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Fallon glanced up when she felt the Impala slow and then stop. Her already considerable scowl deepened as she realized they had not arrived at a motel. She desperately wanted time away from Dean, but she didn't want to expend her energy trying to track them down when she didn't know where they were, so she'd made the decision to ride with them until they reached a motel. However, that decision had just brought her more aggravation. The day seemed to be dragging on, and Dean didn't seem to get the hint that she wasn't interested in making up with him. Luckily, Sam had stepped in and told his brother to let her alone.

Fallon had not cooled down at all between then and now. And she felt the anger in her chest burn dangerously at this delay. She watched as the boys grabbed a can of beer out of the trunk before wandering a few feet away from the car. She was tempted to just sit here and stew, but finally popped out of the car and stalked a few feet away from the boys. If she was going to be stuck here while the boys let off steam she might as well enjoy the view. And it was a view!

She stared out at the rolling green landscape before her. The long grass of the meadow swayed in the light breeze. A scattering of wild flowers could be seen poking their heads above the grass throughout the meadow. Fallon's eyes enjoyed a startling red flower before glancing at flowers that were a delicate purple and then bright yellow. She wondered how many animals were currently enjoying the shelter of the long grass or who had made their home there. She enjoyed the view so much she had forgotten she wasn't alone. Sam's raised voice brought her attention back to her travel mates.

"No, no, no, Dean," Sam protested. "You're my brother, alright? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit."

"I can't," Dean said. "I promised."

"Who?" Sam asked.

"Dad," Dean answered.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked.

Dean looked down at the ground. "Right before he died, he told me something," he said quietly. "He told me something about you."

"What?" Sam asked. "Dean, what did he tell you?"

"He said that he wanted me to watch out for you," Dean said. "To take care of you."

"He told you that a million times," Sam said dismissively.

"No, this time was different," Dean said. "He said that I had to save you."

"Save me from what?" Sam asked.

"He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered, and that if I couldn't, I'd…"

"You'd what, Dean?" Sam cried.

"That I'd have to kill you," Dean said. "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."

"And you agreed?!" Fallon asked horrified.

"No, no I…"

"Kill me?" Sam repeated having found his voice after a moment of shock. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know," Dean whispered.

"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right?" Sam said. "Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?"

"Nothing," Dean answered quickly. "That's it. I swear."

"How could you not have told me this?!" Sam cried angrily.

"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to," Dean said.

"Who cares?!" Sam shouted. "Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!"

"You think I wanted this?!" Dean shouted back. "I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day." Fallon watched as Sam walked away a few steps before turning back to his brother.

"We've just got to figure out what's going on, then," he said. "What the hell all this means."

"We do?" Dean questioned. "I've been thinking about this. I think we should just lay low. At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure…"

"What? That I don't turn evil?" Sam said frostily. "That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"

"I never said that," Dean replied quickly.

"The implication was there," Fallon said nastily. Dean shot her a desperate look.

"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean," Sam said agreeing with Fallon.

"I never said that!" Dean cried. "Dammit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. Alright? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, I get it. So's Fallon. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"

"Forget it," Sam said.

"Sam, please," Dean begged. "Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please." Sam nodded before storming back to the call. Dean stared at her, pleading for some support. She rolled her eyes and followed Sam to the car.

Fallon leaned against the Impala and watched the motel room door open quietly as Sam stealthily snuck out. He had a bag over his shoulder and he started walking quickly away from the motel room.

"Going somewhere?" she asked.

Sam spun around in surprise, but relaxed when he saw her. "I thought you had taken off," he said quietly.

"I was going to, but I thought you were probably going to take off too," Fallon replied. Sam raised his eyebrows. "What? I'm with you almost 24/7, Sam. You think I don't know how this works? You and Dean get in a fight over something serious, and then you take off for a few days. I know you."

Sam sighed. "Look, just don't tell Dean you saw me leave," he pleaded. "At least try to get me twenty-four hours before he starts to try and track me down."

"Oh, I won't tell Dean anything," Fallon said. "I'm coming with you."

"Fallon, I need to figure this thing out," Sam said.

"Exactly," Fallon said. "That's why you need me with you."

"And the fact that you're pissed at Dean has nothing to do with your wanting to come along?" Sam said pointedly.

Fallon shrugged. "I think he can stew in his own panic for a little while," she said frostily.

