Chapter1- "Like Rogue from X-Men?"

Dean sighed "-we're almost finished here. Just let us gank this werewolf first." He gruffed into his cell quickly ending the call.

Sam turned to him raising an eyebrow in wait for an explanation of why Bobby had called in the middle of a hunt. By the way Dean's jaw ticked, Sam could easily see that the man wasn't too excited about whatever Bobby had to say.

"Change of plans. Bobby needs us after this. Something about a hunter that needs help." Dean grumbled not taking his eyes off the road. "Somehow this hunter got a freaky psychic ability."

The younger Winchesters brows wrinkled "How is that possible? And why does he think we can help with that?" Silence filled the Impala for a few moments, with only the rumble of the engines purring filling the small space.

"He said you might be able to give'em some advice, because of your whole... psychic vision thing the other year."

Sam's scrunched brow smoothed out unsure how he should feel about that. Not knowing how to respond he just gave Dean a silent nod, gazing out the window.

"Just focus on this werewolf for now. We're only an hour out from Bobby's anyway." Dean ordered as he pulled into a graveled parking lot of a bar the pack was supposedly known to frequent.

"No! Max you promised!" Elliott shouted up at her big brother. They were standing in front of Bobby's salvage lot, and had been shouting at each other for the last five minutes.

"Yeah, I did! And so did you!" Max shouted right back. Furry steaming out of his dark green eyes. Elliott grinded her teeth together. Yes, she may have promised Max that she wouldn't use her new found power, but how could he blame her? It was almost two months ago the short, blonde discovered she had a strange ability. She could do something extraordinary. She could heal people! Well- sort of.

On a hunt gone wrong a wendigo had clawed up her big brother Max real good. Elliott was just a second too late to save Max from the thick piercing claws, but was able to deep fry the creature before it could get another slash at him. It wasn't so bad that he would need a hospital, but it was deep enough that she would have to stich him up. There also wasn't any way he would be able to avoid the scars that would surely form. Elliot cursed putting pressure on Max's wound, trying to stop the bleeding when it first happened. It felt strange, like the rest of the world dropped out leaving everything fuzzy. The only thing she could seem to focus on was Max and his bleeding slashes. With a wave of nausea her stomach flipped in her gut. The world was blurred and hearing clouded. That's when the pain started. It was small at first but soon grew. Before she could even comprehend what had happened Max was leaning over her shouting and putting pressure on the painful gashes that had suddenly appeared. It wasn't until later in the motel room as Max stitched her up did she even realize what had happened. She had healed her brother's wounds somehow, by transferring his injuries into herself.

After they had calmed down quite a bit and had time to process, they experimented. Wanting to know if it was a freaky one-time fluke, she had Max make a small cut on his own arm. It wasn't a fluke. Max had been freaked, terrified even. He didn't want to see his little sister hurt. Especially when it was not her injuries to bare. Max made Elliot promise that day, to never use her ability to heal anyone again. For her own safety.

She had kept that promise. For as long as she could. Elliott honestly had meant to keep her promise, but being a hunter meant being around a lot of injured people. It was a vamp hunt, the second time. A young teen was bitten and drained only to the point of wooziness. Elliott had arrived on scene before Max unable to help herself from healing the terrified teen. The poor girl didn't deserve this, and it was nothing for Elliott. She had had much worse. Elliott then told Max that she hadn't been quick enough and a vamp got her before she had decapitated the leach.

The second time it was a preteen that was hurt in a scuffle with a wreath. Then a little kid hurt by a witch. She had managed to hide all three of the incidences from Max. It wasn't until her fourth time that she was caught red handed. The little boy had been thrown around by a restless spirit. Max had salted and burned the bones but the spirit was still there. Elliott had the little boy and herself encircled in a ring of salt when Max returned to find the spirit still at large. When the connection to an old neckless was realized Mas had quickly salted and burned it. When he returned to find Elliott hugging the boy healing him and absorbing his wounds, Max couldn't blame her. He just wanted her to understand the dangers. Only when she had let slip about the others, she had healed did he really get mad. Max had made a phone call and drove straight to Bobby's for help.

"It was only some bruises and cuts. Nothing too serious- and nothing I couldn't handle!" Elliott defended herself zipping her jacket up to hide one of the bigger bruises by her collarbone. Leaving the only visible mark a small fading discoloration on her left cheek. Max huffed and rolled his eyes at her poor attempt to hide the bruise.

"Seriously? It wasn't serious when I had to stich you up after you were 'bit' by that vamps?" he did the air quotations at the word 'bit'. He ran his hand threw his brown wavy hair exasperated. "Or the supposed wreath attack that left you with a serious concussion?"

