DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters (Dean and Sam Winchester, Ellen, Jo or Gordon) and I'm not trying to steal them. They belong to Warnerbros. I do own Peyton

Chapter One: The Boys

Her heart was beating fast, thumping in her throat. She looked over her shoulder at the man following her. He wasn't running after her, just walking leisurely behind her, a silver blade in hand. She ran through a few trees then her feet hit hard packed sand. She looked ahead and saw the lights on a small wooden building. She picked up her speed and ran up onto the wooden deck. She stopped, leaning over to catch her breath, glancing back at the man who was still slowly following her. Pulling open the door, she jumped inside the building and closed the door behind her. Turning around, she saw an older woman behind a bar talking to a man a few years older than her. A man about her age was playing pool with a blonde girl.

"You have to help me," she nearly choked. "There's a guy out there who's trying to kill me." Losing her composure she stumbled onto a stool and let the panic well up inside of her. "Please he's got a knife!"

The two men in the room looked at each other and swiftly went outside. The blonde girl came over and sat next to the hysterical young woman.

"It's okay," the older woman told her. "The boys will take care of it."

"The-the boys?" she said, swallowing.

The woman nodded. "Yeah. You'll be fine. I'm Ellen. This is my daughter, Jo," she added, pointing to the blonde girl.

"Oh. I'm-I'm Peyton."

"Nice to meet you, Peyton," Ellen said. "Now do you know why that man is trying to kill you?"

She shook her head. "No. He's been stalking me for two weeks. I don't know why. He-he called me a 'freak of nature.'"

Ellen glanced at Jo. "Do you know why?"

Peyton shook her head. "No. But he attacked me last week and then I didn't see him for a while. Then he just showed up today with a big slash across his face."

"A slash? Did he ever have one before?"

"No. It looked like a big knife or something like that did it."

"What does he look like?"

Peyton glanced toward the door. She could hear talking outside. "He's black and he always had a knife with him."

"No gun?" Ellen asked.

"No. Just a silver knife," Peyton told her.

Just then, the two 'boys' came in. The older one looked annoyed and pissed off and the younger one looked rather confused.

"It was Gordon," the older one said slowly.

"Gordon? I thought you dealt with him," Ellen replied.

"Yeah, me too."

"Do you know why he wanted to kill me?" Peyton asked quietly.

"Yeah," said the younger one, sitting down on the other side of her. "He said you were controlling a spirit called a deva."

"Deva?" she repeated.

"So you're not controlling a deva?"

"She doesn't even know what one is, Sam," the older man said from his seat next to Jo.

Sam, Peyton thought. That's a nice name. She slowly inspected him from head to toes. He's really cute. Wonder if he's got a girlfriend. She then turned her attention to the older brother. He looks familiar, she thought then gasped quietly.

"What?" the older man said, noticing her staring. "Is something wrong with my face?"

She shook her head. "No, it's just…" Biting her lip, she reached into a back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a picture. She looked at it for a minute then turned it over. Then she looked up at him. "Is your name Dean Winchester?"