Lara's POV

"Oh no you don't Princess!" Patrick growls out has he slaps my face, followed by a bucket of ice cold water being poured on me. I come to with a gasp and take in the room around me. I'm still alive. "Call them here. Get your son and husband here alone and this ends. I put a bullet in a your head and you get to rest."

I try to shake my head no but can't. I manage through my chattering teeth to mumble. "No." He just grimaces and picks up the blade and digs it back into what is left of my legs. "Just get them here and this ends. You choose this, never forget that."

The blade slides under my skin and slowly yet meticulously cuts through the meat of my muscles. My throat hurts so bad I can't even manage to scream. I let out a pathetic moan as he digs in deeper till I hear the clink of the blade hitting the bone. "If you call them here I will make it quick on the boy. Your son won't even know what is happened before he will be dead. If I have to find them I will torture him just like this."

"NOOOO!" I manage to muster enough energy to scream. No one will touch my son. "NOOO!"

I wake up with jolt and sit straight up with a wince. My hips are doing better but not perfect yet. It's been two months and I am still aching. You have got to be kidding me, not this now. I feel the turmoil in my stomach churn and I know I have mere moments before my morning sickness hits full blast. I fumble in the dark of my room darkening shades. I grab for my chair and try to keep back my heaves as I try to get my body in the chair. The transfer from the bed to the chair is pitiful at best on a normal morning let alone when my body is fighting me tooth and nail. The heaves start and I lose my grip has I fall to the floor in a heap.

"Lara!" Dean shrieks out waking up to hear me fall on my ass and start to gag. He is up fast and before I can I vomit all over our floor is holding a bucket for me to puke it. We keep them on both sides of the bed and throughout the house now. "I got you baby, it's alright." He tries to soothe me. He moves the hair out of my face and rubs my back while I throw up what is left of our dinner on the floor next to our bed. My hips hurt but not as bad as they did. I finally stop throwing up and lean back against the bed. My nightgown is up too high on my thighs and I can see the tips of my stubs. I quickly pull it down to cover them.

"You want to get back into bed or do you want me to help you into your chair?" Dean asks me putting the bucket down and standing up. I don't want either. I want to stand up and walk to the bathroom to clean myself up. "The chair is fine." I respond quietly.

Dean leans over and lifts me gently and places me in my chair, which if I could have done a few moments ago I wouldn't have puked in a bucket next to the bed and woke Dean up. "I'm gonna go get your some water . I'll be right back." Dean assures me.

I don't move for a moment and just adjust to the here and now. My hips are burning but the pain is slowly going away. I rest my hand over the nonexistent bump. Throwing up is worth it, I know they are still there if I am throwing up. My stumps are showing again and I quickly pull the night gown down and over them and tuck it under them into the chair. Dean is back with a glass of water and hands it to me so I can rinse my mouth. "I'm going to take a quick shower. I'll be out soon." I tell him not looking up. I wheel myself over to my dresser and pull out a new pair of underwear and a bra.

"I'll make sure your shower seat is set up. Do you need any help?" Dean asks me and I know he is worried about me. To many mornings I wake up from a nightmare throwing up on myself. I just shake my head no. I dig through my drawers and find a pair of jeans that I throw on my lap. I roll over to my closet and find a shirt on the new rows that Dean made me. Last week he lowered my side of the closest so I could reach it. I throw the jeans and tank top on the bed and head into the bathroom. Dean stays in the main bedroom in case something happens to me but doesn't come in.

Showers used to be something special to us. Dean loved nothing more than to fuck me in the shower and on special occasions in the bath. Now I hate them. It is the one time of day I am completely naked and have to look at the repulsive stubs left of my legs. I want so badly to call Dean in and cry on him but I can't. I don't want him to see me like this. To know how ugly I am now. I shift onto the shower seat that Cas brought for me and fiddle with the water until a steady stream of warm water is washing over me.

In the shower Dean won't hear me cry over the water. I let out the first ripple of sob and before I know it my body is wracked by them. How did it get to this? I hate everything that I see when I open my eyes and look down. I am so broken I can't even lean on the one person I have always. I can feel my marriage slipping through my fingers and there is nothing I can do about it. I don't even know how to manage myself let alone us. I love him. I love him so much that it breaks my heart to pieces every time I think of what we had and what is happening. He'll never leave me. I know he won't, but he won't be happy. He will grow to resent me, to hate me. To hate this shell of a woman he married.

