You watched as the hunter put the piece of paper in a small wooden box and slipped it under your workbench in your basement.

"Disappearing spell. It can make whole neighbourhoods disappear from everyone but the spell caster's view and whoever they choose to see it. Although it works best with smaller places. Perfect for, say, a vampire's nest or a shifter's hideout," He said, standing up. You nodded thoughtfully.

"So where are you going when you're done here?" You asked, leading him up the stairs and out of your basement.

"Back to my place in Sioux Falls. Gonna have to recover after searching for a hiding place for all these babies for months," He replied, retrieving another paper from his jacket.

The memory suddenly stopped, leaving you standing in the hallway disoriented, but soon regaining your balance. Dean looked at you expectantly.

"The basement," Was your short answer. With that he made his way to the basement door, opening it and descending the stairs. You followed close behind but was quickly greeted by the dead shifter, still in your body. Your thoughts wandered to the two bodies upstairs as well, and you shivered. Never had you had this many dead bodies in your house. Scratch that- you've never had dead bodies in your house. And now there were three.

"Under the workbench," You said, shuffling past the shifter's body. Dean wasted no time getting on his knees and reaching below the bench, quickly retrieving the small box. He brought it into the light, opening it and dumping the paper into his hand. He handed it over to you wordlessly, and the next memory appeared before your vision.

You took a sip from you lemonade, the hunter taking his own sip from beneath his bearded face. You had made some of the sweet drink at your own suggestion. The hunter was hesitant at first, but when he tasted your lemonade, he was glad he did. You didn't like to brag, but you made the best lemonade in the town. Okay, maybe you did enjoy the bragging a little, but doesn't everyone?  The hunter set his glass down, retrieving yet another paper from a small folder in his jacket. You groaned, receiving a sheepish smile in return.

"Sorry, but yes, I do have a few more," He said. You sighed and set your own glass down, leading him to a spot you knew would be safe.

"I've got a good spot. I recently discovered it and I doubt I'll ever peek in," You said, leading him to the grand stairs and lifting up the third stair. Nodding, he slipped the paper inside and you closed the secret compartment, giving it a strong push for good measure.

 "This one is particularly dangerous," The hunter said, "It can block out the sun for however long the spellcaster wants." You played with the hem of your shirt as you followed him somewhere else in your house, not realising what you were doing until you recognised your living room. 

"What next?" You asked, turning to the hunter. But he was gone, and instead you saw a pool of blood on your floor, dripping from somewhere. Your eyes travelled upward, following the blood until they landed on one body. The body of Sam, still lying on your couch. You recoiled on instinct, the atmosphere growing instantly dark. The walls around you suddenly shot up, growing and growing until they loomed above you and your room, making it seem a lot smaller. 

You backed up, trying to find something stable to grasp, but only finding the last remnants of your table, melting into your hands as it grew hotter and hotter. You felt yourself panicking, unable to comprehend what was happening. 

You tried to scream out for help, but nothing came out. Images of you appeared on the walls, shouting out your cry for help with an evil twist, as if they were mocking you.

You shot up from your position on the floor, the first thing you saw being Sam slice some creature off of you and stab it in the back.