've been crucial to solving her predicament. Jumping from her seat to follow the woman, Odessa nearly tripped on her own feet.

When exiting the cafe, she was greeted with nothing but a wintry breeze and desolate street. With her lack of enhanced hearing, all she could decipher was the indistinct conversations from inside and the faint honking from the streets several blocks away. She thought the unidentified woman surely would've been outside waiting for her, as any ominous ghost in a horror movie would, but she wasn't. Concluding she was going to have to make the decision every girl in the movies make seconds before dying, she prepared herself for some kind of altercation she apprehensively ambled in the direction of the sketchy alleyway.

Releasing a gasp and instantaneously backing away, she thoroughly examined the horrendous spectacle of decaying, emaciated skeletons hanging by their wrists on the fire escape. The woman suddenly appeared once more with her unrelenting stare before vanishing into the ambiance.

<<>>

Odessa couldn't contain the brimming hysteria much longer as she stumbled as far as she could with her weakened legs, which wasn't very far. She staggered and collided with the nearest payphone and swiftly entered the change she discovered on the floor. She dialed the only number she could think of and hopes he would answer. "Hey, it's Costello," Odessa closed her eyes and savored the sound of her deceased brother's voice. "Sorry I couldn't come to the phone. I probably won't call you back, but you can leave your message after the beep." That would be something he'd say with his usual arrogance and good-hearted humor.

She hadn't heard her brother's voice in two years. Hearing it for the first time in so long felt like surge of disheartening nostalgia. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she attempted to gather her composure. "All of them...everyone we ever saved, everyone me and the boys saved...they're all dead." She muttered, "There's this woman haunting me, and I don't know why. I haven't figured out the connection yet. It feels like my old life is coming after me, like it doesn't want me to be happy. How twisted is that?" She paused for a moment, thinking back to her old life. "I know what dad would say, 'Go hunt the djinn, if it put you here, it can obviously put you back. Your happiness is worthless compared to all those people's lives.'

But why? Why do I have to be the one save everyone's lives? I don't want to be some hero, I just want my family back." She could hear her own voice waver and crack, and she despised it. She despised being so weak. "Mom was supposed to here, dad was supposed to be here, and you're supposed to be here, Costello." She sniffled and wiped her cascading tears. "Dean's supposed to be in love with someone good for him, Sammy should be married, and Mary and John never should've died. Why do we have to sacrifice everything? I can only take so much—" The dial tone filled her ear, and she closed her eyes tightly. "Yeah. I know." She knew what she had to do.

<<>>

Odessa knew this version of her mother didn't possess any form of silver that could've been used as a lethal weapon. In this alternate universe, she didn't wield her whip or engraved blade, which would've been useful. She, however, did know someone who owned silver utensils that would've easily made an immaculate substitute. Opening the window of Mary Winchester's home, Odessa hastily swung her legs over the sill and grimaced as she knocked over an empty vase. Waiting for some form of negative reaction. When nothing happened and no one appeared, she quickly entered the dining room. There, no less than fifteen feet away from her, was the cabinet she knew where Mary stored her silver.

Quickly opening the miniature doors, she stuffed two of the knives into her underwear's waistband. She needed to fasten her pace, she couldn't be in this place for another second. Regardless of whatever she wanted, Sam seemed to have the intention of solely slowing her down. She could easily hear his heavy footsteps descend the stairwell, and she could effortlessly overhear his attempts to sneak up on her. From her peripheral vision, she could see him raise his baseball bat high and swing it back.

Rolling her eyes skyward, Odessa rapidly pivoted and seamlessly dodged Sam's swing. Clutching the fabric of Sam's blouse, she momentarily lifted him from the floor and swiftly brought him back down, grinning in satisfaction as he groaned upon crashing against the floor. The bat clattered as it rolled off to the side. "That was so easy I'm embarrassed for you." She said, watching as she struggled to escape her grasp.

"Odessa," Sam asked, completely puzzled. "What the hell are you doing here?" Fluidly, Odessa hoisted herself and Sam in one swift motion.

"I think it's pretty obvious," She retaliated, "I'm stealing your mom's china. I didn't think I needed to explain." Sam furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion as he flipped the light switch on. "It's not that big of deal, I just owe a guy some money. I have to bring the cash in tonight." Sam opened his mouth to respond, but she quickly intervened. "Sam, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you and Dean don't get along. And I wish I could stay and fix all of this, but I can't. I have to do this, people's lives depend on it."

Sam no longer appeared infuriated, but, instead, concerned and frightened. "What are you talking about, Odessa?"

Odessa ignored his question, and feigned a smile. "Doesn't matter. Can you tell my mom and brother that I love them?" She inquired, "Because I have things to take care of, and I won't be around to tell them myself." Making her way to the door, she gave Sam one last smile. "I'll see you around, Sammy." Unlocking the door, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Hopefully."

