Hi, My name is Nova White. I am a sixteen year old girl. I hunt the supernatural. My family is dead. My sister who was my best friend, and my parents. Dead. Gone. Forever. I am a solo worker. I haven't met a lot of hunters but i do know one. Bobby singer. He and my family have been friends for as long as i can remember. I stopped contacting him after they died. We haven't talked in three years.

Yesterday morning something really weird happened. I woke up like normal, but i started getting headaches. Like worse then migraines headaches. I woke up knowing exactly where Sam and Dean Winchester were. I don't know what this is but i don't really like being a human GPS. I decided that after getting a bunch of weird visions of where they were and what they were doing i have decided to call Bobby. So i pick up the my cell phone. I scroll down the list until i find his name. I'm nervous because i haven't talked to Bobby in a while. He started making calls after he heard about my parents but i didn't want to talk about what happened. I still have awful nightmares every time i go to sleep. The max of sleep i get straight is about four hours if I'm lucky.

I hit the call button. After three rings Bobby picks up the phone. "Hello?"

i take a deep breath, "Bobby, its me, Nova."

"Nova, i haven't seen you in forever. What do ya need?"

"Um, I've been having these things going on in my head lately... Can i visit you for a few days. I'm not on a hunt and we need to talk."

"Sure. Just don't get yourself killed on the way there."

"I smile. Before i dropped out of school, I competed in a spelling bee in second grade. I got so scared i fainted, i had a nightmare about something scary. When i woke up Bobby said i hope you don't get killed on the way there. I know it doesn't really make sense but to my seven year old brain there were a million things as to what it meant. It was just a thing between me and him, and i liked that. "I'm coming now. I'll be there in two hours. See you then." i breathed out slowly and hung up the phone.

I got into my car, which wasn't anything special. My dad taught me how to drive when i was fourteen. He made me a fake drivers license so I could drive.

After what seemed like forever i finally made my way to Bobby's. I pulled into the junkyard and walked up to the door and knocked. Bobby opened it and hugged me. "It's good to see you Nova. How've you been holding up."

"I am making it by."

He understood i didn't want to linger on the subject and left it alone. We went into the kitchen where i made myself some coffee and sat down.

"So whats all this about your head?"

"I started having visions. About these two guys. The Winchesters. I thought you would know them or have any idea why the hell this is happening to me. I just woke up one morning and knew exactly where they were and am having vision on what they have been doing. I see them on hunts, in the car. Wherever they happen to be."

Bobby looked more confused then i was. "Yea, i know the Winchesters. They are family to me. I can call them up and see if anything weird has been going on with them. He picked up his cell and walked into another room. I sat there. sipping my coffee and staring at the rain. Waiting.

Ten minutes later Bobby came back out. "They are heading over. Dean says they can make it here tomorrow." He gave me a smile. "In the meantime, why don't you grab your things and head upstairs to unpack.

I went back to my car and grabbed the duffel i had since i was nine. It was a present from my dad. Inside were two daggers. One my dads, one my moms. They were matching and were the last things i had left of them. As well as my clothing and some holy water and salt. The rest of my "toys" were in the trunk. I walked back inside and up the stairs to my room. I remember it perfectly and Bobby hadn't changed a thing in it. The walls were the same yellow, and the bed and dresser were in the same spot. I loved this room because it always had good memories in it. i unpacked and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I got out and dressed into pajamas. It was around nine o clock.

I went to the top of the stairs and called down to Bobby, "I think I'm gonna hit the sack it's been a long day." he answered with a grunt and i went back to my room. I climbed into the bed and wondered which nightmare was gong to get tonight. Hopefully, it would be a silent one.

I saw my dad. Walking down the hall towards me. My dads eyes turned black. He said "I hate you. You are worthless. This is what we have become. He hit me, over and over again until my body was numb. I started sobbing and heard my body crack every time he hit me.

