The library was quiet, They all sat in one table, Sam would be getting up and heading for the shelves from time to time, Dean sat quietly at the table as well, Zoey on the other hand, she wasn't given any books to look into, cause Sam was still protective, and didn't want her apart of the mission hunt. After that laugh at the apartment, Zoey knew there was something getting Sam all uptight like this, but the only question was, What?

"Screw this, Im helping" Getting up, she walked over to the shelves and picked out books, reading between the lines as Sam walked over, taking the books from her hand and putting it back on the shelf. Zoey growled, and with one remaining book in her hand, she whacked it against his arm, and whispered angrily "Look, Im helping, you might as well let me help. Now stop being an asshole"

Sam glowered down to her, and walked back to the tables, like he's not going to waste his time with her, like the other times. She crossed her arms, as her face turned sour, and she backed up to leaned against the shelves. She looked around for exits, she had to get out of the library away from Sam. She crept through the paths between the shelves, and slowly out the exit, stopping at the steps and sitting down. Zoey buried her face deep into her knees, thinking on where to go. Many places to go in Boston, but where that Sam won't find her. She was sick of him, ever since they came back to New York, He has been nothing but grumpy guss. She was sick of it. So she got up from the ground, and began to run as fast as she can. The cross country was really useful, cause she then sprinted down the street, the world becoming a blur to her. She ran all the way till she was in front of the morgue, walking inside she did.

Back at the library, Sam and Dean were still reading until Sam looked up, looking around and seeing Zoey not in sight. "Shit" he whispered, getting up and searched the building, until he walked out the main entrance where then he saw her starting to sprint off, Sam quickly ran back inside, making wave through people and trying not to run them over, as he got back to Dean, almost out of breath "Zoey's gone."

"What?"

"I saw her sprint away."

"She may just want a run Sam, she has lived here her whole life, she knows her way around"

Sam shook his head, grabbing Dean's arm, and picking him up from his seat "let's go. She and I, had a fight over in the shelves, Im sure she is sick of me."

"Well first of all, We can look for her later, we got the hunt to do."

"Sure"

Dean sat back down and looked through the books, while Sam looking down the road where she speed off, before he sat back down at the table, thinking on where she could've gone. He was suppose to protect her, make the vision not come true.

"I had to come here, Sam was being so overprotected. I needed some air." Zoey looked down at her hands placed on her knees, as she sat on the stool beside a dead corpse her mother was working on studying. She looked up, at the dead body then at her mother, with a pale color over her face "How can you stand still working here?"

"Oh getting sick of this?"

"A bit."

Tru covered the body with the blanket, moving around the table and sat on the stool beside Zoey. "I just think of your grandmother, how she passed down the calling to me, as I did to you." She looked down at the body, while Zoey kept her eyes focused on her mother. "You don't have to use the calling, just avoid dead bodies."

Zoey laughed, shaking her head and looking around the room "I remember I use to run around this place. If it wasn't for dad's death, he would've took care of me, at home instead of being here."

"Your father was a great man, I loved him dearly."

"Mother?" She paused for a moment, then spoke in a little more softer tone "How did Father die?"

"It was a long time ago, and I don't know if you really want to know."

"Yes I do, tell me"

"There was a house fire, but I wasn't home, I was on a trip with a friend, so I left Harrison to help your father take care of you. It was just a little bit after your father tucked you in your crib, you were only 6 months old." She stood up from the stool, and walked around the room, as she told the story. "Your father was soon back up in the nursery, and on the ceiling, till he got on fire. You couldn't stop screaming, so it got Harrison's attention. He got you out of there, just before your crib caught on fire. It scarred your uncle, cause he said he remembered big yellow eyes in the room."

Zoey jumped down from her seat, and looked at her mother some more "Yellow eyes? Someone killed my father?"

"No, Im not saying that."

"Its true though, and you know it." Zoey rushed over to the doorway, and stops. Tru walked up from behind her, and patted her shoulder "it wasn't your fault, your father died...to save you"

"To save me?"

"The man with the yellow eyes, I believe he was after you."

"I should go. I'll go back home."

"Okay" She gave a kiss on Zoey's cheek, and let her go. Zoey walked down the hallway, and left on the elevator.

