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A/N: This chapter is a longer one and I don't know how people like it since no one has reviewed and maybe that's because they are so long. Or maybe it's because it's not very good. I don't know. I guess I like my writing but I'm a bit bias. Please review if you don't mind. Thank you!!!


Chapter Two: Stones Throw

It was a quaint little town. There were only the necessary structures with a tiny worn down strip mall, a library, a police and fire station, and the gas station from my vision. We got out and looked around. There were small houses along several streets but it looked disserted. I pointed at the gas station and John nodded. I saw the gun as he adjusted his jacket. I followed him around the station and to the back. There was a back door and it was open. John's tension disappeared. We stepped inside to find it full of supplies. No man tied to a chair. We were either too late or early enough to stop it.

"Now what?" I asked John. "I don't know who we're looking for."

"We know he's young with brown hair. I guess we look for the young people hang out." He told me.

I raised an eyebrow and shrugged. We made our way around the town. The mall was horribly small with only five stores inside of it. It was practically empty but there were a few workers and they told us that a nearby park was popular with the kids. We thanked them and made our way to the park. Sure enough there were about a dozen teens sitting around a picnic table and on the swings. We stood back and watched them for a while. I studied each of the young men trying to fit them with the men in my vision but none of them matched what I saw. A few were too heavy and none of their hair looked like the either of the men. I was discouraged and John simply winked and smiled at me before walking up to them. I followed as he started to ask a series of questions. I walked up to two men on the swings.

"Hi." I smiled at them.

"Hi." One smiled flirtingly and the other just smiled. "What can I do for you?" He said standing up with a boyish grin on his face.

I smiled back annoyed. "I was wondering if you could help me with something. I'm looking for someone. He's tall with brown hair. It's kinda long." I said trying to piece together the man in my vision. "He might be wearing a shirt with vertical strips." I told them.

"I don't think we can help." The nicer of the two told me.

"I could be him if you'd like." The jerk told me.

I grinned at him. "No, that's alright." I told him, annoyed. "How about a man with light brown hair, spiked, black leather jacket?" I asked.

"I'm sorry. I haven't seen anyone like that." The nicer of the two replied. "We don't get a lot of visitors out here."

"I see." I smiled at him. "Thank you."

"Stick around for a while." The jerk said putting his hands on my side.

I let him leave his hands there as I laughed. I stopped laughing and stepped on his foot as hard as I could and elbowed him in the face. I turned and watched him fall to the ground, holding his bloody nose. I thanked the other boy again and walked away. John finished his questions as I walked past him.

"That was a waste of time." I told him as we got back into the truck.

"Yeah." He said sounding disappointed.

"We have time." I told him. "From the looks of the back room, it hasn't happened yet."

He just looked straight ahead. "But that doesn't mean it won't happen soon."

He started the trucks engine and drove off. It was clear that he was upset. I didn't want to deepen his anger by saying anything.

"Something one of the girls said is bothering me." He told me, breaking the silence.

"What?" I asked.

"There have been attacks in the forest. People missing, only blood and ripped up camp sites. Sound familiar?" He asked and looked at me.

"Windego." I told him flatly.

He nodded. We went to the nearest camping sites and talked to a few of the guides. They all had the same story. They'd get the people to the camp sites down a series of well used trails and then make sure that they knew the way back, outlining the trail on the maps. It all sounded concrete. We went to a few of the sites but whatever had been there was gone now. At one point John got an odd expression on his face and suggested we get back to town. I agreed, not knowing what else to do. I followed his lead; if he wanted to go I was right behind him.

"Now what?" I asked him. "I haven't gotten any other visions. I don't know where else to look."

"We park by the station. Whatever's going to happen is going to happen there."

"Only part of it. One is in major trouble in the woods." I told him.

He nodded and we drove back to town. We parked by the station and waited…and waited. Once the sun set we headed to the single motel in the area. There were very few rooms and most looked unoccupied. We went in and I fell back on the one double bed in the room. I looked at John and he just grinned and winked. I laughed. He may have been old enough to be my father but he was still damn attractive and the best friend I've got. He used the facilities and then fell back on the bed next to me. I turned my head toward him and he was looking at me. I smiled but his look was more mournful than anything.