Sam shook his head but smiled a little. "Alright, let's go." She followed him to a black car a few more feet away. Fallon popped into the car and unlocked it for him. She used her power to turn the car on and the two quickly drove away.

The next night they pulled up to the Roadhouse. Fallon took a glance at all the cars in the parking lot. "I'll meet you in Ash's office," she told him. "Knock on the wall when you're in there." She popped into the kitchen. While she waited for Sam's signal, she investigated the shelves. A variety of different food rested on them, but her own mother's kitchen had the Roadhouse beat. After a while of moving through the pantry she began to wonder if Sam had forgotten to signal her. She moved to the wall adjacent to Ash's office and got ready to tap on it to remind him when she heard someone walking around behind her.

She stuck her head out from behind the shelf. "Oh, hey, Ellen!"

Ellen jumped and glanced up at her. "Oh, it's just you. I should have guessed you might be here if Sam was."

"Yeah, he was supposed to let me know when he was with Ash, but I think he forgot," Fallon said.

"Actually, we discussed that out front," Ellen said. "Sam's at the bar."

"Ah," Fallon hummed. She began to walk through the shelves again while Ellen messed with something on the stove. Without realizing it, she began to pace back and forth.

"Something wrong?" Ellen asked.

"No," Fallon replied. "Everything's fine."

"Bull," Ellen said placing her hands on her hip. "You forget I raised a daughter. I can tell when something's up."

Fallon couldn't help the smile that crept on her face. "Okay," she said. "I'm pissed at Dean."

"Dean told me," Ellen said.

"He told you?" Fallon questioned.

"He's been calling looking for you and Sam," Ellen explained. "He said he and Sam got in a fight and you were pissed at him for something he said. He also said he was worried you weren't with Sam and had just left."

Fallon shrugged. "Let him worry," she said.

"He really fell into the deep end with you," Ellen said. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Fallon didn't, not really, but there was something about Ellen that reminded her strongly of her own mother. She couldn't stop herself from opening up to the woman. "He's such an asshole!" she cried.

Ellen didn't scold her for the language. Just nodded solemnly and leaned back against the counter to listen. "What happened?"

"He found out about this new power I developed," Fallon said and paused when she saw Ellen's eyebrows shoot up. "It happens once in a while."

"And what is this new power?" Ellen asked.

"Well…I can control other people's emotions," she replied sheepishly.

"And you were controlling his," Ellen said.

"His and Sam's," Fallon admitted, "but I had no choice! They were at each other's throats and acting irrationally. Someone was going to get hurt if I didn't step in."

"That's still a pretty big violation," Ellen told her gently.

"I know," Fallon said. "And when I first figured out about this new power, I quickly learned how to control it. Maybe it was the wrong decision to use it, but I didn't see any other option at the time."

"So, you think Dean shouldn't be mad at you for manipulating his emotions?" Ellen said.

"No," Fallon answered. "He had every right to be mad about that. But he does not have the right to treat me like a monster and call me inherently evil! I've never hurt anyone! I don't want to hurt anyone!" Fallon started pacing again. "And it's like this every time I get a new power. Every time! And you know, it's not my fault it happens. I didn't ask to have new powers. I didn't ask to be killed and come back as a ghost! I'm sick of him treating me like a walking time bomb!"

"I can see why you're upset," Ellen said placing a hand on her shoulder to hold her still. "It's not your fault that you were killed. What happened to you was awful and unfair. And you're not inherently evil."

"Tell Dean that," Fallon muttered.

"I don't have to," Ellen replied. "He knows that. He doesn't think you're evil." Fallon opened her mouth to argue but Ellen gave her the look. It was scarily like the one her own mother had always used on her when she was misbehaving. "You need to try and look into this from Dean's point of view. He was raised to be believe every monster and ghost are evil. It's hard to shake that notion after it was drilled into you from such a young age.

"Then you came along and you're proving that notion wrong. He has to adjust his way of thinking about his job and about ghosts and monsters as well. It's hard to do, and yet, after only knowing each other for a year and a half you two are actually pretty close. I know he cares about you. I've seen how you two interact. You're good friends. And I think the real reason he reacts so strongly when you develop a new power, is because he forgets that you're a ghost. It's a nasty reminder to him that you're not human. The fact that you're not alive anymore is not just a painful reminder to you.

