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CHAP 2

We stopped for breakfast at a small café about an hour from Dakota. Sitting at a small table we ate in silence. Carefully I observed the brothers. Sam still didn't seem comfortable with me traveling with them though he never said as much. Dean was obviously fine with it after all he was the one that invited me, but, he appeared to have an ulterior objective and personally, I didn't like it, especially since I knew what these two were capable of. I quickly averted my eyes as Dean shoved almost a whole sandwich in his mouth and looked up. My head slowly started to throb and I absently rubbed it, wishing the pain would leave before it got worse.

"You alright, Ally?" he asked, his mouth half full.

"Fine." I growled softly, "You almost done?"

"Dude! Finish what's in your mouth already. You're a pig." Sam said, slightly disgusted as his brother shoveled the rest of his sandwich into his mouth.

"I'm finished." Dean replied his mouth almost empty.

"Yeah we can tell." I tried to laugh through clenched teeth.

"You sure you're alright?" Dean asked as we paid and left.

I waved him away and lied, "Fine."

He shrugged as they walked over to the Impala. I nodded to them as I climbed into my Camaro. It was only when I was about to start the car that the pain was unbearable. I curled my legs up, pressing my forehead into my knees as I slammed my hands against my temple trying not to make a noise as the images started.

Sam held up a shotgun pointing it at, at someone. Dean was standing beside him, his handgun steadily pointing at the same person.

"Don't you fricken dare shoot me. I'm not it. I swear," the person growled sounding a lot like my brother.

Sam and Dean exchanged a glance, having an unspoken conversation. Sam gave a very slight shake of his head while Dean looked back at the person, glaring.

"Ally's brother wouldn't leave her, not when he knows that thing's out there, hunting. You're not him." Dean said.

The image drew back so I could see everyone. The straggly black hair, sharp features and hard eyes of the unknown person were immediately recognizable. My brother, Matt, stood uncomfortably on one leg, his other resting slightly above the ground, blood covering the pant leg. His hands were in fists at his side and his handgun still in its holster.

Dean looked him in the eye, his finger tightening on the trigger.

"I didn't leave Ally helpless, for that thing to get her. I never would." Matt said softly staring straight back at Dean, his face falling slightly.

"I know her brother never would, but you aren't him." Dean said, dangerously quiet.

There was an uncomfortable silence before it was broken by a shot and a body crumpled to the ground.

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The pain slowly ebbed away and I noticed how ragged my breathing was. Slowly I tried to breathe calmly before realizing there were hands on me. I looked up, startled and jumped away from the killer before me. His eyes were surprisingly concerned.

I shook my head, murmuring, "Just a headache."

"Looked like more than a headache to me." Dean commented.

"Look it was just an ice pick headache. I get them sometimes okay?! I- where's the Impala?"

"Sam took it. I told him we'd meet up for lunch. You're in no shape to be driving, especially if you get another 'headache'."

"You just want to drive the Camaro." I replied weakly as I gave in and shifted to the passenger's seat.

"Maybe, but you know I'm right," he said, starting the car and driving back onto the road.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Goes up to 350km/h. Try not to go over 200km/h. I don't want you to screw something. You do and I'll kill you."

"You're as bad as I am. How long you been getting the headaches."

"Geez, what are you, a doctor now? And I can't remember when. How long you been traveling with your brother?"

"Can't remember," he replied, copying my answer.

"So it's going to be like that is it? I don't answer so you don't?"

"Something like that, yeah. What music you got?"

"Good stuff. I choose music."

He shook his head, looking through my collection, "Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts her cake hole."

I snatched the collection of him, "Owner picks the music; other person shuts his cake hole."

Pulling out a CD I stuck it in the player and turned it up loud. Billy Joel – We Didn't Start The Fire.

"You're joking right?" he asked as I started to sing along, slightly out of tune.

"What? Sorry can't hear you!" I replied, grabbing a cap out of the glove box and pulling it over my face as I reclined my seat slightly, "Music's too loud."

The song soon finished and in the short break he asked, "Did you just sing all the words?"

"Ya, something like that. Turn it up for the next song would ya?"

Surprisingly when the next song he did turn it up, "Now that's more like it."

I pulled the cap from my face, "You like ACDC? Or just Back in Black?"

"Sorry, can't hear you. The music's too loud."

I laughed and put the cap back over my face, wanting to sleep but knowing I couldn't with a killer right next to me. Strangely it was hard to remember sometimes; that he had killed people and I was here to bring him down. He didn't seem to have it in him even though I had seen him about to kill my brother. My visions always happened, even when I tried to stop it. Hopefully, this one wouldn't.

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We pulled into the gas station after Sam; the Impala needed filling. Dean turned the Camaro off but left the music running.

"I'm going to get food. You want anything?" I asked Dean as I got out.

He lay across the front seats, "Na, just take your time."

I rolled my eyes and left, mumbling, "Whatever."

It only took about five minutes for me to grab the food I wanted. I walked up to the counter as Eye of the Tiger began to blast out of the Camaro. I grinned as the guy started to scan my items. Glancing outside I almost choked. Dean was sitting up now and it seemed as though he was singing along. I shook my head as I paid for the food. Dean climbed out the open window and sat on the door as the guy put my items in a bag.

"I swear I'm gonna kill him."

The attendant laughed, "You'd think he'd appreciate the car more."

"You'd think he would." I agreed as Dean came fully out of the window and sat on the roof.

