I looked at my reflection in the golden mirror, a glazed look on my face. My curly hair cascading down my white sun-dress; 'I'm beautiful' I thought to myself.

I looked over at him, standing there by the fire place, looking angelic though it was all an illusion, I knew he was far from what he pretended to be.

"This is how its suppose to be" He said smiling, A tear fell from my eyes "Please..." I whispered

He walked over to me, his eye's never leaving mine "This is where you belong little star, This is your home"

This is my home, this is where I belong. I repeated to myself before taking his hand.

The door slamming woke me up, alerting me to the boys. Well, I hoped it was the boys anyways. I sat up in bed, my hand on a dagger ready to throw and bolt if necessary.

The light came on; Dean walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. Sam stood there looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"What's wrong?" my heart started to beat faster, had something happen? Was Dean Okay? Is Sam okay?

He shook his head not wanting to answer. I got out of bed, walked over to him. "Sam?" my voice was pleading. He looked down at me, moisture in his eyes.

"What happened?" Please tell me, I silently asked. He cleared his throat. "My mom, She was in that house"

Oh god, No wonder they are booth acting so upset.

I put my arms around Sam's waist and my head on his chest. His arms came around me, holding me closer.

I didn't say anything to him, I didn't tell him that it would be alright, that everything happens for a reason. I had no wise words of wisdom. So I just held him as he held me hoping to bring some sort of comfort to him.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but he finally broke away, with a small smile on his face.

He walked towards the table that was in the room and sat down, opening up his laptop.

"Did you get any studying done while we were gone?"

"Not much, I sort of ended up falling asleep"

I shrived thinking about the dream I had been having. I couldn't get it out of my head. The dream it's self felt right, yet it frightened me. The man who had been in it? I felt as if I had known him, yet I couldn't think how.

"Bad dream?" Sam looked concerned, he always looked concerned.

I was wondering if I should tell him, maybe he could help me figure out what my dream had meant. No, I couldn't ask him. He had enough on his plate with his own dreams and seeing his mother ghost today. Well, I really didn't want to add on to that.

"I don't know maybe, I don't really remember it" That was a big fat lie.

"Well if you need to talk Alex I'm here"

"I kn-"

Dean walked out of the bathroom interrupting us. Which I was grateful for, I hated lying to Sam.

"I say we head out tomorrow. We'll look for cases on the road" Obviously Dean hated being back here, not that I could blame him. Even more so, after everything that happened today. I'm surprised he didn't want to leave tonight. I know I would.

"Dean, I was thinking. Maybe we can go back to Missouri's house in the morning. Let her and Alex talk."

Missouri? Wasn't that the Psychic Sam had said they met to help with this case, the same one who had helped their father.

I looked at Dean's face and could tell he just wanted to leave and never look back.

"You know what Sam, its fine. I don't need to see her" It would be pretty awesome, but I still didn't need to.

"No he's right. Maybe, she could sense something. Well head over in the morning."

Dean, what a wonderful guy he was. I mean even while he was hurting, He couldn't stop taking care of others. It seemed like it was in his nature to do everything for us, yet nothing for himself.

I took a deep breath, and hoped to god this leap of courage was worth it. I stood up and walked over to him, and gave him a big bear hug, which was easier since he wasn't as tall as Sam.

"Thank you" I could feel him stiffen slightly, obviously closeness wasn't something he did. I rolled my eyes and kept on hugging him. He relaxed, a bit.

"Hey no chick flick moments" I let him go.

"I'm a chick, So I do 'chick flick' moment's pretty frequently, get use to it buddy" A small smile crept on his face.

"Sammy I think you have competition for being the girl of the group"

-----

It was around ten by the time we got to Missouri's house. I was nervous about what was going to happen. I mean, It's not every day you meet a psychic.

Dean knocked on the door, loud knocks I might add.

Missouri opened the door and shot Dean a look; she smiled at Sam than her gaze turned to me. "Alexandra, I was hoping the boys would bring you by. Come on in sugar"

"Come on don't be shy." She led us into her living room. Dean, Sam and, I sat down on the sofa while she sat on the chair across from us.