"You've dug your way so deeply into his life that sometimes, I'm sure, he forgets you weren't always a part of it," Ellen said. "I know I haven't known either of you that long, but it's clear you both mean a lot to the other. Now I understand your own feelings are hurt, but you need to look past that to see Dean's point of view. And then you need to talk to him and tell him how he makes you feel when he calls you a monster or evil. If you two talked to each other about how you're feeling when something like this happens maybe you could avoid the fight."

"I don't think he really cares about me," Fallon said.

"Trust me, sweetheart," Ellen said softly, "he cares about you. If he didn't, he wouldn't be calling me every few hours asking if I've seen you or know where you are." Ellen patted her cheek. Fallon smiled. They both jumped when a knock sounded from the wall beside them.

"That's the signal Sam was supposed to give me," Fallon said.

"Well, you better go see what Ash found then," Ellen said.

Fallon nodded and popped into Ash's office. "That's just freaky," he grumbled.

"You get used to it," Sam said. "What did you find?"

"Four folks fit the profile nationwide," Ash told them. "Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang."

"Four?" Sam questioned. "That's it?"

"Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas. Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan. Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and, uh, another name. Scott Carey."

"Does he have an address?" Fallon asked.

"Sort of," Ash replied. "The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafeyette, Indiana. Plot four-eighty-six."

"So, he's dead," Sam commented.

"Killed about a month ago," Ash told them.

"Killed how?" Sam asked.

"Stabbed," Ash said. "Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much. No suspects."

"Alright," Sam said. "Thank you."

"I'll meet you out in the car," Fallon told him before popping out to their stolen vehicle.

When they reached Lafeyette, Indiana they decided the best course of action would be to talk to the friends and family of the victim, like they would on any other case. After some quick research they discovered Scott had been living at home with his dad. When they arrived at the house Scott had lived in Sam went to the door to introduce himself to the man's father. Fallon had teleported into the house to search for any clues about Scott's powers.

She went to his bedroom first. It seemed to her like Scott had been having a tough time of it before his death. The mattress was bare, with a sleeping bag on top to replace any covers. The room was in slight disarray. Fallon glanced over the bookshelves, glancing at the titles of the books lining them. She also noticed there were quite a few cassette tapes scattered on the shelves as well.

The pills on the bedside table caught her eye. She lifted a bottle and read the prescription label. She quickly looked under the bed, but nothing unusual was there to be found. Still, a feeling of unease was quickly settling over her. She felt as if she were being watched, but when she looked over her shoulder no one was there. Her gaze shifted to the closed closet doors. Slowly, she rose to her feet and walked over to the closet and opened the doors. With growing dread, she shoved the hanging clothes aside and covered her mouth, forcing back a scream.

Yellow eyes stared out at her, covering the entire back wall of the closet. She began to shake as the memory of the last time she'd seen those eyes came over her. Unwillingly, she remembered both Sam and Dean pinned to the walls while she'd been helpless to help them. And then her mind slipped into an earlier memory, and she was back in that bedroom. And there was no escape.

Fallon forced herself back into the present with all her will. She slammed the closet door shut and popped out to the car. She gasped for breath as she fought to stay in control of herself. She curled her knees up to her chest and pressed her forehead to her knees. She took deep breaths in through her mouth, and out her nose until she felt herself gradually calm down. She was still shaking though, when Sam came back out to the car.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned.

"Yellow eyes," Fallon replied.

Sam tensed and looked back at the house. "He's here?"

"No! No," Fallon said. "Sorry. I meant… Scott… he was seeing him. He had pictures of yellow eyes taped all over the walls of his closet."

Sam stared at her for another minute. "Are you okay?"

"No," Fallon answered honestly after a minute.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam asked.

"No, let's just focus on the case," Fallon said. "There's was nothing in his room stating what abilities he had, but he was seeing a psychologist, Dr. Waxler. He was on a prescription for anxiety among others."

"Alright," Sam said. "Good work, Fallon. Let's find a motel and call it a night."

"Yeah," Fallon agreed. "Sounds good."

They found the motel quickly and got a room. They were heading for the room when Fallon suddenly felt the presence of another person following them. "Sam."

"I know," he said and slowed his gait. The figure quickly caught up to them and when she was just a step away, Sam turned and grabbed them by their shoulders before shoving them up against the wall of the motel. "Who are you?"

"Please!" the girl cried. "You're in danger." Fallon and Sam shared a look before Sam let go of the girl.

"What do you mean in danger?" he asked.

"You're going to think I'm crazy," the girl sighed, looking slightly frantic.

"Trust me," Fallon said, "we're used to crazy."

