CatishAngel: Hey warning here!!! This chapter will be a little graphic in parts. I don’t know if it would be considered overly so or what but just warning you.

Ok, at the moment I feel like going into a rant. Anything I say in these author notes isn’t really that important so you can skip these if you like.

Alright first, I just saw the end of season 4. I won’t say any specifics but DAMN! Some of that I was expecting, actually a lot but still I found myself yelling at the TV about this or that, all the while saying what was going to happen too. Let’s just say it was pathetically funny. At least my mother thought so. So here is a Spoiler Alert!!!! I’m just glad the brothers finally come back together at the very end.

Next thing is if anyone out there reading this can tell me or give me a place to look at a simple overview and definition on all the angels and demons in the bible. If any of you can think of anything helpful in that matter then I would much appreciate anything you send my way. Thank.

Now, on with the story to which I apologize about taking so long to get here. Apparently I ran into a muse out in Cali and it decided to not come home with me. That or it died. But all’s good. So here it is. Enjoy.

I woke up early in the morning and like every morning my brain worked to a percent closer to zero that anyone would ever want, so I didn’t really remember what happened the night or even the day before. The first thought that went through my mind was my breath was horrible. The next was I noticed that my bed was empty of my usual guest and I was a little sad. I wonder why Eric didn’t come over last night? Huh, I’ll think about it later. Right now I had to brush my teeth. Morning breath, yuck!

Getting out of bed I vaguely remembered it was two days after Lucy’s wedding and I remembered I had to be in early to help with food for some party we had been asked to cook for. Nothing big but it went faster with more hands and after the last few times of being late I knew I would be in loads of trouble if I was late today.

Walking across my apartment was like it was every morning, a chore. Why did the bathroom have to be so frickin’ far from my bed? Uh, that was too complicated a question for the moment, so if I even remembered it after I woke up fully then maybe I would answer it then.

I did all my bathroom morning routine; dressed in the clothes I had in there and went into the kitchen to boil some water. For some odd reason I found out a few years ago how much I hated coffee. I can’t even stand the smell and sometimes I could stomach those ones where they blend like ice and coffee together and add whip cream. Girlie I know but good most defiantly. But I couldn’t even serve it to people most day’s ‘cause the sight would just send me over the edge into a bad mood. Probably something to do with growing up with it around everywhere.

Something about that thought brought a nagging about in the back of my head. I couldn’t think about what it was and I didn’t really care. I simply wanted my damn tea. I was a grumpy morning person, maybe that was the real reason Eric always left in the morning. Huh, again I’d have to ask.

I didn’t hear anything until whatever it was was came up right behind me. Then there was a hand on my shoulder and I flipped. For a second I froze up, my mind flooded with memories of last October. Then I was pissed that someone could have done that to me. Grabbing the hand I tossed it over my shoulder. Holding on to the arm I flipped them onto their stomach and then twisted the arm until I heard a very satisfying yelp.

For a second my mind was in a complete haze, only telling me to cause pain, to hurt and to destroy what was in front of me. There wasn’t enough of my mind working to think about whom it was in front of me; just that they weren’t supposed to be there and that I was pissed they made me freeze up. It was only because of the whistle of the tea pot that I snapped out of my psycho mind-melt and realized who it was underneath me.

Sam.

Sam.

Shit!

I suddenly remembered everything that had happened yesterday, the finding them in the diner and the argument and then the talking and finally inviting them to stay the night here because I wanted to spend as much time with them before they left. I had hurt the first time I walked away from them knowing I wouldn’t see the again but last night it nearly killed me. Seeing them how I remembered them, squabbling like children and then all the confusion, I just felt like I would brake if they walked away again before I had enough time with them. Though in actuality it wasn’t like I really gained anytime with them. We went strait to sleep last night and I would have to leave in the next twenty minutes to work on some stupid food for some party.

But I still, suppose I got a little bit of comfort. I think last night was the first night in a long time I hadn’t dreamed of old nightmares I realized. I guess a part of me figured I was safe with the two of them right there in the other room. That really made no sense to the rest of my brain but hey I never said I was cohesive did I.

And here I was now, holding my brothers arm to the point of massive pain. Talk about a way to repay the favor.

Letting go of Sam’s arm I helped him up quickly being very careful of the arm I about snapped off. I was apologizing more in this moment than I think I ever had in my life. One of those Winchester things I think. Stubborn and never apologizing. Jesus I felt like such a jerk.