"What is it?" I frowned.

"It's nothing." He said looking forward before closing his eyes.

"John, I know you way better than that." I told him. "You don't have to tell me anything I just don't want you to lie to me."

"Got it." He said without looking at me.

I shook my head and got up. "I'm going for a walk." I told him.

He sat up and grabbed my wrist. "I don't think so." He said looking me in my eyes.

"I'll be fine." I told him.

"You don't know this thing. It could be out there waiting for you." He told me.

I sat down next to him and put my arm over his shoulder. "Look, I love that you care so much but I need to get out. I need to see the town and see if anything comes to me. Maybe I'll get another vision. Sitting here isn't helping anyone. Not me, not you. I'll have my cell." I said and kissed his cheek before grabbing a sweatshirt and leaving.

Once I closed the door behind me I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that had kicked in. I wasn't afraid per say but what happened had shaken me enough to be leery of everything.

I walked from the motel to the gas station. It was empty. I waited inside for a short period of time but no one came. I walked back to the park to find it empty. I sat on a swing and thought as I gently swung myself. As time went on and no one came or even walked by, I got a weird feeling in my gut. I stood up and briskly walked back to the motel. I opened the door and John was pinning things up on the wall and looking at them.

"Hey." He said over his shoulder.

"Something weird is going on." I told him.

"I know." He said softly.

"The town is disserted. I didn't see one person out there."

"Evy…" He said and looked at me. I just looked back at him. "Don't leave this room without me."

"You're worried. More than usual." I told him.

He rubbed the back of his head and sighed as he turned toward me. "It just doesn't make any sense. Your visions have shown us one thing but it seems something else is going on here." He told me and sat on the bed. I sat next to him. I took his hand in mine and gently caressed it. He smiled and kissed the top of my hand. "Thank you." I smiled back at him.

We pondered our situation for a few more hours before heading to bed. I laid down and when John got in he lay facing me. I turned on my side and faced him. He gently caressed my cheek. He smiled sweetly. I closed my eyes and let his touch help me get to sleep. I was almost there when my phone vibrated and Jim's ring tone started to sing. I shot up and grabbed the phone answering it.

"Hey Jim."

"I miss you Evy." His voice told me through the phone.

"Is everything okay?" I asked him.

"Things are getting bad over here." He replied. The tone in his voice uncertain and almost afraid.

"Jim, you're scaring me." I told him.

"Don't worry about me baby. You know I'm careful. I just wanted to tell you that I love you. So much. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."

"Jim, this is not goodbye." I told him angrily, my stomach turning, the conversation was too serious too fast.

"I know."

"Than stop making it sound like it is." I replied.

"I just don't want to regret not saying it." He told me.

"I love you too." I told him trying not to cry.

"I better go. I'll call you soon." He told me.

"I love you Jim." I told him again.

"Love you too baby." He said and hung up the phone.

"Is everything okay?" John asked me.

"No." I told him and put down the phone.

I fell back onto the bed on my stomach. John pulled the covers over me and kissed my forehead.

"I'm worried." I told him.

"About Jim?" He asked.

"About everything." I told him. Tears sprung to my eyes. "I'm sorry." I said and laughed, wiping them away.

"Don't be sorry." He told me. "Get some sleep."

I nodded and shut my eyes. I felt the back of his hand touch my face and he gently caressed my cheek until I was asleep. When I woke up he was gone and a note was taped to the bathroom mirror when I walked into the room. He had gone out to get breakfast and coffee. I didn't know how long he had been gone but I knew he wasn't just out to get food and drink. He was working and he was leaving me out of it. I showered and got ready for the day and he still wasn't back yet. I sat on the bed and watched Wheel of Fortune on the TV and when John still wasn't back I started to get a little worried. I opened the door and stepped out. I didn't want to wander far but if he were nearby than I hoped I would see him. I was just looking around when I noticed a black Impala parked a few rooms down. Jim had a red one that looked exactly like it. He loved that car. I would be happy to take it out into the country with him again. I walked over to it and ran my hand across it smiling. I had watched Jim resurrect his car from the grave and this one was looking pretty good. I was still admiring it, thinking of Jim when someone grabbed my shoulder. I gasped and spun around.