"Why don't we take this inside?" Sam suggested. He pulled out the room key and opened the room door. He motioned for the girl to step in. Nervously, she did so. Fallon and Sam came in after her and watched as the girl paced the floor.

"Okay, look," she said after a moment. "I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane, and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me."

"Alright, alright," Sam said soothingly. "Just calm down, okay? What's your name?"

"Ava Wilson," the girl told them.

"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester," Sam said. "This is my friend, Fallon Romano. Now, what's all this about?"

"I don't even know where to start," Ava sighed.

"Why don't you start from the beginning?" Fallon suggested.

"Uh, yeah, okay," Ava replied. "About a year ago I started having these, like, headaches and just, nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot."

"When was this?" Sam asked sharing a surprised look with Fallon.

"About a month ago," Ava said. "But, anyway, a couple of days later I found this." She pulled a crumpled-up newspaper article out of her pocket and handed it to Sam and Fallon. They both skimmed over the article. They shared another look when they realized the article was about the man they were investigating.

"I saw this guy dies, days before it happened," Ava continued to explain. "I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one."

"About Sam," Fallon said, catching on.

Ava nodded and looked at Sam. "I saw you die."

"How did you find me?" Sam asked.

"Oh," Ava answered surprised, "you had motel stationary, and I just Googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn you."

"I don't believe this," Sam said.

"Oh, oh of course you don't," Ava said dismayed. "You think I'm a total nutjob."

"No, no," Fallon assured her. "That's not what he meant by that."

"Yeah, sorry," Sam said quickly. "I just meant, you must be one of us."

"Sorry, one of who?" Ava asked confused,

"One of the Psychics," Sam said emphatically. "Like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, alright? So we're connected." Fallon winced as she saw the look of complete disbelief fill Ava's face. She didn't believe a word Sam said.

Ava laughed nervously. "Okay, so you're nuts. That's great."

"Look," Sam said, "did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"

"Sam…" Fallon started to say, but Ava cut her off.

"No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!" she cried.

"So you don't fit the pattern, either," Sam said ponderingly.

"What pattern?!" she cried and then shook her head. "You know what, why can't you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up?"

"No, I can't," Sam said.

"Oh, god," Ava sighed. "Why not?"

"Because there's something going on here, Ava," Sam replied. "With you, with me. I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and I've got to figure out what."

"Okay, you know what?" Ava said taking a step back. "Screw you, buddy. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not a part of anything! Okay?" She held out her left hand and shoved it in Sam's face. "Do you see this? 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 want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth."

"You don't believe a word we're saying, do you?" Fallon said.

"Of course not!" Ava cried.

"What if I could prove it to you?" Fallon said.

"How could you prove anything to me?" Ava questioned.

"Easy. I'm a ghost," Fallon replied and then teleported to the other side of Ava. The girl looked at her in horror. "Relax. I won't hurt you. Do you believe me?" Slowly Ava nodded and turned to Sam.

"Don't you want to know why this is happening?" he questioned softly. "I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out the door right now, you might never know the truth."

"But how are we supposed to figure out what's going on?" Ava asked.

"By piecing the puzzle together," Sam answered. "The guy you dreamed about who was murdered in the parking lot, he was one of us."

"He was psychic too?" Ava cried.

"Yes, although we don't know what specific power he had yet," Fallon said.

"So how do we figure that out?" Ava asked.

"Fallon discovered this guy had been seeing a psychologist," Sam said. "We need to access the transcript or recorded tapes from his therapy sessions."

"How are we going to do that?" Ava asked.

"Oh, leave that to me," Fallon said. "I'll be back in thirty minutes."

Fallon teleported to Dr. Waxler's office. At this time of night, the entire building was deserted. She glanced around the room and thought about where the doctor most likely kept his patients' transcripts. She looked past the computer on his desk. She had no doubt he had the patients' basic information there and did his scheduling with the computer, but she doubted the transcriptions from his therapy sessions were stored on there. If the computer broke down, they would be lost. She was also sure the doctor kept nothing in his desk drawers. He would have too many patients to store the information there.

Her eyes eventually landed on a large metal cabinet. She popped open a drawer and saw a bunch of tapes stacked inside. Between the tapes were manila envelopes with the patients' names written on them. They were filed under alphabetical order. Fallon noticed the drawer she had open the names began with a H. She looked through a few more until she found the one she was looking for. She grabbed the package of tapes the doctor had recorded in therapy sessions for Scott Carey and teleported back to the motel room.