As for Sam, He stayed, sitting outside the morgue figuring if anything Zoey would be there, Dean was off doing the hunt himself. Zoey walked out the door, then stopped in a frozen state, her eyes froze on him for awhile, as he turned around, and looked down shamefully to the ground. "Zoey, Why?"

"Sam, you were driving me nuts. Ever since you came back to New York, you have been very grumpy with me"

"Im just trying to protect you." He turned around again, his hands together over his knees, looking at the cars passing by. Zoey sat down beside him, looking at the side of his face "You know something don't you?"

"Yes, but I rather not say."

"Sammy..."

"Don't Sammy me" He wrapped one arm around her, and pulled her close, resting his chin against her head, his eyes still focused on the street. Zoey was a little uncomfortable at first, but she adjusted around still she was able to just comfort herself, and stare up at Sam. From what she heard about her father right now, she ought to tell him, get the protection off her back at least. Sighing, she sat up, and leaned forward over her knees. "I have to tell you something."

"What?"

"It's about me."

Sam looked at her, one eyebrow up to show his confusion, in which confused over what she has to say about herself. He sat up as well, leaning over his knees but still gazing on the side of Zoey's face.

"Sam...Im not who you think I am"

"What do you mean?"

"I can repeat days, just save ones lives."

"Its like a gift isn't it?"

"More like a calling, passed through my grandmother, to my mother and now me."

"Zoey..."

She looked down, tightening the grip of her hands together as tight as she can go. Sam placed his hand over hers, and loosen the grip, being able to get in there and hold her hand like a hand shake. "Zoey, you have no idea what I go through everyday."

"I bet I can take a guess."

Sam smirked, shaking his head "You can't, its not that easy" He took in a deep breath, and looked over his shoulder "To prove it, I must tell you something about you. About what's going to happen?"

"What?"

"I saw you with this demon me and Dean has been hunting. I don't know what it wanted but somehow it knew your name. I actually had a vision of you telling me you had something to tell me too."

Zoey smiled, looking over her shoulder, with it shrugged up just a little, her teeth gently biting her lower lip, as if she would've been used to this sort of thing before, but she didn't so it was different. How could he see the future see thought? And if he did, why would she be with this demon? Sighing, she looked down to her hand against her lap, over to her knees "What's this demon?"

"This demon is what killed my mother, and Jessica. Has there been any deaths in your family Zo?"

"Just my father, and Hilary. My Father was killed in this fire, and today I just found out about it too. Hilary, she was just killed because of me."

"When did this fire happen?" He said, with a sound of concern in his voice. Zoey looked up into Sam's eyes, and truthfully answered "I don't remember this, because I was just a baby."

His eye's just widen, and the moment she talked about being a baby when her father died, the fire. Suddenly, something strange happened, Sam screamed, and winced his eyes shut, as what seems to be a vision. Zoey panicked, not sure what was going on, her one hand over his cheek, looking over his face "Sam?"

The demon stood over Zoey's unconscious body that was laying on the ground, and the demon walked closer to somebody, soon seeing Sam back against the wall, not making a budge, wanting to escape but can't move. The demon just gives him a sick smirk, the face still being darker than ever.

Sam immediately jumped up from the ground, looking over to Zoey, who was wrapping her arms around him, and hugging him tight, calming down from the fright she had when he had the visions. "Sam what happened?"

"I had a vision, another demon moment. Only, you were passed out and I was there."

"I believe you now" Pulling back from the hug, her face just few inches from his, her eyes staring hardcore into his, she smiled "I believe those visions, do they come true?"

"Not if we try to stop it."

Somewhere, long ways out from Boston and Later that night. There was a group of demons gathering around in the fields, with the one in the center, being The Demon, talking among with the others. "The time has come, where we all need to get these chosen children, and destroy them. They must not be alive, go, find them, the ones with psychic abilities, I'll take care of the two Zoey Davies and Sam Winchester." With a sick smirk over his face, he stepped out into a little bit of light which shown over his face, partially, and you could see his mouth, and yellow eyes. The mouth moved "Go now" They all left, going separate ways, while the demon just stands there and walks towards the road, and into some more light from the street lights, he appeared as the famous John Winchester. "Im sure Sam would love to see his daddy again."