*Jamie got up from the sandy ground she laid on. I definitely don't remember being here. It was the dead of the night, and the moon shone high above the thousands of trees that surrounded her. She thought she heard a low rumble and turned to see a car racing to the center Jamie was standing. As the car came up into view, she looked at it wide-eyed in terror. The black 1968 Camaro pulled up and someone stepped out of the driver's seat. It was a man, about six feet tall and about 35 or 40 years old. Jamie stared in disbelief. The man had ebony black hair and piercing ice blue eyes. +Oh my god, he's just as I remember.+ "Jeani, for God's sake get out of the car!" The passenger's car door opened and stepped out a girl about five and a half feet tall. She had the same dark as the night hair the man did, but instead of the piercing blue eyes, she had deep green eyes with specks of gold that circled the inner and outer part of her eyes. +Jesus Christ is that me?! How old would I have been? 15 or 16.+ "Jeani, what the hell were you thinking back there! That is the stupidest move I have ever seen in all of my years!"

"Well," The young Jeani snapped back, "I saved your ass didn't I? Don't even start the 'I don't matter' speech for yet again because you know deep down inside you can't forgive yourself for what I'm gonna become!" Jeani's voice reached the brink at the last three words. The real Jamie kneeled in the gravel road with tears rolling down her cheeks. She remembered this now, clear as the bell that rang in a church. She hadn't had this dream in what seemed like forever.

Her dad looked at Jeani in total surprise at the words that came out her mouth. He stared at her with his ice blue eyes. "I know that I can't forgive myself, but I don't want anything to happen to you." He stepped toward his daughter with now compassionate eyes. "I love you to much Jeani, to let anything, not even a scratch, get on you." Jeani was looking down at the ground, ashamed to look in her father's face. Jamie remembered that her eyes had started to gloss over in tears. "Jeani." Her father said in a gentle, but yet firm voice. He took his hand and pulled her chin up with his finger. Jeani looked up with the tears ready to fall, like that of a bomb falling to the ground waiting to hit the floor for it to explode. "I know why you did that, but you know that you can't save everyone, not even me, no matter how much you try. That is the toughest lesson you have to know about this job."

"Dad, please," Jeani choked on her tears, "Please don't tell me that, you're the person that holds this family together, you know it, I know it, hell even the families we've met on hunting, know it."

Suddenly another car was coming down the gravel road. Jamie had seen a car a hell of a lot like that car, but she couldn't push herself to think of it. The car stopped and out of the car come another man with black hair, but he had more gray in it than black. The driver's door slammed shut and the man started to walk toward the people in the middle of the road. Jeani wiped the tears away before the man could see. "Tim," the man said and held out his hand, "it's been awhile."

"Very long, John." Tim shook John's hand. There was a loud creek that came from John's car. A very tall boy, about Jeani's age stepped out to see the circle. The passenger's door produced another boy, who looked a little older, by about four years, than Jeani. The two boys walked in unison. The real Jamie smiled thinking about the double mint twins. "John, this is my lovely daughter, Jeannine." Jeani held out her hand and John took it.

"Well, your daughter's got quite a good grip. Just like you. So, you hunt to?"

"Yes sir, I do." Jeani didn't want to make her answer any longer.

"I like her answer too." John smiled, a cheerful smile. It made Jeani's lips curl to a smile too. The two boys now had reached the group of people. "Tim, Jeannine. Meet my boys." John put one hand on the older one. "This is Dean and that's Sam." Dean smiled a dirty grin, and Sam smiled nervously. Jeani held out her hand again, this time to Sam. He lifted his, grabbed her hand and shook it lightly. Jeani smiled confidently and they stared at each other for awhile holding hands, but apparently no one noticed, except Dean.

"Hey, I'm Dean." Dean held out his hand to her with the same grin that he had on his face before. Sam let go of Jeani's hand and rolled his eyes.

"Yea, I gathered." She took Dean's hand with the same grip she gave to his dad. "You guys can call me Jeani. I have a feeling that we're not really wanted this close to them." Jeani tilted her head toward John and her dad deep in conversation. "Why don't we go over there before I get yelled at again. I can never escape the iron fist." Jeani walked between the boys and called out to them by her car. "Hello? You coming or what? Dad?" Tim looked at Jeani, "I'm gonna take 'em to the hotel." "Just don't do anything stupid." Tim said. He tossed Jeani the keys and she caught them with ease.