"Got them," she said dropping the tapes on the bed beside Sam.

"That wasn't even thirty minutes," Sam commented.

Fallon shrugged. "He didn't exactly have them on lock down," she replied.

"So, we're really going to listen to this guy's therapy sessions?" Ava said. "Isn't that a huge invasion of privacy?"

"The guy's already dead," Fallon commented as Sam stuffed the first tape into the cassette. "It's not like we can ask permission."

"Ready?" Sam asked. Reluctantly, Ava nodded.

"It started a little over a year ago," Scott's voice rang from the cassette. "Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do… stuff."

"What do you mean, do stuff?" they heard the doctor ask.

I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want."

"Yikes!" Fallon muttered. "That doesn't sound like a very friendly power."

"I guess that depends on whether he was using it on people," Sam replied. They continued to listen to the tape. After a while they Scott finally mentioned the Yellow-eyed demon.

"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?" the doctor asked.

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

The tape stopped after that. The three of them sat in stunned silence for a moment. It was Ava who broke it.

"He's not talking about us, right?"

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

"But how can we turn into that?" Ava questioned.

"I don't…" Suddenly, the motel window shattered.

"Get down!" Fallon screeched as she realized someone had just shot at them. Sam grabbed Ava and dragged her to the floor. Another bullet whizzed through the window. This one hit the mattress on the bed.

"What's happening?!" Ava cried.

"I don't know," Sam answered. "Fallon?"

"I don't know, but I'm not leaving you two here alone," she told him. "I can deflect the bullet if it goes your way. Let's see what happens." They stayed where they were for what seemed like hours, but could only have been a few minutes, before they relaxed when no more bullets were fired at them.

"Do you think it's that yellow-eyed man?" Ava asked climbing to her feet shakily.

"No, he wants you alive," Fallon replied. "It was probably just some random shooting."

"You think so?" Sam asked her.

"Well, I hope so," Fallon said.

"Where was the person shooting from?" Sam asked. "Could you tell?"

"Yeah," Fallon answered. "They were shooting from the roof of the building right across the road. Let's go check it out." The three of them headed for the building and climbed the fire escape to the roof. Whoever had been on the roof was gone now, but they were all on edge.

"Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava asked.

"Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good," Sam replied holding up a shell casing. "These are .223 caliber. Subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle."

"Dude, who are you?" Ava asked.

"I learned to stop asking that a long time ago," Fallon said. "Just go along with it." Sam pulled out his phone and started punching in a number.

"Who are you calling?" Ava asked.

"My brother," Sam answered, and Fallon groaned. Sam gave her a look. "I think we definitely need help." Fallon paced along the rooftop while Sam talked to his brother. When he hung up the phone, she was about to make some snide remark when she saw the worried look on his face.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Dean's in trouble," Sam said.

"What?" Ava and Fallon asked.

"He gave me a codeword," Sam said. "Someone's got a gun on him."

"Codeword?" Ava questioned.

"Yeah, Funky town," Sam replied. "Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a … long story. I…"

"Save it for later," Fallon cut in. "We need to get moving." The three climbed back down the fire escape and led Ava back to her car.

"I don't think I should leave," Ava said.

"I want you out of harm's way, Ava," Sam said.

"What about you two?" Ava asked.

"Harm's way doesn't really bother me," Sam replied.

"I'm a ghost," Fallon said. "There's not a lot of ways to harm me."

"Oh, yeah, right," Ava replied before looking at Sam. "But you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die."

"Ava, did you see me in your vision?" Fallon asked.

Ava thought for a minute and then shook her head. "No," she answered. "You weren't in it."

"If you're visions are anything like Sam's than some details are missing," Fallon said. "Sam will be just fine. I won't let anything happen to him. You believe me, don't you."

"I believe you," Ava said after a moment. "Just, both of you promise me you'll call when you get your brother. Just to let me know that everything's alright."

"We'll call," Fallon assured her.

"I promise," Sam agreed.

When they arrived at the address Dean had given them Fallon used her powers to feel the layout of the building and see what was inside. "It's just Gordon and Dean," Fallon told Sam. "Dean's tied up. Ava was right. There are two trip wires."

"Can you get to Dean and get the drop on Gordan?" Sam asked.

"I can't pop into the room because he has a salt barrier all around it," Fallon replied. "Good news here though, is that it doesn't look like he knows I can break a salt circle. I'll be able to break it from the front room that's rigged." She went to get out of the car, but Sam stopped her.

