A/N: Nothing you recognize from the show Supernatural does not belong to me. Anything new is mine. This is a new Fanfiction of mine. I hope you enjoy. Tell me what you think so I know if I should continue with this one. Dreams/Visions are in italics as well as thoughts. Read and Review please and thank you!!! I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter One: Visions
A young man with thick brown hair, blue eyes, great build, very attractive. He wore a black leather jacket over a red button up with a black t-shirt on underneath it. He wore his hair slightly spiked. He held a gun in his hands. He stood in the center of the woods, head turning, listening to his surroundings. The look on his face was angry yet worried at the same time. He moved through the trees, searching for something. Someone, perhaps a man, passed behind him. They were there only a second. He turned but the man was gone. He said a name but no sound came from his mouth. He again moved through the woods. The wind was howling, as the trees bent to its will. The forest green and the sky gray as storm clouds moved overhead. Soon the rain started to fall. He moved through the woods again until he was standing in a small clearing, tall trees surrounding him. An older man appeared behind him, a gun in his hands. He raised the gun and pointed it at the young man. He said something, but still so sound was heard. The man dropped his weapon and put his hands up, eyeing the man with the gun. They spoke and only one word was heard…Stones Throw. The younger man frowned and yelled something to the older man. The younger went for his gun and then a shot was fired, the young man falling backward, blood spilling from his chest, and moments later from his mouth. He gasped for air but soon died his eyes only half lidded.
I shot awake. Gasping for air. I hated when they happened when I was asleep. They were more painful. My head was throbbing and I was drenched with sweat, my body shaking. The nightstand light switched on and he got out of bed, sitting next to me, embracing me. I leaned into him and put my hand on his arm as he cradled me in his arms.
"I'm so sick of this, John. I am so tired." I told him.
"I know." He said softly. "I know baby girl." He said and kissed my head.
He held me until I fell asleep again. When I woke up I was alone. I sat up and pulled my knees up against me. I ran my fingers though my hair and yawned. I slipped out of bed and went into the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror, my twenty-five years reflecting. I studied my face, it was oval shaped, nothing spectacular. I had hazel eyes with long wavy brown hair, again, nothing spectacular. It got it the way but I refused to cut it. I had an hourglass physique with a bit of baby fat. I wasn't overweight but I wasn't skinny either. I had something to hold on to. That's what Jim always said. I smiled at the thought of my fiancé. I closed my eyes and the dream went through my head, seeing it all over again from my memory. I turned on the cold water and splashed water on my face. I got into the shower and cleaned every inch of my skin. After the visions I always felt like they had taken a part of me. Showering made me feel like I got it back. I put on my usual jeans and t-shirt before going back into the main room. I was sick of living in hotels but I didn't have anywhere else to go. I grabbed my cell and dialed the overseas number that I dialed at least twice a day.
"Hey baby." I said when he answered the phone.
"Hey." He said happily.
"Jim, I miss you." I told him.
"Honey, what's wrong?" He asked concerned.
"I'm just lonely. Are you still coming home at the end of the month?" I asked him.
"Nothing could keep me here. We've gotta start planning that wedding." He told me. I could hear the smile in his voice.
I smiled. "It'll be the happiest day of my life."
"Mine too." He said. "But I can't talk long. I've gotta start making my rounds."
"Okay baby. I love you lots." I told him.
"Love you lots too honey." He said sweetly. "Talk to you soon."
"You bet. Bye."
I hung up the phone. As I put it on the nightstand the door opened and John came in with two large cups of coffee. He smiled and handed me one. I took a big drink and gave him a big hug as I thanked him. He had been very good to me. He showed up just after my visions started. He had deceived me in the beginning and I pushed him away for a long time before finally giving him a chance to talk and everything he told me turned out to be true. Ever since Jim was sent to Iraq for the war, life had been hard. I couldn't afford the apartment we had on my own so I ended up loosing it. I had to put all of our stuff in a huge storage locker, and paying for it took up the rest of my savings. John helped me with that. He helped me with a lot of things. He's the best friend I've got, a father figure, and I wouldn't have been able to make it without him. The town was still strange to me. We had just moved here when Jim had gotten his orders. It was hard but still, I was supportive of him. I made it for a short while with what we had but I couldn't find a job and what I got for him being in the service wasn't enough for all of the bills and payments we had.