"How are you doing today? I'm sorry to hear about your parent's" I gave her a weak smile. "I'm doing okay, better than expected. The boys are really helping me out"

She nodded, gazing at me.

"Would you rather the boy's left sugar"

"We aren't-"

"Boy you finish that sentence telling me what you won't do and I'll get that wooden spoon" She shot at Dean.

I had to hold back laughter. I never saw anyone talk to Dean like that.

"I just mean, I don't think we should leave her here alone" He said politely, but you could tell he was holding his tongue.

"You and Sam go on into the kitchen get something to eat. We'll be done shortly"

The boys got up and walked out of the room, Missouri knew the secret to getting what she wanted from Dean; food.

"Dean Winchester you get your ears off this room. Don't make me come in there" I smiled at Missouri, she winked at me.

"All men need is a strong female to tell them what to do. Without us, they would be lost"

"I don't think Dean takes to well to strong females"

"Sugar, Dean like all females. But only a strong one will ever get close to his heart... Now let see, why are you here?"

"I don't know. I guess I... I just wanted to know what's happening to me."

Why, are Demons after me, Why am I having crazy dreams, and most importantly could I have prevented my parents death. Is it my fault their dead?

"Now tell me some more about these dreams?"

I wasn't shocked she had asked me about the dreams, okay I was a little bit. But I was expecting it, she is after all a psychic. It's what they do right?

"I've been having these dreams, but they feel more like memories, and they're scary but at the same time there... comforting."

She nodded her head, and sat quietly for a moment.

"I want you to get some books on psychic protection as soon as possible. I'll give you some to take with you, but I want you to get more you understand?"

"Yes ma'am"

I sat there for a moment a bit upset. I knew she was trying to help me, but, was that all she was going to do or say?

"You want more?" She smiled at me.

"I just... I don't understand why these demons are after me? Why...Why they killed my parent's" I could feel the tears gathering in my eyes.

I had told myself I wouldn't cry over their deaths. Not until I took care of who killed them. The only emotion I would feel right now concerning them would be anger. Anything else would hurt too much.

"Why sugar, you're something special all together, The energy that is coming off of you. It's something different; something big"

Was she trying to tell me I'm a psychic? That's impossible I don't have a psychic bone in my body. The night at the library, or the day Ashley came to the house, All that was just paranoia and coincidence.

Sure I had a few moments of; I know who's going to call before they do. Or the right answers to a test I had forgot to study for, but all that was normal.

"There aren't any coincidences, everything in life happens for a reason. Just as you can't change what's already been written." Was she trying to tell me that I had a psychic premonition?

"I'm not special trust me" I said more to myself than her.

If I was special, why did everyone leave me? Why did my biological parent's throw me away? Why did my adoptive parent's family want nothing to do with them after they got me?

I was anything but special. I was a curse. Everyone in my life always ended up pushing me away, and leaving me alone.

"Sugar, your parent's cared for you. I know it's hard to believe, but truly you have to see that if they didn't want you, you wouldn't be here today,. And I can't tell you why your adoptive parents family acted the way they did. Only those things happen, unfair things. Things that make us hurt, but you can't keep all that locked it. It's dangerous to hold that much anger."

Anger is something I've come to know well I mean, how could I not have anger after everything? My parents were murdered by a demon. Anger is normal, being scared is normal. Dealing with it is normal, but not feeling anything. That's not normal.

"This energy you said you feel. Is it... Is it bad?" I took a deep breath waiting for her answer. She got up from her chair and sat next to me on the sofa and took my hand.

"Child, it's never the energy that's bad. It's the person, the choices you make."

"How can it be good if, if this energy you feel is why my parents are dead" Tears ran down my face, Tears I wanted nothing to do with.

"Evil things happen to good people. There isn't any stopping it, but that doesn't mean you give in to it. Your parents died because of someone else, someone evil doing. You couldn't have stopped it. No one could have"

"You guys done yet" Dean said as he walked into the room, Missouri shot him a look. The expression, if looks could kill crossed my mind.