"I don't think we go in on the offensive," Sam said.

"We have the advantage," Fallon pointed out.

"We do, but Gordan is no amateur," Sam said. "We may not have the advantage for long."

"So how do you think we should play it?" Fallon asked.

"Smartly," Sam replied. "I'm going to call the police before we go in. I'm going in first. I'll trip both wires. The blast will break the salt circle, so you can pop in and free Dean when he leaves him alone to make sure I'm dead. I'll take care of him while you free Dean. Then we just need to cut and run before the police show up."

"Alright," Fallon agreed. "You go do your part. I'll wait for Gordan to leave the room." She watched Sam head towards the house while pulling out his phone before turning her attention back to her task at hand. She listened as both explosions went off and when she felt Gordan leave the room she immediately teleported into it, right in front of Dean. He began to frantically try and communicate through the gag, but she held a finger to her lip as she used her power to loosen the rope around Dean and then pulled it off him. She quickly ripped the gag off.

She didn't wait for him to get up before she was heading for the front room. Sam and Gordan were fighting for control of the other. Fallon raised a hand and shoved it forward in front of her. Gordan went flying and hit the opposite wall, before crumbling to the ground unconscious. Dean finally came through the door behind her and immediately began to stalk towards Gordan's unconscious body.

"Dean, no…" Sam protested.

"I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice," Dean growled.

"Trust me," Sam said barring Dean with his arm. "Gordon's taken care of. Come on." He grabbed Dean by the jacket and tugged him to the door. Fallon followed them both out. They had only gotten a few feet away from the cabin though when they heard the door burst open. They glanced back, and Gordon was coming after them with a gun in each hand.

"You call this taken care of?!" Dean snapped as they began to run for the woods near the cabin. The ground sloped into a ditch and they dived in. "What the hell are we doing?"

"Just trust me, alright," Sam whispered. Suddenly, the sound of cop cars wailed through the night. Fallon smirked as three cars pulled up in front of Gordon.

"Drop your weapons!" a cop shouted. "Down on your knees!"

"This is too satisfying," Fallon said as she watched Gordon get shoved into the backseat of a cop car.

"How…"

"Anonymous tip," Sam explained to his brother.

Dean smiled broadly. "You're a fine upstanding citizen, Sam," he said before turning to Fallon. "Or did you give him the idea?"

Fallon met his gaze and immediately felt her anger at him well up again in her chest. She ground her teeth and forced herself not to glare at him as she climbed out of the ditch. "I'll see you both later," she told them before walking back towards the street. She hadn't reached the sidewalk yet when she heard booted feet rushing towards her and then there was a hand on her shoulder holding her in place.

"Where are you going?"

She turned around to see it was Dean who had come after her. "I don't know," she shrugged. She backed up a few steps until she was on the sidewalk. "I'll check in with you guys in a few days. See if there's a case you need help with." She turned and began walking again. This time he grabbed her wrist to stop her.

"Fallon, don't go," he pleaded.

"Why not?" Fallon asked waspishly.

"Because Sam doesn't want you to," Dean replied. Fallon snorted and rolled her eyes before starting to walk off again. Dean called after her. "Because I don't want you to either!"

"Oh really?" Fallon retorted. "You want me around? So you can say I told you so when I go vengeful? Or point out how evil I am?"

"No!" Dean cried. "That's not…"

"Or maybe," Fallon continued, her voice growing louder, "I should stick around to put up with the abuse you throw my way whenever I get a new power, even though you know I can't control when that happens! You're right. I should totally stick around to hear you accuse me of spying on you when you sleep or shower. Or accuse me of messing with your mind because I'm an evil ghost who's out to get you! I should totally let you manipulate me with caring gestures and a charming smile into thinking you care about me and that you're sorry for being a dick, even though you're not sorry at all, and think I'm just another monster you'll have to dispose of someday. You're right. I should totally stick around for that!"

She felt her chest heaving as she stood there. She felt her anger dispense and be replaced by a completely different emotion. Suddenly, she was crying. Tears poured down her face as she continued to say everything that she'd been bottling up inside for a while now.

