A/N: Before I begin, I'd just like to dedicate this chapter to my dear, dear friend superhippoturkey. She's one of my bestest friends and helps me out often when I'm stuck writing. Thanks Erica!!


"Why can't you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up?" Ava pleaded.

"No, I can't."

Ava's vision flashed quickly in her mind's eye. "Oh, God. Why not?"

"Because there's something going on here, Ava—with you, with me. There are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something. And I've gotta figure out what." Sam thought his words would encourage Ava, but they had the opposite affect.

"Okay, you know what? Screw you buddy. 'Cause I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything, okay? Do you see this?" She held up her left hand, showing her engagement ring. "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass. But if you just wanna stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on planet Earth."

Ava turned, about to leave after concluding her little rant. Sam seized this opportunity to speak up. "Don't you wanna know why this is happening? I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? 'Cause if you walk out that door right now…you might never know the truth."

It was enough to stop Ava. She turned to face Sam after he pleaded, "I need your help." That was all that was needed for Ava to provide her assistance.


A/N: Okay, quick note. If you're reading this I'm assuming that you've seen Supernatural. So I'm going to do something I have NEVER done for a fanfiction before: I'm skipping. We all know what happens next: Ava goes to see Dr. Waxler as Sam steals some files. Then they listen to the tape in the file, a recording of the conversation from the beginning of the episode. And then you see Dean pull up. That's were I'm starting, otherwise this will take FOREVER to write!! Happy reading!


Dean cut the engine, parking the Impala in a motel parking lot. Without a word, he and Kara unbuckled their seat belts and opened their doors.

"Well, thank God you're okay," Dean said, seeing Sam through one of the windows. Kara sighed in relief. Suddenly, Sam moved, revealing a beautiful young woman. Dean chuckled at this. "Oh, you're better than okay. Sam, you sly dog."

Kara scoffed and shook her head. She was about to say something, a comment Dean probably wouldn't have found too amusing, when her cell phone rang. Kara pulled it out of her back pocket and accepted the call. "Hey, Jesse. What's up?"

Without so much as a look at Dean, Kara turned and started to walk away, so that she was out of hearing range. Kara had always felt uncomfortable being on the phone when there were people listening.

"Not much. Everything's about as exciting as usual."

"Ah, so you were dying of boredom and thought of me?"

"Yeah, basically. So what's new? Anything exciting going on there…wherever 'there' is?"

Kara's first thought was of the night before. She shook her head so that the memory would dissipate and replied. "Not really."

"Why do I find that hard to believe?" Jesse chuckled.

Kara shrugged. "I don't know, Jesse. Why?"

"Kara, you've got probably the most fascinating job in the entire world!"

Kara sighed. She and Jesse were having this conversation far too often. "Jesse, what I do, it's not fascinating. It's not fun. It's dangerous. And difficult. Lonely."

Jesse seemed to be going along with what Kara was saying and being serious about the whole ordeal. Until she added that last point. He chuckled. "Lonely? Come on, Kara, you spend every day with two guys, and you can always call me! I wouldn't exactly call it a social scene, but it definitely beats what you had before, right?"

Kara knew that Jesse had a valid point. She actually had people she could talk to, open up to, if she ever wanted to. It was nice to have that option.

Jesse interrupted her thoughts, laughing. "Unless of course you meant 'lonely' in a different kind of way."

"What?" Kara asked. A second later, she understood his meaning and groaned. "Jesse, I don't think that's—"

"Yes, Kara, it is my business. Best friend, remember?"

"Yes, Jesse, I remember," Kara replied sullenly. "It's just not something I want to talk about."

"What, are you embarrassed or something?"

Kara scoffed and shook her head. How did he always know what was going on with her. Kara faintly wondered if Jesse, too, had some sort of psychic power.

"Okay, so it's either you haven't slept with anyone for a while, or you have recently, but you're too ashamed or something."

Kara felt her cheeks warm. Damn. Jesse was right. Kara was ashamed of sleeping with Dean, of allowing herself to be that weak.

"Come on, Kara, which is it? You know I'm going to be annoying until you tell me."

And Kara knew he was telling the truth. Jesse was about as stubborn as she was, and he wasn't about to drop the subject. She sighed and quickly weighed her options. She could either, a) tell him the truth and deal with the awkwardness of Jesse knowing, or, b) lie and deal with the awkwardness of Jesse believing she hadn't had sex since they were together.

Kara wanted nothing more than to hang up the phone. Avoidance was a key trait all hunters practiced faithfully, why should she stop now?


"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?"

"He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. And people like me—we're gonna be the soldiers. Everything's about to change."

Sam stopped the tape, stunned. Ava looked up at him, her horror apparent. "He's not talking about us, right?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I think he is."

"Well…but…how can we turn into that?"

"I don't—" Sam started to reply but was cut off by the glass window shattering. He threw Ava to the ground and crouched down so as to avoid any other bullets. "Stay down!"

"Oh my God! Sam!"


Dean was quick as lighting, and furious. Someone was shooting at his little brother, and it didn't take him long to see who. On the roof of the next building, Gordon Walker was aiming his sniper rifle, ready to take another shot.

"Gordon!" Dean yelled angrily, catching the other hunter off guard. He kicked him and started throwing punches. "You do that to my brother, I'll kill you!"

