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Y/n's POV; 3 Weeks Later

Sitting in your mythology class back at Stanford University, you just couldn't seem to pay attention. You spent the last week of your spring break at Stanford studying and waiting for your roommate to come back.

Now school is back in session and has been for around 2 weeks now. You couldn't believe it's been almost a month since you last saw Bobby, Sam and Dean.

Even though it's been so long since it happened, you found yourself going over every since moment in your mind. You've thought about that last kiss more times than you'd care to admit.

For some reason today was worse than most days though. There was just something in you that was telling you something was wrong and you had to go see them.

You tried to ignore it, Bobby and the brothers could handle themselves if something was wrong, but the feeling wasn't going anywhere.

"Ms. Y/l/n, would you like to join us?" Professor Jeffrey said bringing you out of your thoughts.

"Oh sorry Professor," you apologized for the millions time since spring break ended.

"Just don't let it happen again," he stated simply with a nod and continued with his lecture.

Writing as much notes as you could while he spoke, you just couldn't focus. You tried and tried but nothing seemed to make much sense. Dean's face kept on popping up in your mind, you could still hear his deep voice.

"You're so beautiful."

Your heart still ached whenever you thought about it and the thing is, you still didn't quite understand it. But thinking about those sweet words lightened the pain until you remembered some of his next words.

"Don't I have the right not to have sex with some girl?"

It was a weird how such few words could make your heart physically hurt so badly. You haven't been able to stop thinking about it no matter how hard you tried.

Luckily for you, this was the last class you had for the day so once Professor Jeffrey finished his lecture you bolted for the door.

"Ms. Y/l/n, a moment please," you heard none other than Professor Jeffrey's voice boom out.

Damn I almost made it, you thought with a sigh. You stayed behind while everyone else piled out of the classroom.

The man went around and sat down on his desk with his usual I-dont-give-a-fuck attitude. Even with that attitude, you knew he did care about his job and students.

"I normally don't ask students this but, did something happen over your spring break?" He asked you with concern in his brown eyes.

"No," you said a bit startled.

You haven't told anyone other than Bobby about what had happened, not even Morgan, your roommate. Not because of the supernatural thing, but because it hurt enough to think about let alone talk about.

"Hm well I've noticed you haven't been paying much attention in class and your grade has dropped quite a bit from that. What happened? Before spring break you were my top student," the Professor told you.

"I uh uhm I can't really talk about it," you said casting your eyes downwards.

"Alright, well if you decide you can then I'm always available to talk to," Professor Jeffrey said and you knew you were dismissed.

"Ok, I'll keep that in mind, Sir," you told him before making your way back to your dorm.

When you got to your dorm you noticed that Morgan wasn't here yet. This wasn't unusual though, she liked to stay out and party maybe even go home with a boy sometimes.

Morgan is a firey redhead with a short temper and quick wit. She's insecure and some would consider her a 'popular' girl.

She has become one of your closest friends. When you first met her, however, the two of you were more like enemies. But after the first year, you both broke down each other's walls and became practically sisters.

If there was someone you trusted to talk to about the whole Dean situation other than Bobby, it'd be her.

[Few Hours Later]

You were trudging through your homework when you heard stumbling footsteps and giggling coming from outside your dorm.

You looked up just in time to see Morgan and some boy toy burst in. They were all over each other, so much so it was almost hard to tell what belonged to who.

"Ahem," you said letting them know you were there.

"Shit!" You heard Morgan's voice say in surprise before untangling herself.

She looked over at you to and stopped seeing how upset you looked so she leaned over and whispered something in the boy's ear. You figured she must've told him to leave because he stormed off angrily.

"Well, he seems nice," you snickered.

"Nah, he's just a fuck boy who doesn't like to be told no," she said nonchalantly.

You laughed half heartedly, you tried to be upbeat but the bad feeling had you on edge and you couldn't stop thinking about what the Professor said.

"Alright, what happened?" Morgan asked plopping herself onto the couch where you were sitting.

"What? Nothing happened," you told her and she just gave you a disbelieving look. "I've just had a bad feeling all day, like Dad and the boys are in trouble and they need me," you said with a sigh.

Yes, you've told her about Sam and Dean but you haven't told her much. Just that you met these two brothers who were close to Bobby, what they were like and that they liked to travel.

"You mean Dean needs you," she said teasingly with a laugh.

"No! That's not what I mean" you said whilst rolling your eyes.

"Because you wove him," Morgan continued.

"I do not love him," you told her and she gave you a knowing look. "I might have a tiny crush on him though," you told her and she smirked.

"I knew it," she cheered. "My girl is all grown up," she said whipping away an imaginary tear.

"Whatever, it's late and I'm going to bed," you told her before getting up and heading to your bed.

"Ok, night girly, have sexy dreams about Dean!" Morgan called out to you shamelessly.

And soon enough, you fell asleep.

[Dream]

Everything was hazy, you couldn't tell where the floor ending nor the wall began or if you were indoors at all. Everywhere you looked you could only see white.

That was until you saw him.

That man in the trench coat. He was standing right in front of you, his blue eyes shining brighter than any star you've ever seen. His black hair a nice contrast to the pure white surroundings.

"You?" You exclaimed in surprise.

"Hello Y/n," the man said in a surprisingly deep voice.

"How do you know my name? Who are you?" You asked him.

"That is not of importance right now," he said vaguely.

"Like hell its not, you've been following me!" You accused.

"Yes, but you need to listen to me, Y/n, Sam and Dean Winchester need you. Go to them and do not leave their side until I say so," the mysterious man replied neutrally.

"How do you know about the Winchester's?" You asked suspiciously.

"Everyone knows about the Winchester's," he said plainly.

You were about to fire more questions at him but suddenly everything faded black and you jumped awake.

You bolted upright with you chest heaving up and down. Then you noticed what had woken you up, your phone was ringing. You picked it up, taking note that it was an unknown number.

"Hello?" You said into the device.

"Y/n? It's Dean, I need you."