Everything is still new to me and I fumble through the steps of getting clean. Everything minus washing my hair has to be relearned. I feel like a child. I manage to control my crying and to get as clean as I am going to get. I turn the water off and clumsily dry myself off before making the transfer back to my chair. I am careful this time and don't make a mistake. I leave the shower and quickly run a brush through my hair and braid it so it is out of my way.

The bedroom is thankfully empty when I come back in. I have sent everyone back to their lives and have managed to find a way to dress myself. It's not perfect yet but it works. I get my bra on and the tank top easily. I transfer to the bed and wiggle my stumps through the openings of my panties and shimmy them up until I have to lean back and left my hips to pull them the rest of the way up. It hurts but I manage. I try next with my jeans. This is the hard part. They don't move as easily. I pull them up take a deep breath and lay back. I lift my hips the best I can and pull them up and manage to snap them. I am breathless, sore, and exhausted by the time they are on. I lie there catching my breath for a bit. I sit up slowly and move back to my chair. I tuck the left over fabric of my jeans under the thigh that is left of my right leg. My left thigh only has a few inches left so I fold it over a few more time. I am happy they are finally covered again.

The sounds of John's laughter can be heard from the living room as I leave the bedroom. Gabe thought up an elevator a few weeks ago so I can easily get downstairs. The doors open and John looks up and breaks into a huge grin and runs over to me. He is careful not to hurt me as he clamors up into my lap. "Mama!" He calls out hugging me. I hold him to me and kiss his forehead before his toddler self gets bored and jumps back down.

"We were waiting for you to have breakfast." Dean tells me walking over and kissing my forehead. "I was going to make scrambled eggs if you want some?" I shake my head yes and follow him into the kitchen. I do what I can to help and make toast while he makes the eggs. John is happily talking to us both but I can't seem to focus.

Dean places a plate of eggs in front of me and before I can take a bite the smell hits me and I feel myself start to gag again. I push back from the table but Dean quickly pushes me to the bathroom on the ground floor and I make it just in time to heave into the toilet this time. I take my time to collect myself and head back to the table. Dean has replaced my eggs with saltine crackers and ginger ale. He gives me a weak smile as I come back in to the kitchen. I eat quietly while John tells Dean all about what he wants to do today.

After breakfast I roll myself to the den off the family room and don't even bother to turn on the tv and just sit there in quiet. I ache and I don't feel well like usual. I feel the tears swimming in my eyes but I try to ignore them as they fall down my cheeks. I am losing everything, I don't know what to do.

Before he gets too close I hear him walking towards me. His hand rests on my shoulder and I lean into it slightly missing how his hands feel on my body. "Cas has John for a bit. I wanted to talk to you." I know what is coming next. He isn't happy. This isn't what he signed up for. I can't stop the sob that erupts from my chest.

I keep my eyes closed as I break down, not wanting to see Dean's face yet. I cry and I feel him move to kneel in front of me. He grabs my hand in one of his and lifts his free hand to brush a tear away. "Lara, baby, please look at me." I don't want to, but I do. "Everything is going to be fine. We are going to figure this out."

My mind says it won't be but he seems to sure. I manage to stop sobbing but I can feel the tears ready to emerge at any moment. "Lara, I know you are going through something that none of us can even imagine but well honey John misses you. I miss you. I need you to come back to us."

"John misses me?" I ask confused. I am here every day. Dean's face softens and he pulls my knuckles up to his lips and he kisses them. "I know you are struggling with everything going on but we miss you. You have this wall up around you and you won't let us in. You hardly let me even touch you anymore. You spend most of your day in bed or in this room looking out the window. John misses having you with him and playing with him. I miss you so much baby. I know you are healing and nothing will ever be exactly like it was before. I know this is a lot to ask so soon but we need you back. If not for me, John needs you."

"You miss me?" I ask stupidly. Dean leans forward and kisses my lips gently and pulls back to look me in the eyes. "I miss you so much Lara. I don't expect you to be healed mentally and physically right away but I just miss holding your hand. You are so distant with me now and I just want to help you but I don't know how to anymore."

My eyes are swimming with tears before I can stop them. "I don't want to make you cry baby." Dean tells me as I shake my head in understanding. "Maybe today you could come with John and I to the beach. We will start small. We can figure this out together, I want to figure this out with you. I love you so much Lara."