"Boys," John called, "keep an eye on her."

"Yes sir." the boys said in unison. It made Jeani almost burst out in laughter. They got in the car and Jeani started the car. And all of a sudden the scene went black.*

Jamie sat up in the daylight that peeked through the window in the hospital room. She squinted her eyes from the sun and held her arm up to shield her from the burning ball of carbon. She looked around the room and saw Dean almost falling out the chair. She sat up and reached to lightly tap Dean on the shoulder before he actually did fall out. "Dean" Jamie called in a soothing voice, "Dean, wake up. Dean" He didn't budge. She smiled and opened her mouth "Dean!" Her voice was loud and relatively deep. Dean's eyes shot open and jumped, which led to the force coming down on the chairs and he hit the floor.

"What?!" Dean's tried closing his eyes. He sounded annoyed. "What is it now Sam?"

"Dean," Jamie went to her normal pitch and volume. "Do I look like Sam to you?" Dean looked up and smirked.

"You will not believe the dream I had last night."

"You had a weird dream too? Was it like a flashback?"

Dean looked at Jamie astonished. "Yea, how'd you know?"

"I had this dream, well actually a flashback, of this one time my dad and I were hunting a spirit." Jamie stopped and her eyes started to pop open and she turned to Dean. Oh, my dear, loving god. What the hell did I just say? Jamie looked at Dean and realized why he didn't react like she was crazy. "Dean, you and Sam were in my dream with my dad and your dad too." She jumped out of bed to make it and clean up.

"Are you kidding me, there's no way in hell that you could be…" Dean looked at her in total shock. "Son of a bitch. Jeani?" Dean looked at Jamie after he swore. Jamie pursed her lip and nodded. "No wonder you were so familiar. You never really changed have you?"

"Well, neither have you, Deanie." Dean froze, at the reminder of his nickname that Jamie had used. I brought him back to that week in mid-Colorado. "I should go check up on Sam. Do you still have the keys?" Dean nodded and held them up. "Good, all you need to do is walk five blocks from the hospital's left it's right on a corner, you can't miss it. Oh, and call me when you get there. I'll be there by 9"

"Thanks" Dean looked at her quizzically. Jamie nodded and headed out the door. Dean stared at the door and remembered something. *I never checked on Sammy!* "Wait Jeani!" Dean ran out the door to catch Jamie. Luckily, he did. She stood right by the door.

"What, you think I forgot about Sam?" Jamie smiled, "Follow me Dean." She turned and headed toward the elevator, which was right across Dean's room. They walked to it and Jamie pressed the button to go up and the metallic doors opened. They stepped in and the doors closed shut. Jamie looked at Dean and smiled.

Dean noticed Jamie looking at him. "What?"

Jamie kept looking at Dean. "It's just that it's good to see you again, you know?" she smiled and looked down in embarrassment, "I've turned to such a sap."

Dean took his finger and lifted her chin up. "Hey, don't worry. You're just as I remember, a total sap." Jamie's mouth popped open and she hit him in the shoulder. "Ow! And you still hit like you did too, hard." She smiled at him and the doors opened.

Jamie stepped out the doors. "Come on, Deanie. You can move your ass a couple more feet." She turned and walked on. She noticed that Dean hadn't followed her. "You comin' or what?" She waited, tapping her foot, for Dean to catch up to her.

Jamie opened the door to Sam's room. "Do you want some alone time with him, Dean?" Dean shook his head and stepped inside and Jamie followed.

Dean went to the chair that Jamie had usually sat in. "Hey buddy, how ya doing? Is that witch treating you okay?" Dean looked at Jamie who looked at him with a look that said that she was gonna beat the snot out of him right then and there, but she stopped. For the sake of Sammy.

She thought about the first time she met him, and how much they had in common. They both wanted to leave their family behind and go to college. Sam wanted to be a lawyer and Jamie had wanted to be a psychiatrist. They both wanted to help people with the legal and the mental problems. They wanted a family. But they had one major difference. Jeani loved the thrill of the hunt. Sam, on the other hand, wanted never to hunt again in his life. She looked at Sam with the same compassion that she had saved just for him.

Dean turned back to face Sam laying there. "You know what Jeani?" She looked up from the charts at Dean with a questionable look on her face. "Sam always looks so small in a bed, especially in a hospital bed and I mean look at him, I mean he's a freakin' Goliath."