"I know it was dangerous, Max. I just-" she sighed leaning back against an old ford bumper. Her hazel eyes not looking up from her boot covered feet. "Max, I couldn't just let them hurt like that. I've had way worse. I can handle it a lot better than they could have."

"I know it has to be hard Bug." Max's features softened as he spoke. He took the couple steps to close their distance, his hand came up to rest on her shoulder. Forcing her to look up to him. "Seeing someone injured and walking away knowing you can help can't be easy. But you are my little sister Ellie. I can't just sit back and watch you put yourself in harm's way. Don't you see it is not just the injuries? What if another hunter finds out about this? If you heal someone that blabs what do you think another hunter would do to you?"

Elliott smiled sadly. She knew that she was different. She knew this ability made her a freak, but hearing her big brother Max's words stung worse than she thought it could. It made her feel better that this freaky ability could have potential to help others. She tried to think that if the situation was in reverse how she would feel about Max doing it. Sighing she had to admit that there was no way that she would fee okay if Max was hurting himself to help others. She gave Max a reluctant nod.

"I understand." she whispered sadly "-but you promised you wouldn't tell a soul. You told Bobby! He is like an uncle to us, why would you tell him?"

Max straightened up his posture, trying to keep his eyes on hers and not on the approaching figure behind her. "You didn't give me much of a choice Ellie. Bobby said he has connections that could help us with this."

Elliott's hazel eyes grew comically wide "What?! He told others? What happened to keeping it a secret? What is stopping this connection from offing me! Or selling me to a mad scientist for experiments?! What-"

"You really think I'd do that to ya' idjit?" Bobby's gruff voice interrupted her rant, startling her so much she actually jumped and spun around to face him. "You two are like family. Families look out for each other, and that's what I am doin'. The hunters know their shit. I trust those idjit brothers with my life, and are as much family as you two are. They have helped a lot of people, including some with 'psychic mumbo jumbo powers.'"

Max smiled brightly at Bobby, and gave him a pat on the back in greeting. Elliott on the other hand felt her cheeks heat up and darken. She loved Bobby and knew he wouldn't really do anything to hurt her. She was just wound up and scared.

"I'm sorry Bobby..."

"I understand you are scared girl but you don't get to keep secrets from me." Bobby scolded then turned to Max. "-and you!" Max's smile fell and his brows shot to his hairline. "When your baby sister develops a freakin power, you tell me!" Bobby cuffed them both upside the head before having them go inside to explain in more detail.

It took a few hours to explaining Elliott's new found ability. By the time they had finished it was past dinner time and none of them had anything but beer. Max decided to go on a food run after his stomach grumbled for the second time. That left Bobby and Elliott, to research whatever they could find on psychic powers. She wasn't even sure what she was looking for, or how any of it might help. But it seemed to satisfy both Bobby and Max. She had almost finished her first book in a pile of many when the front door slammed open, rehashing off the wall making her and Bobby jump to attention.

"Bobby! Could use your help over here!" A rough deep voice barked from the front door. "Sam's been bitching all the way here. Bitch tried to play nice with a werewol-" The man abruptly stopped when he had turned the corner, and eyes landed on Elliott sitting on the old couch. He was tall with short sandy brown hair. Definitely older than her, probably closer to her brother Max's age.

"I did not bitch the whole way!" A second male voice called out behind him, annoyance clear in his rough snappy tone. "You were the one who suggested a game of fetch with the damn mutt..." Just like the first man he trailed off his sentence the moment he had view of Elliott. He froze almost as if paused on a television screen. Elliott had thought the first man was tall she wasn't expecting to see the giant that followed him in. His darker brown hair was shaggy, much longer than his friends. Broad shoulders hunched slightly as he held his upper right arm that appeared to be bleeding slowly, dripping red in between his large fingers. His hazel eyes jumped from Bobby to Elliott unsure if he should continue.

"Idjits." Bobby grumbled before standing up and walking up to the men. "Sam, Dean this is the hunter I was telling you about." Sam and Deans postures seemed to relax some as the older hunter continued. "Elliott Anders, meet Sam and Dean Winchester. There here to help."

Elliott fidgeted uncomfortable with these hot strangers knowing her secret but sucked it up with a soft sigh and stood to face them. "Hello..." She gave them an awkward wave and scratched the back of neck. "Thanks for um, helping me out with this whole... thing."

The taller shaggy haired one, Sam, gave her a soft smile. But Dean the shorter of the two huffed and grumbled "Apparently it's what we do." Which got him and elbow to the rib by his brother.