“Really I am so, so, so, so sorry. I can’t believe I did that and I’m sorry and I can’t believe what a jerk and idiot I am and I‘m sorry-” I started as I was taking off the water on the stove.

“Ellie, it‘s alright.” Turning around and looking up I saw for the first time that he was smiling slightly. I saw he was holding his shoulder a little awkward as I helped him into a seat at the table. And then I remembered like a friggin’ crash of lightning that it was the same one as a few nights ago too. If he had been holding his arm oddly the other night then right now it looked merely like weird! I swear to the all holy god that his shoulder looked about twice as big as it was supposed to be. Even as he was trying to smile I could see him wincing.

“No it’s not! That was your bad shoulder. Hold on one second so I can get something for it.” Hurrying into the bathroom I searched for that damn bottle. It worked great on anything that was sore, but only if one could actually find it to use it.

Ah-hah! Found it! After a little cheer and a little bit worried Sam I stared to pull out all of the other things I would need. After I filling my arms with more than I actually need, hey, better safe than sorry I walked out and pulled up a chair.

“Ok, shirt off.” I opened the jar and started to prepare everything and then I noticed Sam wasn’t moving. Looking up he looked sheepish. For the love of- I grew up with him! When did he grow bashful? “Sam, it’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before.”

“You don’t have to try and do anything-” He was stumbling over his words so bad he was putting Dean to shame. I had to stop him before he made a complete ass out of himself.

“Sam, shut up and take off the damn shirt.” And he started to. Yeah, I totally Obie-Wan bitched him. I was in no mood to play lets get comfortable with each other. I had work in fifteen minutes. He seemed to hear that there was no way I was going to fight over this and that I already thought I won. He took off the shirt, actually shirt, the boy wore more layers that I did! and I went to work. For a full minute neither of us said anything.

“Thank you.”

I didn’t pause in what I was doing. I knew Sam would start in soon. “Don’t. I should have done this last night and I should never have thrown you around this morning. Admitted, I was still asleep only just doing an impression of the walking dead, but still. So do me a favor and don’t start with the chauvinistic must be a gentleman crap, ok?”

“You haven’t changed a bit have you? Still very, difficult in the morning?” He sounded like he had been searching for the right word. I would have used bitch but again Sam was always too polite.

“Yep.” I try to sound annoyed here. Something though I said must have been funny. I would have ignored it but it was kind of hard when the shoulder in front of me was bobbing up an down along with his laughter. “What?”

“Nothing, just remembering. You know, I did the exact same thing to Dean when he broke into my apartment. He was coming to ask for help in finding dad and I was asleep and thought someone was braking in.”

“And let me guess, he didn’t call or anything before hand? Just simply dropped in?” Wow did that sound familiar, like I don't know two days ago! One thing about me was that mornings and sarcasm were very good friends. I would most likely have been a bit better if I had at least of been able to have some tea. I glanced over at the tea pot longingly but knew the water would have cooled down too much to make a decent cup. I guess I would just have to wait until I got done stairs.

“Yeah, not a thing.” I don't think he even pick up on the tab bit of sarcasm in my voice. Why I even tried sometimes. "First words out of his mouth was he was looking for a beer.” He shook his head at our elder brother’s antics and I found myself following along. Not that it actually shocked me, this was Dean.

“Ha, please tell me you kicked his ass.”

“Of course.”

A pause. I continued to work on his shoulder. An even longer pause. I didn’t really know what to talk about with him. I mean come on, it‘s not like anything like this was in a etiquette book somewhere. After another bit he finally brought something up. “Can I ask you something?”

“I really can’t stop you now can I?” I didn’t look up. I didn’t want to.

He sighed. “Why did you leave? Dean told me that dad banned you from the hunt but-”

“He did more than that!” God Dean! I can’t believe him. He probably down played it to look like I was being the petulant child who threw a fit cause I didn’t get what I want! “He basically told me to stay in the room, be a good little girl and do nothing! The only people I had were out risking there life’s and I was sitting on my ass doing nothing. Dean was pissed because he thought I was getting out easy but every time they went out it left like…like-”

“Like what?” Sam’s question stopped me mid rant. Looking up I saw he generally cared and wanted to know. He, like always, was trying to fix everything. He couldn’t possibly know that he was in part the reason for all of this.

