(So I haven't named this chapter yet, when I think of a name I'll fix it, anyway onwards with the story!)

Wendy took deep breath and put her hands in Pamela's.

"Now Wendy, just clear your mind, call up the ball that we put the light in. Open up your mind, I'm just going to look into your memories and see when the light first appeared."

Wendy did as Pamela asked and could feel her moving through her mind. It felt invasive and a bit disturbing. She could see her memories almost like she was re-living them, it was like someone had pressed rewind on her mind. Pamela sped through them trying to find the point where the light first appeared. She sped back 3 years ago and then suddenly stopped. "Too far" murmured Pamela before moving forward in time again. She got to 2 years ago, just before Wendy had been kidnapped. She started speeding through her memories almost like pressing fast forward. She got to the middle of Wendy's abduction and suddenly stopped, running through the memory at normal speed.

=+Wendy was handcuffed to the shower curtain rail with her hands over her head. She was facing the tiles of the bathroom wall and her whole body was bleeding. Numbers 1-30 were carved on her back and she could feel a knife running through yet another number, causing blood to drip down her back and add to the pool on the floor.

"5 more days sugar, 5 days will mark our one month anniversary. You know what happens then?" asked the deep gravelly voice in her ear. Wendy couldn't answer, she was gagged. Her eyes were closed squeezing back the tears. "Answer me!" yelled the angry voice in her ear as her abductor stood behind her, the knife pressing into her back. Wendy kept her eyes closed wishing she was somewhere else. She knew that no matter what she did, the burning was coming next. He ran through the same routine ever day. Scratching out one of the numbers he had carved into her back on that first day, followed by taunting her to answer him, knowing that she couldn't. Then the torture began. . . .+=

"Can we speed this up?" asked Wendy through gritted teeth. Pamela was just watching the memory, but Wendy felt like she was relieving the whole thing again.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry, I just . . . I'll move forward again."

"Thanks." said Wendy, her teeth still gritted.

=+Wendy was still hanging from the rail, her abductor was running a knife over her back, marking out the number 30 from her back. "It's the last day sugar, it's been fun, but now I have to move on, you understand don't you." came the voice in her ear. Wendy felt the fear overwhelming her, she'd been terrified, but today was the day he killed her like he'd done with the other 5 girls. She felt the fear ripple through her. He turned her to face him, the pain of the handcuffs digging into her wrists making them bleed didn't even register as she fought back the wave of panic, his steely grey eyes were boring into her soul. Those eyes would haunt her forever.

He picked up the blowtorch on the counter next to the sink and ran it over the knife in his other hand. When the blade was red hot and glowing, he pressed the flat side against her neck causing tears to run down her face as her screams were muffled by the gag in her mouth, the burning was unbearable. He reared the knife back and was about to ram it under her chin when the ground started to shake.. . .+=

"Right there! That's when your power appeared. But I still can't see where it came from, something is blocking me." said Pamela as she let go of Wendy's hands. "I can't see past the power appearing, something very strong is preventing me."

Suddenly Pamela was hugging Wendy. "I am so sorry." Wendy realised that she was shaking, she tried to stop but she felt like she was back in that bathroom terrified that she was going to die all over again. She wasn't about to cry in a roomful of strangers, no one was allowed to see her cry, she always believed that crying was showing weakness.

"What did you see?" asked Cas.

"Her power appeared on her 21st birthday at exactly midnight, but I wasn't able to see where it came from." said Pamela tilting her face towards Cas but not letting go of Wendy.

"Then you need to go back in and look again, it is imperative that we find out where it comes from so we know whether we should protect her or not." said Cas.

"No, there's no way I'm going to make her re-live that again." said Pamela looking at Cas before turning to Wendy. "If you'd told me, I wouldn't have done it, I would have told him to stick his request up his feathery ass." said Pamela. 'It's ok, there's no way we would have known it happened then, wait, does that mean the quake? I caused it?." asked Wendy as she gradually stopped shaking.

"What happened?" asked Dean, his curiousity piqued, he had been watching the scene unfurl before him and wanted to know what Pamela had seen. Pamela opened her mouth to reply but pressed a hand over her lips and got up and practically ran to the bathroom to throw up.

"What's that about?" Dean asked turning to Wendy again in time to see Cas bending down towards her, his fingers outstretched.

"Whoa, Cas, what are you doing?" asked Dean as Sam walked over to the bathroom and knocked on the door whilst he asked Pamela if she was ok. Wendy turned to see the approaching fingers. She sensed that something bad would happen if those fingers touched her and scrambled backwards away from them, backing up into Dean's legs, she looked up to see what she had backed up into.

"If the psychic is being blocked and it's most likely not by our side, something bad is doing this and we have to get rid of her before her power gets stronger." Said Cas as he walked over to Wendy who wanted to stand up and run but her legs were not cooperating at the moment. She stared at the fingers that were approaching her again and she started to shake involuntarily. She tried to stop and she hated herself for the fear she was showing, but she couldn't help it.

Dean looked down at the girl at his feet, she was pressed back into his legs and he could feel her shaking. He felt his protective instincts stir. She didn't look like a big bad force of evil, she looked like a scared girl who needed to be protected from the angel who was staring at her with obvious intent to end her life. Dean took a step forward and stood in front of Wendy.

"Cas, no, she doesn't look evil."

"Evil rarely looks evil Dean, we are at war here, she has to die, if the enemy gets ahold of her they'll surely win."

"Then we'll make sure they don't get her." said Dean as he leaned down and helped Wendy to her feet.

"Dean . . . "

"No Cas, we're not about to kill an innocent girl."

"I hope you know what you're doing Dean, if I was able to find her, the demons will too and even if she doesn't intend to help them, they will find a way to make her."

"Then she'll stay with us until we figure this thing out." said Dean before turning to Wendy and asking "Is that ok with you?"

"Do I really have a say in the matter?" asked Wendy

"Not really, but I had to ask." said Dean winking at her.

_fade out_