Sam and I decided to make our way over to the hospital after having researched for hours, but turns out, Dean had the same idea. He was sitting and watching over Bobby, when he turned around to face us.

"How is he?" Sam sighed as we made our way over to the table.

"No change." Dean answered with clear worry in his voice. "What ya got?"

"Considering what you told us about the docs experiments, Bobby's wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense." Sam started.

"How so?"

"Silene Capensis, also known as African Dreamroot, has been used by shamans and medicinemen for centuries." I added.

"Let me guess, they dose up, bust out the didgeridoos and start kicking around the hackey?" Dean said making absolutely no sense.

"Not quite." I started again. "If you believe the legends, it's used for dreamwalking."

"Entering another person's dreams," Sam added. "Picking around their heads."

"Thats taking that we believe the legends." Dean said in doubt.

"When don't we?" Sam argued. "Look, dream walking is just tip of the iceberg."

"What do you mean?"

"Dreamroot is some serious mojo, you take enough of it and with enough practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger. You can control anything. You can turn bad dreams good, good dreams bad," I added gaining some very confused looks. "What?"

"You know Freddy Krueger?" Dean frowned.

"You don't think, I watch Scooby-Doo all the time, do you?" I commented.

"So kill people in their sleep." Dean shrugged.

"For example." Sam answered. "So lets say this doc was testing this stuff on his patients-"

"Someone gets pissed at him," Dean finished. "Deciding to pay a little visit, he goes nighty night."

"What about Bobby?" Sam questioned. "I mean, if the killer came after him, how come he still be alive?"

"I dont know." Dean sighed.

"Can I try something?" I asked coming up with an idea in my mind.

"What do you wanna try?" Sam asked puzzled.

"Some wild Wolfbloods have an extra ability called Ansion." I explained. "It's kinda like Eolas, but stronger and you can see into people's past with it." I sighed. "I thought maybe combining Eolas and Ansion, I could maybe see Bobby or figure something out, we don't know."

"Will it hurt him?" Dean asked in a serious manner, that made me frown.

"No, of course not." I stated. "I wouldn't do anything that could hurt him."

"Fine then." Dean hesitantly said.

I laid my fingers on Bobby's forehead whilst concentrating on reading his thoughts. I could feel how I was being shut out, but I kept trying, before I fell to the floor with the feeling of a thousand crows in my head.

"Leona!" Sam yelled as they helped me back on my legs. "Are you okay?"

"Headache, but other than that, yes." I panted.

"What happened?" Dean asked frantically. "Did you find anything?"

"No, I'm sorry, but I didn't." I took my head. "It was like I was being shut out."

"So how do we find a homicidal Sandman?" Dean asked as we walked down the corridors of the hospital.

"It could be anyone." Sam started.

"Yeah, anyone who knew the doctor, had access to his dreamshrooms." Dean added.

"Maybe one of his test subjects or something?" Sam wondered.

"Possible." Dean argued. "But his research is pretty sketchy, and I don't know, how many subjects he had, or who all of them were."

"Just great." I mumbled.

"What?" Dean questioned as he saw the look on Sam's face.

"In any other case, we would be calling Bobby and ask him for help right now." Sam sighed.

"Know what, you're right." I looked at Dean like he was a mad man.

"What?" I frowned.

"Let's go talk to him." Dean said as if it was that simple.

"Sure, I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided." Sam looked at his brother puzzled.

"Not if we're tripping on some dream root." I shared a look with Sam as we finally understood him.

"What?" Sam still asked.

"You heard me." Dean simply stated.

"You wanna go dream walking inside Bobby's head?" Even though I understood what he meant, it still sounded weird.

"Why not, maybe it can help." Dean argued.

"We have no idea, what's crawling around in there." Sam said back.

"How bad can it be?" Dean asked.

"Bad!" Sam and I said in sync.

"Guys, it's Bobby." Dean argued.

No one said anything for a moment, before Sam said; "Yeah, you're right."

"Where are you gonna get African Dreamroot?" I asked. "I mean, I know you have a lot of things in the trunk, but given that you didn't know about it until today, I don't think you have any."

"Exactly, we don't." Sam agreed. "Unless you have someone who can scores it."

"Crap." Dean said as he clearly got an idea.

"What?" Sam questioned his brother.

"Bela." Dean cleared.

"Bela?" Sam was confused for a moment.

"Crap." We said in sync.

"You actually suggest, we ask her for a favor?" Sam asked.

"Last time, you talked with her, you were ready to kill her." I pointed out.

"It makes me fell dirty just thinking about it, but yeah." Dean argued as he walked away.

Sam and I just looked to each other and sighed, before following Dean.

"What is he doing?" I looked up from my notebook and whispered to Dean, as I heard Sam moaning in his sleep.

"Oh, this is too good." Dean laughed. "Wonder who he is dreaming about."

"Maybe Bela?" I joked making us both laugh.

"I should probably wake him." Dean said as his laughter died down. "Sam, Sam, Sam wake up!" Finally, Sam shut up from his desk, wiping the drool away. "Dude, you were out." We both chuckled. "You were making some serious happy noises. Who were you dreaming about?"

