Hey peeps, this would be my third fic, but my first with different point of views (I don't usually do that kind of thing) anyway... I hope you like it!!! Sorry if this chapter's kinda long.

CHAPTER 1: Many Complications

Normal POV

Eight months, thirteen days, seventeen hours, fifty-two minutes, and forty-four seconds later. Sam, Dean, and Krystal had killed 1 red-eyed demon, 2 purple-eyed demons, 5 poltergeists, 4 banshees, 3 shape shifters, gotten rid of 7 zombies and 2 grim reapers, and a few other supernatural things I'm not allowed to mention.

Dean and Krystal had become a couple and were actually in love, though Krystal had been making Dean hold out for the past 8 months they had been together and was keeping much more secrets than one was expected to hold. They had met when Dean and Sam had gone to New York to get rid of a vengeful ghost. Krystal ended up being a singer, a club owner, a part-time (A/N: that will be explained later in the story) CIA agent, and none other than the Goddess of Sorrow who got rid of the vengeful ghost herself. Since then she had joined Sam and Dean.

Sam and Krystal had become like brother and sister to each other and, though Dean was Krystal's boyfriend, they seemed to share one secret that they had both been clinging desperately on to.

Dean and Krystal had gotten into another fight. They were riding in Dean's 67 Chevy Impala back to the motel after another successful hunt. Everything was fine at first till Dean had turned on some music. Krystal had quickly used her telekinesis to change the radio station and Dean started on her about how he wasn't going to let her use her powers until he knew what all of them were. Krystal had argued about how that wasn't fair and that she should be able to keep some secrets. Dean then accused her of telling all her secrets to Sam and keeping them from him. Krystal replied that that wasn't true and that she loved him (Dean) and would never purposely do anything to hurt him. Dean called it a bunch of bullshit and Sam told them both to shut up and only talk when they had something good to say otherwise he would kill himself since he didn't want to hear them fighting anymore.

Sam's POV

The car ride was pleasant enough after I told Dean and Krystal to shut up if you didn't count the awkward silence that nothing could seem to fill. At least they had to share a room with one bed in. That would probably make them talk about their problems, hopefully.

Krystal's POV

I hated that I couldn't do anything anymore, I hated that right now I couldn't think straight, but most of all I hated that Dean didn't trust me. I know he still loves me, but what's love without some trust.

The rest of the ride I concentrated on keeping my damn feelings inside. I don't care if they're bottled inside. I don't care if it's bad to keep things bottled inside. I have a lot of feelings and one big bottle so what if it bursts. They won't see me cry and they sure as hell won't see me when I break into a million pieces.

Dean's POV

Maybe I was too hard. She should have some right to having secrets. I have secrets too but I don't see her complaining about it. But… she does have the power to read my mind. For all I know she's reading it right now. She did say she wasn't going to read it anymore, not unless I wanted her to, but what if she was lying. Damnit, for a girl she had me pretty fucked up inside. If only I could make her this confused about me I probably wouldn't be having this fight with her. Though I do have my own rights to knowing what her third power is…

Normal POV

Sam's Motel Room

Back at the motel Sam crashed into his room and fell fast asleep, Dean had gone into the bathroom to take a shower, and Krystal was sitting quietly by the open window, thinking.

Ten Minutes Later

Dean and Krystal's Motel Room

Dean got out of the bathroom. Krystal grabbed her stuff and hesitated slightly at the door of the bathroom.

"The only power I have that you don't know about is empathy," Krystal said softly.

Dean glanced up, their eyes met. Pain and hope for forgiveness seemed to cloud her dark brown eyes. Krystal turned, breaking eye contact, and went into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

She started to take off her shirt but stopped, her eyes caught on one of her scars. It was 3 inches long sliding from the middle of her back to her stomach. She got it when her mom and dad were teaching her and her brother and sister about Shakespeare. She had fallen asleep and her telekinesis had levitated her slightly into the air. When her dad said, "to be or not to be." She fell, and got the scar from a sharp corner of the wall that jutted out.