"Yeah, we're done" I knew Dean was in a hurry to get out of this place- this town. Every second longer here hurt him in ways I couldn't imagine.

He was doing something that hurt him, to help me. How could I not be thankful for him and Sam being in my life?

"Sugar, your heart is good. All you have to do is listen to what you just thought to see that" She smiled at me; I glanced at Dean and blushed.

"Thank you Missouri"

"Anytime, now you go on and get out of here. Remember to get those books. And call me anytime you need" She said as she handed me two books. One was huge while the other was pretty small. I smiled, "Thank you" I gave her a hug and walked out into the foyer.

"Dean, Sam. You take care of this girl you hear?"

"We will" Sam said, Dean just grumbled about something causing Missouri to shoot him another look.

We left her house soon after that.

"Dean, I don't think she likes you much" I laughed as we got into the Impala. "What's not to like?" He asked hurt. Sam grinned.

"So what books did she give you?"

I thought about lying to them, but I knew they needed to know. Not that I really know much but... I had to trust them.

"Just books on psychic protection and dreams." I said quietly. Even though I had to trust them, doesn't mean I have to like it.

"So what; you and Sammy are both psychic weirdo's or something?" Dean looked a bit taken back.

"Dean" Sam voice was hard.

"What I'm just saying. It' can't be a coincidence if you're having some sort of psychic power spark and so is Alex" I thought back to what Missouri had said to me early.

'Nothing is a coincidence'

Was Dean right, did my begin here have something to do with Sam? We're we connected somehow.

"Well it seems like I'm the only normal one around here now." Dean said jokingly, looking at me from the review mirror. I could tell he was trying to apologize; I gave a small smile and rolled my eyes.

But truthfully, it wasn't funny. I was worried, and I had an idea so were the boys.

----

"Why are we here?" Dean asked the next day, as we pulled into a parking lot of a new age shop.

"I told you Dean. Missouri said I should get some books, so I'm getting some books"

"You couldn't have gotten them at, say, a normal place"

"Dean. I'll be twenty minutes tops Go across the street and get some food" I pointed to a pizza parlor that sat right across the street.

"No. You're not going in there alone"

"Dean..."

"No. Let's go"

He got out of the car and walked towards the shop.

"He means well Alex. He's just over protective"

"I know, I know."

"Dude this candle is shaped like a penis" Dean said as we walked into the store.

I don't know why it was annoying me so much having Dean here with me. Maybe it was the way he treated this place or even the subject of anything 'new age'. How could I shop if I had to worry about Dean telling me what I can and can't get. Or making nasty comments about things he has no idea about.

"I'll be over there Sam"

"What?" Dean sounded confused as Sam shot him a look, I just walked away.

As I was searching the books, a lady in a long colorful dress came up to me. Hippie, crossed my mind. "Can I help you?"

"I'm just looking, thanks" I smiled at her and turned my attention back to the books.

"You know if you're a beginner of the craft I have the perfect book for you" She glanced at the section I was at and handed me a big fat leather book.

"It's something to start you off with" She said as she handed it to me.

'Principles of magic' was the title.

"Thanks but, I'm more looking for books on protection" She nodded her head "It's all in there. Herbs, Candles, stones. Anything you can imagine is in that book. Including how to protect yourself and others"

She cocked her head to the side and looked at me. "I haven't seen you in here before, but I get the feeling you aren't as new as I first thought, yes... Who is your coven?"

I was puzzled, Coven?

"I'm sorry but I don't practice magic. And I'm just in town for the night"

She shook her head, "I'm having a gathering tonight, I'd like it if you showed up" I felt a strong urge to agree with this women. Which is crazy, I know. I don't know the first thing about magic; I should be running as far as possible. But I stayed there. But, I knew I couldn't go, even if I wanted to. It wasn't safe.

"I would-"

"She can't" Dean's voice came up from behind me. I looked back at him and frowned.

