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Saint awoke with a jolt, her lungs burning like they were dipped in gasoline and lit up. The coughing and wheezing followed scame on after and she couldnt seem to get her body to stop shaking. Her body was weak, just getting off of the bed and onto the floor was a challenge. Saint's hunter mindset came into effect like it had never left. Pulling herself forward she screamed as the pain shot through her. She gripped the door frame as if it would walk pain was slowly leaving, either that or she was getting use to it. Saint looked down seeing herself in a floor length white dress the sleeves were short and low on her shoulders coming down into a veck. I was more a dress you would find a woman at woodstock wearing,
nothing Saint would pick out in a store. Out of no where memories of her past couple years or months, she wasn't sure which, had flooded her mind. Screaming and darkness replaced the calm midday peace of the house she awoke in. She remembered most things up to a certain point , and then the in between and whatever was happening right now. Saint shook her head as if itwould relieve her of what her memory decided was a good thing to bring back.

Saint made her way down the hall to the living room. The sun shone through the windows, the house had a layer of dust over everything. It smelt musty and the whole house had a country decor. Saint moved forward to the door. Swinging it open all she saw was a huge field and a huge swing on the porch. It was silent out with the exception of a soft breeze causing some eerie chimes to sway around the house somewhere. Saint's eyes were strained as she tried to adjust to the around she gazed at the item in the house something that would help. A phone caught her eye, staggering over she picked it up and dialed one of the only numbers she had memorized in case of an emergency.
"Yeah?" the voice cracked over the phone.
"Bobby?" her voice raspy and low
"Who's asking?" her spat
"AJ... AJ Saint." she cleared her throat trying to make it feel better. The other line fell silent and she knew he wouldnever believe her.
"Bobby I need your help... I don't know where I am... Or What's going on." She almost pleaded over the phone. Bobby inheriteda nifty new tracking device from some friends around town.
"Fine." he didn't sound happy at all but she didn't question him, she only put her faith in him coming to find her, no matter the circumstances. Saint hung up the phone and walked outside. She sat on the porch swing, she wasn't sure how long she would be waiting but she would be ready.

The sound of an engine rolling down a dirt road startled her and ripped her from her living nighmares. The flashbacks killed her but they were all she remembered. The car came to a stop in front of her and she stood to let him know that she was aware he was there. Meeting him by the car she knew he would make her pass his tests. He threw a knife at her feet. Saint picked it up with one hand and sliced her open palm to show him the blood that dripped down through her fingers. She looked
up and nodded at him, dropped the knife and reached out for the bottle of holy water he held in his other hand. Bobby walked towards her giving her the bottle. Saint unscrewed the top and drank down a couple gulps with no reaction. Without hesitation Bobby wrapped his arms around her in a big bobby bear hug. The Most comfort she had felt in awhile she dropped the holy water and gripped him tightly.
"Come on girl, lets get you home!" he said softly.

Once they were home Bobby got some food prepared for her and sat across as she demolished everything on her plate.
"Don't think you came up for air once." he looked at her amazed that she packed all of it away. Saint smirked at him not sure of what to say.
"So.. I hate to ask." Bobby looked at her hoping she would understand what he was implying. Saint clued in and fast.
"I don't remember much like the months leading up to how it happened. I can't say how much I missed my mind.. My memories
are all mixed up in my head. I do however remember everything... all of it. It's all I think about." she not once made eye
contact with him, instead she stared at her plate. Bobby was taken back and not quite sure what to say at first.
"Uhh, So before it all.. what do you remember?"
"Last thing I can think of is..." her mind blank trying to recall the very last thing in place. "Umm, I remember tying up
loose ends. Talking to the people I hurt years before." Bobby didnt want to tell her but he knew it had to be said.
"You got awhole lotta' catching up to idea who pulled you back." For the first time all night Saint's eyes caught his.
"No idea must be magic.. Anything you can help with?" she said in a low almost whisper.
"Nahh.. But I can call in someone who can." with that bobby left the room off into his study. Taking the hint saint put her dishes in the sink and headed off the room her and Dean use to claim as their own. DEAN! She thought to herself. She felt her heart tug a little. Her first emotion since her fear and confusion. She wondered what happened to Dean, Was he ok? Did he survive? So many questions needed to be answered but first she needed sleep, today was probably the single longest day of her life and she needed to regain strength.

Saint felt refreshed but the white sheet she was wearing had to go. She rummaged through the closet and dresser until she found some old jeans and a tanktop. Saint made her way down the stairs to find bobby in the kitchen cooking some lunch.
"What time is it?" she blurted out breaking the silence in the house.
"1:30pm. Coffee is hot figured you'd want some. How was your sleep?" his harsh voice inquired as sincerely as it could.
"It was ok." she whispered back pour herself some coffee.
"Who is this mystery man coming to help out?" she asked while taking a sip and looking out the window.
"Old friend. Should be here anytime now." is all he said.
Saint found herself picking up the first book that seemed even a little interesting and started on reading the first chapter. Saint knew she had changed but ight now it was unclear to what extent and if it were good or bad changes. Coming back from where she did she couldn't think of any good changes that could have mentally taken place. Her ability to focus on anything that wasn't flashbacks was unbelievable. She flew through 4 chapters in a meer 35 minutes before the door bell rang and her focus was torn away. Bobby made a sprint for the door and it was clear he didn't want Saint to know. Saint watching this go on she returned to the book. When she was focused on anything but her memories she couldn't hear the world around her which was also the same for when she was drowning in them.

Bobby's hand on her shoulder caused her to flinch and smack it away. Bobby had a weird look on his face like he felt awkward. Thats when Saint saw him standing at the entrance. The second face she could be happy to see but yet the feelings were mixed, of course she was a little excited to see him but it didn't spike much after that. His friendly grin caused her halfhearted smile to show, which wasn't much of a smile at all.
"AJ.." he said breathing out. "It's good to see you!" he motioned to her.
"Sam... I could say the same thing!"