“Like I was loosing you all over again, like this time they wouldn’t come back. Stupid how the way I solved the problem was leaving them huh.”

“Ellie-”

“No, it was for the best. I all worked out anyway.” I went back to the shoulder in front of me and realized there was nothing more for me to do with it. It still looked more black and purple than any part of a human body should but now at least he would be able to move it with out cringing. “Done. Anything else I should look at.” Looking down I winced. His shoulder wasn’t the only thing that looked like a meat tenderizer had tenderized it. His whole torso looked was purple. He shook his head and I let out my breath. I should have guessed he would have said that but I looked up and realized I didn’t have the time to fight with him. I had all of ten minutes to get to work. With this finished I began to get up, slapping the just tended to area.

“AHH, what the hell was that for??” He sounded like he was still in pain. That shouldn’t be right.

“You saying that hurt? Stuff must have gone bad.” Shouldn’t have though, I only made it two weeks ago. Maybe I bought so bad ingredients. I was going to have to have a few long talks with my supplier next time I saw him.

“AHH, what the hell was that for??” She looked at him oddly as though she actually thought it wouldn’t have hurt hitting his very purple and soar shoulder. She had just spent the last five minutes tending to it with the tenderest of touchs, that of which he hadn’t even seen many doctors have and then she slaps it!

“You saying that hurt?” Wait. “Stuff must have gone bad.” She turned away from him finished up cleaning up. Sam then noticed it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would have. Experimenting he started to roll it a bit, being very careful. Then he began to get bolder and found that his shoulder actually didn’t hurt. Ellie turned around in mid roll, arms filled again with medical supplies and he was caught.

“Maybe it doesn’t hurt.”

He looked so sheepish it was kinda cute and I was glad I hadn't just wasted the last five minutes doing something that did even work. Looking at him moving his arm around I could tell the pain was gone now but it would be back later. I should probably give him the whole jar; he would use it within a week’s time for this alone. “Here, take it. You need it.”

“Thanks. What is this stuff anyway?” I heard behind me. He was standing up as I took the supplies back into the bathroom.

“Um, a while back I ran into that Vandou priestess we met like when we about twelve-”

“The one that hated us the second she saw us?”

“Yeah, that one.” I rolled my eyes. “You do know,” Coming back out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. He now had his shirts back on. “-she hated you guys because John immediately went asshole on her. Anyway, I ran into her and well one thing led to another, I helped her out with something and she taught me a few remedies. Gave me a whole book actually.”

“Nothing like magical or anything right?” Christ on a spit Sam was annoying some times. I may be a bitch all the time but did he really believe I would ever go dark side. I mean we grew up hunting things like what he was suggesting.

“No, just some herbal things. Made with stuff from the farmers market, just herbs and stuff.” Ok yeah, grave yard dirt and things that would be hard to explain to an officer of the law, but nothing too bad. No animal sacrifices here, now way. Everything was on the right side of the line in my book or jsut towing the line, but honest to God nothing bad.“So, how did you even get all these anyway?” We both were leaning against the counter and I really wanted to get away from this topic. If he asked what was in what I put on his shoulder I would have hard time there. Nothing too bad but we were John Winchesters children after all. If it so much as looked like a big bad and evil we killed it. I didn’t want him jumping to the same conclusions I knew John would.

“I thought you wanted nothing to do with the hunt anymore?” But from one uncomfortable topic to the next.

“I’m not asking about the hunt. I’m asking how my two older big brothers, who happen to be hunters, got beat to all holy hell. Cause even Dean never got this banged up back when I was still riding with them and you know how he has a tendency to jump in guns blazing.”

“Yeah he does doesn’t he? Well, we ended up looking into a murder that just seemed weird. First the police thought it was a bear attack because of how the body was but then thought different when they found signs of robbery and the fact that whatever it was came int through the ceiling window. We found out it was a hunter and then we found out it was vampires. There pack was bigger than we thought and at one point they caught us.”

“Ah, I see.” Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam gazing at me seeming to evaluate me. I wonder what was up with that. “So how did you end up getting out of that mess? You would have had to kill them all because they would have come after you later. You know, once they had your scent and all.”

“Well Dean actually did something smart and had a plan up his sleeve.”

“For once.”

“Yeah, for once." He snorted. Even he agreed with me. "Anyway, even with all the planning it all went to Hell anyways. If Dean hadn’t gotten some blood before hand, well…” He trailed off there and I got what he meant.