I shake my head in agreement. I can start to try. It will be hard but I can try. For my family I can do this. I can try to just move forward. "Why don't we get you and John sunscreened up and we can head down. When you need to come back let me know. I know you are recovering and need rest."

It feels like a dream as we move through the motions. Dean helps to slather my face, neck, back, and arms in sun screen. I manage to get John's top half covered and Dean helps finish him off. John looks so happy to have his parents back together. Before we can head out I hear Cas from the porch. "I have a present for you!" He calls out. He comes into the room with a little grey and white puppy in his arms. The puppy lets out a little yip when they come in.

"Uncle Cas?" I ask him unsure. He smiles at me and brings the puppy in and puts it in my lap. I can tell its wolf puppy with beautiful blue eyes. "You and Dean said you might want a puppy for the family and for John. Eve has sent this one as a present for you all."

"Eve sent us a gift?" Dean asks confused and slightly concerned. John doesn't seem to care and jumps up and pets the puppy gently. "This little girl is from a litter from one of her werewolf alphas. Sometimes their pups don't shift and are just regular dogs. They live longer, are incredibly smart, and loyal to a fault but in the end are just wolves. She thought your family would benefit from this little girl and she would benefit from being with you. The shifters don't respect their siblings that can't shift much."

The puppy yips and licks Johns face. It doesn't matter what I think at this point John just meet his best friend. I let out a sigh and smile. "She will be able to help you too Lara. She will be the smartest helper dog in the world."

"What's her name?" I ask resolved to the fact we just got a dog. Dean hesitantly leans forward and pets the puppy. When the puppy barks out and licks his hand he only looks mildly terrified. "She doesn't have one yet but I thought that Joan would be a nice name. She was always one of my favorite saints."

Dean chuckles. "I like that, hey Joanie." He rubs the puppy behind the ears and she jumps around happily on my lap. I look up at Uncle Cas. "Please let Eve know we are thankful. This is an amazing gift."

We all head to the beach and I assume Cas goes to tell Eve thank you. John insists are carrying Joan the whole way down since Dean has to carry me. My chair just won't go on the sand. Dean tells me that Gabe will bring me a new chair that can navigate the sand better.

This is how we start to heal our family. Every day I wake up and I fake it until I hopefully make it. I put on a happy face and do what I need to has a mother and wife. In the beginning I can only handle a half hour but in the weeks that follow I can spend hours with them without needing to rest. It's still hard but we are moving forward.

Today is starting out well. I haven't thrown up yet. I managed to get out of bed without waking Dean. I can't have him see my naked but I am comfortable enough to have him hold my hand in bed now. I know there is still so far to go but I am trying. I am trying to get breakfast done for my boys before they wake up like I used too. Uncle Gabe fixed my kitchen for me so I can reach the stove and everything is low enough for me. He even expanded it so I could have a lower pantry that spans under the window looking to the sea. I manage to get everything I need into my lap but drop the can of pears and they roll under cut out for the sink. John is on a canned pears kick and won't eat without them.

"Joanie, get the can please." I ask the growing pup at my feet. She wags her tail and pushes the can out with her nose till I can reach down and grab it, putting it back in my lap. I have an old pair of Dean's boxers on that I sewed the ends shut so I can't see my legs. My tank is just starting to slightly pull over my stomach. With twins I guess I'll be showing a bit sooner.

Besides the pears I still have French toast and bacon to make for my boys. I get working and am so wrapped up in my thoughts I don't notice Dean in the room with until I feel him tap my shoulder. "Smells great." I look up and smile at him and for once it doesn't feel forced. He leans down and kisses me. I can't stop myself from reaching up and pulling him to me. I deepen the kiss and feel my heart start to flutter. I have missed this. He doesn't stop the kiss as he leans down on one knee so he can reach for me and really kiss me. The food is momentarily forgotten as my hands get tangled in him and his hands ensnare me. It's not until his hands start to slip under my shirt that I stop and realize what is happening. He must notice me tense because he pulls back. He doesn't mention that I stopped and just stands up and kisses my head.

Dammit Lara! The man has needs and you aren't fulfilling them. I know my husband's sex drive better than anyone and I can't even let him cop a feel under my shirt. It's getting a bit better, I guess anything is better than me curled up in a ball facing away from Dean and crying at night like I used too, but he has needs too. I wish I could just walk, no I guess roll. I wish I could roll over throw him into the counter whip out his dick and give him the best blow job of his life. But I can't. I feel incapable of it.