"John, good God, you scared the shit out of me." I told him. "Isn't this a great car?" I grinned turning back to the Impala. "Jim has one just like it."

"Come on." He said taking my arm.

He seemed agitated. "What's wrong?" I asked him. He led me back into the room. "Where have you been?"

"I asked you not to leave the room without me." He told me angrily.

"John, calm down." I told him. "What is it?" I asked him, taking his arm.

"There was a windego in the area. It was killed." He told me.

"How?" I asked. "Luck?"

"I don't think so. My son has an Impala just like that." He told me.

"Then let's go see him." I told him. "Maybe he can help us."

"No." He said flatly.

"John…" I said frowning at him. "Why would you not want to see your son?"

"I am trying to protect him, both of them. You know that." He said.

"He's just two rooms away and you don't want to see him. I just don't understand. Why are you so worried for them?"

"You know why. You experienced it." He told me.

I looked at him for a moment before it dawned on me. "The demon…" I said and thought a moment. "Wait, you're all worried for your sons so you keep your distance but I'm here, I've been attacked by the demon and you're still here? I know you're worried about me but I…" I said and shrugged.

"I'm more than worried about you. Why do you think I left you here? Why do you think I don't want you to leave here without me? I am terrified that something is going to happen to you, but with my son here, one or both of them, the demon will look at it as it's chance and that would mean death for all of us, including you. I won't let that happen." He told me. "I have to find it and kill it. Initially I was hoping that you would see it and tell me where it is but I've grown to know you and to care for you and now I'm just worried that you're going to die because I think it's after you."

"What?" I asked him.

He sighed, knowing he'd said too much. "I've been tracking this demon for twenty-two years. I'm nearly positive that it's after people with visions. People like you." He told me. "I didn't want to say anything but now I feel like I have to. Ever since it attacked you I can't stop thinking that I can't save you."

"John." I said calmly. "I am going to be fine. I don't care if it's after me or not. Since I've met you a lot of things have been after me."

"This is different." He told me.

"So what if it's different. You told me that my visions aren't going to stop and that I have the power to help people. You convinced me to help. To embrace my gift. I'm going to keep doing that. I have you looking out for me and I have my own common sense and what I see helps me. I'm going to be fine, and if I do die I'll know that I've done what I can to help and that I died trying to do what's right. I'm good." I told him and smiled.

He just looked at me. Sadness in his eyes. He pulled me against him, hugging me tight. "I kinda love you, you know that?"

"Yeah. I love you too." I smiled, resting my head on his chest. "Now let's go meet your son." I told him standing up.

"I can't face him. Not after distancing myself from him like I have."

"I'm sure he'll understand." I told him. He shook his head. I was going to protest but the familiar throb in my head started and I sat on the bed, gripping John's arms as he knelt in front of me.

The main street of Stones Throw was in front of me. John ran into the picture yelling my name. He turned around and the fear on his face was clear. He continued to yell my name. There was an explosion in the gas station and me and a young man ran from the building. John grabbed me and the three of us ran from the flames. We stopped and John pulled me against him. Then he looked to the young man and put his hand on his face, calling him Sammy.

I blinked and I was back in the motel room. I looked at John and took a deep breath.

"That bad huh?" He asked.

"No, actually it was a good thing." I told him.

"Tell me."

"Who's Sammy?" I asked him. He got a blank expression on his face. "It's Sam. I think it was Sam. You call him Sammy. He was the man in the gas station. I saved him. I don't know where you were but you were yelling my name and Sam and I came running from the gas station right before it blew up. You called him Sammy. That's all there was." I told him. "Now we have to go talk to them."

