The characters Dean Winchester and Sam Winchester are property of the hit tv series 'Supernatural' and do not belong to me…. However, the character, Elizabeth Winchester, is my own invention.

I love the sister fics…so I thought I'd try my hand at writing one. This is my first, so, please review and I appreciate your feedback. Thanks!

Chapter One

Elizabeth's nightmares were getting worse by the day. They robbed her of precious sleep that she would need to stay on her feet during a fight. Yet, she couldn't control her dreams.

As soon as she closed her eyes at night, she would see her own death at the hands of the very thing that they hunted..demons.

Alone, and pinned to some wall in a deserted building, it told her things only she should know. It told her how worthless she was and that there was no escape. But, worst of all, it told her that Dean and Sam didn't love her...didn't want her around...and, she would die all alone without them.

Then, the pain would begin. Even in the dream state, she would feel the most excruciating pain as the demon pointed its long, bony finger at her forehead. Slowly, ever so slowly, it began to trace a line drawn in her own blood across her forehead. She could feel her skin being cut and the warm blood running down her face, marring her beautiful features with a crimson tide.

Suddenly, from deep within her soul a scream tore from her throat and reverberated around the room awakening Dean and Sam.

"Nooooo! Dean! Sammy!" Elizabeth screamed.

Dean bolted upright in his bed near the motel door and was on his feet before he opened his eyes. He made two great steps and was at her side in seconds.

Sam was holding onto his little sister tightly, stroking her hair, trying to calm her down. She was thrashing about in the bed, trying to free herself from the wall she was still pinned to in her dream. Dean helped Sam by holding her legs down so that she wouldn't injure herself until they could wake her up.

Elizabeth's eyes were wild and unfocused, looking from Dean to Sam and back again, screaming in fear and terrible pain. Struggling against her brothers with everything she had, she was able to kick free of Dean's grip long enough for her and Sam to go tumbling off of the bed.

Although Sam tried to absorb most of the fall with his body, Elizabeth flopped out of his grip and landed beside him with a thud, overturning the nightstand.

Miraculously, the jolt from the fall was enough to wake her up. As her vision became clearer, she realized she was with her brothers, and she began to calm down. However, the dream had taken its toll on her psyche; she began to cry uncontrollably burying her face in Sam's shirt.

"Sammy, Sammy…" Elizabeth cried. "Dean…"

Dean had leaped over the bed when Sam and Beth fell to the floor and was kneeling in front of her at eye level to let her know she was safe. She was with her two big brothers and nothing in Heaven or Hell would ever hurt her.

"I can't… take it… anymore. I can't. The dreams are horrible. So much pain…so much pain." Beth cried.

Sam was rubbing Beth's back in small, circular motions while whispering soothing words of comfort in her ear. Dean reached out and, placing both hands on either side of her face, gently turned it so that she was looking directly in his eyes…eyes that held so much compassion and gentleness for his baby sister.

"Beth, baby…listen to me very closely, ok? Sam and I are right here and we're not going anywhere. We'll never leave you alone; you can count on us to always be here. Shhhh, you're alright, baby."

Elizabeth was the only one that Dean allowed to see through his tough exterior. She couldn't have asked for two better brothers than Sam and Dean. She knew she was driving them crazy with these freaky dreams, but, she just couldn't help it. Her worst fear was that it would come true and the demon would kill her before she could say goodbye to them.

Elizabeth's dreams had been recurring for the last two weeks and her mental state at this point was anything but stable. Depression was threatening to overtake her at any moment, and she would be in its clutches were it not for the support her big brothers were giving her. She needed them now more than she had ever in her whole life.

"Was it the same dream?" asked Sam.

"Yes. It was horrible. He had me pinned to a wall in a deserted building. I was all alone and he told me that I was worthless. He told me that neither of you loved me anymore, and that I was going to die all alone." Elizabeth began sobbing again.

"Then…he…he…" she was hiccupping now from crying so much.

"Shhhh, Beth. Baby it's ok if you don't want to talk about it now." comforted Sam.

"No..I have to. After he said those horrible things, he pointed his finger at my forehead and I felt the worst pain. My skin began to tear and the blood ran down my face into my eyes." Beth cried.

"I was dying and would never see you guys again." Beth turned her head back into Sam's shirt. She could feel the sorrow and depression beginning again, but, she couldn't let it get a grip on her. If she did, Beth would be lost and the demon would've already won.

"Do you remember what meat suit the demon was wearing?" asked Dean.

"Yes. It was Azazel, Dean. I thought we killed him. How could he have come back with the same body? Or, how could he have come back at all. I thought the colt kills demons."

"It does, Beth. We'll figure out what your dream means." said Dean. He couldn't understand if Beth was having prophetic dreams like Sam or if her dream was just that….a dream.

He didn't want to alarm her anymore than she was, so, he and Sam got her back up on the bed. When she had fallen back to sleep, Dean motioned for Sam to follow him outside to the Impala.