“That must have been fun. Stealing dead mans blood can get tricky, especially with all the security around morgues and all. I would never have guessed people would try and protect dead people so much.” Turning towards him I saw something I really didn’t like. He was evaluating me. Something about how he was looking at me just wasn’t right. He almost looked at me like how John would when he was trying to figure out something about a hunt. Only then I would know why he looked that way. Now though, this was Sam and he was looking at me like that.

Quickly thinking about something to say I asked the first thing that popped into my head. Probably not the wisest cause it could easily cause a fight if it went wrong. “Hey, where’s Dean. He should have been like, jumping on me for…earlier.”

“Ah, he was making a call. Just informing Bobby that all here was good. He wasn’t going to tell him who we found here.” Something crossed his face then, something I couldn’t make out. But from how grave his next words were I didn’t think I wanted to. “Hey there’s something I think you should know.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Um while we were looking for dad every once in a while he would send coordinates for a hunt or something. Not a lot, just a couple of times. But he did call once, basically to tell us to stop looking for him. He also told us something he found out, about mom’s killer.” He paused for a second.

“What, did he find it? Does he know what it is?” If John found the thing that killer our mother then-

“Yeah. It’s a demon El.” It was such a simple sentence yet I felt like I did back in October. Beaten down and having the crap kicked out of me, hit by a semi and then stop, rewind and repeat. Yeah that about summed it up. There were too many things that were a coincidence here. A demon stared this, a year ago a demon finds me and plays ‘let’s be a doctor/torturer!’ with me and around that same time John Winchester goes missing. It was all too much to look at and not think there was a connection to everything. I was at this moment glad that I was turned away from Sam. If he saw how I looked I know he would probably ask what was wrong, and at the moment I don’t think I could lie to him. But why, why pick our family. When all this had started we knew nothing about the supernatural. We were just a fucking normal every day run of the mill family when it came and destroyed everything! And why, what about us would ever bring this on? I just don’t get it!

“Ellie are you ok? “ I didn’t trust my voice at the moment so I just nodded. God, he just dropped the biggest bomb shell of my life, of our lives and all I do is nod. What a way to show I actually cared huh. If at that moment I wasn‘t facing a brake down I would have beat myself stupid for how damn careless I seemed at this moment. “Listen, about dad-”

“No Sam, I don’t want to hear it! Anything you have to say to me about that is most likely nothing I want to hear. Look, you won your war with him. He listened to you ‘cause he knew you were being smart, sensible, and that you could actually do it, the whole normal bit. You knew everything he could teach you so he knew you were as well protected as if you stayed with us. Me though, I could never win, never show him I could do anything with out screwing it up. He never trusted me with his back like he did you or Dean.”

“Ellie-

“No, it’s true. Even you had to have realized that. You were always the smart one, the one who could figure out anything if he wanted to. Dean was the loyal one who took care of us and was an absolutely great hunter. I was the disappointment, the screw up, the one John thought of as completely worthless when it came to the hunt and being our family that was the only important thing with us. So when I realized that was how it was always going to be I left. And now, I’m not going back.”

I knew I sounded emotional and tired and all but I couldn’t really care. To tell the truth, the hunt scared me, especially after what Sam just laid on me. Demons scared me and if I joined them again, if I ever fought again along side John I would have to at one point fight demons, maybe even the one that haunted my nights, every single one of them. I would have to give up everything I had here to do something that in all purpose was the one thing I couldn’t. And what was worse, while I was looking up at my brother I wanted to tell him but how could I? What in the world would ever surmise of all my fears that I would find on the hunt? I would never be able to tell him and thus he would never be able to understand. I could say everything else in the world and he would never give up the thought of me being back with them, of being a family again. Nothing other than the truth would ever be enough for him and that was the one thing I could not give. Nothing I said would make it all right, with them or me.

“And that’s ok.” Turning away from Sam I saw Dean walk into the apartment. I’m guessing he heard a little bit about what was said but he didn’t seem mad. Huh. It really was too early to have all this dropped on me, and then added on to that to try and figure out the ways their minds- Wait. I looked at the clock. SHITTTT!

“Oh shit! I’m late!!” I rushed around gathering all that I needed. Damn, damn, damn!! “Lock up after you leave!” And I was out the door, leaving behind two very bewildered brothers and every problem my mind was thinking over only about twenty seconds ago.

