A/N:

Ok guys. Sorry it took me forever to repost this! My life has just been really hectic with college and everything. I will work my hardest to keep up with this and keep posting chapters often. Alright, this is my old story 'stolen' for those of you who remember it. I had hit a rough spot with it and it was going nowhere. So, naturally another story idea had popped into my head. I had started to work on that and i tried to make it fit for 'stolen' but i couldn't figure it out. I figured that i would just work on that and see where it was going to go. Well, then one day it all hit me right smack in the face! I was talking to my friend liz about this whole thing and in the middle of my sentence it all morphed together in my head! So now its all good and nice and perfect and i know the story from beginning to end!!! now i just have to sit down and write it!! lol. So i renamed this to 'behind blue eyes' because it fits the storyline better. Plus the song kinda goes with it too! lol. this will be a miniseries of stories. Two definitely but possible three! So enjoy and please please review for me! thats the only way i will continue with this is if you give reviews. even if you hate it just please review for me!! k? love ya!!

"Behind Blue Eyes"

By: Mustangz!

Prelude

I never knew my mother. . .I've only seen her in pictures. Neither my brothers or my father had talked about her when I was growing up. All I ever heard about was the demon that had killed her. . .and how close it had come to almost killing me. . .

Growing up wasn't easy. With two older brothers and a father, it was hard being the only girl. As I matured into my teen years my father could barely look me in the eye for but a few seconds. I was a mini-model of my mother. My sandy brown hair, my hazel-green eyes. He just couldn't take looking at me and being reminded of her. I hated seeing the pain in his face every time he darted his eyes away from my gaze. . .

. . . but. . .there was this one time that he just kept his eyes trained on me. . .but it wasn't me he was looking at. . .those weren't my eyes. . .

It had been two years since Sam left for college, I had been thirteen at the time. He'd given me a number that he could be reached at, but anytime I called he never picked up. So I'd leave messages but of course he didn't call back. Eventually, I gave up. . .

"Linzey," John called from the front door of the small apartment. "I'm headed out to the store real quick. You need anything?"

In the cramped two bedroom apartment it wouldn't have been hard for me to hear him, but I was a little preoccupied with Metallica.

"Linzey!" This time I definitely heard him. I quickly poked my head around the doorway of my bedroom, and looked down the hall at him. "Do you need anything from the store?!" He yelled over my stereo. I shook my head and he turned to leave. He stopped as he opened the door and looked over at Dean who was lying on his back across the couch reading the newspaper. "Keep an eye on things. I'll only be a few minutes."

"Yep,"Dean responded without lifting his eyes from the article.

I retreated into my room as the door closed behind him.

Dad had gotten us this small apartment "so that I could go to school." I seriously doubt that that was the main reason seeing as how there was a lot of our kind of stuff going on in this city. And do you actually think that I did my schoolwork on the laptop? Of course not, I was looking up the paranormal history of this city. Well . . .until Dad caught me the one day and practically shoved the schoolbooks down my throat. You see, Dad didn't like the idea of my fighting demons with him and Dean. They taught me how to defend myself and how to kill a demon, just incase anything (or someone) attacked me. Dad just didn't want me getting hurt or . . .killed. He couldn't stand to lose me like he did mom. And I understand that. BUT I'M A WINCHESTER! I LIVE ON KICKING DEMON ASS! So do you think Dean or I told him about the times we snuck out to go hunting? Absolutely not. Though he probably knows from the mysterious bruises I'd have some mornings. But I've got news for him if he expects me to just sit on the sidelines while they destroy The Demon. Nuh-uh. Nothin' doin'. I'm gunna be right in there with them . . .

I walked over to my window and watched Dad's truck drive away. When I was sure that he was gone I reached over behind my stereo and picked up the small water pistol that I had hidden there. I carefully walked down the hall to the bathroom and filled it up. After I finished I crept down the hallway and peeked around the corner in to the extremely small living room. Dean was still on the couch with the newspaper. A huge grin spread across my face as I stalked around to the couch, using all the hunting techniques Dean had taught me. I was crouched behind the couch now, making sure that I was in the right position to pounce.

"HIYA!!"Rising to my knees I pointed the water gun over the top of the couch and pulled the trigger. A steady stream of water shot from the plastic barrel and assaulted him right between the eyes. The expression on his face was priceless.

He threw the newspaper to the floor, blubbering from the water running down his face. Just then, the water began to trickle until it stopped coming out of the gun. His eyes shot up and locked with mine. Terror flashed across my face.

"Oh you're dead," He smacked the gun out of my hands and proceeded to leap over the couch at me, an evil grin on his face.

I scrambled trying to get to my feet and bolt but I wasn't fast enough. "Dean, no!" I squealed as he grabbed my shoulder and drug me to the floor. He held my arms down with his hands and straddled my stomach, pinning me on the floor.

Now, I was strong for a 15 year old girl. Seeing as how Dean takes me out fighting demons. But having the full weight of a 24 year old guy on me was a little too much.

"Ugh, Dean you're heavy."

He put the fake shocked look on his face and gasped. "Linzey Marie Winchester . . ." He paused. "Is that weakness I smell?" He released his hands from my arms and grabbed my sides, tickling my ribs. Yelping and wiggling I tried to rid myself of his onslaught. His laughs reverberating through my body.

All of a sudden my stereo and all the lights in the apartment went dark. We both froze immediately. Neither of us made a sound for a moment trying to get our eyes adjusted. My ears rang from the sudden silence.

"What the hell?"I raised onto my elbows as Dean made his way off of me.

"Could just be a power outage." His voice when he said that sounded like he hoped that's what it was. He took my arm and helped me up. I looked over at the bottom of the front door.

"Uh, Dean,"I motioned for him to look. There was a thin line of light coming from the hallway right outside of our door.

"Damn, the hallway's got power." His eyes darted around the dark apartment, as if searching for something.

"No, you don't think its -"

Just then the lights kicked back on and we were blinded for a moment. A dark form stood right in front of us.

"Shit!" Dean was thrown backwards across the room by an invisible force. He slammed hard against the wall and crashed down to the floor.

"Dean!"

His crumpled body on the floor gave no response. Horror gripped my heart. It was as if everything that I had learned about hunting and fighting had been erased from my memory. Seeing this thing knock Dean out without even flinching scared the hell out of me. I didn't know what to do. I stood there frozen. The figure's yellow eyes fell on Dean's body. A hellish grin spread across its face as it turned and looked at me. I went to run but before I could move I was hurled backwards and pinned against the wall by the same force that just threw Dean. I tried to fight but the pressure was unbearable. Each time I struggled the invisible hold got tighter and tighter. I cried out in frustration and fear as the figure stepped closer to me. Those burning yellow eyes caught my gaze and locked me in. Right then I knew . . .

"Oh my god." I cried in horror. . . It was The Demon.

"Hi, Linzey," The evil voice echoed in my head. "Wanna' have some fun?"A black cloud formed behind The Demon. . .and I screamed.