The boys had arrived too at the hospital, and they had brought Bobby's work along to see, if he could help us get to the bottom of this.

"Hey, Bobby." Dean asked while Sam were out of the room. That uhm... That stuff, you know all the stuff with your wife? Did that actually happen?"

"Everybody get into huntin' somehow." He answered with a sad expression.

"I'm sorry." Dean said.

"Me too." I quickly chimed in.

"Don't be sorry." Bobby said sadly. Clearly it still hurt a lot. "If it weren't for you, I would still be lost in there. Or dead. Thank you."

We shared a brief moment of silence, before Sam came back into the room. "So stonerboy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he is long gone by now."

"He aint much of a stoner." Bobby told us.

"No?" Dean asked.

"His name is Jeremy Frost." Bobby started explaining. "Full on genius, 160 IQ. Which is saying something, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head."

"How can someone do that to their own child?" I asked in disgust.

"Here is father of the year." Bobby handed Dean and I a picture, and I could feel my anger start to rise. "Calm down, kiddo." I took a deep breathe. "He died before Jeremy was 10."

"Looks like a real sweetheart." Sam remarked.

"The injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand, he hasn't dreamt since." Bobby said.

"Until he started dozing the dream drug." Dean tried.

"Jep." Bobby agreed.

"How did he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?" Dean asked puzzled.

"Hey, he was rooting around my skull, God knows, what he saw in there." Bobby explained.

"How did he get in there in the first place?" I asked.

"Yeah, isn't he supposed to have your hair, your DNA or something?" Sam questioned.

"Yeah." Dean and I agreed.

Yeah." Bobby started. "Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. It was the dumbest freaking thing."

"Well, I don't know, it wasn't that dumb." Dean said chuckling slightly.

"Dean, you didn't?" I sighed.

"I was thirsty." Dean tried to reason.

"That's great." Sam exclaimed. "Now, he can come after either one of you."

"We just have to find him first." Dean reasoned.

"We better work fast." Bobby commented. "And coffee up cause if there is one thing, we can't do, its fall asleep."

It was two days later, and Sam, Dean and I were driving around in the Impala. We hadn't gotten any closer to finding Jeremy, and everyone was getting on edge from being up for so long without sleep.

"This Jeremy guy is not a freaking ghost, where the hell could he be?" Dean yelled irritable.

"Dean, you're sure, you don't want me to drive, you seem a little..." Sam started. "Caffeinated."

"Well thanks for the newsflash, Edison." Dean yelled back, as the phone rang and Dean took it. "Tell me, you got something."

"The strip club was a bust, huh?" I heard Bobby ask. Don't worry, I had waited outside, while they were in there.

"Yeah." Dean groaned irritably.

"That was our last lead." Bobby said.

"What the hell Bobby?!" Dean exclaimed startling me.

"Don't yell at me, boy." Bobby shot back. "I'm working my ass off here."

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Dean apologized. "I'm just... I'm tired."

"Well, who aint?" Bobby fired back.

"What has Bela got?" Dean asked.

"What do you got Bela?" I heard Bobby ask.

"Sorry, sometimes the spirit world is in a chatty mood, and sometimes it isn't." Bela said the background.

"She got nothing." Bobby delivered the message.

"Great!" Dean yelled. "Well, I am just gonna go blow my brains out now!" As he put the phone down, he kicked Baby.

We drove a little bit further, before Dean parked the car on a grassy noel, and looked as if he is trying to go to sleep.

"Alright, thats it." Dean turned off the car and laid back in the seat. "I'm done."

"What are you doing?" I frowned.

"Taking myself a long overdue nap." He responded with closed eyes.

"What?" Sam asked in doubt of what he just heard. "Dean, Jeremy can come after you."

"Thats the idea." Dean answered.

"Excuse me?" Sam and I said in sync.

"Come on, guys." Dean argued. "We can't find him so let him come to me."

"On his own turf?" I asked in disbelieve.

"Where he is basically God?" Sam continued.

"I can handle it." Dean responded.

"Not alone, you can't." Sam said as we both plucked some hair from Dean's head.

"What are you doing?" He asked in anger.

"Coming in with you." Sam said as he looked at the hair.

"Oh, no you are not."

"Why not?" Sam argued. "At least then it will be two against one."

"Three against one." I added.

"Oh no-" Dean tried.

"Don't even dare try to stop me." I stated sternly. "I sat out last time, I am not gonna do it again."

"Do you know how inappropriate my head is for a 15-year old?" Dean tried to reason.

"I guess, I will have to find out then." I said as I downed the drink.

When I opened my eyes again, I was laying on the floor of a hospital.