Jamie smiled and sat at Sam's bedside. "You know, I think that he got taller the last time I saw him." She put the chart back at the edge of his bed and looked at him. She bent down to pick up the book from the night before and bent down to put it back in the box under his bed. "or maybe you just got shorter." Dean looked at her and stuck out his tongue at her and she did the same to him. "You know something to Dean?" she heard a small "huh" from Dean. She sighed "I don't think I'll ever see him more peaceful again." She closed her eyes and turned away, trying so hard not to cry, especially in front of Dean. She swallowed the salty water and she wiped the tears that came down her cheeks. She gasped and her voice choked and quivered. "I missed talking to you guys, especially Sam." She gasped to get breath. "I haven't talked to him since he moved to Stanford. And you, well it's been what 6,7 years." She turned to look at Dean, tears streamed down her face like two waterfalls coming down from her cheeks.

"You know I told my mom what really happened that night he never came home. I told her the truth that my dad," She paused and took another quivering breath. Dean got up and headed to her. He sat down and put his arm around her shoulder. "my dad, sold his soul for me, my safety from my goddamn destiny! You know who he sold his soul to? Yellow eyes! He's the one who killed my grandma, but you wanna know something Dean? It wouldn't have mattered. I still would be hunting. Yellow eyes hated our family's guts for centuries, and he was so pleased to see my dad give up his life and watch my family go up in flames." She got up and faced the wall. The tears flowed until her eyes ran dry like the desert. Her voice still quivered, but it wasn't as bad as it was before. "My mom became an alcoholic and my older sister left for Europe, and she still hasn't come back and it's been 8 years. I talk to her once a month, though. My mom slapped me across the floor when I told her she told me she was glad I was going and she knew how much it pained me to see her like that, too. She kicked me out and told me never to come back for the rest of her life. My baby brother turned out the best of the family," She turned after she was sure the tears stopped falling down. "He's the CEO of this huge, national corporation. Wonderful wife, five loving, adorable kids. He doesn't even know if demons exist, I mean my mom never told him how dad did really die." She looked out the window, the sun had curved and was heading down to the horizon.

"Well, Deanie, you should head to the garage." Dean got up and headed to the door. "The Impala was your dad's wasn't it?"

"Yea, yea it was. He would get pissed off even if it got dust on it."

Jamie looked at Sam laying next to her and his eyes fluttered. "Dean! I think Sam's waking up!" Dean rushed over to Jamie's side and saw Sam's eyes flutter even more.

"Dean? Is he here?" Sam's voice was weak, but the plea was still heard. He opened his eyes to the sun and saw Dean and a girl with black hair and hazel eyes.

"Hey, Sammy. How ya feeling?" Dean sat down a chair next to Sam's bed. He looked at Jamie. "Well, the witch's black magic worked."

"Ha ha, I'm gonna die laughing, Deanie boy. Hey Sammy, remember me?" Jamie patted his hand. Sam shook his head. "Does the name Jeani ring a bell?" Sam's eyes widened and he stared at Dean, hoping that this was a joke Dean pulled.

"She's telling the honest to god truth Sam. I'll leave you two do go through all the mushy stuff." He stood back up and headed to the door. He looked at Sam before he left and winked at him and closed the door.

"Jeani is that really you?" Sam asked with his voice growing stronger with every word. Jamie nodded her head.

"But I go differently, Jamie, but you guys can always call me Jeani." Sam sat up fast and formed a grimace on his face. "Ah, ah, ah. Don't sit up to fast, or your stitches will pop open, and trust me it was really hard to do too." Jamie stood up and checked his IV bag. Then she grabbed the chart and wrote down his vitals after taking some notes.

"My god, you look a lot different then I remember." Jamie smiled and sat down on the bed. "You look beautiful, more so than I recall." Jamie looked at the chart and started to blush. She put the chart back and looked at Sam. He leaned over to hug her.

His arms wrapped around her like pipes circling around her back. He held her tight, never wanting to let go. "I missed you so much, Sam" Jamie said. "I missed talking to you. It's great to see you." Sam's grip on her loosened and she slid out of his protective arms. The tears started to form in her eyes. "God am I crying again? You should of seen me with Dean, I had a stream of tears every five seconds." Sam smiled and stared in her eyes.