"No, ah…I'll call Dean and tell him."

"This is ridiculous." I told him and opened the door. John was right behind me until I went down to the room the Impala was in front of and knocked on the door. "Sam?" I called.

The door opened and the man from my first vision was standing in front of me. He was more attractive in person. His hair was unkempt from sleep, his hazel green eyes, made goosebumps form on my skin. He had a tighter black shirt on and I could easily see his nice formed chest and abs. His biceps made the sleeves tight against his skin.

"It's you." I said softly.

"Hi." He smiled boyishly.

I blinked and tried to concentrate on why I was here. "You're Dean, aren't you?" I asked him.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He asked.

"Where's Sam?" I asked him.

"Hi." Another young man said coming up behind his brother. He had longer hair and was almost as attractive as Dean. He was muscular but thinner and was clearly the smarter of the two. He had enchanting blue eyes. "Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Hi, my name is Evy Connors. I really need to talk to you." I told him.

"You can talk to me." Dean grinned.

"I need to talk to Sam." I told him with a sweet smile, not wanting to be rude.

"Dean, just move." He told his brother.

"Oh come on." Dean said smiling at me.

"I guess you don't understand subtlety." I told him. "I do not want to talk to you I want to talk to your brother."

"Dean…" I turned to see John standing near us.

Both boys had a look of shock on their faces as they looked at their father.

"Evy, talk to Sam. Dean, come with me." John said and put his arm out toward his son.

Dean went up to John and hugged him. John hugged him tight and winked at Sam before taking the elder brother away. I looked at Sam but his eyes still lingered on his father. I watched him for a moment, letting it all sink in.

"Come on. Let's walk." I told him.

He nodded and followed me. "What's this about? How do you know my dad?"

I took a deep breath. "Your dad found me. I have visions, premonitions if you will. He's been helping me. But that's not important right now. What's important is that I saw something about you. Only I found that out just minutes ago. We came here to stop it from happening. I know only bits and pieces but enough to know that you're in trouble. There's this man here that I saw in the woods. He's going to kill Dean. I saw him die in the woods. I think he was trying to save you. I saw you being beaten in the back room of the gas station." I explained. "A bald man was beating you. You were tied to a chair." I told him. "But I also know that we get you out. I saw me and you running from the station right before it blew up. John was out in the street yelling my name. But we got you out. But I haven't seen any more about Dean. I'm assuming that's still in motion. He's going to die unless we do something about it. I think the man who kills him knows where you are and they argue about it and then I think he gives Dean bad news. Like you're already dead. He tries to kill the man but he doesn't have enough time and he gets shot. It happens fast. All I know is that we need to keep you safe." I finished. "I think it starts with you."

He just looked straight ahead and I could tell he was thinking about it. It was a lot to process in only a short amount of time.

"I don't know when it's supposed to happen but now that I know it's you and that you're here I can only assume that it's going to happen soon." I told him.

"Um…" He said and let out a little laugh, looking at me. "Visions…" He said trying to wrap his head about it all.

"Yeah. What are you doing here?" I asked him. "Your dad said he thought there had been a windego in the area."

"Yeah, that's why we were here. They're known to be in Minnesota and Wisconsin. We heard of the attacks and then came to find it. We killed it just last night."

"They can't be controlled or anything, can they?" I asked. "People can't feed them can they? I know some towns give sacrifices to the demons for good crops and stuff like that. Can you do anything like that with a windego?"

He thought a moment. "Not that I can think of." He replied.

"I just don't know why this one man would want to harm you two. He doesn't look demonic but there has to be some reason."

"And you haven't seen him around town at all?" Sam asked me.

I shook my head. "No. I don't know when he comes or what he has against you but it's something and he's after you and your brother. We have to do something." I told him.

We talked for a while longer before finding John and Dean in the park. Sam smiled politely at me before he moved ahead of me quickly and took a seat next to his dad. John looked so happy even though I knew he was worried about them. I stayed back and in the end decided to head back to the room. They deserved a bit of catch up time and I didn't want to interrupt or be in the way. I was nearly to the room when everything started to shake as another vision hit me.