"What the-?" I muttered. "Sam! Dean!" No response. Okay I guess we are doing this the Wolfblood way. I tried to use my Eolas.

Bad idea. A loud ringing noice made me fall to the ground holding my ears tight.

"Okay, I could probably have told myself that." I muttered as I stood back up.

"Who are you, freak?" I heard a stern demanding voice from behind me.

I turned around to see a middle aged man with dark brown hair and a beard. He was wearing a jacket that was identical to the one, Dean wore all the time.

"Who are you?" I mumbled.

"I believe, I asked first." He pointed a gun at me. "Now, who are you and how do you know my boys?"

"Your boys?" I asked with wide eyes. "Oh crap, you're John Winchester."

"Damn straight, they told you about me?" He asked with a mad expression.

"I read some of that journal of yours." I answered calculated, as I tried to study the terrifying man, who I never thought, or rather hoped, I would meet, that was standing right in front of me.

"So you are a thief and a monster." He loaded the gun.

"Wow wow wait." I put hands up in surrender. From what I had read in his journal and from the things in there, he didn't seem like the understanding type. "I know Sam and Dean because they are helping me get back home."

"Yeah right, like they would ever help a monster." He mocked.

"No, no it's true." I said, my eyes wide in fear. "I met them at Bobby's and they are helping me get home, and I help them with the hunts, we find in between."

"So you don't just want to believe, they are helping a monster, but that you are also hunting your own kind?" He shot me in the arm making me scream in pain. "Did you actually think, I was gonna believe that?"

"One can hope, right?" I gritted my teeth, as he walked up to me and punched me in the face.

"You see, the only reason why I haven't killed yet," He threw another punch, "is because I don't know what you are yet." I fell backwards and lifted my good arm to see blood running from my lips. "But I guess we will just have to try them all then."

I sprinted away with gunshots echoing in the hallway behind me. I had to keep running until I had gotten the bullet out of my arm, so when I saw my chance, I took it. I dug my claws into the wound while biting down on my belt to prevent myself from screaming.

"Come on, boys." I hissed in a low volume. "Hurry."

I heard John approaching faster, so I climbed up in the ceiling and jumped down on him as he was right under me. I had my claws and fangs out, and I bit and clawed him as much as I could, before he threw me off.

"You really believe they care about you?" He chuckled in a menacing manner. "They are just waiting and itching to kill you, for you to lead them straight to your pack and kill them all."

"No." I growled, as I could feel my eyes glow and my veins turn black. "They would never-"

"They are hunters." He stated coldly. "That is what I trained them to be, and the fact that you fell for that," He chuckled mockingly, "It's pathetic."

"No," I growled, itching to jump straight at him.

"They are my boys and you have known them for a month." He pointed out with no emotion present in his voice. "Who do you think knows them best?"

"NO!" I flew right at him and then, just before I hit my target, darkness.

All three of us shot up from our slumber, panting.

"So, he is gone?" I asked to be sure.

"Yeah." Sam breathed out. "He is gone."

I had stayed behind in the car, whilst trying to process, what I saw in Dean's head. Should I tell them? I mean, it was their father, but then not at the same time. I had managed to hide to gunshot wound from them until now.

"Did something happen?" I asked as they got into the car with sour expressions on their faces.

"Bela stole the Colt." Sam said angrily.

"She what?" I asked in shock. What did she need the Colt for?

"We will get it back." Sam assured me.

"Sam." Dean said in a completely different tone.

"Yeah?" Sam answered.

"I have been doing some thinking and..." Dean hesitated. "Well the thing is... I don't wanna die. I don't wanna go to hell." I hugged Dean from behind.

"Alright." Sam's voice was close to breaking point. "Yeah. We will find a way to save you."

"Okay, good." Dean answered in a broken voice too. "What about you, Leona?"

"What about me?" I frowned as I loosened the hug.

"What did you see inside my head?" He asked the dreaded question. "You weren't with Sam or with me, and you took the root too, so what happened?"

"I'm not sure, you wanna know." I muttered making them both look back at me in concern.

"Leona, what happened?" Sam asked with an extremely empathetic and worried voice.

"I was in a hospital, and I saw..." I hesitated. "I saw your dad."

"What?" They asked in sync.

"He was there, and he kept on calling me a monster, and saying that you just waited for me to lead you to my pack, so you could kill all of us, cause that was how he raised you." I explained. "He's a scary man."

"Did he hurt you?" Sam asked while Dean processed the information.

"He shot me in the arm and punched me in the face, but my face has already healed, and I got the bullet out." I answered.

"Listen to me." Dean looked me straight in the eyes as I sat with my arms around my knees. "You are not a monster, and we will not kill you or your pack, you have our word on that, okay?"

"Okay." I croaked out while nodded.