I walked out of the building as Dean started to almost try and dance, though I must admit he looked pretty hot when he did. By the time I reached the Camaro he had lifted his leg up and started using it as an air guitar. Pacing around to the passenger's side I reached in and turned the music off.

"Get off my car now." I growled in a quiet dangerous tone.

He actually had the nerve to stand on the car door before jumping off and turning to face me a goofy innocent look on his face.

I nearly chuckled but somehow managed to keep a straight face as I said almost half-heartedly, "Zips and domes scratch the paint. If there's a scratch on my Camaro, I'll kill you."

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We pulled up outside the Harvelle Roadhouse in Medford. There were already several cars and motorbikes outside, all old or muscle. I glimpsed a dark blue 1968 Dodge Charger at the end of the row of cars, looked almost like Matt's.

"We're staying here for the night. You got somewhere booked or do you wanna stay as well?"

"I've got no where planned, so I might stay here." I replied, following them in.

Once we were inside I felt very small and vulnerable. Most of the people I could see were guys and most were big and burly. A few looked almost like they were in a biker gang while some others looked like Dean and Sam, just casual road trippers. It was strange seeing such different people gathering in one place. They did have one thing in common though; they had a certain something about them, a dangerous something. I wouldn't want to mess with any of these guys.

I followed Dean and Sam up to the bar.

"Boys. Good to see you again. You want the same room?" A lady asked as she put some glasses away.

"Actually Ellen, we'll have two separate rooms this time." Dean laughed with a look at me.

"Right. Well the first two rooms are free. Heya kid, I'm Ellen."

I nodded smiling, "Ally."

A person perked up from his beer in the corner and stood up. I ignored him as we put our bags in our room and ordered beers.

"Ally?" the person stood beside me.

I looked up and my jaw dropped, "Matt!" I gasped, throwing my arms around his neck.

He pulled me in close, almost squeezing the breath out of me. After a while I stepped back, smiling up at him. Pulling my arm back I lashed out. A loud slap echoed around the bar and a red mark quickly began to form on his cheek.

He lifted his hand and wrapped his cheek, "Ow. What was that for?"

"You never call, never text, never even send an email. One day you just take off saying you're going hunting and you don't even go with Dad or even friends, just by yourself. I've hardly heard from you since then." I finished in a whisper.

"Ally… Let's discuss this somewhere else," he said, gently dragging me away.

I followed him, grabbing my beer and thanking Ellen as we went to his room.

"What the hell is going on?!" I asked once he shut the door behind us, "I meet Dean and go road tripping with him up to here and find you at some Roadhouse in the middle of no where?"

"Ally. Just, hear me out okay?"

I sat on the bed, "I'm listening."

"Well, when I first left, it was just sort of, I dunno, spontaneous, maybe. I just had to get away from Dad. You know what he's like."

"No I don't. A month after you had gone he bloody took off as well! Said he was looking for you. I was dumped at a neighbor's for a year until I left for college. I heard from him every month or so until about a year ago and you, I've only heard from you four times since then and haven't heard from you at all in the last couple of years ago. I tried to contact both of you but… You were both dead to me after a while."

"You haven't heard from him?"

I shook my head.

"He, he told me he talked to you a couple of weeks ago."

"Well he didn't."

"Ally, if I had known-"

"What? You would've come home? You would've rung me?"

He looked away, unable to meet my eyes, "I would've done something."

I shook my head, "There's so much you missed. So much you can't catch up on. You both missed my graduation," I paused, "Said here stays here right?"

"Always has been always will be. You know that Ally."

"You missed my wedding. My pregnancy. My baby's christening. You missed everything."

He looked at my hand, "Too cheap to afford a ring?"

I reached around my neck and pulled out a small thin chain with two rings hanging from it.

"You don't wear them?"

"Said here stays here." I confirmed.

He nodded.

"Not when I'm working."

"Who?"

"CIA." I murmured.

He shook his head, "That's dangerous, Ally."

"I'm not a kid anymore Matt," I grinned, "And you say what I'm doing is dangerous. Look at the people you're hanging out with. I can tell that they're all dangerous as well. Even I'd hate to get on the wrong side of one of them."

"That's what you're going to end up doing, little sis. Who are you after?"

"Who'd I walk in with?"

He turned around and gaped at me, "The Winchesters?"

I nodded, "You know them?"

"I've only heard the name, but Sam's the last person here you'd want to mess with."

"I would've thought Dean would be more dangerous?"

"That's exactly why you wouldn't want to mess with Sam. The one thing that Dean's overly protective about is his family, especially his little brother."

I grinned, that could work to my advantage, "Sounds sorta familiar don't you think?"

"I wouldn't kill someone to protect my little sister. There'd probably be nothing left to kill."

I smacked him on the arm, "I'm not that nasty."

"Uh-huh," he replied, not believing me, "You just know how to hold a grudge."

I laughed and took a swig of my beer, knowing the time he was referring to, "That guy was a jerk anyway. He deserved it."

"That's what you always say. You wanna go back?"

I nodded, "Said here stays here."

"How many times do I have to say it, Ally? Always has, always will."

"Just checking." I said as we walked back to the bar.

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A/N Didn't want to say this at the start, didn't want to spoil anything.

Dean and Sam, the roadhouse and Ellen and all that don't belong to me. Supernatural doesn't belong to me and unfortunately the 'Eye of the Tiger' scene doesn't belong to me :D

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