I saw the parking lot of the motel. I saw myself walk into the picture, face beaten, wrists bruised and bleeding. I was breathing hard, like I'd been running. The room door to John's and my room was ajar. I ran to it, pushing it open. John was lying on the floor. I ran to him and turned him into my arms. The side of his head was bleeding but he seemed alright otherwise. A shadow appeared in the doorway and an angry expression appeared on my face. One I had never thought I could make.

I blinked and the vision was done. I was leaning against a tree, breathing hard. Knowing that I couldn't keep this to myself I turned back toward the men. John would want to know. I walked up to them and they were all smiling, enjoying being together again. They all looked at me when I walked up.

"Evy Connors, the visionary." Dean grinned at me.

John gave me a somewhat apologetic smile. "She's more than that Dean." He told his son. "She's the girl who's going to save your ass." He grinned.

"Don't thank me just yet." I said sitting on top of the table in between John and Sam. "We're in trouble." I told John.

"You saw something?" He asked. I nodded. "Tell me."

I told him and they all just looked at me. "This is going to happen and it's going to happen soon. Very soon. The clock on the nightstand read eight thirty. The sun would be just setting making the shadow I saw very possible. It may even be tonight." I told him.

"What?" Dean grinned. "Are you serious? How do we even know that these visions are real? Maybe you're just delusional."

"Dean…" Sam told his brother with an angry undertone.

"It's fine." I told Sam. "But thank you." I said and looked at Dean. "I'm going to let this slide this time but when I'm saving your ass I expect an apology afterward." I told him flatly. "Come on John." I said and got up. John did the same.

"Dad, wait." Dean said getting up.

"We're all going to the same place Dean. Come on." John said and followed me.

"Your son needs an attitude adjustment." I told my friend.

"Nah, he's just pissed at me and probably hates you for having been with me." He told me.

I laughed and smiled up at him. "You made that sound dirty."

"Don't tell Jim." He whispered in my ear.

I laughed as we walked through the parking lot. I stopped and looked around. John stopped and watched me. I looked in the direction from where it looked like I was coming from. The gas station was in the opposite direction so I was taken somewhere else. When I was done the four of us went into John's and my room. I threw my sweatshirt onto the bed and sat down. Dean and Sam took the chairs at the small table. John sat next to me. I moved back and leaned against the headboard. I watched the unease between the small family in front of me.

"One bed huh?" Dean said looking around the room. "That's just wrong dad." He said looking at his father.

John grinned and gave a short laugh. "I'm not that lucky."

I just shook my head at him. My phone rang and I grabbed it seeing Jim's picture appear in the window. I got up and grabbed the phone.

"Hey baby." I smiled answering it.

"Guess what I'm eating right now?" My fiancé smiled through the phone.

"My guess is that you've got yourself a big bowl of ice cream in your hands." I grinned.

"You bet your bottoms baby." He said and laughed. I love his laugh. "We went through this larger city and we found a freezer that was working, full of ice cream." He told me.

"That's good. You're there to fight the bad guys and you raid their fridge." I said and laughed.

"Only if you look at it like that." He told me.

I went outside and sat on the bench that was near our room. I felt John's eyes on me. Just like they always were, ever watching. He was paranoid and before I would think far to paranoid but now I knew that it was more precautionary than anything.

When I got off the phone I sat and thought about him for a while. Missing Jim. When I went back into the room Dean had taken my spot on the bed. I sat in the chair next to Sam. He smiled at me. I smiled back and looked at John. This was a little weird and I was slightly uncomfortable.

"So, you're engaged huh?" Sam asked. I nodded. "Was that him?"

I smiled at him. "Yup, that was Jim." I told him. "He'll be back by the end of the month. Then the wedding is in the spring. You should come." I told him. "It'll be fun."

"Sure." Sam smiled.

"Don't I get an invitation?" Dean said from the bed.