They both blinked. One second their sister is talking about their father and then she’s panicking and out the door. One second all serious and acting like dooms day was coming and then acting like the world was ending, because she was late. Neither of them were ever going to understand how their little sister’s mind worked.

Turning to Sam he started to tell him about his call. “Bobby says something is going on. All over the grid things have been popping up.”

“He know what?” This wasn’t really good. If there ever was a wrong time it was right now. With both of them being beat to Hell and then finding they would have none of the hoped for help. Well Sam wasn’t seeing a bright side of the rainbow at the moment.

“No, all he can say though is that whatever it is seems big.” Dean looked completely worn out. If Sam had been hurt then Dean should have been in all rights dead. At one point the two had been captured by the vampires and anytime the came near Sam he would do anything he could to get them away from his baby brother. This included mostly opening his mouth and pissing them off. Though Sam could see how beat up Dean was because he was trying to protect him he knew that Dean would never admit it. Winchester stubbornness. Looking down at the bottle on the table he wondered if he could somehow get Dean to use some. Of course he would have to lie about exactly where he got it.

“Ok.” Sam rubbed his head. He could feel a head ache start to build up.

“Now I think we should maybe spend a few more hours here and then hit the road, maybe head for Bobby's-Sam!” Dean had looked up just in time to see his brother fall to the ground while grabbing his head.

As Sam had fallen to the ground he hadn’t being able to hear Dean. Suddenly images were flashing across his mind. It was night in a town, a small town, with a fountain in the middle. A demon with yellow eyes, holding someone by the throat. He was killing them. Sam could see their lips in the dim light turning blue. A square in the back ground, filled with demons. More than he could count.

Then he was back in the apartment. Dean kneeling over him and then he realized that he was one the ground.

“Yo Sam, SAM!” That was the worst one ever. His head felt like it was going to fall off. Looking up he saw Dean was very worried. “What the hell happened Sam?”

“Vision.” such a simple word caused an instant reaction in Dean. He went from worried to instantly pissed. Not at Sam but that it happened to Sam. The fact that any of this happened to his brother and that there was nothing he knew about it or could do had always been something he would be mad about.

“That was a vision? Since when do they knock you out cold for a whole five minutes?”

“When the demon is in the picture.”

“Wait, you can’t mean-” He started to help Sam up.

“Yeah I do mean. I saw the demon Dean. Except he had yellow eyes.” He was sitting in a chair at the table.

“Tell me everything you remember.”

“It was night in it and the demon was killing someone by strangling them but I couldn’t see who. And there were a least a dozen demons around him.”

“Ok Sam, did you see anything that could tell us where he’ll be. A town sign, a post card, or anything?”

“No just a town square with a fountain in the middle. But it was dark.”

“Frickin fantastic. Just how are we supposed to find this place? A square with a fountain isn’t much to go on. Who knows how many of these small towns have something like that.”

“Why do you think it’s a small town?”

“Just saying. I mean look at this one. Hell it could be the very damn town.” Dean didn’t really think about what he was saying but Sam immediately stood up and made his way for the window. The one that over looked this own towns very square. Fountain included. And the one he seen only a minute ago.

“Dean, that’s it. This is the town.” Dean looked up and then walked over to the window and looked out.

“You sure?” He said glancing at the town below. Everything was normal at the moment. Peaceful and clam. He couldn’t imagine it with filled with demons, killing any who got in the way. And the fact that they just so happen to be in the town all just didn’t add up.

“Positive.” Immediately Dean pulled out is phone and started dialing. “Who are you calling?”

“Dad.” He paused for a second and then turned away from Sam, waiting for the stupid voice message machine to shut up. “Hey dad, you need to drop whatever your doing. I can’t say how but I know exactly where the demon is going to be. Dad, we need you here, before tonight. So please, just hurry.” He ended with telling them where they were and then hung up the phone.

“We have to tell Ellie.” Sam said suddenly. Dean turned around, looking at Sam like he was insane and not particularly happy about his idea. But it was needed to be said whether he liked it or not. Said and done.

“You really think that’s a good idea. She already said her piece on what she feels about all this. She won’t want to know about what is going on.” Sam here looked pensive here. He was holding something back and Dean could tell. “What is it?”

“It’s just, I don’t think she’ll fight as much as you think. Remember how we thought she might have hunted at some point?”

“Yeah but what does that have to do with anything Sam. We don’t even know for sure.”