Krystal laughed quietly, bitterly, "To die or not to die is more like it," she whispered taking the rest of her clothes off. She took a quick shower and dressed.

Krystal looked carefully in the mirror, "why couldn't I have been born terribly hideous," she asked. No answer came. She used her telekinesis, making the mirror heave in and out. It broke, crashing down in a million shards. She curled herself up in the corner and glared at the wall.

Dean's head snapped straight to the bathroom door when he heard the crash. He grabbed his gun and stuck it in the waistband of his pants just in case he'd need it. He walked over to the bathroom door, "Krystal, open up!"

"Go away," Krystal said.

"Krystal, what happened," he pleaded.

"Nothing, leave me alone, Dean."

"I can't, its not that simple," he said sitting down, his back to the door.

"Yes it is, you probably be better off anyway."

"No, I wouldn't be. You know I love you," he stood up and began picking the lock on the door.

"Besides what's love without trust?" she asked so quietly she was almost inaudible.

Krystal opened the door and walked out, "I'll be back soon," she said grabbing her jacket.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked.

"I need to take a walk, we'll talk after," Krystal darted forward and planted a small kiss on his lips and whisked out the door.

Dean's POV

I didn't know she'd do that, I didn't know she's just leave. I know she said she'd be back, but they're just words, is that how she feels when I tell her I love her, or is there something more. I got into the bed. For now I'd sleep, until Krystal came back, I would sleep.

Krystal's POV

"Where is that damned phone booth," I asked myself as I got out of the motel room. For a while I stumbled around aimlessly. Then… BAM. There it was the phone booth. I had slammed into it.

I looked up into the cloudless night sky, "Do you love me or hate me?" I asked it. No answer came, it didn't matter. Quickly I dialed the CIA's phone number.

"Hello," said the annoying CIA operator.

"This is agent 97300110. The password is 823674736," I said dully.

"Who do you wish to speak to?"

"Henry Douglas," I said, god this woman I was speaking to needed to get a life.

"One second please."

"What do you want?" a man's voice came.

"You know Henry, if you answer the phone this way people will probably hang up on you," I joked, cautious to keep his happiness up or make him happy to know I was there.

He sighed, "What do you want, Krystal?"

"How much time do I have left?" I asked, eager to know. I had ditched Dean (even if only for the moment) just to find out.

"One week. But are you eager for the mission or scared of it? Because if you're eager we can send you out in the field early."

"It's none of your business," I snapped hanging up on him. The CIA director was always so bossy. He knew almost everything, which was half-good. He canceled the mission I was supposed to report for 5 months ago since he found the information he was going to send me to get. The thing was he also knew I was one of his best agents. I was scared of this mission; others who have been sent in have never made it back.

I rushed back to the motel, to find Dean had fallen asleep.

Dean's POV

I awoke with Krystal bending over me.

"What year is it?" I joked seeing the worry in her eyes.

She laughed but the worry was still there, "I was only gone for ten minutes."

"I know," I said pulling her close, "but it was a long ten minutes." She laughed again; the worry seemed to devour her spirit.

"What's wrong?" I asked. This was really killing me.

"Nothing."

"We're still cool right?"

"Yeah," her eyes seemed to beg me not to ask, but I had to.

"What's wrong," I asked again.

"The CIA wants me to do something," she answered, slowly dishing it out.

"It's not to kill someone is it?"

"No, not unless it's necessary."

"I don't see what's wrong then," I said pulling her into a deep kiss.

She broke off quickly, "I want you to know I will always love you no matter what."

"I know I'll always love you too," I said kissing her again.

This time she welcomed the kiss and pulled it deeper and deeper until we drifted into love as if it were heaven itself.

Hey, if you didn't get what I meant in the last sentance then it will be hinted at in the next chapter. If you need more information the Prequel is on my profile (it's called Ghost of Revenge). Please review!