Author's note: These fics are based on real episodes of Supernatural. The characters and plots belong to the creator and writers for the show. If you would like background on the new character you can read the previous episodes.

Hunted

Sam was on information overload. His head was still pounding with the idea that his dad told Dean he may have to kill him someday. What did that mean? Was he really supposed to go dark side? Either way Dean should have told him, he had no right keeping it from him which is why he got ditched.

So now he'd met Ava, who was apparently another psychic like him, a lot like him. She had death visions in the form of killer headaches just like his. Her visions had been coming true and her next vision was about him, dying in an explosion. He wasn't sure what to do from this point and he'd already bothered Ellen enough. Besides, he was sure she'd already told Dean where he was.

Sam excused himself and went out on the back porch, if you could call it that, of the room to call Kayla.

The thought that it could have been Dean using Sam's phone crossed her mind but either way she wanted to talk so she answered. "Hello?"

"Kayla, hey."

"Hey Sam, how are you?"

"Well, I'm ok considering. I'm in Lafayette Indiana."

Kayla paused at his tone. "What do you mean you're in Indiana? Where's Dean?"

"I don't know but considering it's Dean, definitely not where I left him."

"You left him?"

"He was hiding information from me about dad, about me!"

"Yeah that's lame but punch him or something and get over it Sam, you can't leave him! He's by himself!"

Sam sighed, this wasn't the conversation he called to have. "Look, I met this woman, she has death visions like mine."

"Really?"

"Yeah, and she said she saw me die in an explosion."

There was a pause. "You're not gonna die in an explosion."

"Why?"

"Because I said so that's why." She heard him sigh again on the other end. "Sam, you're not gonna die. That's why you have visions, so you can help prevent these things. So, she said it was an explosion. Now you know not to check the fuel levels with an open flame."

"You know, I bet I'd get the same response if I called Dean. Good thing I called the compassionate one."

She laughed quietly. "Seriously, don't die ok? I'd be very upset. In fact, I'm coming to Indiana."

"You don't have…"

"Like I'm going to sit here while you potentially die. I'll be there tonight, bye Sam."

He hung up. He wasn't sure what he wanted out of that conversation but was a little relieved that she was coming. In the meantime, they needed to find out who killed the other psychic in that parking lot.

Suddenly a bullet whizzed by his head. He jumped back into the room and slammed the door.

"Ava get down!" Didn't have to tell her twice, they ducked behind the counter as more bullets came through the sliding glass door. At least it wasn't an explosion.