I woke up. there were silent tears down my face and my body was hot, sticky, and drenched in sweat. This nightmare was one of the easier ones to get through. there wasn't any screaming from this one and i was glad. I decide that it would be a good idea to go get some water, i was halfway down the stairs when my head felt like there was a pick axe going through it. i crumple to the ground with a yell, i see Sam and Dean in the car while Dean is singing horribly to Metallica. Then i snap out of it. I am now at the bottom of the stairs and hear Bobby throw himself out of bed.

"What happened?" he asked in panic.

i let out a groan, my head still ebbing. "I was walking down the stairs and then i got a premonition of Dean singing horribly, which wasn't really helping the pain."

"Why were you walking down the stairs at three in the morning?"

"I got thirsty." I really didn't want Bobby to know i was shaking myself out of the nightmare. It's gotten so bad, I've had to cut myself to know where i am. Sometimes i can't breathe after. Depends on which one i get.

"Well get your drink and go back to bed."

i nod and head to the kitchen. I turn on the water and fill a glass. When I'm done i slam it down. I head back upstairs and sleep.

I wake up to a knock on the door. I hear Bobby open it and laugh. I guess i should get up now... think to myself. So, i throw myself out of the bed and throw on some clothes. I put on some eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner and brush out my hair. Its brown and straight.

I slowly head down the stairs, grabbing the railing to make sure if i get a repeat of last night, I'll be okay. I walk to the door and stand behind Bobby. He turns and says "Sleeping beauty has arrived."

I smile and playfully punch him on the arm. Then i look at Dean and Sam. Sam is tall, and has longer hair. Dean on the other hand, is shorter, with spiky hair.

Dean holds out his arm. "Hey I'm-"

"Dean." I finish for him. he looks surprised but shrugs it off. I walk back to the kitchen and grab some coffee for myself. A few minutes later, Bobby, Sam, and Dean follow.

We all walk over to the kitchen. Sam looks at me. "So whats up with these premonitions?"

"Well I've been having them about you and Dean. Basically just you guys on hunts and in the car."

"Is that it?"

I glance at Bobby. "Not exactly. I also know where you guys are 24/7. Kinda like I'm a human GPS."

"Hmmm. We'll talk about it later. For now i want to eat. You got any food?" he asked while rummaging in the fridge. He settled on an apple.

While Bobby, Sam and Dean talked i headed back up to my room to see if i could find anything on my freaky premonitions. I didn't. By the time i was done the time was ten. Wow. I really didn't think i could do that literally all day. I'm surprised Bobby didn't call me down. Whatever. It's time to get some sleep now. I change into a loose t-shirt and brush my teeth. I climb back into bed and drift off.

Its dark. I see my mom this time coming towards me. She's screaming at me about why she died instead of me. I'm sobbing and she hits me. She had a blade and draws on my forearm with it. Deep red blood pours down it. She just keeps hitting me. Im sobbing and screaming. My body is numb with pain. She grabs her blade again and stabs me. Right in the stomach.

I feel my shoulder shaking. Before i realize what going on i struggle and scream. I feel someone, or someones holding me down to the bed. i kick and manage to hit someone. I hear a grunt but they don't let go. I feel cold on my face and my eyes snap open. Sam is at my side with a washcloth and holding it to my head. Dean and Bobby are holding my wrists.

Dean looked over at me and pointed to his side. "You got me pretty good there."

I cupped my hands over my mouth. I was dripping in sweat and was shaking violently. All three men were staring at me with concern. I sucked in air, breathing heavily. "S-sorry."

He shook his head and smiled. "Don't worry about it."

I weakly smiled back. I stood up shakily and said, "im going to go make breakfast. Just give me five minutes. They left my room and headed downstairs. I grabbed one of the daggers from my duffel and dragged it across my forearm. I needed to wake up. It helped me know that i was okay. I throw on a long sleeved shirt, and head downstairs. I proceeded to raiding Bobby cupboards for ingredients and i made pancakes. I watched all three men suck them down and i smiled. I ate mine as well. When we were all done Bobby did the dishes for me. I left for the living room and sat on the couch.

