So instead of sleeping, you turn on your laptop and start researching. You need to solve the mystery of the amulet, which you found in Beatrice's bag. After a while you finally find it on some weird website.

The talisman is supposed to infect you, even though you don't touch it. It's enough to be in nearness and it will cause you nightmares and hallucinations. The most important thing is that it works only on women. Great.

Unfortunately there's nothing about how to destroy it. You groan in frustration as you close your laptop. Once you put your head in your hands, you start to feel sleepy again. So you stand up and walk to your bed. You are quite afraid to fall asleep because of the nightmares, but your brain is exhausted and you need to get some sleep, even if it was full of nightmares.

You don't sleep even for an hour, until you wake up, gasping for breath. These nightmares were much worse than the ones before. As you look around, you meet Dean's eyes.

"Are you okay, (y/n)?" He asks you, his voice is still sleepy and sounds very husky.

"Y-Yeah." You stutter and quickly walk to the bathroom to wash your face again. Dean follows you and leans on the doorframe, his eyes filling with worries.

"What's happened? Have you been having nightmares?" He asks you. You turn to him after you wash your face and just nod. You can't really look into his eyes because of the nightmares. Dean has killed several times you, your brother or your parents. He walks closer to you, wanting to hug you, but you put your hands in front of you, defending your personal space.

"No, I can't do this right now." You whisper with your eyes firmly closed.

"I'm just trying to help." He responds.

"Well, it's not really helping, Dean. You either ignore me or flirt with me, although you deny it. I can't do this anymore, so just leave me alone." You glance at him quickly before looking down at the floor. You stare at his toes and once you see them disappearing, you relief.

You stay in the bathroom for more than one hour, sitting on the cold floor and staring into the ceiling. Little tears are streaming down your face as you think about the nightmares. All of them have reminded you the worst cases, which you had screwed up, or your family, who is mainly dead except Charlie. They have reminded you Christian and some of them have even made your fears stronger.

When you think, that your legs are strong enough to bear your body, you shakily stand up. You yawn and stretch yourself, feeling the stiff muscles. As you walk back to the room, you glance at a watch – it's 5 am. You quickly change your clothes and put on some sporty ones. Before you head outside, you make a bun and grab your phone just in case the boys would wake up before you will be back. The chill in the air hits you at first, but you try to ignore it, wanting to get rid of the thoughts in your head. You turn on some music and turn off the world by putting on your headphones. You run fast, very fast, like you are trying to run away from the past. When you realize, that it's already 7 am, you start heading back, remembering the way this time.

As you open the door to the room, you meet Sam's eyes.

"Good morning." You greet him with a smile.

"Where have you been? I was just going to call you." He frowns.

"Sorry, I just went for a run." You shrug and want to open the door to the bathroom, but Sam stops you.

"Dean is in there." Sam says before he turns back to his laptop. He's sitting at the table, so you join him, while you are waiting for Dean till he gets out of the bathroom.

"Have you found out the address of Sadie Hufferson?" You ask Sam.

"Yeah, I already called her and she said that it would be okay, if we asked her few questions." Sam smiles at you.

"Great, so after I take a shower, we can set out." You nod and stand up, because you hear the water stop. You grab your FBI outfit and quickly brush your hair. Once you turn around, you freeze in shock. Dean is standing in front of you just with a towel around his hips. And the towel is freaking low!

You swallow hard and it takes a lot of effort to look up into his eyes and not to stare at his bare chest. It doesn't help you though, because his hair is still wet, which makes him even hotter. His eyes are filled with confusion and worries? You shake your head in attempt to turn on your brain again and walk quickly past him, locking yourself in the bathroom. This is going to be hard.

Yeeeah a bigger tension between you and Dean!:D I am so mean sometimes:D I hope you like it;) Let me know what you think about it! Votes and comments will be appreciated:D