Chapter 1: The Vision

There was a woman; she had reddish blonde hair, shoulder length, and heavily layered. She had a round face and dark blue eyes, softened features. Her build was tall, a little broad in her shoulders; but well proportioned. She wore a navy blue trench coat over a white tee-shirt and dark blue jeans, and sneakers.

She was looking for something, poking her head around shrubs. She was clearly in the suburbs, looked like someone's backyard. Something crossed quickly in front of his vantage point, a hunched over figure. A pang went to his heart, the woman was in danger. He wanted to call out to her, tell her to run; but he couldn't.

It was dark must have been midnight or so. The woman was still looking around, chewing resignedly on a piece of gum; but showing no anxiety. Then he caught note of something, she was clutching something in her pocket, by the shape, a gun. She was looking for whatever was hunting her, and she didn't even realize it was after her. She was relaxed, not scared, but her muscles were tensed, ready to react.

Her head jerked to the side when she heard a noise. She pulled the gun from her pocket, holding it close to her body, at her side, she followed the noise.

She came to an outdoor structure; there was a flash of movement inside. She put a hand to the handle of a door. She stood to the side of the door and pushed it open quickly. After a moment, keeping the gun in front of her she sprang into the room. In the center was a pool, steaming in the evening air, despite the purplish cover.

When she spotted the pool she stopped dead in her tracks, her incessant gum chewing ceased, and she lowered her gun.

Another flash of movement, she swallowed and entered the room, reaffirming the gun's position. Her head swiveled from left to right seeking out what had made the noise. She turned her back to the pool searching a side of the room, when she turned back he could see a cloaked figure, standing next to the pool. It was huge and terrifying brandishing a covered hand toward the pool like it was showing it to her.

She gasped and stood frozen in what looked like fear. After a moment he experienced a flicker of pain, and saw a different scene. The cloaked figure was gone as was the pool cover, and instead there was a man drowning in the pool. He had short black hair and bright green eyes. "Jacquelyn, help me!!" he kept calling, his head bobbing above and beneath the water. Another flicker of pain and he saw only the figure.

Suddenly the woman started running toward the pool; dropping the gun and dove in head first. She became tangled in the cover and started to struggle. A few moments later it was over, and her body floated lifelessly to the surface, and the figure dissipated.

Sam Winchester sat stark upright before he even realized what had happened. Dean was on the floor, having just fallen off the bed. Sam was breathing deeply, bathed in sweat.

"Dean what are you doing?" he snapped.

"Trying to wake you up!" he stood up indignantly. "You have another vision?"

"Yeah."

"What'd you see?"

"A-a woman…"

"Was she hot?" Dean asked, slipping into game-face Dean.

Sam looked over at him incredulous. "She was dead!"

"Guess that's a no."

"She was looking for something…"

"Like something, or something?"

"The last one. She was looking around outside. She followed it into a pool house and…"

"And what?" Dean asked.

"I saw it again, but she didn't, it was right in front of her, she had a gun but she didn't even shoot at it. Then everything changed and it was like… like I was seeing what she was seeing; but... I don't think it was really there."

"What like a hallucination?" Dean asked.

"Something like that. She saw someone calling to her, drowning in the pool. Then I reverted back to what was really there, and she dove in trying to save him…"

"What did the thing look like?" Dean interrupted.

"Just a figure, tall, covered in black, cloaked."

"Sure you weren't having another Lord of the Rings nightmare?" Dean asked sifting through the information.

"It was not a ring wraith!" he snapped.

Dean laughed, and slipped on his shoes. "Okay John Edwards where we headed?"

"I don't know," Sam answered, throwing back the blankets grabbing his cell phone off the tabletop."

"Wait, nothing?" Dean asked. "No street signs, house addresses, pictures."

"No, it was just a suburb, regular looking. All I saw was a backyard and a pool house."

"So where do we go?" Dean asked.

"She knew she was after something. She knew it was there and I think she knew it wasn't normal."

"So was she a hunter?"

"That's my best guess." He dialed Ellen's number.

It rang four times. "Sam, you better have a damn good reason for calling this early." He had woken her; he glanced at the clock, 3:24, ouch.

"Sorry Ellen, Dean and I are looking for a hunter, we're wondering if you know her."

"Her? Aren't enough women hunters. Are you sure this can't wait until I'm receptive?"

"Ellen I had a vision, she's in danger."

"Know her name," she asked resignedly perking up a little.

"No, she was about 5'11, blonde hair shoulder length, mid twenties, blue eyes, about 130 pounds; weapon of choice was a .45 caliber."

"Sam, I don't…"

"Wait there was a man…well sort of; he had short black hair, maybe 6'2, 170 pounds, bad swimmer." Silence, presumably Ellen thinking. "Wait he called her something... um Jacquelyn?!"

There was silence over the line. "Ellen?"

"Where are you boys?"

"Wyoming."

"She's here, in Nebraska."

"We're on our way."

Sam closed his phone and quickly gathered his things.

"I thought you only had visions about the yellow-eyed demon," Dean said in passing. "You think she could be one of the um…"

"Physics Dean?"

"Yeah, that."

Sam shook his head of sleep and Dean's remark. "I don't know. If she has any abilities she certainly didn't use them to protect herself."

"So you think more are still out there?"

"I don't know. I thought the demon would have gathered them… us altogether in South Dakota; but who knows."

"Isn't that putting all your physics in one basket?" Dean was smiling at how clever he was until he looked at Sam and resumed his normal toughened demeanor.

Sam checked them out while Dean pulled around the Impala. "Where to?" Dean asked.

"We are going to Nebraska."