We had a nice conversation. It was relatively normal. Sam looked at me and asked, "So, what do you like to do?"

"I, uhh... like to sing. And read as well as hand to hand but i don't practice that too often." In my head I'm thinking, that's what i did when i had parents and a sister. Now basically all i do is hunt.
I refuse to admit that to Bobby though.

Sam smiled as if remembering something. I'm just glad no ones asked me about my freaky power. I hope it leaves, but i don't think that's likely. Good things like that don't happen to me. Sadly.

We keep talking for about a half an hour when i start to get dizzy. Oh god no please not now. I get more dizzy. Crap. "No! Ugh. Bobby! Come on help me stay awake!" There's panic in my voice. I don't want this to start. Bobby understands exactly what I'm talking about and he shakes my shoulder.

It doesn't work. I didn't think it would. I start to scream. My skull feels like it's going to crack open. I'm clutching my head and crumple to the ground. I'm in agony and writhing in pain on the ground. Everything i hear sound fuzzy and i can't make out anything anybody's saying. I can hear Sam yelling at Bobby but i don't know why. I black out from the real world and the vision starts.

I'm expecting to see something about Dean or Sam but this time its different. I see a woman she's young, and pretty. She's putting flowers into a vase. The lights start to flicker. She goes downstairs to check the electrical box. Then i hear her choke. Her neck is being squeezed by... nothing. Her face turns purple as she struggles for air. She drops to the ground. I wake up.

I gasp for air and i can't breathe. My eyes are wide and i finally find room for breathing. I'm shaking a lot and i feel like I've been punched in the stomach, but i don't care. I stand up quickly and grab onto the couch arm. My head throbs and i almost faint. I manage to hold on and i move to the door. I know exactly where to find this women and no matter how much pain I'm in I'm not going to let her die.

Bobby runs up to me and grabs my wrist. "Where are you going!"

"I need to get out! Let me go Bobby! I NEED TO GET OUT NOW PLEASE! SHE'S GOING TO DIE IF I DON'T!"

Bobby turns me around and forces me to look at him. "Who?" He says annoyed.

"HER I DON'T KNOW HER NAME BUT SHE'S GOING TO DIE! SAM! DEA! SOMEONE PLEASE!"

Sam looked at me with understanding in his eyes. I'm confused but i can't think about that right now.

Sam pushes Dean out of the way and tells Bobby to let me go. He grabs keys to the impala and grabs me and we head out the door. I am mostly recovered so i can move on my own now. We run to the car and Sam looks at me. "Where is she? I need to know!"

"13 West avenue!" i answer quickly. We get into the car and Sam is going 70 easy.

"Sam how?"

"How do i know? I used to get premonitions too. i know what its like." He said driving furiously and not taking his eyes off the road.

I don't answer and in five minutes were there. I see the lights flicker. We don't have much time. Sam runs to the trunk and grabs a gun. I grab one too and he kicks down the door.

I run to the basement where the door is open. Sam follows in my lead and we walked in just in time to save her. Her face was turning purple and i shot at the invisible bastard. I got it and the woman falls to the floor gasping for air. Sam grabs her and slings her over his shoulder. It's a spirit and i know it.

Before i can readjust to what happened I'm slammed against the wall. I get the wind knocked out of me and i think my ribs are bruised. My ankle's twisted too. Sam comes running down the stairs when it appears. It's a little girl. She's only eight by the looks of it. Sam shoots at her and grabs me. He slings me over his shoulder (much to my dismay), and we (well he) run out of the house. The woman's gone and I'm guessing Sam called an ambulance.

He throws me into the passenger seat of the car. I see a cops car speed past us and I'm glad we got out of there before things got troublesome.

Sam is calm and asks me, "You okay?"

"Yea. I sprained my ankle and i think my ribs are bruised. Nothing too serious."

"Well, were okay. And we saved that woman."