"I'm tired of you saying you're sorry without ever really apologizing," she choked out through her clogged throat. "And I'm tired of you joking about not really having to make up because we were never really friends in the first place, because that's not true! You may not really think of me as a friend, but you and Sam are the only two people I have. You may not like me, but I care about you and you're my friend. But you're right! I should totally stick around to be reminded that you don't think of me that…"

She was cut off as Dean crushed her to him. She sobbed into his chest and he held her tightly, his fingers stroking gently through her hair. He held her this way until finally her sobs turned into tired crying and then finally just a few leftover tears. He let her breathing even out before he pushed her gently away a few steps and then placed his hands on both sides of her face and used his thumbs to brush the tears from his face.

"I'm sorry," he said staring softly into her eyes. "And I'm not just saying it so you'll stick around and help us on hunts, or so that I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don't go vengeful. I want you around because I… because you are my friend. I care about you.

"And I know I push you away and say we're not really friends a lot, but I was raised to think all ghosts and monsters are evil. No exceptions. And that's no excuse. You've more than proven that's not the case all the time. It's just, that old belief is hard to shake. I'm going to work harder at it though. I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry." Dean pulled her back into his chest and kissed the top of her head. "Forgive me. I'll do better."

Fallon returned the hug a moment later. "Okay," she told him. "I forgive you." She glanced up at him and he smiled, looking relieved. She stepped out of the embrace and took a deep, steadying breath. "We better get back to Sam."

"Okay," Dean agreed. They walked back to the stolen car together, a peaceful silence settling over them.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked shooting them both concerned looks as the entered the car.

"Everything's fine," Fallon replied.

"Good," Sam said. "I would have missed having you around all the time."

Fallon smiled. "I would have missed you too, Sammy."

The three headed back to the motel and ditched the stolen car. Fallon was happy to see the Impala having gone the past few days without being a passenger in the old car. The three took their usual places. As Dean drove off Sam pulled out his cell phone.

"Calling again?" Dean asked.

"Yeah," Sam answered distractedly. "Ava, it's Sam. Again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home okay. Alright. Bye."

"Everything alright?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, I hope so," Sam said.

"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least," Dean said trying to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, if they pin Scott Carey's murder on him," Sam replied. "And if he doesn't bust out."

"Dude, if you ever take off like that again…"

"What?" Sam questioned. "You'll kill me?"

"That is so not funny," Dean grumbled.

Sam laughed. "Alright, alright. So where to next, then?"

"One word: Amsterdam," Dean said.

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed exasperated.

"Come on, I hear the coffeeshops don't even serve coffee," Dean insisted.

"I'm not just gonna ditch the job," Sam said.

"Screw the job!" Dean exclaimed. "Screw it. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get's bad luck."

"Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter," Sam pointed out. "I mean it's what you were meant to do."

"That's debatable," Fallon muttered.

"She's right," Dean said. "I don't believe in that destiny crap."

"You mean you don't believe in my destiny," Sam said.

"Yeah, whatever," Dean grumbled.

"Look, Dean, I'm going to keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."

"Bitch," Dean said.

"Jerk," Sam retorted.

"It's so cute when you two do that," Fallon commented. Both boys shot her a smile. Silence settled over them for a minute before Sam picked up his phone again.

"You calling that Ava girl again?" Dean asked. "You sweet on her or something?"

"She's engaged, Dean," Sam said dryly.

"I'm getting worried," Fallon said. "She should have called back by now."

Sam nodded. "How far is it to Peoria?"

They changed their course and after a while they finally reached Ava's home. Fallon unlocked the front door to the house to let the boys in. They began to check out the place. The house was quiet, but something felt off.

"Hello?" Sam called out. "Is anybody home?" While Dean and Sam checked out the downstairs, Fallon wondered upstairs. She walked slowly towards one door that was slightly open. She pushed it open. And then she screamed. Immediately, Dean and Sam were right beside her.

"What happened?" Dean asked pulling her around to face him and running his gaze over her from head to toe like he was checking for injuries.

"Oh my god," Sam said horrified. Dean finally looked into the room and saw what had made her scream. A man, who must have been Ava's fiancé, laid murdered in the bed. Blood covered his body and was soaking into the white sheets. Fallon forced herself to look back at the body.

"What happened?" she asked.

Dean scoped out the room before stopping at the window and running a finger along the sill. "Sulfur," he stated. "Demon's been here."

Sam kneeled and picked something up off the ground. Fallon recognized it as Ava's engagement ring.

"Oh no," she whispered. Dean came over to her and placed an arm around her shoulder.

"It'll be okay," Dean told them both. But it felt like an empty promise.