"Juliet, remember, only an hour baby. It's late."

"Yes Daddy," answered Juliet Marcus. She headed down the driveway of her father's farm just outside of Jefferson City, Missouri. As always her faithful Lab, Justice, was by her side, acting as her eyes. See, Juliet has been blind since birth. Justice has been Juliet's lifeline for as long as she could remember.

Juliet turned onto the small highway. It was very late at night. What was a blind girl doing out that late? Ever since Juliet's mother died, Juliet's been unable to really sleep. When she got old enough she took to walking the highway with Justice. Only an hour though. So Juliet, dressed in a long white summer dress, a pair of blue jeans and flip flops with her long brown hair tied back, walked down the empty silent road with Justice as her guide.

The night would not be routine though. This night would be the beginning of something new for Juliet Marcus. It was the night when the Winchesters were thrusted into her life. It started with Justice stopping suddenly. In the distance she heard the faintest sound of an engine. Justice barked and tugged Juliet forward. "What is it Justice," she asked, reluctantly following the dog. As Juliet got closer the air grew thicker and there was the very distinct smell of blood and gasoline that followed a car crash. "Justice," she called to her dog, stopping. "Justice stop," she said quietly. "We… we should go back, come on. Come on." Her dog would not listen though. She barked and pulled forward, pulling out of Juliet's grasp. "JUSTICE," she called after her dog. She reached out walking forward slowly. She could hear glass crunching beneath her feet. "JUSTICE," she called to her guide.

Juliet reached out a shaky hand and it came in contact with cold metal. There was glass there to and it cut her hand. She ran her hand over what she assumed was the car until she found a door handle. It was the back driver's side door. Juliet slowly opened the door moving forward. She was just in time to drop to her knees and catch a heavy mass that she quickly identified as a person. Juliet screamed and reached out with one arm to find her guide. "JUSTICE," she shouted. She ran her hands over the body slowly. A man, she could tell that much as her hands ran up his chest and over his neck. There was a lot of blood on him. She found his neck and was able to search for a pulse. It was faint but it was there. He was alive. "Justice," she called to her dog. Finally she felt her companion brush up against her. "Justice hurry, go get daddy. Hurry," she said quickly.

The dog left her side running back towards her home. Juliet just sat there with this unconscious man lying in her arms. She was shaking and terrified. Juliet didn't know what to do. All she could think of was to run her shaky fingers over his face to find out what he looked like. He had fair features, at least in her opinion. As she held him there she took note of everything. His arms were strong, he was very masculine in nature, but not overly so in her opinion. She thought she heard a noise from the front seat. "Hello," she said quietly. Juliet lowered her head once more as if to look at the man. "What's your name," she whispered to the lifeless man.

It seemed like an eternity before she finally heard the familiar voice of her father. "Juliet," he called to her.

"Daddy," she shouted turning her head towards his voice. "Daddy call an ambulance. Hurry!" Juliet sat there as she felt Justice sit down next to her. "It's okay girl," she whispered to her friend. She heard her father's footsteps fade away. "Don't die," she whispered to the lifeless body she was holding in her arms, covering her in blood. That was all she could think of. She didn't want him to die in her arms. Juliet had never been so frightened in her life. Everything was so still, it was scary. She thought she heard some slight stirring from the front seat again, but was afraid to let go of the body that had fallen into her hands. "Hello," she called, but there was no answer. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The only sound she could hear were crickets and the sound of her own racing heart. Finally in the distance there was the faint sound of an ambulance. Then, like a rush everything came back into focus and she was being pulled away. "Let me go," she screamed. She didn't want to let go of this unknown man, but they were pulling her away. "No I can't let go of him, he might have a neck injury. Please," she shouted. None of this even registered to her.

"Miss you have to come with us please," a young man's voice said. "We'll take care of him. Please, come with me." Juliet was let into an ambulance. She sat down listening to the sounds around her. Her trusted dog wasn't at her side. Justice had stayed behind with her father. One of the paramedics took her hands as she sat there and bandaged her hands. Her feet were also cut. She wasn't alone in there though. She could feel the stretcher at her feet. "Who… who's in here?"

"Who… who are you," a tired and cracked voice whispered in response to Juliet's voice. Juliet jumped and turned toward the voice. She stretched out her hand but the paramedic pulled it back to continue bandaging it.

"Ju… Juliet Marcus," she whispered. She stretched her hand out slowly again and found the speaker's hand. He had soft hands. She hadn't been expecting that by his voice. "I… I live just down the street," she said quietly. "Where… where were you in the… in the car," she asked.

"My brother," he said quickly as if he had just remembered something. He tried to sit up quickly and Juliet instantly pulled her hand away. She jumped and looked around quickly. "Where's my brother?" The medics tried to calm him but he wouldn't hear any of it.

"Your… your bro… brother," she asked quietly and he suddenly calmed down.

"Yea… Yeah," the young man answered. "He… he was in… he was in back. Is… is he all right?'"

"I… I don't know," she said simply. His brother was the man she was holding. Juliet was still worried about him. She had his blood all over her. She turned toward the young man's voice. "But… but I'm sure the doctors will do all they can." Juliet stretched out her hand again and found his, holding it comfortingly. "You shouldn't move around so much. You're hurt. You should rest," she said simply. "What's your name?"

