So, this just kinda popped into my head while I was playing around with the first two chapters and it took on a life of it's own. It's definitely AU cause I have no idea what the big bad secret is and we won't know 'til January, and since I can't predict the future I don't even wanna try. This is purely for my sanity, cause if I hadn't of written it down finally, it would be bugging me until I did. You should be warned, the boys have pouty mouths and I couldn't really stop some of the things they just wanted to say. On the other hand, you will rarely ever find me dropping an f-bomb in a fic, so you don't have to worry about that.

Oh, and since none of this is mine and I'm making no money from it, please don't sue me. And the title was inspired by the song by Thrice, which I don't own either.

BIG, HUGE THANKS to my beta curt kenobi. You are awesome, love! I don't know where I'd be without you!

A woman sat on a tall black horse before him, three figures on horseback behind her. He knew immediately it was a vision. The woman, though, was so real it unnerved him. She scanned the area with an cold, hard blue-grey gaze. Her clothes were modern, a tank top with tight pants tucked into flat heeled boots. The sword sheathed on her belt was the first thing that really caught his attention. Once he got an even closer look at her eyes, though, he was sent reeling.

She appeared to have the eyes of a bird, with slits for pupils. Then he noticed her ears, which were pointed, multiple piercings rising to the tips. Long, auburn colored hair fell to her waist, framing an unnaturally beautiful face. A circlet of silver holly leaves stretched across her forehead and disappeared under half of her hair. Around her neck hung a silver chain, from which a silver crescent moon hung.

Turning to the man sitting slightly behind her, she said softly, "It's ahead of us. We need to get it, before they do, or everything will be lost."

The man nodded and clicked his tongue, urging the horse forward. An arrow sped past his head from behind seconds later, missing and hitting a tree with a 'thunk'. The woman turned around, catching a glimpse of a fifth rider galloping towards them with a crossbow out and pointed at them.

"They're here! Hurry!" she shouted, kicking her horse in the side and speeding forward. Something shined in the moonlight, in the direction in which she ran, sticking out of the earth in the middle of a clearing. The man hurtling towards her on horseback was beginning to overtake her. Hand dipping down towards the object, she plucked it from the ground, pulling up to full height on the horse and wielding it in the air.

Yanking the reins on the horse around, she turned and faced the man behind her. The man released an arrow and it flew towards her, only to be knocked away by the object. He moved closer, unsure as to what she held and whether he really wanted to know, but curious enough to inspect it. The object was a sword, as beautiful as the woman wielding it, blade thick and silver, stained with the earth it was pulled from. Writing ran down the blade from the bronze colored hilt, words in a language he couldn't read or place.

Twirling it beside her, she swept it through the air, catching her enemy across the stomach as he finally overtook her. The man fell from his horse and pulled himself to his feet, pulling the sword from his belt out. The woman swung down from her horse, catching his blade in a shower of sparks that came from the sheer force. Fiercely fighting, the man didn't realize that the woman was winning until he backed into a tree and found the sword buried in his stomach.

"Let's go!" she yelled as she yanked it out, pulling her own sword from its sheath and replacing it with the sword she'd pulled from the ground. Jerkily thrusting her own sword into a sheath on her saddle, she swung back onto her horse and glanced around once more. Satisfied that there weren't others, she clicked her tongue and kicked the horse in the side, breaking into a full gallop.

"Sammy, come on. It's ok, just take it easy. Come on, man, get through it, that's all I ask," he heard someone saying. No, not just 'someone'. His big brother. Dean. There was no mistaking that voice. Everything was blurry, but he was coming to and his brother's face was looming worriedly over his head. He tried to smile, but it was weak and he knew it by the concern on Dean's face. His head was pounding and all he wanted was to take some Tylenol and bury it under a pillow.

"Hey," was the first thing he said, knowing it sounded lame, but not knowing what more to say. Dean flashed a quicksilver, worried, teeth-gritted, half smile and looked Sam over.

"Hey, kiddo. You with me?"

"Of course," he immediately responded, confusion making him spit it out without thinking of what Dean really meant.

"Good, then let's get you onto the bed and I'll find a bottle of Tylenol so you can explain the latest vision," Dean replied, not really knowing that there was a more significant meaning behind Sam's words then he'd thought. When he returned from the bathroom with the bottle, Sam happily accepted.

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"That was really weird," he stated, glancing up at his big brother. Hissing in pain, he automatically regretted it when he realized the light was right behind where Dean stood. Covering his eyes with the heels of his palms, he winced as a sharp pain jack-knifed through his skull.

"What'd ya see?" Dean asked, seating himself next to his baby brother on the bed. Sam didn't seem to notice, too wrapped up in the memory.

"I saw four people on horseback. This woman was leading three men. It was in the woods. They were looking for a sword, but somebody was chasing them. I don't know Dean. She was dressed modern, but it was all medieval and shit. There was a crossbow, swords. She wasn't human, I know that, but neither were any of the others. Dean...her ears were pointed. And I mean like, all Legolas from Lord of The Rings pointed," he said.

"Damn. Was she at least hot?" Dean asked, flashing his devil-may-care grin. Sam rolled his eyes. Typical Dean. Only cares whether she was hot or not, he thought to himself, but secretly he knew he wouldn't have Dean any other way. He was just happy Dean was acting semi-himself again after their dad passed.

"Yes, Dean, ok?! Like I said though -- it was weird. Her eyes were like bird eyes, with the whole slits-for-pupils going on and all that. And there was, like a, crown going across her forehead, made of silver holly leaves. Also her necklace. A silver half-moon. I'd recognize it anywhere, the writing on it is so obvious," he told Dean, who nodded and stood, stretching.

"Well, do we have a heading?" the older hunter asked, moving towards the door as someone knocked on it, carefully peeking through the peep-hole.

"No," Sam shook his head as Dean pulled the door open and turned to look at his brother, gesturing for the person to enter.

"Now we do," he stated, before the person entered.