Joanie crying at my feet brings me back from my thoughts. Her little paws jump up onto my lap and I pet her head. I start on breakfast while Dean starts the coffee maker. "Lara, I just wanted too... well I'm.." His cell phone starts to ring and he picks it up.

"Hey Sammy." "Yeah things are going better, what do you need?" "I'm not sure now isn't a good time..." "I really wouldn't feel right about it." "Sam, come on man she needs me here."

Whatever Sam is asking him he won't do it when I'm like this. I turn back and wave at Dean. "Let me talk to him." I tell him.

"Hey Sammy talk to Lara." Dean tells him as he hands me the phone. I rest it between my shoulder and cheek as I finish breakfast. "Hey Sam, what's up?"

"Nothing much on my end. Jo and I were thinking of coming to visit soon. We are just worried about you and want to make sure you are doing better." Hearing Sam's voice relaxes me a bit. He is one of my best friends and like an older brother to me. "That would be great Sam. John really misses Vinny. What doesn't Dean want to do?"

Sam takes in a deep breath. "I thought it would be good for Dean to come out with me and Adam tonight. He hasn't left the island since you both got there and I just thought it would be good for him. I would be bothering you to get out too but I know you aren't ready. Adam came up to visit for the week and I thought it could be nice for some brotherly bonding."

I look up at Dean and can tell he is torn. "I think that would be a great idea. He has to be feeling couped up. Give us a call later when you go out and Dean will meet you there. I'll have Uncle Gabe stay with me tonight. Make sure he has fun and doesn't worry too much." Dean gives me a pretty decent bitch face and I manage to smile at him.

"Sounds good Lara. I'll talk to you later, and if you need anything don't forget you can call me any time." I smile into the phone. "I know Sammy, love you and talk to you later."I hang up the phone and hand it back to Dean.

"You should go out tonight and have some fun. I know you must be getting sick of this island I'm just not ready to leave." I explain to him trying to focus back on breakfast. Dean rests his hand on my shoulder and I want to lean into it but just can't seem to right now. "Lara, I'm not asking you to be ready and I don't feel restless. I like being here with you and knowing you are safe." He sound so sincere and I know he is telling the truth but he's not saying that he is also bored. He's a hunter for god's sake and sitting still on an island for three months with his invalid wife is not up there on things he wants to be doing.

"I know honey but you should spend some time with your brothers. I will be fine for the night. I was also thinking that maybe soon you should think of going back to work at the garage. I am safe here and will be fine during the day. I will go home someday soon but I still need the safety of the island for a bit. It still terrifies me to think of going back and having John there too." I wish I wasn't. I miss our home, I miss our family and friends.

Dean kisses the top of my head and rubs both of my shoulders. I can see his thinking face in my mind as he stands there. "I'll think about it, but this isn't just for you. What happened that night still wakes me up in a cold sweat. I couldn't protect you there and you almost died. I could have lost you, Cole, and Gabe that night. Us being here allows me to feel calm enough to just close my eyes." I reach up and grab his hand and squeeze. "I love you Lara." He reminds me.

"I love you too Dean." I can feel the tears in my throat but manage to push them down. I hear John start to wake up through the monitor. "Why don't you go get him?" I offer Dean needing a moment alone. He leaves and I hear him go get John for the day. I let out a sigh and try to focus on breakfast and ignore the tears running down my cheeks.

The day goes like most others. We eat breakfast then we try to do something as a family before I need an afternoon nap. Today we focus on an arts and crafts project to keep John occupied. We draw with markers and crayons all morning on the deck. We make pictures for everyone back home for John to send. He makes a special one for Adam and Sam since Dean will see them tonight. After a few hours I start to feel exhausted and start to drift off. Dean gets me into bed for a nap and goes back to play with John. I get up a few hours later and to find them both asleep on the sofa together. Joanie is curled up on Dean's feet sound asleep as well. I like seeing them like that. Let's me now if I did die, or do die, they will be fine together.

Dean must have woken up when I came down because he comes into the kitchen behind me as I am preparing John's and I dinner. "Sam texted me and I am going to go meet them in about an hour. I really don't care if I go. If you would feel better I will stay here."

I shake my head no. "I will be fine. I think it would be good for you to see your brothers. I know they must be missing you terribly." I don't quite know how to address my next thought. I want him to know I will be alright. "If you are out and well... it's possible... I won't be mad."

