Good Evening ya'll!!! Here is the next chapter, sorry its so late, my girls had their birthday party today! WARNING!!!!!!!!! This chapter is pretty dark, so turn back now if you don't like that sort of thing. There may be some spoilers, but I don't really think so. When Avery talks about her Mother, I put that in italics, cause it seemed to make sense. lol

Disclaimer: As sad as this fact is, I don't own them, not even one little strand of hair, boohoo.

Sam stared at the girl, dumbfounded that she not only recognized his name, but also seemed to revere it.

"Are…are you a fan girl?" Sam asked warily, thinking of the nut that had practically attacked him a few weeks back.

Laughing, she said "God, no. But I have heard about them." She grabbed her backpack, and headed towards the door. "Come on Sam, I'm going to need a few drinks in order to tell you this story." She flung open the door so hard it hit the wall, and stomped out to her car like she was facing a firing squad. Sam would come to know why she acted this way with in a few hours. She flung herself into her car, and blasted music, and waved Sam to get into the car. When Sam slid his large frame into the tiny car, he looked around, and noticed the line of salt in the specially built groove in the door frame. He spotted charms hanging from the mirror, and knew with out being able to see that there were protection symbols hidden under the felt on the roof, and probably some inside the trunk. This girl knows….

Avery sped to the local watering hole, and got out. She walked into the bar, and grimaced at the waitress. The waitress nodded in greeting, while Avery looked around the bar for an open booth. "There is a booth over there, in the corner." She said, pointing. Sam didn't see any open booths, as the place was really crowded. She walked towards a booth that had four girls in it, all about twenty two, and put her hands on the edge of the table, and leaned down to talk to the girls. The music was so loud, that Sam didn't hear her words, just saw the girl's eyes get wide, and they all vacated the seat with haste. Sam looked around, and spotted Dean at the bar hitting on a pretty, busty blond. Figures, he thought. Avery turned to Sam, and then pointed to Dean, "Get your brother." Sam obliged and brought Dean to their table.

Avery was sitting there, looking around the bar, with wide watchful eyes. Sam slid in with Dean following beside him. Avery stared at them, studying them intently, her eyes flickering from one to the other, getting darker and darker with each passing second. The waitress came over with two Smirnoff Grape bottles, and then turned to the men to ask what they wanted to drink. By the time the boys had given their order, Avery was working on her second bottle, having gulped the first one down in two or three quick swallows. The waitress nodded to her, not needing to be told that she wanted more.

Dean was the first to speak. "So, what is going on here? What do you have to tell us?" Avery just put her finger up to stop him, and he shut his mouth after seeing her expression. She gulped down the last of the second bottle just as the waitress brought their orders, Sam a beer, Dean two fingers of Jack, and two more bottles of Smirnoff for Avery. She downed the next one quickly, and then started to nurse the fourth. Sam and Dean looked at each other, silently asking what this girl was doing, why it seemed like she was purposefully trying to get wasted. What ever the reason, it must be bad. They had no idea, just how bad.

Avery started talking, telling her story, her eyes gazing off into space, with the memory. "I had just gotten home from college; I had just graduated with my Bachelors degree, and was planning on continuing with my Masters, I wanted to become a lawyer. I was in my room, looking over colleges, trying to decide if I wanted to continue at Harvard, or go somewhere else." She started to play with the napkin that was under her bottle, slowly tearing it into shreds. "I heard my Mom scream, it was piercing, amazing in its shrillness, at first it was just pain filled, but then, I heard her yelling, 'I don't know where she is'. Somehow, in my gut, I knew she was talking about me, I don't know, maybe because it was my Mom, my best friend, I knew someone was asking about me, and she wasn't telling. I snuck out of my room, quietly, and looked over the banister, downstairs, to see if I could see anything, or anyone. I was shaking so hard, and was covered in sweat, but I truly thought I was going to pass out at what I saw. I saw my father, only…only it wasn't my father anymore; he had glossy black eyes, and this…th…this knife. It was so big, with wicked curves, a really shiny blade, well…what your could see of the blade. It was covered in blood, red/black blood, my mothers blood.

He had my mother pinned down, and had been slicing at her arm, he had a slit from her wrist to her elbow, and it was leaking blood like a broken radiator leaks antifreeze. The blood, God, there was so much blood. It was pooling around my mother's head, arm, and left side. I could see its reflection in the shiny surface. He asked her again, 'Where is your daughter?' And my mom just continued to say she had no idea. His next attack was to carve her left eye out." At this she took the last swigs of her drink, and the waitress was over with another two, almost immediately. Both Sam and Dean ordered two more drinks, knowing that they would need them before the night was out.

"I have never heard someone scream like that, it must have been agony. But she continued to tell him that I had left, and she had no idea where I was. She never told him, no matter what he did to her. He did plenty, by the time he was done; she only had flesh on the soles of her feet, the palms of her hands, and her lips and tongue. I presume he left the last so she could tell him where I was. Only after she drew her last breath did he even think to check the house, God, I wish he would have checked the house first." Tears slipped down her cheeks at that sentiment. "Then maybe, just maybe he would have found me, and then left, leaving my mother alone. I remember him wiping the blood covered knife on my father's favorite jeans, like what he had just done was just another day, just another job. The first place he chose to look was upstairs, right where I was hovered, scared out of my mind. He saw me, almost immediately, but I was too frightened to run, I was paralyzed with fear. He raised his hand and the next thing I knew I was flung up against the opposite wall, knocking the breath out of me." She took the last swig of that bottle, and started on the other one.

