Shawna woke up screaming. "No!" a cold feeling sinking in her stomach. She was shaking with the knowledge that here dreams would come true. Nightmares where nothing new for her, couldn't be when she led the life of a hunter. When the things she saw every week where the things most civvies' only saw in their worst of nightmares. This one wasn't the same and it was his fault.

Adrian was the only man Shawna had ever loved, the only one she trusted enough to hunt with. When she got her start in hunting it was him who showed her the ropes. She had been fifteen when a werewolf decided she looked like a good snack as she walked home from church on a hot Tennessee summer's night. Luckily Adrian's father had tracked it and they intervened just in time.

It took just one look into his eyes and she knew everything would be alright; he had the effect of instantly calming her. He led her away from his father who was efficiently dispatching the monster. When she looked into the depths of his green eyes all she could think was she trusted him completely. The green of his eyes was a green so deep it was almost hunter green with flecks of gold that reminded him of the freckles on his handsome face. Those eyes calmed her more that his word and reassurances could.

His father was an entirely different story. Cold and bitter after the death of Adrian's mother, James was done with the case once the fucker was salt and burned. But Adrian convinced him to give her a lift home. He walked her to the door and she feared that more werewolves, or worse, would come for her and she wouldn't know how to protect herself. More than that she worried she would never see him again. She didn't worry long because he slipped her his number and said as long as she didn't tell anyone, about him and his dad or monsters, he would help her protect herself. For a women in the south it was a big deal for a man to say 'I'll teach you to protect yourself' instead of 'I need to protect you'. She jumped at the chance; never wanting to feel helpless again.

Over the next three years they would meet when he was close, text or call when he wasn't, and she became a hunter. He sent her books of lore, paid for her to take martial arts and self-defense classes, bought her weapons, and they shared their life stories until they knew the other better than they knew themselves. All the while her feelings for him grew. But she had no way to know if he felt the same until one day he changed everything.

One hot summer week he came to visit. She would sneak off during the day to see him. This day they were sparing and despite her small 5' 2" foot frame, she was winning. At some point sparing turned to grappling. On the ground they turned over and over, each trying to pin the other until finally their faces where touching and they were both out of breath. Lips brushed lips and the struggle stopped, heat rushing though both their bodies and they both felt they could never get enough.

Three months later, on her 18th birthday, they ran to Vegas and got married in a small chapel complete with a fake Elvis. Their honey moon was spent tracking a shifter and making love in cheap hotel rooms. Shawna had never felt happier than in those few weeks and short time that followed. Unfortunately that time only lasted two years.

A hunt gone wrong brought their happiness to an abrupt halt. An ambush; some Sasquatch - looking fairy beast knocked her out and put her into a coma. The doctors said she would never wake up. Adrian racked with guilt felt he had to fix this. He couldn't live without her, but like most men gave no thought to how she would feel living without him.

The only way he could see out was a deal.

(First premonition Flash back)

"10 years"

The demon just chuckles, "Ah… No. But I'll tell you what Adrian my boy, I'll sweeten the pot with something that will allow that sweet little thing of yours to protect herself when you gone. If I were to give you ten years to spend with her you two would surely find a way out, I can't have that now can I; but if I give you a week you can say good-bye and tell her about this gift."

"What gift?" Adrian was skeptical, with demons you can never tell if they really mean curse when they say the word gift.

"Premonitions, she'll see the danger before it sees her and can plan for it. It's a safety net that not every demon would be willing to offer her. "

He takes a few steps towards the demon and stops right in front of him. "Done." He says pulling it in for a kiss.

When she woke from the coma that first premonition hit her like a mag truck. The last thing she saw before the nurses rushed to her to stop her panic is her husband kissing the demon, sealing the deal. She was livid! But a week later she was heartbroken as she salted and burned his bones outside of her family cemetery back in Tennessee.

She stopped hunting shortly after that. What else could she do with the only person she trusted dead? James had tried to let her hunt with him but they couldn't build any trust. He like everyone else in her life felt she needed protecting. All that did was slow them both down, and she wasn't stupid enough to hunt alone.

But getting out of the life was never that simple.

