I smiled as best I could. The atmosphere in here felt like pity, annoyance, curiosity, and… giddiness? I took a closer look at the two men in front of me. Sam was pulling yellow Piggly Wiggly bags away from a giggly Dean, who was…sill looking at me with a goofy smile.

Why was he still looking at me? "What?" I asked.

He pulled a Subway sandwich out of his jacket pocket and took a bite. "I go' iish creahm."

I looked at Sam, who had stopped digging in one of the bags to look at Dean with wide eyes and a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Wait," I looked back to Dean and then to Sam again. "What did I miss?"

Sam shook his head and looked back to his grocery bags. "Dean loves food, and I just find it completely hilarious."

"Yeah?" Dean swallowed. "Well, maybe you should realize that food should make you happy, not just keep you alive."

I laughed at that. "Did you bring me anything?" I asked, eyeing that sandwich in his hand. "I'm starving."

He nodded toward a Subway bag by Sam and went back to his own food.

Sam quickly grabbed a sandwich, unwrapped it, and handed it to me. "Dean? Can I speak with you?"

Dean looked up, a piece of ham sticking out of his mouth and mustard on his chin. "Can't I eat first?"

"Bring it with you."

I looked at Sam: he didn't look like there was anything wrong per say, but his emotions told a different story. He was nervous. Very, very nervous. He glanced at me and back to Dean, his jaw tightening.

Dean mumbled something about being a bitch and Sam bounced on his heels. Something was going on. I took an awkward bite of my sandwich and watched the two boys walk out of the motel room.

As soon as the door shut, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and took a deep breath before trying to stand up. It was exhausting acting like I trusted these two.

I need to get out of here. But where could I go? What if Sam was right? What if me going home could get my family killed? I couldn't risk that…

But if I was a danger to my family, I was a danger to these guys, too.

I walked slowly to the mirror above the sink and stared at my reflection. My eyeliner from the previous day was a bit smudged and my brown hair was not exactly what one would call presentable. I needed a shower, but all I had was my sweats, my t-shirt, some old Toms, and apparently the hospital gown that I was in at the moment.

I knew what I needed to do. I took one last bite of my sandwich and went to work hunting down my lost clothes, shoes, and some cash.

It was easy finding my personal things: they were sloppily folded and stacked by the TV… The money, on the other hand, was a little tougher to locate.

I checked every drawer in the dresser, under some papers on the desk, and even in a duffle bag by the bathroom. Nada.

I sighed and headed to another duffle bag by the window. After fighting with the zipper, I awkwardly pulled the bag open and froze.

Knives, a machete, boxes of ammo, guns of various size and types, bags of salt, a bottle of gasoline…

"That's got to be it, though!" I jumped at Sam's voice from outside the window. "I mean, why else would the Yellow-Eyed demon be after her?"

"Yeah, but if that was the case, wouldn't it have to work both ways? Otherwise, she'd just be some sponge to soak up the blows of battle."

Do what? That didn't make any sense at all. They were crazy…That was all there was to it. Who else carried around guns, knives, and bags of salt?

I grabbed a longer, skinnier pistol and set it down next to me before zipping up the bag and moving to the side pockets, .

BINGO! I weighed a clip of twenty's in my hand and smiled to myself. I headed toward the bathroom to change, pistol in hand and grabbing my clothes and shoes on the way.

You might think getting changed with a funky cast on wouldn't be that bad… Well let me tell you: You are dead wrong. Aside from the whole I-can't-maneuver-my-arm-to-do-what-I-want thing, I got lightheaded every time I had to lift my arm for whatever reason and it hurt. Having been pumped full of all kinds of wild pain meds the previous day also adds on, making me feel extremely gross and groggy.

I heard the motel door open again and I quickly sat down to get my shoes on.

"Ally?" I jumped at Sam's voice right outside the bathroom door. "You okay in there?"

"Fine," I said shortly.

"You're not sick again are you?"

I smiled to myself.I hated being treated like some china doll. "How many times do I have to tell you that I'm fine?" I grabbed the fold of twenties and put them in the toe of my left shoe before slipping it on securely.

I slipped the gun in the back of my sweats and smoothed out my cheap Wally-World shirt over it before opening the door to, yet again, a broad chest inches from my face.

"Woah," I said, raising my eyebrows at him. Of course, he backed away almost immediately, a grim expression covering his face.

Dean was standing by the TV, one hand in his pocket, the other holding another Subway sandwich. "Ally, can we talk?" It came out more of like a statement that was going to be followed. Honestly, it intimidated me a bit.

I nodded once and followed Sam to where he and Dean sat on the bed opposite mine. Well, I thought, there went my escape plan… for now. I caught a glimpse of the pain meds on the bedside table, but pulled away from the thought and endured the slow but steady throb in my right arm. I sat down and cradled my cast to my chest, meeting Dean's eyes steadily.

"We need to know what happened to you last night," Dean said simply. He and Sam were leaned forward, elbows on knees and eyes boring into mine.

"Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me," I said. I knew I was going to tell them anyway, so I let myself shut down all emotion before getting into all the nitty gritty details of my dysfunctional life.

"Try us," Sam smiled. "If you remember our conversation earlier, you know we obviously believe in psychics and spoon-bending. By the way I got you talking, you know something about this 'war'…" he trailed off, looking to his brother for help.

