Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, repeat I do not own Supernatural. Please don't sue me, I don't have any money to give you people…. I've swore my life away to Marian College in blood… nope no money here.

Summary: Sam's visions lead him to another one of the kids like him, who just may have a stronger effect on him than he had ever expected. Love, Passion, danger, what lurks ahead for the boys has never been this fun!

Chapter 1:

"You've come to the wrong place… My daughter isn't here," a middle-aged minister whispered as he tried backing up only to be caught by his worship alter.

"You see father, I am not here for your daughter. I am here for you." An unknown male voice said.

The minister looked frantically for an escape. There had to be a way out. He would notice those golden eyes anywhere. His wife's death still haunts his every waking moment. His beloved Kate was far this world now. All the minister had left were his two daughters Meghan and Chelsea.

"This day will be long lived in Pleasant Grove history. Poor Chelsea lost her father exactly 23 three years after the same frightful evening, which took her mother. This shall awaken the sleeping powers of the most powerful of all my children. I have great plans for daddy's little angel." There was a slight snicker in the anonymous man's voice. He found joy in other's misery. It was just a game and he loved winning.

"You monster! As long as my God looks down on this earth, you shall never lay one finger on my little girl. She's too good for the likes of shit like you!"

"It's a shame that those will be your dying words, dear father. It's a pity your God's too fucked to save you now. There is no other God that me."

A thin blade sliced the air ripping through the minister's skin in its path. As the father grasped for his last breaths, a loud scream echoed through the church. There was a strong female aura in the room. He wasn't alone.

"Jesus Christ, Sam!" Dean exclaimed as he grabbed a hold of the steering wheel. He gave Sam a worried look and kept an eye on the road. He cursed under his breath for bad timing as he looked for the easiest way to get to the other side of the interstate to pull over.

Sam shook awake and quickly grabbed hold of the steering wheel. He looked over at Dean and didn't say anything. AS soon as he saw an opening, Sam pulled onto an exit ramp and pulled over. He stepped out of the classic black Chevy Impala 1967. Throwing his hands into his hair, he let out a piercing scream cutting the thick night sky. He didn't want to have another fucking dream for as long as he lived. The more he was connected to the demon, the more he questioned his own morals.

"Sammy?" Dean asked walking to stand in front of his younger brother. He hated not knowing what to do when it dealt with Sam. Sam was the only thing he had in this world, and he would do anything for him. He couldn't fight away the dreams; he could barley fight the golden-eyed demon. He hated see Sammy like this.

"Take me to Pleasant Grove," Sam adamantly as he walked to the passenger side of the car. He stood outside the door with his hand on the handle just thinking. Why him? Why was he one of the children? He wanted a normal life with 2.5 kids, a minivan, and a dog named skip who rushed the door every night when he came home from the office. He hit the roof of the car and hopped in leaving Dean standing on the side of the road trying to figure out what the fuck was happening.

Dean looked back the exit ramp toward the interstate and nodded. He wanted to see what awaited them in Pleasant Grove. The closer he could get to the demon, the better. He was going to beat the shit out of the golden-eyed demon if it was the last thing he did on this earth.

Dean floored the gas pedal without even looking at the passenger seat. He didn't know what to say. He wasn't the type of person to get all touchy feely with. He didn't know how to share emotions… That was Sam's job.

Pleasant Grove was a little to close to home for comfort. It was a small city close to Lansing. Sam looked absentmindedly out the window. He didn't want to talk. He didn't even want to complain about Dean's bad taste in music. He just wanted to be back in law school with…

Dean pulled into the one motel in town and looked at Sam. "Now what?"

"I don't know." Sam said as he got out of the car and headed into the main office. He stopped at the registration desk and looked at the young man behind the counter. He had on a small nametag that read Nick. Seeing that the man was currently on the phone he sat down on the waiting chair and smiled eavesdropping.

"Chelsea, Please baby stop crying!" Nick said desperately. "You know I can't stand to see you're like this. Ok, Ok, when does your flight arrive from Ohio? I promise I'll be there. Meghan is pretty worked up. The whole town can feel your pain. He was a legend in town. Tell Rose I say hi, baby. Ok… Get some sleep." The man hung up his phone and stood up looking at Sam. "How may I help you?"

"My brother and I need a room… We are from the State Patrol. My partner is currently on the phone with headquarters. I couldn't help over hear your conversation. I'm actually here to investigate the murder."

"I don't have much to say to you. I was here all night got cameras to prove it."

"Nick, I understand that. I need information about the deceased. Did he have any enemies?"

"Not that I know of, but my girlfriend Chelsea would beg to differ,"

"What do you mean?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy…"

"We already do," Dean smiled as he walked into the room and join Sam.

"She had a dream last night… She said that a dark man with yellow eyes killed her father. I mean come on, who has yellow eyes…"

"Really?" Dean said eying his brother.