OMG here's Chapter 11!!! Sorry it once again took a while. I am slow.

Chapter 11

Sam knew he was frustrating Dean to no end, with his "feelings" and seeing ghosts, and now, taking off for apparently no reason at all. But he needed to think and their cramped motel room was not the place to do it.

It was dark outside. He wasn't even sure where he was, though he knew he wasn't too far from the motel. He sighed, frustrated with everything that was going on at the moment.

The sick, nervous feeling that was always in the pit of his stomach never went away. He knew that it must have something to do with the MacDowell house, but nothing seemed to be going well regarding that. He didn't understand why he had seen Lucy's ghost earlier that day, or why Dean had not. And then there was the mystery of Cecilia Black. He had another feeling of nervousness as he thought of her.

Just as he knew she didn't believe his and Dean's story for being at the MacDowell place, he didn't believe hers. He knew there had to be another reason for her presence there; he just didn't know what.

"Somehow I knew I'd find you here," an already familiar voice said quietly from behind him.

"Are you stalking me?" He didn't really mean it, and it sounded cheesy even in his own ears, but that wasn't really his concern at the moment.

"What if I am?" He glanced at Cecilia as she came up beside him. "Bit, sorry, I'm not stalking you."

There was something about the way she said you that raised goosebumps on his arms, but he didn't comment on it. "What are you doing out here, then?"

"Oh…my roommate was being crazy," she said with an unconvincing roll of her eyes.

"Hmm." Sam gave her an awkward smile, not trusting her.

She was quiet for a while, staring out at nothing, looking almost sorrowful. He pulled his gaze away from her face and let his mind wander. Who was this girl? Why was she so adamant that he and Dean not return to the MacDowell house? He remembered what she'd said before she passed out earlier. And, more importantly, who is he? She had meant Dean – so what the hell?

"Where's Dean?" Cecilia asked suddenly, looking around for him. Sam felt his heart sink for some strange reason. What was this weird obsession with Dean?

"Oh, I needed some time alone," he said cautiously. "He's not here."

He glanced at her, wondering if she knew what he was thinking. "You're not stalking me," he said quietly, "you're stalking Dean."

Sam looked straight at her, expecting to see a "caught red-handed" look on her face. She didn't say anything for a moment, simply looked back at him with a sad and almost scared look in her eyes. Oops. Maybe there was another explanation for her infatuation with his brother…

"If you knew something horrible was going to happen," she said suddenly, her gaze no longer meeting his, "I mean, if you knew someone was going to die…would you try to stop it?"

He stared at her, his heart starting to race. "Dean," he said hoarsely. He knew that feeling hadn't been nothing. His stomach seemed to flip over.

"I know it sounds crazy," she said quickly, "but you have to believe me, I'm not insane, and I would never joke about this kind of thing. I –"

"First me, now Dean, what the hell?" Sam asked in disbelief, cutting her off. With a pang he remembered Ava's speech as she tried to convince him that she wasn't crazy, not realizing that he believed her already/

"What?" Cecilia was staring at him. A look of shock came onto her face. "Do you believe me?"

Cecilia had imagined a lot of reactions to what she'd said, in her mind, before telling Sam, bit this was not what she had expected at all. She hadn't even told him yet, but he seemed to already know what she meant – yet he seemed completely unperturbed and was talking to himself incoherently. "First me, now Dean, what the hell?"

"What?" she gasped, gaping at him. What is this guy on? Then another thought struck her. "Do you believe me?"

He nodded but didn't answer her, lapsing into silence as he fell deep into thought. She stared at him, blinking, unable to contain her shock.

"Whoa, whoa, wait – you do believe me?" He snapped out of it and looked at her. "You really do?"

He was kissing her before she could think; the thoughts came as she pulled herself even closer to him. He's on drugs. I'm on drugs. We're both crazy. I can't do this. Why are we doing this? What the hell is wrong with me?

He pulled away. "Thank you," he said breathlessly, "you don't know how much you've helped us. You just saved Dean's life!"

"What?" she gasped again. "How did you know?"

"I can't explain," he said. "I'll be around, believe me – I'll see you soon. I have to go."

"Where?" Cecilia knew what an idiot she sounded like, bit she couldn't come up with a coherent sentence.

"I have to talk to Dean."

"You're going to tell him? Won't he be freaked?"

Sam laughed, though she didn't know why.

"Are you kidding? You don't know how many times this has happened to us."

She stared at him. He's crazy. He's crazy. He's crazy.

"I'll be seeing you," he said softly, and a moment later, he was gone.

Why did I come here? The feeling she'd had that caused her to run out of her apartment so quickly had told her that one of the brothers was around. She'd gone with the intention of revealing what she knew…how the hell had it gotten so screwed up?

lol, I had fun with chapter. Hope you liked it:)