"I was about three feet up from the floor; my feet hanging down in mid air, and my arms were pinned to the side. He didn't know that he didn't need to pin me down, I couldn't have moved anyway, I was too scared." At this point, Sam and Dean both thought, that it was strange that she was so scared that she couldn't run, she must have been twenty one, old enough to run in the face of danger. "He smiled at me, it was disgusting, that thing smiling at me with my father's lips, and teeth, and dimple, but the smile was twisted, gleeful, and held the most evil I could have ever imagined. He raised the knife, and I knew he was going to carve me up, just like my mother. I finally was able to get air out of my body, and screamed. I screamed like there was no tomorrow, my voice was raw in seconds, and then it was gone a few second later, so I just hung there, screaming, but no sound coming out. That's when the light came, a deep, intense, all consuming white light. I heard the man scream, and howl, like a hyena. Then the next thing I knew everything was black." She finished off the last bottle, and glanced at the waitress, putting two fingers up, to indicate two more bottles.

"When I woke up, I was in the hospital, a broken arm, sprained ankle, and a few gashes, but alive. My parents, not so much. The hospital staff told me there was a gas leak, and an explosion. But I knew better, but I wouldn't tell them, that some black eyes monster had possessed my father, tortured my father, and then a white light saved me. No, that would never do, so I went along with it. I was thirteen at the time."

Sam and Dean stared at each other, then back at Avery. "But you had just graduated college, how could you be thirteen?" Sam asked, agog.

"I'm a genius." She shrugged her shoulders. "I am freak." Everyone was quiet for a few minutes, the boys thinking, Avery, drinking to drown out her memories.

"But that doesn't explain how you know my name." Sam said, confused how her story had any explanation to her knowing his name.

"Ah, that's the million dollar question, now isn't it. Since I knew something had taken over my father's body, I did what I do best. I read, and I researched. I learned what ever I could about what that creature was. In the process, I learned that all the things that go bump in the night were real, that there were such things as Demons, and Angels. I didn't become a lawyer, I became a scholar. I have a P.H.D. in Theology, Ancient Languages, and a Masters in archeology. I can speak fourteen dead languages, I can read twelve others, and speak English, Italian, Spanish, French, and Arabic, and a few rarer languages you wouldn't even have heard of. I have searched the globe, mostly Egypt and Arabia, and museums around the world in order to study any scrolls that have anything to do with Demons, Angels, the Bible, or the Apocalypse.

Taking another swig of who knows how many Smirnoffs, she said. "I know more about the coming than just about anyone, except maybe you two. I learned your names, in a set of scrolls found in a vase in the middle of the Arabian Desert by a goat herder. I bought them for a few thousand dollars, and decrypted them, they spoke of Dean and Samuel Winchester, two brothers that would bring about the Apocalypse, and then bring about Salvation. I had no idea that the end was now, here, in this lifetime, I mean these scrolls were thousands of years old. But then, I was in a used book store, looking for a rare book and saw the books, by Mr. Edlund, (A/N I can't remember if this is how he spells his name, and I don't have time to do the research, sorry, feel free to correct me!) and they described Sam and Dean, hunters of evil, and I had my suspicions, but when the last book that was published sent Dean to hell for his brother, I knew. The scroll had said, 'The first seal that shall break, will be when a righteous man spills blood in hell, and the last seal shall break with the death of the first demon, by that mans brother.' I knew, I just knew something was wrong, I mean how did he know about what was happening. I still haven't figured that one out, since he won't see me.

"Those scrolls said everything, and I mean everything. It spoke of Dean selling his soul to save his brother, the future Demon King, and the Halfling drinking demon blood to kill the demon that took his brother. They spoke of Michael and Lucifer wanting you as their vessels, and you denying them. It had so much detail, pairing that with the books, it's amazing really."

"Did…did they say how it ends?" Sam asked, softly, scared of the answer.

"No, the bastard that had found them, used two as kindling before I found out about them, but I am sure they describe what I can only assume is the end, but guys, the scrolls, they say you bring Salvation to God's Earth. That can only me you win, right." Her eyes glowed at this, as she leaned across the table, taking their hands in hers. Suddenly she grinned crookedly, much to Sam's liking. "I have to pee." The last few words were slurred, almost incomprehensibly. The alcohol must have finally sunk in, Sam thought. She stood up, and stumbled over her feet, and slowly slid to the floor in a heap. Dean jumped up out of the seat, but Sam reached her faster, and put his arm under her head.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked, tilting her so he could see her face. She opened her eyes, and once again, Sam was startled by their color, such a deep grey.

She reached up and sloppily put her hand on his face, and looked into his eyes, "You know, those scrolls never said that you would have the face of a god. It almost hurts to look at it." She slurred, and then promptly passed out. The men looked to each other, Sam blushing, Dean smirking.

"Sammy, I think she likes you." Dean taunted. Helping Sam stand her up, and take her to their car. Sam looked at the girl in the back seat, slumped against the window, and smiled. He liked the idea of her liking him, but he sure wouldn't admit that to Dean, not yet anyway. Please review, it makes me so happy to get presents in my mailbox!