“Yes we do.” He walked away from the window and over to the table. He picked up the jar that she had used earlier and handed it to Dean. “She told me that she ran into that Vanduo priestess we did when were children and Ellie did something that ended up with her teaching Ellie some certain remedies. She used that on my shoulder and now there is nothing. No pain, anything. ”

“So she could have just helped the old lady with her groceries Sam. She’s gotta be like eighty now. This doesn’t prove anything.”

“Yeah, that alone doesn’t but with everything else and then added that a women who hated hunters, who had hated us the second she saw us and then liked Ellie for something we don’t know just adds to it. And there’s the fact when I told her what it was that beat the crap out of us, she didn’t even flinch Dean. Hell, she even knew about dead mans blood. We didn’t even know that or that vampires were real until we read Daniel Elkin’s journal.”

At this Dean didn‘t say anything for a moment. He was processing everything over in his head. When he finally did though his word were very slow. He was careful with each and every single one of them. “So our little sister has been hunting.”

“Well, not for the last year though. You know how that one girl said she’d been here a year. And those scars-”

“-Look about that old.” Dean was leaning against the table still trying to process everything. He didn’t know if he should be pissed or proud. Pissed cause his baby sister was out hunting by herself or proud cause she obviously did it well enough not to be killed. And in their job that was pretty well. “I don’t know man. Maybe she has a reason for not wanting anything to do withal this. And how do you think she is going to react when we tell about exactly how we know this. She’s not going to simply accept you going all vision boy Sam.”

Part of the reason Dean didn't want to tell Ellie about this was he really didn't know how she would react to the vision bit. Dean wouldn't put it past her to blow a gasket and he didn't want Sam to have to go through that. He may not have understood his sister at all but he understood that Sam cared for her, probably as mush as he cared for Dean himself. He didn't think Sam could not brake if she turned her back on him on this. He already looked at himself sometimes like he thought of himself like the things they hunted, he remember the conversation after Max and Dean would be damned if he aloud Ellie to make him think that for real. She carried a lot of weight with Sam and he just didn't think he could take that chance.

“This is Ellie here. She’s more open minded than you think.” Sam understood why Dean hesitated and he also knew his sister. She would probably be silent for a few moments and then go on to the next thing. Yeah, even for their lives the whole vision thing walked the line of way weird but he knew Ellie would never doubt him, never turn her back on him. Dean might not understand her but this was something they needed to do.

After a few moments of staring at each other, say more than they could had they spoken with words Dean finally caved, giving into what his brother wanted. “Yeah whatever. Fine. Right now though we need to prepare as much as we can. If this is as bad as I think it is going to be, we‘d better be ready for our own little war.” He just hoped that the war they fought was with the demons instead of their sister, as twisted as that sounded.

Things were seeming to get back to normal today. No more crazy crowds so work wasn’t nearly as hectic as yesterday. There were though a few strange things. Like the streaker in front of the diner or the couple half naked making out in the fountain. It really would have added effect if there was actual water in it. Other than that it seemed to be a normal day.

It had been two hour since I left my brothers upstairs in the apartment and was then thoroughly rimmed out by my boss for being two minutes late. Two freakin’ minutes! Uh, after that we got the party thing done and after that all was normal again. I saw my brothers in glimpses every once in a while going to there car and then going back to my apartment. I was a little concerned. I mean what did they want from their car that they would bring back to my apartment? I let myself think maybe clothes, you know since they probably had a stack of clothes that hadn’t been washed in a least a month. More so when thinking about Dean. But in the back of my mind I was a little worried.

Shaking my head though I went back to work. I would worry about it later. It’s not like it really had anything to do with me. Other than my water bill I don’t know how it could and I wasn’t about to even begin to try. There worries weren’t mine.

The bell above the door rang and it had been awhile since I’d seen the not so caped duo. I almost didn’t want to look. It had bee too quiet and they were still in town. Finally calling up the guts I had I did look. And then I groaned.

The two were just standing by the door. After so many years I could tell want hey want from across a diner and simply by the way they looked. With my head ducked I went over to them. This was either good bye, which a part small and all didn’t want, or it was something else. I could tell it was something else though. They hadn’t been taking things out to the car but in and they looked like shit. Nothing new but I had a feeling that it wasn’t ‘cause my couches were lumpy.

By the time I made it over I was a hundred percent sure it was the second and probably most problematic. I stopped in front of them and tried to smile big. Maybe it would help? Right?