"Sam Winchester," he answered her simply. He had a soft voice, very kind, very caring. He held her hand and gave it a small squeeze. "You can't see me can you?" She shook her head and smiled. Sam didn't say anything else though. He lost consciousness shortly afterward. Juliet was left alone and confused. She didn't know what to do. They were taking her to the hospital as routine procedure and to make sure there were no more injuries than her hands and feet. Her father said they would meet her there.

She was still thinking about the man in her arms. Sam Winchester's brother. Older of younger, she wondered. What was his name? She had so many questions. Finally they got to the hospital and she rushed into the emergency room with them, not even realizing she still didn't have her canine companion to guide her. "How is he," she asked over and over again. There was so much chaos. No one was listening to her. "Somebody tell me how they are please," she pleaded. Finally one of the younger paramedics took her off to the side and sat her down. He knelt in front of her and explained the extent of the injuries that Sam Winchester's brother suffered. The worst being massive blood loss. Her hands shook a little. Her entire body was shaking actually. Juliet's life had been quiet up until that night. Now it was chaotic and frightening.

"Come on," the young man said. "Why don't we get you cleaned up," he said taking her hand. He gave her a set of scrubs and led her to the bathroom. Juliet walked in and washed her hands, as best she could since she couldn't see. She leaned over the sink for a few minutes trying to calm herself. That was a failed attempt though because as she stood there she bent over the sink and threw up. After a few more minutes of throwing up, Juliet splashed water on her face. Then she got changed and walked back out. He took her hand again and led her to her seat in the waiting room by her father. Then the young man took her blood soaked dress and told her he'd wash it. She sat there for hours. Her father said that they should go home but she didn't want to. Juliet wanted to make sure that everyone was all right. She wanted to make sure the man she held there lived. He told her she needed rest and she said she had to find out how they were. "Daddy," she said softly. "Holding him there like that. I felt like I held his life in my hands. I have to make sure that he's all right."

Finally her father gave her a bit of freedom. He left her there at the hospital, telling her to call her when she wanted to come home. Shortly after he left she fell asleep. She didn't wake up again until around ten the next morning. When she woke she found herself in a room lying on a bed with a thin blanket covering her. Juliet looked around nervously. Juliet's hands began to shake again as fear gripped her. Then a vaguely familiar hand took hers and she calmed down a bit. "Sam, right" she whispered. He gave her hand a small squeeze. She breathed a sigh of relief and a small smile formed on her lips. "Are… are you all right?"

"They say I'll be fine," he answered her sadly. "A couple days in the hospital and I'll be fine."

She noticed the sad tone of his voice. Juliet stood and moved closer to his bed, only to discover he wasn't in one. He was sitting by her bed in a wheel chair. She blushed a little as she had sort of fallen on top of him. She stood up straight and sat back on the edge of her bed. She sighed and stretched out her hand to find her. "I'm glad you're all right. How's your brother?"

Sam sighed and shook his head. "He's in pretty bad shape. My dad's still out but the doctor's said he'd be fine. Dean's pretty banged up though. He's in a coma. They're not sure if he'll ever wake up." Sam's eyes were filled with tears but Juliet couldn't see it.

She didn't have to see it though. She could hear it in his voice. They were close, him and his brother. She could tell. Juliet had always been good at that, reading people's voices. Juliet got off the bed after Sam took her hand and knelt down in front of him. "You'll take care of him though Sam," she said with a smile. "He'll be all right."

Sam smiled at her and squeezed her hand. "Do you umm… do you want to take a walk or something," he asked quietly.

Juliet smiled and nodded. "Sure," she said softly. "Hold my hand. Justice isn't here."

He smiled and took her hand a she stood up straight. "Justice? A dog?" She nodded. "Put your hand on the chair and I'll guide you," he said with a sweet voice.

Juliet liked his voice. It was caring. She liked the sound of it. Juliet placed her hand on the back of the wheelchair and followed him as he slowly wheeled himself down the hall. "Who's older," she asked quietly.

"Dean," he said simply. "He's always sorta taken care of me. We moved around a lot as kids and our dad wasn't always there." Sam sighed and glanced up at her. "So umm… if you don't mind me asking, have you always been that way? Blind?"

She laughed and nodded. "For as long as I can remember yeah. I don't mind. I'm used to questions." She turned the corner and something brushed passed her. She lifted her hand from the chair to apologize to whoever she ran into and stopped dead. She almost screamed by what she saw. Yes, what she SAW. Standing before her was a young man. He stood just above six feet tall. He had hazel eyes. Her hands shook terribly as she stared at the figure before her. It matched exactly what she imagined when she ran her hands over the unconscious man in the back seat of that car.

"Can… can you see me," he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Juliet," a faint voice called to her. She jumped when she felt someone take her hand and she looked down, seeing nothing. "Juliet, are you all right?" Sam's voice became clearer to her. When she raised her head again the man was gone. "Juliet?"

Juliet shook her head trying to figure out what just happened. Maybe it was her imagination. "Yeah," she said distantly. She turned again and began to walk with him. "I'm fine," she said distantly. She took his hand again for him to guide her in the wheel chair. They began talking again but she couldn't stop thinking about it. Had she really SEEN him?