When my visions started I didn't know what they meant. I thought I was going crazy and the headaches were so bad. I'd see things that I had no idea what they were. People being hurt or killed. People screaming or committing suicide. I'd try and forget them but then a few days later I would see the person walking down the street or on the news. The things I saw would always come true. I made the connection but still didn't believe what was happening. The next day John showed up telling me he was here to check on me at Jim's request. He had a uniform on and everything. I confided in him. I told him everything that was going on. Everything except for the visions. He was very supportive throughout the following days. Stopping by to make sure everything was okay. Then he started to ask about my family. He asked simple questions about what my parents did and if I had any siblings. I answered his questions, telling him what they did and that I didn't have any siblings. Then he asked where they were. Being truthful I told him that they had died when I was very young. I hardly remembered them at all. He asked how old I was. His questions started to get to me. I didn't think he needed to know everything about me and I was starting to get uncomfortable. I asked him to leave but he kept coming back. He got even more curious about my family and me. His persistence paid off. I finally told him what he wanted to know. I had been three when the house had caught fire and burned down. My mother was killed in the fire and my dad died shortly after, I always said from a broken heart. John had gotten a sad expression on his face when I said that. I asked him about his family but he turned it back on me asking me more questions.
He had been there nearly a month and I hadn't had any more visions. I thought it was over, whatever it was, but then I had the worst one I've ever had. It had been of a man getting eaten by something. I couldn't tell what it was but I knew where it was happening. I went there to stop whatever it was. John had followed me and had asked me what it was that I had seen. I wasn't going to tell him. I still thought that he was in the service, still there by Jim's request. But he didn't drop it so I told me. He wasn't shocked or disturbed by the news of my visions. He simply asked me exactly what I had seen. I told him and he told me to wait there and that he'd be back. He took off and when he returned his arm and chest was bleeding freely but the man I had seen in my head was there supporting him, barely a scratch on him. After that I asked John who he really was. It seemed to take hours for him to explain. He never knew Jim and he's never been in the service. I was shocked at his deception but at the same time he could explain what was happening. He could tell me why but also that there was no stopping it. It was hard to hear but at the same time I wanted to know what was going on. I pushed him away but in the end I couldn't do this on my own. My visions happened more often. I needed someone and he was there for me. He did more for me than anyone had ever done before. I didn't want to see him anymore but he came to me when I was moving everything out of the apartment and helped me. By the end of the day he was back on my good graces. He helped me financially with the payments that still needed to be made. I owed him so much. Now we traveled to wherever my visions took us. I had to be back in San Diego by the end of the month to get Jim but for now I had devoted my life to trying to help the people I saw things happening to. It was a lot and sometimes far too much. But John helped me deal with it. He held as many burdens as he could. His and mine.
"Thank you for everything." I told John as I let him go.
"It's nothing and you know it." He told me. "So where are we to next?" He asked me.
"I'm not sure." I told him. "He was in the woods. He got shot by an older man. There wasn't any sound in this one. Only two words. Stones Throw."
"Stones Throw?" John said and thought a moment, sitting in front of my laptop. "I'll have to look it up."
"Maybe I'll look it up." I smiled putting my hands on his shoulders. "Remember what happened the last time you tried to use my computer?"
"I got you a new one." He grinned and stood up. "Fine, Evy, you do it."
I typed it into a search engine. It brought up quite a few matches but the closest one was a town name in Minnesota. It looked to be in the middle of nowhere. We were currently in Wyoming; Minnesota would be at least a day's drive if we didn't stop. We packed up the few belongings we had and loaded up the truck. John's phone rang but he didn't answer it. That had been happening a lot lately.
"Is that the same person calling you?" I asked him.
"No." He replied.
"John, you can trust me." I told him.
"I know I can." He said and took my hand in his, kissing the top of it.
I smiled at him, allowing him to keep it to himself. We settled into the truck for the drive. It was long and I slept part of the way. There was little talking and I spent my time looking out the window.
We stopped at a hotel for the night. John went for provisions and came back with Chinese food for dinner. I happily ate my share as he puttzed with notes that he had taken. I tried to convince him to take a break and eat but he kept telling me in a minute. I gave up and reached for my phone. I dialed Jim's number and soon his voice came on.
