One, two, Freddy's coming for you. My eyes snapped open and I shot up into a sitting position my gaze locking on the familiar boiler room in front of me. "Oh great," I muttered quietly, "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Three, four, better lock your door.

The covers were thrown off me by a harsh wind making me let out a yelp. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Almost out of my control my legs slipped off the bed, my bare feet hitting the cold metal ridge flooring. Seven, eight, better stay up late. The cold of the floor was a great contrast to the scorching heat from the open furnace in front of me. Nine, ten...SCREECH! Never sleep again.

That dark chuckle sounded from behind me making me spin around and lock my gaze on that familiar form. Once again he dragged his knife glove across one of the many pipes, SCREECH. "Wake up, wake up, wake up," I begged myself quietly before my eyes locked on the furnace again before I threw my hand out and into the fire. A scream escaped my lips at the pain before...

I shot up in bed again and my eyes snapped to the alarm clock, 6:45. With a small groan I turned the alarm off so that it wouldn't go off in fifteen minutes before I slipped out of bed and headed into my bathroom. It wasn't a surprise to me when I saw the dark circles under my eyes, but I still let out a small groan at the sight.

Glancing down at my hand I grimaced at the glistening skin that had been burnt before I turned the cold water on and held my hand under it. I let out a small groan as the pain shot up my arm but I clenched my jaw and glared into the mirror. "You up yet?" a deep voice called as my bedroom door opened to reveal my older brother, Glen who made his way over to my bathroom. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," I nodded slightly before grabbing a bandage from the cupboard and wrapping it around my hand.

"What happened?" Glen asked curiously.

"Forget it," I told him irritably before I turned to him and forced a smile, "It's nothing, honestly." And with that I pushed him out of my bathroom so that I could get dressed.

"She's been having nightmares," Glen explained to his girlfriend Nancy as I sat in silence in the back of his Cherry-red Cadillac convertible next to Nancy's friend Tina.

"Did she say what they were about? Cause I had a nightmare last night too." Tina asked curiously as I ran a hand through my hair tiredly. The car pulled to a stop in one of the parking spaces and I hopped out easily before freezing on the spot.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you," My head snapped around to the kids playing jump rope, "Three, four, better lock your door. Five, six, grab your crucifix. Seven, eight, gotta stay up late. Nine, ten..."

"Never sleep again," I finished quietly.

"That's what it reminded me of," Tina commented as she put a hand on my shoulder, I jumped slightly and looked at the older girl. "Worst nightmare I ever had. You wouldn't believe it."

"Matter of fact, I had a bad dream last night myself..." Nancy told us as she held Glen's hand. "You okay Cassie?"

"I'm fine," I replied with a strained smile.

"Well, I had a hard-on this morning when I woke up," Rod Lane walked over to us, "Had your name all over it baby girl." His arm draped over my shoulders and I shot him a withering glare making him remove it from me.

"I'd love for you to stop hitting on my little sister, Rod," Glen commented making the other boy grin widely and shrug.

"Seven letters in my name Rod," I turned to him simply as he smirked down at me, "There couldn't possibly be room on that for my name."

"Ouch baby girl," he put a hand to his heart and gave me a fake hurt look as I rolled my eyes and walked away from the group, heading away from the chilling children's song.

"Dean, hold up!" I called to my best friend as he jogged up the steps and into the building. The tall, well built, blond jock turned to me and grinned tiredly.

"How you doing, honey?" he asked curiously as I caught up to him, letting him drape his arm around my shoulders.

"I have to show you something," I replied simply before nodding for him to follow me.

We headed into his homeroom so we could talk in private, "What's wrong?" he asked cautiously as we sat at the back of the room, I unwrapped my hand and showed it to him. "What the hell?"

"I had another dream last night," I informed him, "I woke myself up by putting my hand in the furnace and my hand was messed up when I woke up." He gave me his usual look as I bit my lip, "Dean, you know I'm telling the truth, you said you see him too..."

"Cassie, just..." he started.

"Please Dean," I begged him, "Tell me what's going on? Why won't he leave me alone?" He gave me a sad look and opened his mouth to tell me something, only Glen and Rod walked into the room and Dean looked towards them.

"Hey Dean," Glen greeted happily as he took the seat on the other side of me, "You flirting with my baby sister again?"

"For God's sake," I groaned before getting up, I glanced at Dean, "Meet me at the Diner tonight?"

"Sure," he nodded before I turned and walked out of the room, heading to my freshman one instead.

"Where are you going?" Mom asked as I headed down the stairs, turning my head I shrugged my jacket on.

"Meeting some friends at the Diner," I replied simply before heading out of the front door, grabbing my skateboard on the way out. My headphones went in and my hood was pulled up against the cold wind before I skated my way to the Diner.

My eyes scanned around at the people in the Diner as I walked in, Alice Johnson was sat behind the counter looking as board as usual but she looked up and smiled as I entered. "Hey Cassie, you can sit anywhere you want," she offered simply.

"I'm meeting Dean," I replied simply making her smirk slightly.

"He's right over there," she nodded towards the jock making me nod and smile before glancing behind me where her cousin Quentin Smith was sat with Jesse Braun and surprisingly Rod. Turning my head again I headed to a very tired looking Dean.

"Hey," I smiled as I slipped into the seat opposite him, he looked up, his eyes darker than usual. "Are you okay?"

"You wanted me to tell you what's going on," he looked up at me, his voice gruff. "I haven't slept in three days."

"You can't?" I asked quietly.

"I can, I just... don't want to," he replied as I bit at my lip, he reached his hand out to me, knocking over his coffee as he did. The hot liquid splashed onto my legs making me gasp and stand up quickly. "I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay," I told him honestly before seeing his hand, "What happened to your hand?" He glanced down at the blood soaked napkin there.

"It's nothing," he shrugged, "I slipped. You should go clean up."

"Yeah," I nodded before getting up, "Just... stay here okay? I'll be right back." With that I walked towards the bathroom and cleaned my jeans off as best I could. Walking back into the main room my jaw dropped slightly at the sight of Dean.

He looked like he was trying to fight off someone who was holding the knife to his throat, "You're not real," he gasped as I ran towards him.

"Dean, Dean stop," I begged him with tears falling down my cheeks, "Dean please. Dean, wake up!"

"You're not real!" he shouted loudly before the knife plunged into his throat, a scream escaped my lips as I watched before arms wrapped around my waist and I was pulled back.

"Dean!" I cried out, he slumped to the floor, the blood pooling around him. "Dean!" I dropped to my knees, tears flooding from my eyes.

The next few hours were... well I couldn't get my head around anything that happened. I sat in one of the booths on the furthest side of the Diner from where it happened. The police were looking over Dean's body, and others were questioning all the witnesses. "Cassidy?"

I slowly raised my head to see a pale Glen walking towards me with Nancy and Tina, "Oh God," he muttered before wrapping his arms around me and holding me close. "What happened?"

"He fell asleep," I muttered quietly, too quietly as Glen didn't quite hear me.

"He slit his own throat," Rod told him, still sitting next to me. He hadn't left my side since he pulled me away from Dean's body. My eyes closed as I shook my head harshly, "We all saw it happen."

"Come on," Glen helped me to my feet, "You can stay with us tonight." I nodded slowly and accepted the letterman jacket that was draped around my shoulders as he led me from the Diner.