"What? No one! Nothing!" Okay, I didn't need my special abilities to know he was lying, which just made me giggle even more.

"Come on, you can tell me." Dean tried. "Angelina Jolie?"

"No!" Sam quickly defended.

"Brad Pitt?" Dean suggested making me burst out laughing.

"No! No. It doesnt matter." Sam looked over at me. "Quit it, Leona."

"Like I would." I giggled on.

"Alright, I called Bela." I saw Sam tense up at those words. Wait, did I actually guess the right thing?

"Bela? Yeah?" Oh, it was definitely her. "What'd she... You know, say? She's gonna help us?"

"Shockingly no." Dean revealed.

"Which puts us right back to square one." I added.

"I am trying to decipher the doctors notes." Dean said. "Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you." Sam moved around awkwardly. "You wanna come help me with this stuff?"

"Why aren't you helping?" He tried to put the attention on me.

"Because I can just read with seminormal handwriting." I argued. "If Dean can't read it, I don't think I will be more help."

"Sure." Sam got up." Yeah, yeah just give me a sec."

Then we heard a knock on the door. We all turned to look as Dean opened the door. He looked back in a hard to read face, but it surely wasn't a happy one. "Bela, as I live and breathe."

"You called me remember?" Bela asked while she walked in the room.

"I remember, you turning me down." Dean argued.

"Well, I'm just full of surprises." She said.

"Hey Bela, what's going on?" Sam said very rushed, barely looking up at her.

"Hey Bela." I greeted from my bed.

"Hey," She greeted me back. "I brought your African Dreamroot." She handed Dean a jar. "Nasty stuff and not easy to come by."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" Dean asked suspicious.

What? I can't do you a favor every now and again?" She asked as she took off her coat, making Sam look after her longingly. I had to bite my lip to not crack up laughing.

"No, you can't." Dean stated sternly. "Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach them."

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right?" She asked making Dean nod. "Well, I am doing it for him, not you."

"Bobby? Why?" Dean questioned.

"He saved my life once. In Flagstaff." She bit her lip. Dean looked to Sam, who shrugged. "I screwed up, and he saved me. Are you satisfied?"

Dean looked over at me to confirm. "Her heartbeat didn't change, so it seems like she is telling the truth.

"So when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?" She asked in anticipation.

"Oh, you are not going anywhere." Dean answered as he walked over to the safe, with the Colt in, to keep the Dreamroot safe. "I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head. No offense."

"Technically, she has been in your car." I muttered earning a glare from Dean.

"None taken." She said clearly pissed. "It's 2 am, where am I supposed to go?"

"Get a room." Dean suggested. "They got the magic fingers. A little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view, you'll love it."

"You..." She hissed and quickly took her bag and coat.

"Nice seeing you-" Sam tried but the door closed before he could finish. "Bela."

Sam prepared the drink and came over to the beds with it, when I noticed something. "Why are there only two cups?"

"Because you are not going." Dean said as he took his cup.

"Come on!" I yelled. "Are we still at this?"

"Leona, it's not that, I don't trust you." Dean started explaining. "When we have downed this, you lock the door and run over to the hospital. When Bobby wakes up, you call us, okay?"

"Fine." I sighed. I still wasn't a fan, but at least I was a part of the plan.

"Should dim the lights and sync up 'Wizard of Oz' 'Dark side of the moon'?" Dean joked.

"Why?" Sam chuckled confused.

"What did you do during college?" Dean asked in doubt.

"What's college?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later." Sam told me, as Dean almost started to drink the concoction. "Wait, wait, wait. We can't forget this." Sam pulled out a small paper bag from his pocket. "Here." He took something out of the bag and gave it to Dean.

"What the hell is that?" Dean frowned.

"That's Bobby's hair." Sam revealed.

"We have to drink Bobby's hair?" Dean looked disgusted.

"That's how you control, who's dream you are entering." I started explaining. "You drink some of their uhm body."

"Okay, how do you know that and then not know what college is?" Dean questioned me.

"Because I did research with Sam on this." I smirked.

"I guess hair is better than other parts of their body." Dean shrugged, as they threw in the hair. "Bottoms up." They cheered before downing the whole thing, immediately falling asleep.

I checked that they were fully asleep, before I took one of the keys to the room and my jacket and sprinted over to the hospital. I snuck past the front desk, since to be honest I couldn't remember Bobby's fake name. There are so damn many to keep track of.

I sat by his bed and waited for him to wake up, when suddenly he did.

"Bobby?" I rushed to his side. "Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here, kiddo?" He croaked out.

"Well, Sam and Dean haven't exactly gotten me home yet." I chuckled. "Its good to have you back." I gave him a hug.

"It's good to be back." He hugged me back. "Now, what did I say about chick-flick moments?"

"I thought that was Dean's thing." I giggled as I let go. Dean. Sam. Calling. I found the burner phone, the boys had given me and quickly found their numbers, which wasn't exactly difficult, since there were literally three numbers. Sam, Dean and Bobby. "Hey, Dean. It worked. He is awake."