"Henrik help me god damnit!"

Schneep found himself standing in his ER room with a single lamp illuminating the patient, their face covered with a white sheet stained with fresh blood while the heart monitor beeped steadily in the background.

"I-I can't!" Schneep stammered as he tried to move his arms, the limbs feeling like they were made of concrete much to the German's dismay.

"He's gone." Doctor Iplier huffed in barely restrained anger as he moved the sheet down, Chase's lifeless blue eyes boring into Schneep's as blood pooled around him.

"I'm sorry!" Schneep cried as his surroundings changed to LA, Marvin standing in front of him with the pieces of his broken mask in his hands.

"It's my fault, I have to get my magic and help you." Marvin insisted as Schneep managed to reach out to Marvin, the magician inches away from his fingertips.

"Vhat is wrong vith me is not your fault, it's mine and mine alone." Schneep protested softly, lowering his arm to his side.

"If I had my magic..." Marvin trailed off with a sigh as he lowered his gaze to his mask, the two pieces glowing green as they fused back together.

"Vait-"

Marvin places the mask over his face once more with a grin, his eyes turning pitch black as he strode towards Schneep.

"Marvin, zhis isn't you!" Schneep cried as he hastily retreated backwards, stumbling over his own feet in the process and falling to the ground.

The magician was silent as he wrapped a hand around Schneep's throat, a psychotic gleam in his obsidian eyes as he easily snapped the German's neck with one flick of his wrist.

Schneep was startled awake by a knock on his front door as he sucked in a startled breath, the German rolling over to look at Marvin for comfort.

Only to find him gone.

"Right." Schneep grunted as he sat up and swung his feet over the side of the bed, remembering yesterday's events as he slid off of the bed to land on the carpeted floor.

The German trudged to the door and opened it to reveal the Winchesters with duffel bags slung over their shoulders, Sam waving hello while Dean simply nodded in acknowledgment.

"Hey Doc." Dean greeted Schneep with his infamous smirk that he remembered well, the older Winchester stiffening in surprise when the German hugged him tightly.

"It's good to see you too." Dean chuckled as he patted Schneep's back, Sam stepping past the two before dumping his stuff on the living room floor.

"I'm sorry, it's just...it's been a rough morning." Schneep apologized as he stepped away from Dean, allowing the male to place his stuff on the floor next to Sam's.

"Rough morning? Dude, it's like three in the afternoon." Sam remarked, Schneep frowning in confusion as he retreated into his bedroom and looked at the date on his phone.

It was still the same day he had fallen asleep, only seven hours later.

"Fuck, I feel like I travelled through time." Schneep sighed as he returned to the living room, the Winchesters watching him cautiously.

"Anyway, how's your day been rough?" Dean spoke up, Sam shooting a concerned look at Schneep while the German flinched slightly in response.

"It was just a nightmare, I'm okay." Schneep mumbled before going into the bathroom, taking two more of the antidepressant pills before stepping back out.

"What did you just take?" Dean interjected warily, Schneep rolling his eyes in exasperation at the Winchester's incessant questioning.

"It's just something to help vith my nightmares. Like I said, I'm fine." The German repeated firmly with an authoritative tone.

"I'll be the judge of that. Tell me about your nightmare." Dean directed sternly, sitting on the couch and patting the empty space next to him.

"Vhat are you, mein therapist?" Schneep scoffed as he rolled his eyes again, the German sitting down on the couch next to Dean nonetheless.

"If that's what it takes to get you to talk to us about what's wrong, then yeah, consider me your freaking therapist." Dean retorted as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Fine." Schneep conceded reluctantly as he sat back, letting out a long breath as images from the nightmare flashed through his mind.

"I failed to save a patient zhat committed suicide yesterday, and it hurt like hell. I had a nightmare of watching zhem die again, except it vas not zhe original patient on zhe table, it vas Chase. Zhen I saw Marvin, he insisted zhat he needed his magic, so he fixed his mask and zhen his eyes turned black. After zhat, he...he snapped my neck." Schneep recounted quietly.

"That's fucked up." Dean remarked, Sam nodding in agreement from where he was leaning against the arm of the couch.

"I think you need an actual therapist or psychiatrist...probably both just to be on the safe side." Sam advised.

"So I can get thrown into an asylum? I'll pass." Schneep scowled, Sam and Dean exchanging a look as the older Winchester smiled faintly.

"We got into a looney bin like that before for a case. Sam told the therapist guy that he started the apocalypse, which isn't true since it wasn't his fault." Dean replied.

"You started zhe apocalypse?" Schneep repeated in confusion, his eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"It's a long story. Besides, we need to focus on finding a way to track down Marvin before he makes any deals." Sam interjected.

"He has to be in Brighton somewhere since he doesn't have his magic, so that narrows it down a bit." Dean reasoned.

"Unless he found a demon zhat took him somevhere or is on a plane." Schneep chimed in grimly, neither Winchester replying as Sam retrieved his laptop and flipped it open.

"Huh, well that's not something you see everyday." Sam mused as Schneep and Dean peered over his shoulders to look at the screen.

On the front page of the Ireland news was a picture of Anti facing off against a man dressed in a red jumpsuit, the man's back turned to the camera as he faced the demon with his fingers curled into fists at his side.

"Unknown hero fights new super villain, ends with thousands of dollars in property damage." Dean read aloud with a confused frown.

"That's a good place to start as any." Sam muttered as he shut his laptop, standing up and slinging one of his duffels over his shoulder.

"Vhy do you two have multiple duffels?" Schneep questioned, Sam wordlessly opening his to reveal an arsenal of guns.

"Just in case." Sam shrugged as he zipped it back up, adjusting the strap on his shoulder before striding towards the door with Dean in tow.

Schneep hesitated as he looked around the house, a part of him wondering if he would live long enough to see it again as he followed after the Winchesters.