"Huh?" Dean asks me utterly confused. I take in a deep breath and try to control my face and not burst into tears. "If there is a girl out tonight, I get it, I know I am not able to fulfill all your needs right now. You get a free pass."

The kitchen is silent for a moment while I watch Dean absorb what I just said. I see the information filtering through his head and the wheels turning. He looks at me with wide eyes and turns quickly and slams his hands on the counter. I hear him take in deep breaths. I roll a bit closer to him and reach out for his arm but he shakes it off. "I am not even going to dignify that with response!" He shouts out and huffs out of the room not even looking at me.

I don't move for awhile. I am not sure how long I am sitting here like a statue before Uncle Gabe comes into the kitchen. "Not sure what you said to him but he is pissed. I took him to Sam's." Before I can answer John is waking up and Joanie is barking happily with him. I don't have time to focus on my stupid self I have a toddler to take care of.

Uncle Gabe stays with us for the rest of the night and I know he wants to talk to me but I am make sure I am busy with John for as long as I can. But he is only two and half and he has to go to bed at one point. He starts to fall asleep on the couch during a movie and I realize I have to get him to bed and finally talk with my Uncle. I manage to get John in my lap and get him into bed. I come back down the elevator to see my Uncle waiting for me in the family room. "Anything you want to tell me?" He asks with his best I am your elder and I know better face.

In this case I know I fucked up. I get to the sofa and transfer myself onto the it and pat the sofa for him to sit next to me. "I haven't been my normal self with Dean. I realize he has needs and I can't fulfill them right now. I told him he had a free pass if a girl came along tonight."

Uncle Gabe looks at me in shock. "You're kidding me right? You told him he could just go have sex with whomever he wanted tonight? No wonder he was pissed!" I look down at what is left of my legs unable to look him in eyes. My vision starts to blur and he puts his arm around me and pulls me to him. "Lara why would you ever say that?"

I don't respond for a while and lean on my uncle having a good cry. "I feel everything crumbling. Every day I am in pain physically and mentally. I am not myself. I don't know if I will ever be her again. It feels like my marriage is falling apart. I have never not been able to come to Dean with something and I don't want him to see me like this. I can hardly find the nerve to kiss him let alone be intimate with him. I thought it would help. I know it was stupid."

"My poor girl." Uncle Gabe whispers into my hair. "That boy is in love with you. Just like you are with him. Your marriage isn't falling apart it's just adjusting to the change. You are soul mates, you couldn't function let alone try to live day to day without each other. It will get better, you just have to be honest and open with him. He wants to help you, to be there for you. Let him, just let him in." We don't say anything else and he just holds me as I cry. I wish I could do this with Dean.

It's late when I decide to move again. I sit up slowly and wipe the tears out of my eyes. I slowly transfer over to my wheelchair and head up to bed. I know Uncle Gabe will be here as long as I need him. I get changed for bed and begin the process of transferring to the bed and getting comfortable. My hips are still a bit sore but getting better. I know I won't be able to fall asleep until Dean comes back, but I try.

I lay there for hours before I hear Dean's footsteps in the hall. He stumbles to the door and I hear him whispering outside the door. I think I hear Sam and Adam in the hall, they must be sleeping over in the guest rooms. I quickly lean over and turn on the bedside lamp so he can see when he comes in. He opens the door and looks at me and shakes his head. He looks pissed and disappointed. "I'm going to change but I'll sleep on the couch tonight." He tells me not even looking me in the face.

"Dean, wait, please." I try to get him to talk to me but he ignores me. I move into my chair and roll over to him and grab his arm. He tries to shake my off again but I manage to grab his hand. "Please Dean." I beg him.

He turns to me and I can see his he is hurt. His eyes are red. "How could you have even suggested something so vile to me. I love you Lara! Why would I ever want to fuck some bitch in a bar?!" He is fuming, I messed up.

"I know Dean, I was wrong. I feel so wrecked inside and I didn't know what to do. I don't know why I said it. I know it was stupid." I try to explain to him. I know it is coming out all wrong. Dean just frowns at me. "I would never cheat on you Lara, ever. How could you even think I would want to sleep with another woman?"

My eyes are burning but I can't start crying yet. "I don't know. I know you don't want too. I know you would never cheat. I just feel like I am letting you down. I know you have needs and for right now I can't fulfill them."