"Hi honey." He said sweetly.
"How are you doing today?" I asked him.
"We lost a few men today. It's been hard." He replied.
"I'm sorry." I told him. "It makes me worry for you."
"No need to worry. You know I'm careful."
I smiled. "I know you are. I'm sorry about your men." I told him as consolingly as possible.
"It's alright." He said the cheeriness back in his voice.
We talked for nearly an hour before he finally had to go. The time difference itself was hard to work with and he needed to sleep. When I got off the phone John was watching me.
"What?" I smiled at him.
"Nothing." He replied.
"Liar." I told him. He just smiled at me. "I'm going to go for a walk." I told him.
"Be careful." He said and looked back at the papers that were scattered in front of him.
"You know I will be." I smiled and put my cell in my pocket.
I left the room. The sun was setting but the town was nice. It was still warm. South Dakota had proved to be a decent state. Plenty of stuff to do but almost nothing to see. I found a small trail in the back of the building leading into a small wood. It was lucky that there even were trees here. Most of the state was treeless. I walked as far as the sun would let me, turning around once it was a dim line on the horizon. I was only a few yards from the parking lot when a snapping in the woods stopped me. I turned in the direction of the noise but I didn't see anything. I kept moving, picking up my pace. I was nearly to the parking lot when I was grabbed from behind. I was lifted and thrown to the ground. I turned and looked into the face of the hotel owner.
"Mr. Larson what are you doing?" I screamed.
He got in my face and his eyes were yellow. My eyes grew wide as he grabbed my throat.
"I've been looking for you. Is John here?" He asked.
In a moment of bravery I glared at him and said, "I don't know who you're talking about."
He laughed and threw me again. I hit the ground hard. He grabbed me by the throat again and lifted me off of my feet. I could still breathe but he started to squeeze.
"Don't worry. I'll leave you in the office for him." He grinned evilly.
"You're so full of shit." I told him as I dropped one of my arms. "You won't kill me." He laughed.
"You're right. I won't kill you. Not yet." He grinned. "I have plans for you." He told me.
"Be that as it may, you need me." I lied. I just hoped it was convincing enough. I reached into my pocket and held down number two. "I've seen something that you're going to want to know about."
He faltered at the words. I heard running and then a shot was fired that went into Mr. Larson's head. He dropped me and took off through the woods. I looked up to see John running toward me.
"Evy!" He yelled.
"John!" I yelled getting to my feet.
I meant to run but I had a nice gash in my knee, preventing me from moving as fast as I wanted to. He met me halfway and I threw my arms around his neck. I didn't mean to cry but the tears came faster than I had wanted them to.
"It's all right. Everything's going to be okay." He said stroking the back of my head. "I've got you. Everything's going to be okay." He brought me back to the room and sat me down on the bed. "What happened?"
"I was on my way back and I was grabbed. It was Mr. Larson but his eyes were yellow and…" I stopped at John's reaction. "What is it?" I asked him.
"It's the demon I've been looking for." He told me.
"The one who can possess anyone?" I asked. He nodded. "The one that killed your wife and your son's girlfriend." I stated. He just looked at me. "I'm sorry." I told him.
"Don't be sorry. It almost got you too." He said and the look on his face made me want to cry. "It can't happen again." He said as he cleaned up my wounds.
"John, I'm okay." I told him, gently rubbing his cheek. "You saved me. I'm all right because of you. Thank you."
He smiled. "I wish everyone could say that who has met me."
"You are a good man." I told him.
"That's only because you see the good in everyone." He grinned.
"I didn't see the good in that thing tonight." I told him.
The smile left his face. "I'm just glad you're okay." He told me.
Just then the room started to spin and the familiar pain in my head started as the scene changed.
A small town came into view. It panned out to show the entire town. There was a sign that read 'Welcome to Stones Throw'. Several people walked by. A middle-aged couple passed by, their backs facing me. I watched them and the man turned his head. It was the man from the woods. He glared at me. The picture jumped to a small gas station with beat up cars in the small lot. In moved through the station into a back room where a young man was tied to a chair. He was being beaten by a bald man, a whip in his hand. His back faced me keeping me from seeing who he was.
I opened my eyes and the vision was done. I looked at John who had a concerned look on his face.