Sitting in the driver's seat of the Impala with a sickening sensation bubbling in her stomach, she began pondering her incoming decisions. Could she do this? Here she was outside of her boyfriend's dead mother's house, aware she was sleeping just a few away. Her family was alive, and she could see her brother as much as she wanted. But was her happiness actually worth lives of all those innocent people? Of course not.

From beside her the passenger side of the Impala opened and entered Sam Winchester. "Get out of the car." She demanded.

"I'm going with you."

"Seriously, get out of the car. I didn't make that melodramatic speech just so you could just ruin it," He didn't say anything and continued staring off into the obscure road. "You're just going to slow me down. This is dangerous and you could get hurt."

"So could you."

"I don't matter, you do. So, get the hell out and live your life."

"Look, whatever stupid thing you're about to do, you're not doing it alone. And that's that." He said, "You're like my little sister, and I can't let you do this alone." 

  Odessa pursed her lips. "Okay, fine." She said, "But I don't want to hear you bitching later." 

<<>>

"What's in the bag?" Sam questioned aloud, inspecting the brown paper bag perched beside her.

She shook her head, gaze fixated on the road. "Nothing, don't worry about it." Sam frowned, grabbing the paper bag and began unwrapping it to see the contents inside. Odessa's eyebrows raised. "You definitely don't wanna do that." Sam muttered some sarcastic remark as he pulled out the jar suffused with lamb's blood, his cynical expression diminishing as he scrutinized the liquid and asked what the hell it was. "It's blood. Don't worry, it's not human. But, seriously, you don't wanna know."

Sam frantically shook his head. "No, I do really wanna know. I really, really do."

Odessa half-shrugged. "I needed a silver knife dipped in lamb's blood because I'm going to kill a creature called a djinn. There are things in the dark, bad things, sort of like nightmare things. And when I kill these things, I save people."

Sam seemed utterly terrified. "I want to help you. I really, really do. But you're having some kind of psychotic breakdown, so I just—" He yanked his phone from his pocket and began dialing some unknown number. Rolling her eyes again, she rolled down the window and grabbed the phone from Sam's grasp, tossing it out and refrained from laughing as she heard it shatter in the distance. "What the hell was that, Odessa? That was my phone! I was just trying to help you!"

"And protect me?" She rhetorically asked.

"Yeah!"

She sighed heavily. "When will people realize I don't need protecting," She mumbled to herself. "I told you I didn't want to hear you bitching, so sit tight and try not get us both killed."

<<>>

Odessa flashed the beam of light in every direction as they ambled inside the abandoned factory, the one that brought her into this mess. The concrete was damp and suffused with decades-old trash, and the stench was absolutely horrid. "See? There's nothing here, Odessa." She continued to disregard his comments and proceed with her path. "Look, Dean's got to be worried sick about you, Odessa. Come on. Let's just go."

Halting in place, she peered over her shoulder and shot him a glare. "Will you shut the fuck up, please?" From the distance there was a high-pitched whimpering that could be deciphered. "Stay behind me and keep your mouth shut." She carried on with the path she followed before and was greeted with a familiar sight. There were the same decaying skeletons from the fire escape, an empty blood bag attached to her their necks.

Flashing her light to the side, the woman that had been haunting were in the same position as the other remains. "Oh, my god, it's her." She whimpered, and Sam was seconds from yanking her wrists from the ropes, but Odessa stopped him, shushing him as she motioned to the overcasting shadowing walking to where they stood. The girl began crying as she questioned where her dad was, attempting back away as far as she could. The djinn's ashen skin with the multiple tattoos was a familiar spectacle as Odessa intently watched the scene unfold. The djinn mumbled something as he caressed her cheek, a mystical blue smoke appearing from his fingertips. She seemed to become unconscious and the djinn inhaled the scent of her hair and arms. They both watched in disgust as the monster yanked the tube from the blood bag and began consuming her blood. Sam groaned in disgust, and, much to Odessa's dismay, the djinn immediately turned to face the source.

She grabbed his arm and pulled him under the staircase, watching as the djinn checked their last spot before disappearing at the top of the stairwell. "This is real? You're not crazy?"

Odessa didn't answer, only speaking to herself. "She didn't know where she was. She thought she was with her father," Apprehensively walking to where the girl was hanging from, Odessa eyed her curiously. "What if that's what a djinn does? They don't grant wishes, they just make you think it has." Glancing up, she stared the lightbulb above. There were flashes of brief images—images of her resembling the girl. "What if I'm like her? I think I'm tied up here somewhere. I think this is all in my head." Odessa didn't hear Sam's pleads for a second, and she continued to ponder aloud. "I think it's feeding on me. What if that's why she keeps appearing to me? She isn't a spirit, but more like flashes of reality. I'm in here, with her, and I'm in a catatonic state. None of this is real."