"Needs? I have fucking needs? Lara there is only two things I really need. That is you and John alive and you and John safe. In a few months that will expand to include Cole and Gabe too. That is all I need, everything else is merely extra. We did have a very active sex life but I am not some animal so driven by lust that I could just fuck anything that came my way. You are the only girl I want, forever. End of story just you. No one else will do. I don't want anyone else and couldn't even imagine sleeping with someone else. When you are ready we will figure out how to move forward but only us. The only woman I am going to sleep with for the rest of my life is you. And if we never get to a point where you are comfortable with it then I never have sex again and I am fine with that. All I want is you. Having you next to me for the rest of my life is enough." Dean pleads with me. His face is showing every break in his heart.

"Do you remember our wedding night?" I ask him quietly. He shakes his head yes and knells down on one knee so he can face me. "That was the best fucking night of my life, of course I remember it."

Being pregnant is killer on my hormones and I can't stop myself from crying. I know I don't deserve to cry right now, that all of this is happening because of me but I can't stop. "That night you kissed over every part of my body that you loved. You kissed me from head to toe and back up again. You said that you loved my legs and how they looked bare and in heels or in a pair of jeans. You said that you weren't an ass man but mine could convert you." I stop and let out a sob. He reaches out and grabs my hand. "Dean half of me is gone. You will never see my legs in jeans or bare because they are gone. You will never see my ass as I bend over in pair of jeans because I can't stand to bend over. You will never feel my legs wrapped around your waist as we make love in bed. You will never pick me up and throw me against a wall in the shower, or bend me over a counter as you take me. I feel hideous and repulsive. I don't even want to look at myself naked anymore. Half of what you loved about me is gone. The woman you married was killed that night, this isn't what you signed up for."

Dean is quiet for a moment. He leans over and picks me up in his arms and brings me over to the bed. He holds me in his lap as I cry into his chest. "First of all, I love you. I didn't fall in love with your legs. Did I love you with your legs, hell yeah. But I don't need your legs in heels or your ass in jeans as you bend over for me to love you. So in the future we may have to come up with new favorite positions, but that's fine. It will be awkward possibly embarrassing at first but it will also be fun and amazing as we relearn your body together. The woman I married is still here with me and that is all that matters. This is what we both signed up for. We signed up for together forever, until death do us part. Do you not remember when we promised to be together in sickness and in health? We are one unit now Lara and you may find yourself repulsive but I still find you stunning. When I look at you I think of how strong you are and what a fighter you are. You survived that night. Nothing that happened could make me want you less than I did the day I married you."

There isn't anything else for us to say. I tilt my head back and look up into his eyes. My hand comes up and caresses his face. "I love you Dean and I am sorry I even thought it let alone suggested it." Dean smiles at me. "I love you to Lara." We are quiet as we look each other in the eye. He leans down slowly giving me time to push him away. I don' t though and his lips meet mine. The kiss is gentle and soft. It's an affirmation of what we feel for each other. The taste of whisky still on his lips taste familiar and makes me miss him even more. We kiss for awhile longer before I pull back reluctantly.

"Let's get some sleep. I know we have both had a long day." I shake my head in agreement. Dean stands with me in his arms and pulls back the blankets on my side of the bed and lays me down. He leans down and kisses me goodnight on the lips then traces his finger tips over my slowly growing bump. He moves my chair next to the bed and gets changed.

We don't say anything as he gets ready for bed, we don't need too. He climbs in the bed next to me and leans across me to the turn the lamp off. Before he can retreat to his side I grab on to him and pull his arms around him. I turn on my side and relax into his chest as he pulls me to him. I have missed this. He moves the hair off the back of my neck and kisses me. I fall asleep with a smile for the first time in months.

It's been so long since I've dreamt of her. When Uncle Gabe cut us apart he did a good job. We are only connected through Dean. I have often times wondered about her but haven't seen her since she lost her child. It wouldn't matter if it has been decades though I would know one of these dreams. We are one soul after all. I can recognize her.

For the first time I feel like I am on outsider though. I am watching her, not in her. I am on the stairs of her prison looking in at her. Her back is against the far wall of her cell and she is looking out at me, but she can't see me. Her jeans are nothing but tatters on her legs that are pulled up to her chest. Her skinny arms are wrapped around her shins pulling them in even closer. Her toes are sticking out of the ill fitting jeans and even they are filthy. Her hair is greasy and stringy and she is muttering to herself. I can just make out her reminding herself who she is. "I am Lara not six, I am Lara not six." She repeats to herself over and over again like a mantra. I can see not much in her cell has changed. Her filthy and moth eaten sleeping back is still in the top left hand corner. A few books and sundry items they allowed her to have while she was pregnant are still in the top right hand corner.