"There's more to it." I told him. "Another young man is involved. I didn't see his face though."
"Tell me." He said and sat next to him.
I told him everything that I saw and it seemed that the situation had worsened. I still didn't know if what I was seeing was the past, the present, or the future. I couldn't sleep that night and John was just as awake as I was. I limped to my bag on the bed and started to pack.
"What are you doing?" He asked me.
"We might as well go. There's no reason for staying when neither of us are going to sleep." I replied.
"Evy, you need rest." He said walking up to me. He stopped me by putting a hand on my arm. "You've had a rough day."
"So have you." I told him and kept going.
In the end John packed up his own belongings and we were driving away from the hotel by midnight. The car ride was quiet. There wasn't a lot to say. After being on the road for a few hours I did manage to get a few hours of sleep. It made me feel better. I popped a few Ibuprofens to hopefully stop the throbbing in my knee. I had never been treated so poorly but I knew that it wouldn't be the last. My life had taken a drastic turn. Things that I wouldn't have ever thought of before, things I never knew existed had just become the center of my life. I was no longer just Evy Connors. I had turned into Evy Connors, a visionary and a fighter of evil. Even in my head that sounded ridiculous, yet not an hour later we were in the truck again. On our way to Stones Throw to save men we had never met before.
"Are you sure you're okay?" John asked me.
"Winchester, stop asking me that." I told him slightly annoyed.
"You only use my last name when you're angry with me." He smiled.
"Quit asking me if I'm okay." I told him. "It's you I'm worried about. If the demon is back than you have a lot to deal with."
"I can handle it."
"You think you can."
"I can." He told me sternly.
"You should call your son." I told him.
"Why not?" I asked him. We'd had this conversation before. "Your boys must be worried sick about you and you refuse to tell them that you're okay."
"They're better off not knowing where I am. It's safer for them." He replied.
"Yet I'm with you." I said looking at him.
"You need protection and I need your vision. Now that the demon came after you it's now even more important that you stay with me. If he strikes again…" He said and stopped staring out the windshield.
"I can take care of myself." I told him.
"You couldn't when he attacked you." John stated.
He was right. "I can learn." I told him.
"From me." He told me.
I sighed, knowing that I was not going to win this argument. "What about when Jim comes home? I'm getting married. I already have my dress. I can not keep doing this." I told him.
"You don't have a choice. Your visions will not stop. You have a responsibility to the people you see. You have the power to help people. If you stop the guilt alone from doing nothing will destroy you." He told me.
I looked at him and felt a twinge of pain. He had been through so much. I wanted to help but I wanted Jim. I wanted to make a family with him and to have a normal life. I knew it wasn't going to happen but in the back of my mind I wanted to make it work. Have my family and on the side help people. Make sure that they were saved. If I called John with my visions he could do the saving, I'd just do the seeing. I watched John as he drove and felt sorry for him. He lost his wife, had to teach his boys that what normal kids thought were their imagination were real and that they needed to be afraid. I felt sorry for his sons who had to grow up unlike any other, with guns and fighting skills to learn. I couldn't imagine what they had been through and now I was doing the same thing.
We stopped at a rest stop on the way there and John got out of the truck. He came around and opened my door.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Get out of the truck." He told me sternly.
"John…" I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt. I got out and he slammed the door. "What's wrong?"
"You want to learn so let's learn." He told me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked him.
"I'm not going to be around forever and you need to learn. Have you ever shot a gun?" He asked.
"I do have skills John. I'm engaged to a Soldier." I told him.
"Show me." He said and tossed me a handgun.
There were handicap signs lining one side of the lot and I put a hole it the center of each of them. "There…" I said and tossed the gun back to him.
"Good." He said and before I knew it he had thrown a punch at me.
I ducked and blocked his next punch throwing my own that made contact with his cheek.
"What's wrong with you?" I yelled at him.
"Again." He said and threw another punch.
We kept at it until my lip was bleeding, my eye a little purple, and John's abdomen was bruised.
"I guess I underestimated you." John told me as we made our way back to the truck.
"I hate you." I told him.
"I know." He smiled putting his arm across my shoulders.
I smiled up at him and hugged him. We got back in the truck and drove the final hours to our destination. Soon we would hopefully find the men in my visions and save the day…again.