-This is a supernatural ff, it's set when Dean goes to Hell and Ruby and Sam are training to take down Lilith together. Enjoy-

"Sam, wait!" Ruby cried out but it was too late, the motel door slammed shut and the demon was left alone in the dingy room. Sam yanked open the Impala door and sped off, half drunk and unafraid of death.

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart beating hard against my ribcage. My is head pounding, and I yearn to remember the rest of my vision.

A black impala.. A brown haired woman with heartbreak etched onto her face.. A bar?... The GlasGow Bar... A tall man with deep sadness.. To his bones...

I purse my lips, why would I get a vision like this? I never get visions about people. I don't even know if this is happening now or tomorrow or in three years. I glance over at my car keys sitting on my desk, I know the bar in my vision. It's an old Irish pub that's been bordering on shutting down for years.

I bite my lip and decide to scout out the bar, maybe just drive by it. I pick up my keys and trade my pjs bottoms for jeans and put on a coat. I struggle to put my curly mane into a pony tail and head out the door and into my small red car. The bar is only a ten minute drive and since it's about one in the morning there is no traffic. My heart sinks to my stomach. There it is, a dirty black Impala sitting in the parking lot for the bar.

"This is too weird," I mumble to myself. I pull into the parking lot and turn off my car, I make sure to park away from the Impala, I don't want to seem too stalker-ish. I get out of my car and walk into the bar. I train my my eyes to the floor to draw away attention.

I lift my eyes momentary to pick a spot in the bar and my eyes make contact with the man. He's staring right at me, his face is soft but his eyes are hard and full of emptiness. I gasp a little, the intent stare makes me uncomfortable. I instantly regret my girlish gasp as soon as the man smirks. "Sorry for the scare," He said, his smirk fading into a smile. "Uh, it's okay." I smiled back, still uneasy.

"My name is Sam."

"Hi Sam, I'm Reed."

I shake his outstretched hand. "So, what are you doing at this bar so late?"Sam asks, his gaze on me while drinking his beer.

"I just felt like a drink," I say not quite making eye contact, for some reason he is making me feel odd.

He reverts his gaze and looks at the bartender, "Could I get another beer?" I almost question him and his still mostly full beer before I realize he must be buying for me. For a psychic I can be really quite dumb. The bartender doesn't hand him the beer but to me and nods.

"Thanks," I mouth and turn to Sam. "Sam, what brings you here then?" I put on my most normal face, not letting him get to me. Before he could answer me another vision falls into view, blocking out everything else.

A brown haired woman with curly hair naked.. Me?... Yes, me, naked.. Sam... Staring with Lust...

The shock of the vision pulls me out of it and I almost yell but laugh instead. Me, having sex with a stranger? A visionary stranger? Yeah, right.

Sam raises an eyebrow, I can't help but notice his nostril flares also. "Oh, sorry I just totally spaced out, I'm so sorry!" I assured.

"What were you saying?" I gulp my beer down, ignoring it's bitter taste

. "I said I was here looking for someone, but they didn't show and I was wondering if you wanted to get out of here," He frowned, probably hurt thinking I was rejecting him.

"Not to be rude, but if you're asking me to sleep with you I think you're moving fast." I say feeling awkward. He laughs, a deep almost sexy laugh. "I meant to get food, this bar doesn't serve." I blush immediately and feel like an idiot. "Yeah, sure, what do you have in mind?" I ask with a small smile.

-The end, so far-