"Dean, wait!" But Dean wasn't in a merciful mood and continued to wail on him. However, Gordon managed to grab his sniper rifle and knocked Dean out cold.

He stood up, wiping blood from his mouth, gun in hand. He heard footsteps and caught a flash of red hair running across the parking lot. He thought briefly of aiming the rifle at his new assailant, but thought better of it. What if he missed? He'd just be digging his own grave, since this was probably a friend of the Winchesters. He looked over at Dean's limp body and a plan formulated in his mind.

Killing Sam was going to be easy.


Kara had barely even heard the shot. If it wasn't for her trained ears and the sound of glass shattering, she probably wouldn't have even noticed someone shooting at Sam and the girl he had with him.

"Jesse, I got to go. Something's come up," she said quickly, snapping her cell phone shut. She started to sprint towards Sam's motel room, but soon realized that the shooting had stopped. And Dean was missing.

She looked up, and saw the perfect spot for a sniper to aim straight into the window. Without another thought, she began running at full speed and climbing up the fire escape ladders.

It only took Kara about a minute to reach the top of the building, but it was apparently too long. There was no one there.

"Shit," Kara swore, running a hand threw her hair, she glanced down and saw a car speed away. Whether it was the shooter or not, Kara practically flew down the ladder, even jumping off the last of the three stories. Even though she knew Dean would probably kill her later, Kara hotwired the Impala and sped off in the direction that the car left.


Sam and Ava reached the top of the building, looking around for any signs of the shooter. However, there wasn't anybody there.

"Wait, I don't understand," Ava said, helping Sam looked, although she didn't know exactly what to look for. She was still in shock at having been shot at through the motel window. "Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?"

Sam shook his head. "Trust me, they wouldn't do us much good."

Ava took his word for it. Sam bent down and picked up a bullet. He observed it closer, then said, "These are .223 caliber, subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle."

Ava turned and looked at Sam in horror. "Dude! Who are you?"

Sam realized his mistake. "Oh, I just…I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker."

"Who are you calling?" Ava asked when Sam took out his cell phone.

"My brother. I think we definitely need help."


Dean wasn't unconscious for long, maybe five minutes. But Gordon was ready for it and hit him again. Dean was out for much longer this time, and when he awoke, found himself tied to a chair in an old abandoned building. He struggled briefly to free himself, but soon found it to be of no use.

"Ah, there you are, Dean. I was beginning to wonder if maybe I hit you a little too hard."

Dean looked over to his left at Gordon, holding the rifle. He was about to say something rude and condescending, but his cell phone rang, interrupting him.

"Oh, looks like you've got a call. Let's see who it is." Gordon stood and dug into Dean's shirt pocket to pull it out. Dean, powerless to stop him, just glared. Smirking, Gordon flipped open the phone and raised his eyes in surprise when he saw who was calling.

"Not Kara Laketon?" he asked Dean.

"Who?" Dean asked in return, as if he had never heard the name in his life.

"Don't pull that bull with me, Dean. I'm not stupid." Gordon wasn't in the mood for Dean's cynicism. He hit the ignore button.

"You know, I though I saw a red head at the motel," he said, more to himself. He turned to Dean. "If I'd known she was huntin' with you boys, I might have stuck around a bit."

Dean gave up feigning ignorance. "You know Kara?"

"Oh, yeah, we go way back." Gordon's tone turned sour. "Damn bitch is about as fun to be around as you are."

Dean chuckled. "I take it she kicked your ass, too?"

Gordon glared angrily at Dean, but he was interrupted by the phone ringing again. Kara was calling back. "Boy, she is persistent, isn't she?"

"Oh yeah. Energetic, too," Dean added, going out on a limb. There's no way a male hunter would team up with Kara, even for one hunt, without trying to get into her pants. He was just hoping that the same thing had been on Gordon's mind as well. "Just keeps going and going…"

Gordon raised his eyebrows. "You know that from experience?" he asked.

Dean shrugged the best he could tied to a chair. "What can I say, I must be her type."

Now Dean was just goading him. And Gordon was taking the bait. "Or she just has really low standards.

"If that's true, how come you couldn't get any?"

Gordon stood, glaring at Dean. He was about to hit him when the phone rang once more. "I swear to God, if that's her…"

Gordon picked up the phone and looked at the screen. A mischievous grin crept across his face. "Look at that. Sammy's calling."

He held the phone up the Dean's air while simultaneously shoving the rifle against Dean's abdomen. "Why don't you say hello?"

Dean had no choice but to comply. "Hello?"

"Dean."

With a gun pressed against him, Dean had to play it casual. "Sam, I've been looking for you."

"Yeah. Look, I'm in Indiana—Lafayette."

"I know."

"You do?

"Yeah, I talked to Ellen. Just got here myself. It's a real funky town." Dean hoped he wasn't putting too much emphasis on the code phrase for Gordon to pick up on it, but enough for Sam to get the message. "You ditched me, Sammy."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. Look, right now, there's someone after me."

Dean glared daggers at Gordon, jaw clenched. "What? Who?"

"I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you?"

Dean gave Sam the address as Gordon mouthed it. "I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street. Why don't you meet me here?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam agreed, hanging up.

"Now, was that so hard?" Gordon said, snapping the cell phone shut.

"Bite me."


A/N: Okay, so I'll try to have more up as soon as possible. But I just got a job at a Steak N Shake nearby and I also have finals next week so I need to study. But I'll try!!

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