She awoke with gasp, shooting up making her head feel even dizzier, just barely muting the scream that so badly wanted to rip itself from her throat. A thin veil of sweat coated her body causing her pajamas and hair to cling to her body. She tried desperately to bring her heart rate and breathing back to normal, standing up on unstable legs she walked towards the bathroom, stepping over her blanket that was carelessly thrown onto her floor during her frantic attempt to get away from her pursuer from her nightmare. She welcomed the cool tile of the bathroom floor, reminding her that this was real life and not her hellish dreams. She splashed ice cold water onto her face washing away the sweat and the remains of the nightmare that still lingered in the back of her mind. Looking up into the mirror her face almost scared her as much as her nightmares this past week, causing her to have sleepless nights, which her body was now showing. Her face was pale, her verdant green eyes lacked their usual shine and were surrounded by dark circles, her long chestnut hair that was usually loosely curled hung limp and was missing its shine. Sighing she turned off the faucet and started towards her room but was soon stopped by a big roadblock, which was actually her two older brother's, Sam and Dean Winchester.

Lifting her heavy head, she gave them an almost pathetic look, she just wanted to get back to her bed, even though she knew she wasn't going to go back to sleep, but her brother's stubborn personalities wouldn't allow her to pass without an explanation as to why for the tenth night in a row she was up in the middle of the night. Groaning, she rubbed her temples where the growing headache was forming, she was getting more of these much more frequently due to her lack of sleep, seeing that Sam let out a huff of air and made his way to the kitchen, where sounds of cabinets opening and closing, the sink filling a glass and then turning off, and a bottle of pills being emptied into a hand and placed back onto counter emerged. During that time Dean ushered Valissa into the living room and had her sit on the leather couch, Sam came into the room and handed Valissa the glass of water and four Advil which she happily let into her system.

Letting out a breath of air she didn't know she was holding in, she looked her brothers awaiting the interrogation she knew was going to come. Her brothers exchanged a look that she was beginning to know all to well, facing her again, Sam's forehead creased with concern as he spoke, his smooth voice calming her troubled mind,
"Lissa, this has been going on for over a week, what is wrong?"
Tearing he eyes away from his worried stare she looked to the ground. She knew lying would be useless but she doesn't want to burden her brothers with her issues. Dean put his hand under her chin and forced her eyes to meet his eyes that were the same color as her own, his rough deep voice music to her ears,
"Liss, talk to us."
"Its just nightmares, the same one every night."
Sam spoke again,
"What happens?"
"I'm just walking through a forest, I've seen it before though and not just in my nightmares its like I've been there before. But then the hair's on the back of my neck start to stand and I get a sudden chill, you know the feeling that someone or something is following you? It just hits me like a ton of bricks, I go for my gun or knife but they aren't there so I run, evading roots that could cause me to trip, but its like the thing that's following me is just always behind me, I just can't run fast enough. But then it goes away and I slow down, trying to catch my breath and assessing my surroundings. When I stop I'm in a clearing a circle of trees are surrounding me, it looks like I'm alone but I feel something…evil there with me. Then I see it, amidst the sea of trees a-a tall man, in a black suit and black tie, is just standing there, watching me…with no eyes. Then these things…like…like tentacles shoot out from him and come towards me and I turn and run away but they wrapped around my body, stopping airflow to my lungs. They pulled me back to his long torso, which then starts to engulf me. Then I wake up."

Her eye's had glossed over and became distant and her hand's began to shake, as she relived her nightmare while she was awake. Sam grabbed her small ice cold hands in his large warm ones, that were calloused from years of working with guns and weapons, but felt like silk to her, pulling her back to reality. Dean rested a hand on her knee and gave her a reassuring squeeze. He looked to the clock on the wall and noted the time,
"Liss, its 3:36 in the morning and you have school, try to get some sleep please."
"Easier said then done unfortunately, but it doesn't matter I'll be up in an hour and a half in order to get ready, that amount of sleep won't do me much good."
"Your body needs rest Liss."
She snapped,
"You don't think I know that?! You don't think I'm dying for just one full night of sleep?! Because trust me, I am! I don't want to look like something we're supposed to hunt. I feel horrible, weak, and gross and I hate it. I know my body need rest Dean but it seems that I won't be getting any so just shut your damn mouth!"

Then she stormed off to her room, leaving her brothers to stare at her retreating figure in surprise. Dean stood up and walked to the hall, waiting for Valissa's bedroom door to slam which it did. He turned to face Sam,
"We need to help her Sam, she isn't herself. This-whatever it is-its scaring her and she doesn't know how to handle that."
"Dean, she is the strongest person I know, she'll make it out of this. She has to."
"I'm scared for her Sammy."
"Me too Dean."