"Where's Dean going? He was in a hurry." Sam looked at the calendar hanging behind Jamie. "Wait how long have I been out?"

"Ok, I'll give you a brief summary," Jamie took a deep breath. "To answer the first question, he's going to the garage I own. And the second question is that you've been out for four days, and Dean was out for two. My life can't be anymore glamorous."

Sam smiled, "Yea, I bet. So did you ever go to med school? Or even internships?"

Jamie looked at Sam and nodded her head, "I'm doing a fellowship for psychology now and an internship of a doctor too. But out of the medical field and the garage, I still hunt, and I'm a substitute teacher for biology." Sam looked at her in shock about how many achievements that she had done. "I know a ton on my plate, right. To be honest I still don't have a clue how I do it all, even with my crazy family." Her face dropped, "Crap!"

"What is it Jeani? Did you forget something?" He sat up and looked like he was ready to help.

"Yea, I did. Crap, crap, crap, crap, CRAP! I forgot to tell Dean that my cousin lives with me!"

"Which cousin? I think can handle it on his own."

"My cousin on my mom's side. She's the only one from that side that talks to me aside from Jimmy, if you don't remember, he's brother. But What if she walks on him doing some guy thing? I didn't tell her anyone was coming to stay either. Frick! I gotta call Laur." She slipped the phone out of the breast pocket in her scrubs, and dialed her home number.

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Lauren was in the shower when she heard the phone ring. She grabbed a towel, ran to the phone, and saw that Jamie was calling her. She picked up the phone. "What?!"

"Laur, there's something I forgot to tell you last night, and I just remembered so hurry up to your room and get dressed."

"What? Wait, why? Is someone coming?" She was worried about Jamie, Lauren knew that she hadn't gotten that much sleep, with the nightmares, and now especially with the two brothers in that horrible accident they got into.

"Yea, one of the brothers. I gave him the spare key and the rules. And you'll never believe who they are"

"Well are they, the Affleck's? 'Cause there is no way I'm letting him in this house!"

"Laur, take a breather. And no, but it's someone better. The brothers are John Winchester's boys, Dean is on his way."

"Wait the Winchesters, the one's who opened the door to Hell?"

"They were there but they helped, you know Dean's the one that killed yellow eyes."

"But you know what would happen if it did and wait, how do you know?" Lauren was confused, it was pretty hard to find hunters, especially in this town.

"I met them once, when dad and I were hunting in Colorado. John and the boys met up with us at a crossroads there. I haven't talk to them in at least 5 years. But, get dressed! And if you ask why you don't want to know why." Jamie took the phone and hung up. She sat down next to Sam. "So, you hungry, Dean ate a ton of food before he left, but if you don't want to eat with me-"

"Why wouldn't want to eat with you? I wanna catch up on what I missed in you life. I don't know why I stopped calling you."

"Really? I remember pretty clearly what happened." Sam looked at her with confusion and a sense of being lost. "I called the new number you gave me the week before, because I was gonna be in town and this girl answered it. She said that she was Jessica, your girlfriend. She went all territorial and said never to call you again. I tried your cell, but you wouldn't answer it. I left a ton of messages and even went to campus to try to see you. But I got nothing, until that really awkward occasion."

Sam smiled nervously and tried to remember, and then his mouth dropped open. "Oh my god! I remember that! You were at the store shopping for what was it?"

"Some-personal- clothes."

"Huh? Oh you mean the lingerie section." Sam eyes lit up and formed a dirty smile on his face.

"Stop that! And besides I wasn't the one looking there for himself! I, was doing this for a hunt." Sam's mouth gaped open and she stared at her in offense and total shock that she went that far. She smiled a evil smile and one of satisfaction.

"Well at least you didn't catch me with a bra in your hands and bullets in the other." Jamie looked at Sam, with horror in his eyes.

"You know sure as hell why I had that stuff. But, you on the other hand, um, well, uh…" She trailed off and looked at Sam and shifted her eyes up and down him, sizing him up. "Had the magic formula, and salt, and shells and not the gun kind." She looked at Sam. "Then there was the lunch, that was better, thank God!" She got up and went to the door. "I'll go get lunch for us, be back in like…" She looked at her watch, "five minutes." She stepped out of the door and closed it. Leaving Sam to mull everything that happened in the matter of minutes he woke up and hoped that this wasn't a dream.