"Now's your chance, Sophronia," his voice gave her chills as she refused to look into his eyes. She could feel his hand under her chin as he turned her to face him. "Kill that Winchester boy he's nothing but trouble and he's going to get in our way."

"W-Which one?" she asked with a stutter. Not much scared Sophie, but he was something that frightened her beyond belief. This being was a nightmare.

"Dean of course."

"Why not Sam?" at this point, she began realizing that this wasn't simply a nightmare. She knew that she was really getting information from him.

"I need him and the others like you, you're special, Sophronia."

She wanted to get away from him. She hated being called by her first name and she hated being touched too, especially by something so creepy as him. She shoved his shoulder, she was slightly shocked by the fact that she could actually push him, her hand burned and she pulled it away quickly. "Just leave me alone! I'm not doing your bidding you evil bastard!"

"We'll see about that..."

XxX

"Sophie?" Rowan looked at her friend worriedly.

"I need some air," the long haired brunette bolted from the motel room and stood on the outside balcony. She rested her forehead against the cold metal railing and tried to regain her composure. He heard someone clear their throat behind her and she whipped around swinging. Her right fist connected with something hard and she felt the pain shoot up her whole arm. "Shit...Dean," she looked up at him and frowned. "Sorry..." she gripped her hand, trying to stop the throbbing. It wasn't like she hadn't felt worse, it still obviously wasn't fun.

"I had you pegged for a lefty, Princess." he rubbed the side of his jaw, surprised that she hit him with so much force. Sophie rolled her eyes at his apparent nickname for her. She guessed that she could let it go this time because she had just punched him in the jaw.

"Sorry to disappoint. You'll learn pretty quickly that you don't want to sneak up on me..."

"Yeah I think I'm learning that the hard way," he rubbed his jaw some more.

"Sorry again..."

"The hell are you doing out here anyway?"

"I...I needed some air..." She looked away from him quickly, remembering her dream. "What about you?"

"Sammy's in the bed now."

"So? He's your brother..."

"Waking up to his face is not exactly my idea of a good morning."

"Because you'd rather wake up next to some 'hot babe'?" she asked and he smirked.

"Well, that's always nice." Sophie rolled her eyes again. "So why is it that you need air?"

Should she tell him? She was unsure if she could really trust him just yet. She let out a small sigh, knowing that he should know. "I had a nightmare...The yellow eyed man—demon—whatever the hell you want to call him...He told me to kill you...That you were in the way of his plans."

"Good," Dean smirked cockily. "Bastard needs something in his path."

"Dean I don't think you..."

"I get it," he cut her off. "That son of a bitch has caused too much shit."

"He killed your father?" Sophie asked, confused by his thoughts.

Dean glared at her, wishing that she wouldn't do that. He didn't want to talk about it.

"I'm sorry, sometimes, I can't help it..." she frowned. "I'm going back inside," she patted his shoulder as she walked by, unsure of why she even did it. She went to turn the door knob but realized that the door was locked and she didn't have a key card. "Just my luck," she whispered.

"Here," Dean slid the key card in door and the light turned green.

"Thanks," she looked over her shoulder at him and gave him a small smile, not meeting his eyes. He nodded and she went back into the room.

XxX

Once the sun rose, it was time to get going once again. They were hitting the road and Sophie honestly wasn't sure why. It didn't really matter to her. She felt like with the Winchesters, they would be safe, she and Rowan wouldn't have to worry anymore. They would be okay because Sam and even more so Dean knew how to take care of themselves and would be greater assets than enemies. For the time being, at least, they could stick together.

"Where are we going?" Rowan asked Sophie quietly. The lighter haired brunette simply shrugged. Both women had dark hair, but Rowan's was a lot darker, almost black. Sophie's hair was more of a medium brown. Though the two girls lived like sisters, they didn't look anything alike. Rowan was a lot more pale with dark brown eyes and she was a lot shorter than Sophie, being only about five foot four inches. Sophie, however, had tanned skin and pale blue eyes. She was five foot eight inches.

"It doesn't matter, Rowan," she decided to offer some form of answer. "Wherever we go, the further we get from Georgia, the better. I don't want us to be found any time soon."

"You're right," she agreed. They both took their bags to Dean's car, since it wasn't open, Sophie sighed because she knew that she would have to go back up to the hotel room to get the keys from Dean.

"Watch our stuff?" Sophie asked Rowan but didn't wait for an answer. She hurried back up the steps to the second floor room. She ran into something solid and incredibly good smelling. It took her a moment to look up and realize that it was Dean. "Oh uh..." she froze. She hadn't realized how green his eyes were because she hadn't been this close to him. She backed up a second later and looked at her feet nervously.

"What's the matter, Princess?" Dean asked, smirking. "It's surprising that somebody can be this sexy, right?" he continued to smirk.

She bit back her nervousness and looked up at him. "I actually wanted to know if I could have your keys to unlock your trunk to put the bags in..." she didn't know why she was nervous at all. She shouldn't have been. Maybe she could write it off as being because of her dream the night before. She didn't want to kill Dean and certainly not because a Goddamn demon told her to. She did things on her own terms.

Dean chuckled a little. "I don't think so. I don't care how damn pretty you are. Nobody touches my car keys. I'll walk down there with you."

Sophie rolled her eyes and followed him down to car. He unlocked the trunk and picked up both of their bags and placed them inside.

"Thanks," Rowan thanked him. He nodded and went back to finish what he was doing, as soon as he was gone, she grinned at her friend. "Even you have to admit, he is hot."

"What's that supposed to mean. Even I have to admit?"

"Oh please, you know exactly what I'm talking about. How many guys have you dated?"

"I don't know...Like...three?" she wasn't even sure if it was that many. She felt too mature to be around most of the people when they were in high school and since then they had moved around too much for her to really create a relationship with anybody, that was why she and Rowan had been so close, they couldn't get to know anyone else. "Why does that even matter? Does that mean that I can't think that a guy is hot?"

"Take when we're watching movies, when do you ever shout out, 'that guy's fucking sexy!'?"

"I'm not you, big mouth. There's plenty of people in movies that I think are hot."

"Sure. That doesn't answer my question. Do you think Dean's hot?"

"For a cocky, overly confident guy, he's attractive..." she trailed off.

"Who's attractive?" Sam asked, making Sophie nearly jump out of her skin.

"Oh my God," she exclaimed, turning around.

"Why the hell didn't you punch Sammy?" Dean asked, looking offended.

"I...I don't know," Sophie admitted. She hadn't had the same reaction to Sam walking up as she had to Dean, apparently.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, looking between the two.

"It's not important, Sammy," Dean told him. "We've got more important things to do. Let's get back on the road."

AN: Thank you guys so much for your reviews! It certainly makes me want to continue this story...As I said before, this is my first Supernatural story and I'm really glad that you all like it so much!