My Immortal Heart

By, Frescafantatics

T-Romance/Action/Adventure/Humor/Supernatural/Drama-English

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CHAPTER 1

"What if they don't listen or believe us," a nervous female voice asked. Dean turned his head and looked at the open window. He smirked, whoever it was must not realize that there was someone in the room and they were not whispering. Curious, he continued to listen in on the conversation.

"They'll have no choice but to believe us, after all, we're only here to help them," a second female voice answered. "But if they don't we'll just have to prove it to them."

Dean raised an eyebrow, who wouldn't believe them and why wouldn't they? These two girls were raising his curiosity level. The first girl huffed in annoyance. "Yes, I know what we have to do Mel, but they have a distrust of anything supernatural." At that statement, Dean's red flags went up.

"I know Isolde, but they have never met any supernatural being that was firmly on the side of the Heavens and not on the side of Hell. Come on, don't you want to get the chance to meet them, at least?"

Dean moved to sit in the chair near the window, the better to eavesdrop on the two girls. He heard the first girl, Isolde, sigh, "I do want to meet them, but we have to be careful. Especially as the older one is the shoot first ask questions later type." Dean cocked an eyebrow. How long had these two been watching him and his brother? And just who and what were they?

"Mel, I do want to meet them, but we need to do it right."

Dean sat down on the bed in shock. These two girls whoever they were, they obviously knew about the supernatural and were most likely looking for him and his brother. It also seemed that they were involved with something supernatural.

Keeping an ear out, he heard Mel's response, "Isolde, we left home because we wanted to do some good in the world, and after seeing those two I think we can help them."

"All right; but can you please cut the sarcasm and let me talk, for once? You know your mouth always gets us in trouble," the girl named Isolde pleaded.

"Fine," Dean swore he could hear her pouting, "but you owe me."

Hearing them walk away, Dean practically collapsed in his chair. This was getting strange, stranger than anything they had ever encountered before. Who were Mel and Isolde and what did they want with him and his little brother? Two girls had been following him and his brother, for how long he didn't know and they wanted to help them. This was just too weird. He was still sitting in the chair, letting the information sink in when Sam walked in ten minutes later with their food and drinks.

Seeing Dean in what was close to a state of shock, he waved a hand in front of his face, "Dean? You there bro?"

Dean shook his head and looked at his brother, swatted Sam's hand away in the process. "Don't do that," Dean nearly hissed as he got up and went over to the food on the table.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "What's got you panties in a twist?" he asked, grabbing his own food and taking a seat on his bed.

Swallowing the bite of burger in his mouth, Dean explained what he had heard the girls say. Sam, needless to say was shocked. Both of them should have been able to sense that they were being watched and that they were being followed. While listening to Dean's narration, Sam began thinking of beings that could be firmly on the side of good, but came up blank. It's not as if they had ever studied the "good" supernatural beings.

Finishing up his burger and fries, Sam said, "I think we should let the girls explain themselves, but be prepared for anything."

Dean threw out the take out box and then headed to the bathroom, talking through the door. "So basically we're going to let them talk to us? But with all the goods at our disposal just in case?" Sam nodded silently; he was glad that Dean could see the sense in the plan.

Coming out in his t-shirt and boxers, Dean continued, "Best plan we've got since we don't know these girls from any old Amanda or Laura. I'm going to catch some shut eye; you need to get some too."

As he walked into the bathroom, Sam rolled his eyes at Dean's version of mother-henning. "Whatever, I'm sure we'll see them in the morning. Night, Jerk."

"Night, Bitch," came the sleepy reply.

Twenty minutes later, both the Winchester brothers were dead to the world, sleeping the sleep of the dead. Well, they did, at least for the next few hours. Five hours after drifting off into dreamland, Sam's eyes began moving rapidly behind his eyelids. More so than they usually would in R.E.M. sleep. Deep in Dreamland, Sam was having a vision, and one that was a dozy.

DREAM/VISION

Sam looked around and found that he, Dean and two women were all standing in a graveyard. One of the women was average height at around five foot-four, slender and muscular (like a swimmer), with long dark hair that had blue and red tints to it. Her eyes looked and shone silver in the moonlight. The other woman was tall, slender, and had long ruby red hair with golden highlights and had deep emerald eyes.

Though both women were very beautiful, it was the red head that caught Sam's attention… well she did until he heard the dark haired girl scream out, "Dean…DEAN! WATCH OUT!"

Sam turned and saw something that would haunt him to the end- the sight of his brother being skewered through the heart by a poltergeist. Anger coursed through him and suddenly he could feel power course through him. He had not felt anything like this since they had faced off with Max over a year ago.

"NO!" He growled, "No one is going to be hurt by you, ever again!"

Suddenly, the grave they had been digging up was in flames, with the salt being poured over it. The poltergeist started fading away as the last of his earthly remains were being burnt to a cinder. Turning to his brother's body, he hurried over. "Dean!" when Dean didn't stir, he felt for a pulse, he found none.

Anger, hurt, confusion, all warred within his mind and his heart. For nearly two decades, the only "real" parent he knew was his older brother. Tears fell down his cheeks.

END DREAM/VISION

Sam woke with a start. He sat up and swallowed the lump in his throat. That had been the worst vision/dream he had yet. He had not dreamed of the possible death of a family member since he had foreseen Jessica's death just over a year and a half earlier. Laying back down, he sighed and ran his hand over his face. How the hell was he going to tell Dean what he saw in his vision?

As he was about to try and get back to sleep, there was a knock on the door. The knock had the effect of both startling him, and waking Dean.

"Who the hell could that be?" Dean growled as both he and Sam got up and pulled their jeans on. Walking to the door, Dean pulled it open with an angry, "Yes!"

The red head at the door simply raised an eyebrow and replied, "I'm sorry I woke you up, but I…" looking past Dean, Sam could see her worried eyes focus on him. "Look, my sister and I will explain everything, if you let us in, please," she pleaded.

Dean gave the red head and the dark haired girl with her a glance before nodding and opening the door wider to allow them entry. "You have two minutes to start explaining, sister," Dean bit out. These two women, he didn't trust them.

"And you could be more polite to someone who can help your brother with his visions," the red head snapped, taking a seat in one of the chairs. Seeing the looks of shock on both Dean and Sam's faces, she sighed. "I'm sorry about that, but you, Dean Winchester are not in the top five of my favorite people."

Dean was surprised. The only full psychic he knew was their old friend Missouri. "How…"

"Did we know your name," the dark haired girl replied with an easy grin. Dean and Sam both nodded. Looking at her sister, she asked, "Do you want to handle introductions or should I?"

"I'll do it, knowing you, you'll just do something to piss them off," the red head said with a sigh. Looking back at the boys, she said, "I'm sorry about that, I'm Isolde Mac Finn and this is my twin sister Melangell, Mel for short. And we are just here to help."

"Help with what?" Sam asked suspiciously. There was definitely something different about these two girls.

Isolde shared a glance with her sister, and then looked at Sam. "Well, while I was asleep, I felt a wave of psychic power flow from you. It was powerful enough that anyone with psychic ability in a 30 mile radius could feel it," ignoring the shocked looks on Sam and Dean's face she continued. "Look, we're not here to do anything but offer to help you…"

Melangell rolled her eyes. Isolde could be such a "Girl Scout" when she was explaining things. "Look boys, what my sister means is that she thinks she could help Sam get a handle on his own powers, and we think that we could help you with your hunting," she interrupted.