"We're leaving tonight"

"You said we we're staying till morning?"

"We'll I changed my mind. Let's go. I'm ready to eat."

"Dean I'm not done"

"Well to bad. I said it's time to go."

I looked down at the book in my hands. "I guess I'll just take this then" I said, Pulling out my wallet.

"It's on the house" She said to me.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure"

"Thank you"

I turned and glared at Dean.

"Thanks Dad." I said as we walked out of the shop. "Look I'm only trying to protect you Alex. So knock off the attitude"

"Attitude? Dean I'm a big girl. I think I can make choices by myself."

"Yeah, Well I don't."

"Dean if you would have waited a moment back there, you would have seen I was going to tell her no."

"I'm sure you were Alex, Sure you were"

Why was he acting this way? I put my head on the window, hoping this power trip of his wouldn't last long. I knew he was still upset from the previous night at his old house. But why would he be taking that out on me?

----

"What are you wearing?" Dean asked as I walked out of the bathroom. I looked down at myself unsure.

I had on shorts and a white thank top, that showed barely an inch of midriff.

"What?" I asked confused.

"Your half naked Alex" I laughed, is he serious?

"Dean it's like 80 degrees out. I don't want to wear jeans"

"Fine, let's go then"

I followed them out of the motel hoping Dean would stop acting so stupid.

It wasn't long before we got to the bar of the night. I couldn't help but smile at Dean; did he pick our motels to be close to these places? Or did it just happen that way.

We sat down at a table close to the bar, like always. I couldn't help but notice that this place was a bit nicer compared to the ones we had be stopping at. The music was more modern and didn't play rock 24/7.

"God this music sucks. I need a Beer. Sam, Alex you want anything?" We both shook our head yes, both wanting our usual; A beer for Sam, and a Coke or Pepsi for me.

"He'll come back" Sam said amused, I blushed. I must have been watching him walk away.

"It's not that. I'm just trying to figure out what I did to piss him off so much"

Sam sighed "Try not to let it get to you Alex. After everything that happened at our house I think it fully hit him at what we're exposing you too."

"But that's bull Sam. Without you guys, I'd be dead already. You guys are keeping me sheltered. Pretty well sheltered too, But, I just hate him treating me like a child. I'm not a child"

"Trust me we've noticed" Sam muttered, I wasn't sure if it was too me or himself. I was about to ask him when Dean showed back up, drinks in hand.

I looked at them drinking their beers talking about a 'maybe case' that is only in the town over. Dean over heard some girls at the bar talking about the scary house that people kept disappearing in.

"Is that any good?" I asked eying their beer with a raised eye brow. I had never tried drinking before, not that I didn't get that chance. I just never saw the point in doing something that would mess with my judgment. I like being in control.

"Here try it, If you like it I'll get you one" Dean handed me his beer and I took a sip, almost spitting it back out. God that was disgusting.

"I'll be sticking to soda, Thanks" I said at a laughing Dean and Sam.

I was happy Dean was laughing again, maybe I got my wish and this problem of his was over.

I glanced up and noticed a guy staring at me. Not glancing or taking quick peeks but never taking his eyes off me, sort of staring. He was big, pretty buffed up. He had longish dirty blond hair. I couldn't make out his eyes but I'm guessing a greenish-blue color.

He was hot, and he looked bad. He was wearing only a wife beater and dark blue jeans that fit really good.

Okay I had to stop staring and turned my attention back to the boys who obviously caught me. They we're both staring at me and taking quick glancing at the guy.

"So this case" I started to say but Dean held out his hand for me to stop. "We have company" He sure didn't sound happy about that.

I frowned confused, What was he talking about. I was about to ask until I felt someone walk up behind me.

"I'm Logan" mysterious hot guy has a name, I thought as I smiled "I'm Alex"

"Short for Alexandra?"

"You're good"

"I try to be"

I smiled, and took a quick glance at the boys. Oh yeah, Sam and Dean weren't pleased not at all.

"These are my Friends. Dean and Sam" they both nodded at him, not saying a word.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Logan asked.

