Disclaimer: Only own Allie. Yes, the scenes in Cold Oak were taken, verbatim, from the episode because I wanted it to be like that. So those scenes, technically, I didn't write. Just transcribed.

Chapter 2

Hours had passed, and Allie was running through the woods, her rifle at the ready. She'd been alerted by the scream she'd heard in the distance, and knew it was time to proceed. Andrew Gallagher was dead, and by her count, she had ten minutes at best before the fight was to take place.

As she cleared the woods, Allie took the place she was appointed to, crouching behind a bush and readying the gun. Sure enough, minutes later, she saw Sam Winchester exiting the abandoned building with another man, one she knew only as Jake. She could barely hear their conversation.

"…think we can make it out of here now," Sam was saying.

" But the Acheri demon…"

" No, no, Ava was summoning it, controlling it," Sam said. "It shouldn't come back now that she's dead. We've gotta go."

" Not 'we', Sam," Jake said. " Only one of us is getting out of here. I'm sorry."

" What?" Sam asked, surprised.

" I had a vision," Jake said. " That Yellow-Eyed Demon or whatever it was, he talked to me. He told me how it was."

" No, Jake, listen," Sam said, seeing that he was in trouble. " You can't listen to him."

"Sam, he's not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don't play along, he'll kill us both. Now, I like you, man. I do. But do the math here. What good's it do for both of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill the bastard."

" You come with me, we can kill him together."

" How do I know you won't turn on me?" Jake asked.

" I won't," Sam said.

" I don't know that," Jake said.

" Okay, look," Sam said. He took out his knife, holding it in Jake's view, and placed it on the ground. From her hiding spot, Allie waited, aiming the sniper rifle. Her hand lingered on the trigger, ready. She watched as Jake put his weapon on the ground as well after a pause, earning a relieved expression from Sam.

Suddenly, as though a switch had flipped, Jake punched Sam, sending him flying through the fence and into the field. As Sam lay, trying to catch his breath, Jake advanced on him, kicking down what remained of the fence and leaning over Sam. The latter got to his feet, fighting back and delivering a punch to Jake's face. After trading punches back and forth, literally in a duel to the death, Sam grabbed the iron bar that Jake had been using, and hit him with it, knocking him out. Even from where she was waiting, Allie could see the consideration wash over Sam's face as he contemplated killing Jake with the iron rod. At the last second, he decided not to, and let the rod drop to the ground. He walked away from the unconscious Jake, holding his arm in pain.

" Sam!" a distant voice called. Sam looked to see Dean and Bobby down the road, approaching.

" Dean!" Sam called.

" Sam, look out!" Dean suddenly said. Behind him, Jake had woken up, and grabbed the knife Sam had dropped. As he ran towards Sam to stab him, the sound of a gunshot rang through the air, and Sam turned abruptly to see Jake pitch forward, a gunshot wound to the heart. He hit the ground, face-first, at Sam's feet. Dean and Bobby ran towards him. " Sammy, are you okay?"

" I'm alright," Sam said, staring at Jake's body. " Did you…"

" No," Dean said. He looked around. Allie took a deep breath before coming out from her hiding place and jogging over.

" Everyone okay?" she asked.

" Who are you?" Dean asked.

" I…" Allie trailed off, looking at the body in front of her and the three men staring at her in confusion. " I'm a friend."

" You…" Sam said, noticing the rifle. " You killed him?"

" I'll explain everything, I promise," Allie said. " But we can't stay here."

The door to Bobby's house opened as the four walked inside, Allie bringing up the rear. She looked around, and had to admit, it was a little surprising. The only time she'd ever seen Bobby Singer's house in person, it was an abandoned, decaying reminder of what used to be, its inhabitants long gone. Of course, putting an image to the place she'd read about in the Winchester Gospel was pretty cool.

" Alright," Dean said, breaking her from her thoughts. " First up."

He tossed her a small bottle of water, which she easily caught.

" Drink that," he said.

" Holy water, I take it?" Allie said.

" Can't be too careful," Bobby said. Allie unscrewed the cap and took a drink from the bottle. She looked at them, her expression expectant.

" I come in peace, guys, really," she said.

" Are you one of the psychics?" Sam asked.

" No," Allie said.

" So you just happen to end up in some freaky ghost town right in the middle of Psychic Smackdown?" Dean asked. Allie looked at him for a moment.

" I was sent there," she said.

" By who?" Dean asked. " For what?"

" To save Sam," Allie answered. " Sam Winchester was supposed to die tonight."

" What?" Sam asked. " How…I thought you said you weren't a psychic."

" I'm not," Allie said. " I can't see the future."

She paused, hesitant to reveal what had brought her there.

" I'm from the future," she conceded reluctantly.

A/N: I apologize if they're OOC. I'm no good with characters that aren't mine.