Sam began pulling Odessa where they came from. "Okay, you were right, and I was wrong. But we need to get out of here."

Odessa hastily yanked her arm from his grasp. "I don't think you're real."

Sam stole a glance at the stairwell, almost as if he were expecting the djinn to suddenly appear. He grabbed the lapels of her robe. "Do you feel that? You feel this? I'm real. This is not an acid trip. I'm real, and that thing is gonna come down here and kill us for real. Now, please!"

Odessa wasn't fazed by his pleas. "There's only one way to be sure," She revealed the silver blade from her waistband and Sam immediately backed away. "It's an old wives' tale. If you're about die in a dream, you'll wake up. This may be crazy, but I'll wake up. Either I die or I wake up, one or the other."

"This isn't a dream. I'm here with you now, and you are about to kill yourself, Odessa."

She pointed the blade to herself. "I'm gonna wake up, and even if I don't and this is all real," She paused, "I'll maybe get to see my family again."

"WAIT!" Sam's expression altered entirely. From her peripheral vision, she could see Moira appear from the darkness, in the gown she wore the day she died. Dean appeared, then Costello. "Why'd you have to keep digging? Why couldn't you have left well enough alone? You were happy."

Moira stepped in front of her, cupping her cheek as any mother would. "Put the knife down, honey."

Odessa's eyes brimmed with tears. "You're not real. None of it was real."

"It doesn't matter. It's better than what you have now." Moira said, "It's everything you want. We're a family again, and you're starting your own family." Moira stole a glance down at Odessa's stomach. "Let's go home."

"I'm gonna die, aren't I? The djinn will drain the life out of me in a couple of days—"

"But in here, with us, it'll feel like years, like a lifetime. I promise." Moira whispered, "No more pain, no more fear. Your past is gone and won't here anymore. Just love and comfort and safety." Odessa leaned into her touch, and closed her eyes. "Odessa, stay with us. Get some rest."

Costello stepped forward, and Odessa's heart stopped. "You don't have to worry about Sam and Dean everyday. You get to watch them live a full life." He paused, smiling softly. "Watch me have the full life I didn't get to have."

Dean stepped forward now, planting a kiss on her lips. She didn't respond. "We can have a future together, have our own family." Odessa released a shaky sigh. "I love you, Essie. Please. Haven't we done enough? Why is it our job to save everyone? I'm begging you. Please give me the knife."

Glimpsing at all of them, Odessa genuinely considered accepting the offer. This was everything she ever wanted, the life she never got to have. A life where her past didn't justify who she was. She would forever be with those she loved, always loved and safe. Her fallen family, her brother, were here begging her to stay by their side. This was the life she wanted.

This was the life she didn't deserve.

She stepped back and sniffled away the burning of her eyes. "I'm sorry." And she raised the knife and plunged the blade inside her abdomen.

"ODESSA!"

She could feel her eyes gradually flutter open, resembling the sensation of a thousand pounds, and she could hear her own strangled gasp escape her dried lips. She was welcomed with the blurred face of Dean Winchester, his eyes wide and overflowing with fear and dread. She couldn't feel her hands, and for a brief moment she thought they were gone. She heard Dean sigh in relief, and his face instantly ease. "Is she okay," She murmured, disregarding the burning of her throat. "Did you find her?"

Dean gingerly touched her skin as if she were seconds from crumbling apart. "Oh, thank god," She heard him mumble, "I thought I lost you for a second." Dean confessed.

Odessa winced as he carefully removed the needle from her throat. "You almost did." She whispered, "You almost did." Dean pulled a blade from his pocket and began slicing the ropes. From behind him she could see the fiery blue eyes of the djinn. "Dean!" She managed to shout, but immediately suffered the consequences. The altercation between Dean and djinn resulted with him accidentally letting go of the blood-tipped knife as he was tossed against the staircase. Odessa grunted as she pulled down on the ropes until they snapped from the pressure. Her wrists burned and she was certain they were bleeding.

Grabbing the blade from the ground, she hurried to where the djinn restrained, his hand extended with blue flames. Raising it high, Odessa plunged the edge inside his ribcage, twisting it. As she yanked it back out, the djinn fell to the floor and was submerged in a pool of its own blood. "Are you okay?" She asked Dean.

She heard footsteps from behind, but she didn't bother turning to face the source. She could feel herself losing energy by the second, and she couldn't feel her legs anymore. Losing her balance, she collapsed, but was caught by a pair of sturdy arms. "You have to find her," Odessa uttered, "Find the girl."

Sam held her firmly, nodding as he tucked some of her hair behind her ear. "Okay, we'll find her right now. I'm gonna take you back to the Impala," He reassured, "You're okay, you're safe now. Everything is okay now."

Swallowing the lump lodged in her throat, she chanced him a weary glance. "Is it?"