Her eyes are barely open as she continues to talk to herself as she rocks slightly. I want to comfort her but I know I can't. Her eyes keep shutting but she jerks awake and restarts her constant prayer.

There is a loud stomp followed by a gunshot above us we and we both jump and look up. I look back down to see bodies filling with demons and running up the stairs past me. I see Lara look around her cell for something, anything. She reaches for a fork and uncurls herself. I see she is wearing a ratty and stained white t shirt, like the kind you buy in a multipack from walmart. The stomach is stretched and the neck is stretched so it barely sits on her shoulders and keeps dropping down. She must have had it when she was pregnant. As she leans over I can see the blood stains on the back, yes she did have it then. Her poor back must have healed into this shirt hundreds of time. She grabs the fork and I can see her thinking something over. She grits her teeth and digs the tongs into her forearms creating a cross. Smart girl, only thing that might keep them out that she can do. She quickly moves back to the back of her cell and crouches not sure what to do next.

The obvious fight upstairs starts to peter out until there are no more sounds of bodies hitting the floor. Lara looks up and I can see the war in her eyes. She takes in a deep breath and starts to yell out. "Help me! I am down here! Please help me!" Her voice gets louder and more sure of herself as she screams out. It is obvious she isn't used to it.

The door at the top of the stairs open and Lara screams out again. "Please save me! I am in cell six!" She yells jumping up and moving to the front of the cell and waving her fingers out for help to see her. Her jeans start to drop and just catch on her hip bones. One side of her shirt falls down her left shoulders but she's so focused on getting out she doesn't' even seem to notice. She is so thin and frail.

There is a voice from the top of the stairs. "Sam get down here. There are people alive down here." Dean? That was Dean. I turn and see him coming down the stairs. He walks through me and runs toward the me in the cell. His gait is the same but he is slightly hunched over like the whole world rests on his shoulders. He reaches out and gently grabs her hands. "It's going to be ok miss, we're going to get you out of here." He assures her.

Lara doesn't know it and neither does Dean but they just met their other half. I can see the sparks flying from their fingers tips as their souls reunite. Lara's soul may know him but she is still the same girl who has been beaten for her entire life. "Are you a good guy?" Her voice quivers and breaks as she asks. I know the smile Dean is giving her right now. "Yes, we're the good guys. I am going to let go and get you out of here ok?" He sounds so sure and confident yet kind and gentle with her.

Lara nervously shakes her head and points towards me but a little behind. "They keep the keys locked up over there. There is no one else down here. The other people are possessed and out on missions. I am the only one still here." Dean runs past me and opens the small locked box and grabs the keys and runs back to the cell. He slides the key in and it takes. He opens the door and Lara falls out into his arms and holds him. If I thought their souls were bright before, they are on fire now as they reunite. They hold on to each other and Lara looks up in to his eyes. "Thank you, you don't know how long I have wanted out of this cage."

Dean keeps his arms around her. It is like he is unwilling to let go. "It's going to be ok. We are going to get you out of this house." They are together. She will be fine, he will be fine.

I slowly open my eyes and take in Dean's arms wrapped around me. I can feel his warm breath on my neck and his strong body lined up with me. I twist until I can turn and face him. His eyes open slowly and he lazily smiles at me. "Hey baby why you up?" He yawns.

"You saved me." I whisper to him and lean over and capture his lips. We don't talk for a moment. We are lost in our kiss. He kisses me deeper and gently pushes back on me until I am under him. My thighs spread to accommodate him but I miss the feel over my legs over his hips. He pulls back a bit and I smile at him. "In that other plane that I see, you just found her."

"What?" Dean asks still a bit a sleep addled. I smile and pull him down for another kiss. "The other Lara. I was there tonight with her at the body farm in the cells. You broke into the farm and saved her tonight. You killed all the demons and rescued her from her cell. You two are together and your souls ignited in recognition. She will be fine now that you have her."

Dean smiles at me. "No I will be fine now that she has me." He leans down and captures my lips again.

a/n hope you all liked the new chapter. Got a lot more coming your way!