“So I guess you two are leaving? If you want I could fix you something up for the road. Sandwiches or burgers-”

“Actually we have to talk to you. Outside.” Dean didn’t even look at me. Shit, Dean wasn’t the type to not look at you when talking. Something about looking a person in the eye being the more manly and right thing I guess. Him not looking at me told me he didn’t want me to see something, something that would most likely make me run in the other direction than want to talk to them. Again, shit.

“Um.”

“Please Ellie, it’s real important.” Sam asked, and I said ok. Nothing else I could have done really, not with Sammy looking the way he did. People say it’s the baby of the family that gets whatever they want, but they obviously never saw one Sam Winchester. Older brother and pain in the ass at the moment with the puppy dog eyes.

With a quick signal to the back I walked with them out side. Following them to the alley way that led to my apartment for a second I thought they were going to actually go up the stairs but they stopped after a few steps in. In the shadows we stood and I waited for them to start.

“Ellie we have to tell you something and you have got to listen ok? This is so important and no matter how insane it may sound or how much you don’t want to listen you have to. You have to believe us.” Sam was practically pleading with me. I found myself nodding. Sam wouldn’t be like this unless it was anything important. Dean would jerk my chain to a point but never this and Sam just couldn’t ever pull something like this off as a scam.

“Well, you see, here’s the thing.” He seemed to be having a very hard time with trying to get out whatever it was. That only made me worry more. Sam wasn't the type to stumble like this. He was the smart one who could lecture you for three hours on the best way to go at a hunt and never stumble. I think I was about to panic when Dean finally cut in to rescue Sam.

“Ok this is going to sound nuts but we know that a dem-” Suddenly a honking sounded out cutting of the elder Winchester. He was annoyed by that immensely but I couldn’t bring myself to smirk. I took a quick glance to see what was going on when I frozen for the second time today.

I could just feel that my brothers also found their eyes traveling across the way to the street just beyond. All three of us looked up to see an old car stopped in the middle of the road because a guy had stopped there too. We watched as the guy came around to the driver side and then with out any warning pulled out a gun and shot himself. Strait in the head. Never before in all my years of hunting had I ever seen a sight like this one. Everything was normal, the sky was clear and sunny and people where merely walking about like every thing was normal and then this happened. The image of red spaying through the air was familiar, but the just normalness of everything else just seemed to amplify the horror of that second. He had been but a foot away from the driver and now she was covered in blood and absolute having hysterics. I think it was her screaming the pulled me from my mind and set everything in to a panic.

The three of us were running toward everything before we could even think. Once there I realized who it had been. His body was lying limp on the ground, brains in a splattered heap. The driver got out of the car still screaming and fell toward the body. Yelling and screaming, she grabbed the guy’s body and dragged him into her lap. She stared to rock back and forth, cradling the corpse in her arms.

“What the?” Dean muttered. No one besides me had heard him. I turned away from the sight and looked up at him.

“It was her son.” The guy they had seen had really only been a child, seventeen. Now here he was, dead, and in his mothers arms. I couldn’t see her any more but I heard the sounds she was making. I had heard a dog make that sound before, but never had I heard a human, a full grown women make it. It sent a chill down me and I began to look anywhere, for anything that might help me throw off what was going on behind me.

Why did I have to look away? There on the top of one of the building across the square, at least four stories stood a man. No one else saw him, there eyes all upon the scene behind me. So no one but me saw when he went to take a step over the edge.

“No!!” But it was too late. He was already falling and in an instant he met the ground below. By how he hit the ground there was no way he could be alive but I still ran forward to see if by the grace of god I could save him.

When I go to him and leaned down to check his pulse I felt nothing. God, what was going on? As I started to lean back I was grabbed by the man in front of me. I noticed briefly that the bones were stick outside of the skin in such a manner that shouldn’t have been possible. His head which had been turned to the side from a broken neck turned to me. I gasped as I saw what was before me, black eyes staring up and a malicious grin.

He laughed before he said his words. A laugh that I knew. “Ha Ha. I found you Eleanor. Long time no see. Maybe the next person I play with will be one of your brothers. Or even better yet perhaps your pretty boy toy. Yes I think he will do just wonderfully. Only a matter of time till I find him. Ha ha ha haa!!” In the next instant the only thing I saw was the black smoke escaping from the body.

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