She just wanted them to stop. Adrian's last gift felt more like a cures. Proof that even though he had always supported her independence, he still assumed that he had to do things like this to protect her. She thought if she took herself out of the danger the premonitions would stop, but no, here a year after his death his gift still haunted her dreams.

"Fuck!" , she threw herself out of her tiny single bed. "Calm down and think." She told herself.

The dream was getting more and more vivid every time she had it and it was always the same events.

'Sam!' the one with the green eyes would call out. Sam would be on the ground, bleeding and broken with demons all around. 'Sammy, No!' he would cry, slicing and dicing every demon that got anywhere near him with a knife. This knife seemed to special, with every slash causing the demons to give off a golden spark and stabs to crucial areas killing them for good. Even with this there were just to many, his impressive skills with the knife did him little good as soon she watched as this one fell too. Demons surrounded him as he was still screaming for his Sammy, until his throat was slashed. After that nothing but the thud of his body hitting the pavement was heard.

Then the demon from that first premonition would step forward from the shadows, "Alright boys, job well done."

And now, after dreaming the same dream for weeks, seeing the hunter with the green eyes die for what seemed the hundredth time, she paced her tiny bedroom in her family hunting cabin trying to figure out how to save hunters she's never met. It looks like the life just wasn't going to let her go.

Finally it came to her, she should call Bobby. She had only met him a handful of times but he always knew everything when Adrian or James needed information. She kicked herself for not thinking of it sooner and went to look for her cell phone.

She dialed the number and waited, the call went straight to voice mail. The voice she heard wasn't Bobby's but the voice she keeps hearing in her dream. "If you're calling this number you are trying to reach Bobby singer, I sorry to tell you that he has died. If you need help call Sam or Dean Winchester…" 'Bobby can't be dead' she thinks. Bobby, the gruff old man every hunter knew they could count on; he provided research, connections, fake government back stories and contacts, he just can't be dead.

What shocked her even more than Bobby's death was the name left to call; Sam and Dean Winchester. They had to be the men form her dream, she did not believe in coincidence. She set aside her grief, she could deal with that after this was over. She dialed the number and it picked up on the first ring.

"Hello?" the voice was deep and gruff; it was kind of what she though a younger Bobby would have sounded like.

"My name is Shawna Wesson. Is Bobby Singer really dead?"

The voice cleared its throat which gave her the answer, "Yeah. I'm sorry you had to find out like this It was a while back.'

"Was he given a hunter's funeral?"

"Yeah but his spirit was sticking around with a flask he left me. It's already handled though, he is gone." The voice sounded nervous but he probably just didn't think she needed to know everything until they knew who she was. She could understand that.

"That's good," Shawna figured that getting to the point would be better than just drawing it out "the cell I called for him gave me this number and the names Sam and Dean if I needed help. I kinda have a situation."

"Okay, well my name is Dean, what kinda situation Sugar?"

That was something she just didn't take, form anyone, condescension; especially if you don't know her.

"Listen Jerk, I'm not your sugar. I'm trying to save your life. "

Dean was at a loss for words. After so many years of responding to Sammy's 'Jerk' with the usual response of 'Bitch' he almost said that out loud. But he stopped himself thinking that probably wasn't the smartest thing to say to an real woman. Definitely if they were already mad like this one. But more importantly what the hell was she talking about?

"What do you mean save my life, you don't even know me?" By this time Sam was paying attention and trying to hear both sides of the conversation but couldn't.

Shawna wanted to like. It is what she normally had to do to stay alive during a hunt but she didn't think it would work with this guy. She settled for some form of the truth.

"I have information for you that makes me think you're in danger, not only you but Sammy, I think that's what you call him, is too. If you don't meet with me and let me explain you will be forced to watch him die and be killed moments later."

Dean paled at her words. He didn't know if he should believe her but if Sammy's life was at stake, no matter how bad things had been lately, he had to stop it. "We'll meet you, just text me coordinates. But I swear to god if you fucking with me I'll gank you myself human or not."

From the tone of his voice she could tell he was serious. She was glad to hear it. "Fine, start making your way to Tennessee." and with that the line went dead.