"No." I said my tone suddenly cold. Sam grinned at me. "I'm beat guys. What do you say we crash?" I said standing up. "There is nothing we can do tonight anymore." I told them. John and Sam stood up ready to say goodnight but Dean stayed on the bed. That means you have to get off of the bed." I grinned at Dean.

John just looked between us and Dean rolled his eyes as he got off of the bed. John and Dean walked outside and were talking. Sam and I were standing there shifting our feet.

"Sam, I just have to say that I'm sorry about Jess." I told him.

"Thanks." He said. I knew he'd heard it a thousand times. "And I hope Jim makes it back safe."

"Thanks." I said and the uncomfortable silence filled the room. "You any good with computers?" I asked him.

"I like to think so." He smiled.

"My laptop has been acting a little weird and since we have a minute would you mind taking a look at it?"

"Have you downloaded anything?" He asked as I handed him my computer.

"I haven't but your dad on occasion likes to mess with it. He already wrecked one and had to buy me another one." I told him looking over his shoulder.

Sam laughed. "And they wonder why I went to college." He smiled.

I laughed. "Tell me about it."

"Did you go to college?" He asked.

"Yes I did." I told him. "I went for painting but I don't really do that much anymore."

"Why not?" Sam asked.

"No supplies and I'm never anywhere very long. Your dad and I move around a lot. I call San Diego home and hopefully when Jim gets back I'll be able to live there again but right now it's your dad's truck." I told him.

"Yeah, Dean's car is home now." Sam told me.

"Must be nice to be away from him for a while. I'd think you'd need a break." I told him.

"He's not that bad, really." He grinned up at me. "He's just Dean."

"Just Dean…" I said and shook my head. "They've been out there for a while. Maybe you should crash here and your dad and brother can talk all night if they want to." I told him.

"There…" He said and my computer rebooted perfectly with everything intact.

"You're awesome." I said squeezing his shoulders.

"Sometimes." He smiled up at me. "And I think switching rooms would be a nice change." He told me.

"Good." I said and walked to the door. John and Dean were only a few yards away. I yelled to them that they could just crash in the other room and went back inside, locking the door. Sam striped down to his boxers. I walked past him and into the bathroom to change. "You were going for a lawyer right?" I asked him as I brushed my teeth.

"Yeah, but then Dean made a surprise visit and…you know the rest." He said with a small smile.

I gave him a sympathetic smile and nodded. I went back into the bathroom. I finished my nightly ritual and climbed into the one bed. For a moment I thought it might be weird but I fell asleep easily without another thought about it. I was more comfortable with these men than I had thought I would be. Maybe it was because of John, knowing that these were his boys.

My sleep was peaceful, the first time in a long time. I knew who I was supposed to save and now that I knew that it was not only John's sons' but hunters themselves. It made me feel like this one was stoppable. This one was one that I could handle. I felt like I could keep them safe.

All of that changed halfway through the night. There was a bang on the door that woke Sam and me. I looked at him and he quietly got out of the bed. We listened and the sound didn't come again. I looked at him and calmed down, taking a deep breath. He didn't seem convinced. He pulled on his clothes and grabbed his gun, readying it to shoot. I got out of bed and quickly changed into my normal clothes. It made me nervous that he was nervous. I grabbed the knife I carried and attached it to the back of my pants. Sam slowly moved to the door, me right behind him. I had my thumb on number two on my cell, ready to call John if I needed to. We were nearly to the window to look outside when the door burst open, sending both of us to the ground. Sam put his arm across me, shielding me from the man that entered the room.

"It's him." I whispered.

Sam looked at me and then faced the man, ready to fight. The man laughed and another man appeared behind the first. It was the bald man that I had seen in my vision. My eyes grew wide as the man went for Sam. Sam tried to fight back but he was tossed against the wall and knocked unconscious. I tried to fight, to run, but I didn't get out of the room. I started to scream for John but my ankle was grabbed and I was pulled toward the man. I didn't have time to scream before I was hit over the head and everything went black.