DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the supernatural characters; just borrow them for my story. I do, however, own my own characters Billy, Miriam and their kid.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: OK, I think I better just admit it right away; this is a story I'm very nervous about. I'm not usually writing stuff like this and I don't know if the plot is good enough…. But I'm hoping and my good friend Wine says it works so I'm praying she's right…. You might think this chapter has too little Dean and Sam in it, but just give Billy a chance – he's a real nice guy, ;) and I promise it will be more Dean and Sam centric in the next chapters; OK? So please, read and review!

Thanks and a lot of credit goes to Wine-in-to- water and Boscobrain for helping me deal with the plot and my nervousness. You guys are the best! And thanks to my faithful beta JOEY! who never let me down. I would be lost without you!


Miriam awoke with a gasp, cold sweat making her t-shirt stick to her back. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before sitting up in bed. Looking over at Billy, who was sleeping peacefully, she sighed and bit her lip. She knew she had to wake him up and she hated it. As a hunter, Billy rarely got a full night's sleep and the fact that one of her visions would cause him to lose another one was plain depressing.

She sighed again and tiredly ran her hand over her black hair. She had had visions since she was twelve and now, six years later, she knew how to handle them, but they still affected her life and the life of those around her. She considered herself lucky, though, because the fact that both Billy and his father were hunters had made her life easier and less awkward. They understood her powers and didn't make a big deal of it. It was just another part of their life – their reality – a strange reality, but a reality nonetheless. She loved Billy to no end. He was fun, loving, caring and devoted and – at only eighteen-years-old – he was one of the best hunters in the states. That she knew for a fact.

But most importantly; he worshiped the ground she walked on, even though she was a psychic. And nothing seemed to be able to change that. Not even the fact that he not only became a father at the age of sixteen, but also had to deal with the fact that the same demon that had killed Miriam's mother, and driven her father to suicide, had come for his own son – which probably meant the kid was a psychic, too. At least that was what Billy's father said. There was no way to tell yet, though – the boy was only two – but Miriam knew in her heart that her former guardian, now father-in-law, was right.

Nothing about it seemed to bother Billy, though. He just made sure to keep them safe. Miriam could still remember the night the fire demon came for Sean. How Billy had heard her scream and how he had appeared in the doorway with his shotgun, fired one shot, grabbed Sean from the crib and lunged at Miriam, making all three of them to go through the window. They both had to spend weeks in the hospital, but they had survived – all three of them – and if Miriam hadn't loved Billy beyond reason before, she definitely did after that. Especially since he immediately made sure to rent another little house for them to live in – instead of the one that burned down.

Miriam's father had been a hunter, too, and Billy's father was his partner. After her parents died Billy's father took care of her, which meant she had spent her whole childhood in a never ending parade of dirty motels, hunting things. And it had left her with a desperate wish to offer her own kid something else, something normal. Well, as normal it could get considering that his father was a hunter and his mother a psychic and that the fire demon wanted him. And Billy understood that, without her having to tell him. When she had asked him to settle down and hunt from a home base instead of cruising through the country, he just nodded in agreement and asked her to pick a place, although it meant he could hunt less.

Billy stirred beside her and she took the opportunity to run her hand through his curly hair.


He lend into her touch. "Hmm."

Miriam smiled. "Come on, Billy. Wake up."

Billy's eyebrows knighted together and then he opened his eyes – immediately alert. "Miriam. Why are you awake? Is something wrong?" Sitting up to get a better look at her, he gently lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. "Another vision?"

Miriam nodded wordlessly. Billy lay back down and groaned. "Oh, man. Don't tell me I have to get up and drive to some freaking hell-hole on the other side of the country."

Miriam suppressed a chuckle and ran her hand through his hair again. "No, you don't. We actually have some time this time, and it's only about thirty miles from here."

Billy sat up again. "What is it about this time?"

"You have to save two kids."

"From what?"

"A spirit."

Billy groaned again. "Wonderful! How old are they?"

"Ten and six."


Miriam sat her jaw. "None present at the moment. That's why they need you."

Billy eyed her carefully. "You know exactly who those kids are, don't you?"


"And?" he coaxed gently.

"Dean and Sam Winchester."

Billy stared at her. "John Winchester's kids?"

Miriam nodded.

"You gotta be kidding me!"

She shook her head.

Billy rubbed his face and sighed. "Do you have any idea how freaky that guy is? I mean, he's not normal. He even threatened to shoot Dad once."

"I know. I was there," Miriam said softly.

"Yeah. Right. So, he really left them alone, huh? Isn't that Sam kid a psychic, too?"

Miriam nodded. "Probably, since the fire demon wanted him, but John expects Dean to keep him safe."

"He expects a ten-year-old to do that? He's a kid himself, for God's sake!"


Billy shook his head in disbelief. "I knew he was freaky but that's just plain wrong!"

"I know, and that's why Dean needs your help. And John can't really help it. The grief has made him lose focus on what's important," Miriam replied softly.

Billy snorted. "'Lose focus.' Gotta be the understatement of the year! You realize he's gonna be pissed as hell because we interfered with his business, right?"

"I know, but if you get there in time, he will never know."

"OK, just tell me where, when and what to expect."

"It will happen in approximately 23 hours and…."

Miriam continued to bring Billy up to speed and at the same time, thirty miles away, Dean Winchester looked out the window and shivered. Something was wrong, very wrong. He could feel it, but he didn't know what to do about it and, not for the first time, he wished his father would come back soon….