"Just tell us what you know and what happened, Ally."

I took a breath. "Where do you want me to start?"

The boys looked at each other and then back to me.

"Well, how about this," Sam shifted a bit. "Has anything out of the ordinary happened to you before?"

I grinned. They had no idea.

The girl looked much thinner now that she was in her own clothes: like they could break her if they weren't careful with their words. She looked down at her bulky pink cast and leaned back on her good arm to fold her legs underneath her.

"I was raised a Disney and Barney child, so I never saw anything over PG until the fourth grade, if you can even believe that much." She grinned and looked up, "Momma kept me pretty sheltered." Her smile faltered and her eyes went back to her cast. "So, when I look back, remembering having a lucid dream of me waking up to my family murdered at six years old, it makes no sense. I mean, how many kids do you know dream of gory walls and murderers grabbing them from behind? It wasn't until later that I found out that we were living on old Choctaw land, plus I had four great uncles die down my street. I just figured that explained why I would hear my name being called, toys going off in the middle of the night, my bed shaking-" She cut off then and swallowed before continuing.

"Just a bunch of ghostie stuff. So, anyway, while I grew up in my own personal haunted house, I stayed at my cousin's like it was a second home. Unfortunately, that house is close to a hundred years old and it has it's fair share of ghosties, too. So, as a child, I now not only heard and experienced supernatural crap at home, but I got to visit with my Paw Paw Jerry, one my cousin and I called the 'Tall Man', and a pretty lady in a bonnet when I went over. So, yeah, 'out of the ordinary' is kind of the norm for me."

She took a deep breath and the boys glanced at each other.

"So, that was when you were little?" Sam asked. "Sounds like you just needed to get into a new environment, to me."

Ally snorted and shook her head. "I wish that would have helped. We moved when I was twelve… Of course, it was only down the road, but I figured it was just that one stretch of land that was creepy."

"And you were wrong?" Dean prompted.

"I was wrong," she confirmed. "It wasn't as bad as before, but although the noises and shaking didn't happen as often, I started seeing things. Like right out of the corner of my eye when I passed the hall. Some tall, black figure would be standing right there… Just chillin'. I figured it was me just being silly, but when it followed me to school, I knew it was something else entirely. It would always be out of the corner of my eye, never allowing itself to be seen directly… But it had no trouble with picking my bag up and plopping it back down when I was trying to get to class."

Dean's brow furrowed as he tried racking his brain for what this thing might be. A ghost, maybe, but there was no way to be completely sure.

"So, a good while later, and I'm living here, away from all the hauntings and bad memories when the migranes start. At first, they're not too bad: just small headaches and pangs now and again, then it hit me really hard one day in my zoology class. I was in the middle of taking a test when my vision in my right eye goes out. Not too long afterwards, I start getting really emotional."

Ally nodded towards Sam and said, "You know the rest about my… gift."

"Alright, so no more paranormal stuff since you moved?" Dean asked.

Her face scrunched up, "Yeah, there's still paranormal stuff. It hasn't bothered me as much as it did back at the old place, but I do see and hear stuff sometimes." Her eyes roamed the room momentarily. "Oh! And I had another lucid dream not too long ago and another last night… the first about a little boy wearing a white gown standing in my room."

"Huh," Dean said. "Anything else we should know?"

She nodded, making her brown curls bounce around her face. "Just a few more. I've actually been known to have dreams that come true… Problem is, nine times out of ten, I don't remember what I dream of, so I don't know what is going to happen until it is happening. Then I'm able to tell you what happens next and stuff." Her jaw tightened. "There's one more thing," she said quietly. "Last night, my cousin came in after I locked the doors, saying a bunch of stuff that didn't really make much sense. I kind of just figured he was drunk or stoned, but his eyes… I had seen them before."

Her own green…gray…blue… whatever orbs widened for a minute. "They were yellow. The only thing I can think of, and don't you dare make fun of me for saying this, is that he was possessed by some sort of demon."

Sam and Dean looked at each other again, their eyebrows raised. No one said anything.

"See?" Ally exclaimed, standing up. "I told you you'd never believe me. I mean, I'm talking demons and ghosts here."

"No no no," Sam said quickly. "It's not that. We believe you, just…sit back down."

She bounced on the balls of her feet as if contemplating on whether or not to trust them. She clenched her jaw and sat back down, eyes expectant.

"Alright," Sam breathed. "I'm going to give you the low-down about us, but you can't freak out, okay?"

Dean rolled his head around to give his younger brother a look that said, Way to go, Sammy. You're like a safe with our secrets. Sam shrugged.

"You see," he continued, "when I told you we came across a few psychics, I meant it. These people could do things, whether it be visions, telekinesis, or mind control. I'm-" he paused looking at his brother who gave him a hard stare. "I'm one of them. I have visions, which is how we found you."

"Right," Ally nodded. "Because coming across a person who is also a psychic freak happens just that often."

Dean smirked and jabbed a thumb at his brother. "With this guy, it happens more often than not."

"Look," Sam started, "we didn't come here to scare you-"

"Right!" Ally smiled and nodded. "Because kidnapping a girl is what normal people do when they want to talk!" She jumped up and started pacing the room.

"No…" Dean said with exaggerated patience. "But it's what people do when they think doing so will save your life."

She stopped pacing and met him eye for eye. "And how do you expect to do that?"