"She's underage" Dean and Sam said at the same time, I frowned. Didn't Dean just offer to buy me one.

"Well if she doesn't mine I don't" Oh yes, this boy is good, Too good.

"No thank you, I don't drink" He shook his head.

"That means you can go back to the corner you came from"

I shot Dean a look, and glanced back at Logan who looked like he was deciding on whether or not to hit him.

"Actually, I would love a dance right now Logan" I said to piss Dean off. If he was going to act like a jerk again, I can act like the child he's making me out to be.

"Let's go my lady" He took my hand and led me out to the dance floor.

I got you underneath my skin

I cant figure out how I let you in

you look so good, but it feels so wrong.

No time to figure all this out

I was short compared to him. Even now, I noticed how big in size he was. He looked like a warrior or something.

"One of those guys your boyfriend" he asked smirking at me

"If they were do you think I'd be out here with you now?"

"I don't know. Would you?"

"No I wouldn't"

He spun me around so my back was facing him, Hands that were as big as my waist grabbed my hips pulling my body close to his.

"Good. I don't like girls that play games'" he whispered into my ear.

Oh if he only knew what game I was playing.

"Alex" Sam was right in front of me, I stopped Dancing. Logan kept his hands on me.

"We're leaving." I shook my head; "I'll be out in a minute" Sam glared at me staying in place.

Okay, not cool. I must have done something really bad to get that look from Sam.

"I guess I'm leaving"

Logan nodded and handed me a piece of paper "Give me a call sometime"

"I'm only in town for the night"

He smiled at me. "Who knows, you might need it one night" I smiled at him and walked away with Sam right next to me.

"What the hell was that all about Alex" Dean snapped as soon as I got into the Impala. "You mean dancing?"

"Dean calm down" Sam said sighing.

"Alex you don't know what guys' like that want"

"Oh give me a break Dean. I'm not a child"

"Then stop acting like one Alex. You're not here so you can go off with strange guys who only want one thing"

"Please Dean, He did nothing that you haven't done to all the women you meet at the bars. Oh wait, I'm sorry I'm wrong. He isn't bringing me back to his cheap motel for a one night stand. So you can shove that moral bullshit up your ass" I was near tears with how angry I got.

Dean drove in silence the whole way back to the motel. We parked in a spot, no one got out.

"Dean, I'm so-"

"Get in the motel Alex"

"Where are you guys going?" My heart sank

"To look into a case"

"Okay." I got out, and gave Dean and Sam one last look before they drove away.

----

It's been four hours and I haven't heard anything from the boys. I tried calling their cell and got no answer. I was starting to get worried.

I looked over to the 'principles of magic' book I had gotten earlier that day. It was lying on my bed; I had been reading it an hour before.

I remember having read about finding lost things, and something called scrying. Could I do it to find them?

God I'm going crazy. Magic isn't real. But what harm is there for just trying it.

I filled a bowl of water and sat it on the middle of my bed. I sat crossed legged and took a deep breath. I know it said doing it out doors is best, but I had no time. I needed to find them, and I doubt it would work anyways. But I had to try.

I concentrated on the water, nothing happened.

"Please show me they are" I whispered more to myself.

The water starting to get foggy, an imagine was appearing, A long dirt road, a sign that said 'forest lane.' the picture changed to a house on the dirt road. It looked abandon. Inside was Dean and Sam tied to a chair.

I sat up straighter, the imagine to fade away.

Was that real? I dialed the phone hoping the boys would answer proving that I'm just going crazy, and didn't just really work magic. " Answer the phone" I said as it kept ringing.

I slammed my phone down on the table, and noticed a little white paper I was planning on throwing out. I frowned, No, I'll call a taxi. I looked in the phone the book, and found the number; I called it impatiently. "The number you tried dialing is out of service. Please hang up and make your call again"

"Ugh!" I was near tears, Oh god. Dean and Sam please be okay. I'm coming for you.

I did the last thing I could think of. "Logan, It's me Alex. I was wondering if I could get a ride"


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