You stare out the window throughout the entire car ride, lost in thought. It's complete quiet, most likely due to your brothers not knowing what to say to you. You continue to stare out the window, you eventually grow tired and begin to dose off. Tired from everything, you had encountered earlier that day so you end up falling asleep almost instantly.

You find yourself in a dream, however; you weren't expecting to be in a hotel. It was old, but still seemed new. You walk down the halls, allowing your feet to take you to a location, but the more you walk, the more you notice a shadow pass by and enter one room. You pause and slowly approach the old rotted door and grabbed the rusted door knob yanking it open expecting to find something on the other side but when you step inside the room nothing was there except old furniture worn to the springs and cobwebs all over the walls and in every corner of the room. Shaking your head, you turn and step out but in the corner of your eye you see something staring in a spot in the room. You turn back around and gasp at the gnarly sight. A figure stood with its back turned away from you, it had three arms, torn shorts and feet so clawed and pointy that you would think it was some sort of amphibian. Three arms protruded from it's sides, one side had two while the other had a singular arm. Slowly it turned a growl escaped from its throat, angry. You want to move but your legs simply wouldn't let you, your heart skips a beat in your chest. You can't think, can't run. In fact, you are in fear of your life. It runs at you but your legs still refuse to move, but just as it swings at you, the dream fades.

You bolt awake in a cold sweat, your heart still pounding from the nightmare you just endured. Your brothers turned to you with worried expressions. You come to realize that you are back in the real world and the creature you saw in your dream was nothing more than your imagination.

"Are you okay back there, kid?" Sam asked.

"Huh?" You responded. "Sorry, I'm just a little shaken."

"You had a nightmare, didn't you?" Dean asks. You pause briefly, wondering how Dean knew about having a nightmare. "Don't look too surprised. I raised Sam since he was an infant. I know when one of my family members is having nightmares."

"Why would you even care?" You ask, you had just met your brothers and now here they were acting all concerned about you. It was so claustrophobic that it wasn't funny.

"Because I'm your brother, plus I'm the oldest, so I'm always right." Dean said. You scoff and glance at Sam, then back at Dean.

"No, it doesn't." You and Sam say synchronously.

"Yes, it does." Dean argued.

"Can we just get on with this battle?" You beg desperately to change the topic.

"First, we need to ask around, identify what we're dealing with," Dean responded. "Starting with the witnesses who saw that Rabbi combust, hope you know what to do and that you have a fake ID." A sudden thought had occurred to you, Vedetta and Lexine packed everything for you but you aren't certain if you had fake ID's. Opening your bag, you went through most of your personal items and pull out a wallet with unicorns on it. You open it and pull out a fake ID.

"I was not expecting that." You said.

"I'm sorry. Is that a unicorn wallet?" Sam asked. You turn as red as a tomato while you quickly stuff your wallet back in.

"Let's not talk about it. So what's the plan?" You question ignoring Sam's stares.

"Sam is going to talk to an employee in the library, your going to come with me and we're going to talk to those college students who witnessed everything." 

***

You and your brother walk into the campus pub and approach two young women wearing matching uniforms. They dressed you up in a pan suit while Dean was dressed in a suit. You and your brother show off your ID's to the young ladies who nod and agree that they'd answer questions you have. The attractive girls you and Dean spoke with are really getting on your nerves especially when Dean was trying to ask the questions.

"He was a nice old kook." the first young lady said a petite blonde.

"Yeah, really nice." agrees the petite brunette girl.

"Kook? Explain." Dean said simply.

"Well, he'd talk a lot to us, himself, to anyone who would listen," the blonde says. "He talked constantly about this secret war and.."

"Can you please get on with it?" You say. "You two are so perky that it makes me want to throw up." The girls stop talking and look at you, then at Dean, because of that outburst, Dean glanced over at you with an eyebrow raised. "What? They were taking forever."

"Sorry about that," Dean said. "She's new. Continue with your story?"

"He was obsessed with Nazis." The brunette says.

"However, he said they were special Nazis," the blonde continues. "Necromancers."

"Necromancers?" You still grow impatient and are close to getting bored when you glance at a different table and noticed a bearded man with a fruity drink and pink umbrella sat down at the table. Something about this guy hit a soft spot and you wanted to understand what his deal was. You tell Dean to just keep on questioning the girls while you make your way over to the table and sit down.

"Can I help you?" You ask. "Cause you seem to stare at my brother."

"Oh, um.." the man said. "I thought your brother, and I had a thing.." You feel incredibly uncomfortable at the thought of the guy crushing on your brother but shrug it off. At least the guy hadn't been hitting on you. "Um, well, I should probably go." You simply nod your head and the stranger leaves just as Dean approaches you.

"What was that all about?" Dean asked.

"It seems someone has a crush on you, Dean." You say.

"W-what?"