"Of course, were happy to help." Sam interjected shooting Dean a glare.

Bobby just rolled his eyes. "Sit down ya' idjit. I'll get the first aid." He ordered Sam as he walked away. Sam followed his direction hesitantly.

"Here, let me see." Elliott offered, sitting down next to him on the musty couch. Sam let her move his bloody hand to inspect the wound. There were three deep gashes that although were still bleeding had slowed quite a bit. He would definitely need stitches.

"Sorry about my brother. Dean's not a fan of other hunters." Sam explained as Dean wondered into the kitchen in search of beer.

"Well I don't really blame him there." She chuckled feeling uneasy herself with the unknown hunters. She caught and ignored Sam's frown at her words. "Unfortunately, it looks like you'll need some stitches."

Dean spoke up from the doorway as he walked back in beer in hand. "So, what's this freaky ability were here for?"

"Dean." Sam warned.

Elliott bit her lip nervously. "It's hard to explain. I can, I – uh- um-" She stuttered causing Dean to chuckle and Sam to shoot him a stern glance. "I can show you?" She hesitated nervously. These were hunters. Hunters hunt freaky things, like she now was. She reminded herself that they were friends with Bobby. Bobby wouldn't put her in danger.

"Elliott, you don't have to-" Sam paused as she gripped his arm right below the gashes.

Elliot felt her world tilt and vision go fuzzy, as she focused on Sam. She felt her stomach drop, leaving a hollowed-out sensation. Everything wobbled around her, as all sound was muffled like she had cotton stuffed into her ears. Then like always the pain came. Slowly as if on slow motion she felt the deep gashes slicing down her upper arm. When she had completely healed Sam the world started to become a little clearer. She could feel the exhaustion and headache that always came after using her ability.

"Dammit Ellie!" Bobby's scolding tone broke through the fog, snapping her back to reality. Dean was on his feat wide green eyes scanning his brother anxiously for harm. Bobby stood behind the couch his bearded jaw ticking, but Sam just stared wide eyed almost in shock.

"Did you just-did you just heal me?"

Elliott opened her mouth to answer but Bobby beat her to it in an annoyed grumble. "Not exactly."

Sam's forehead scrunched in confusion. His eyes ping ponged back and forth from Elliott to Bobby. The moment he saw it his face fell and eyes popped open. His brows shot up to his hairline and mouth hung a gap. Then he snatched her now bleeding right arm. She gritted her teeth as his large fingers overlapping in his grip on her just below the new wounds.

Elliott flinched at the pain but Sam was to shocked to notice. "Ow!" She snapped and tried to tug her bloody arm free but he held tight.

"Give it back." Sam demanded meeting her hazel eyes with his. Confused awe filled his face along with a bit of guilt.

"Back?" She panted. "I don't understand."

"Reverse it. Undo it. Something!" Sam barked "You just freaking took- transferred my injury onto yourself!" He took the wet cloth Bobby handed him and started dabbing her bleeding arm.

"Doesn't work like that, giant." She sighed. Sam's brows furrowed in dislike at the nickname.

"So, you're like Rogue from X-Men?" Dean questioned stunned by what he was seeing.

"No!" Elliott rolled her eyes "Well sort of, um, not really. Rogue took others life essence and memories and stuff. I just take injuries?" She shrugged unsure how to word it, then gave an amused huff. "You a fan of X-Men?"

"Why would you just do that?" Sam scolded, not giving Dean a chance to respond. Then leaned down to pull her up from her crouched position on the floor, that she was only just noticing she was in. Realizing she must have fallen off the couch while healing Sam, she ducked her head to hide the darkening of her cheeks. Once he settled her on the couch, he went straight to work. Using the wet cloth to dab at and clean up the blood that was dripping down her arm.

"Aww man." Elliott whined looking down at her now blood tee-shirt. "Max is going to kill me." She pulled the graphic tee sleeve away from her frowning at the once grey fabric.

"You bet your ass he is." Bobby thundered. "I have half a mind to kill ya' myself. You told your brother you wouldn't do that again!"

"Not that." She sighed. "This was his favorite shirt." Dean snorted, nearly shooting beer out his nose in a coughing laughing fit. Both Bobby and Sam glared at the older Winchester.

"You'll need to sit still while I stitch this up." Sam shook his head in disapproval.

Throwing his hands up exasperated Bobby grumbled something under his breath as he left the room. They heard the back door shut and knew he was going out working in the garage. Dean held out a bottle of whiskey for her, seemingly out of nowhere. She was more of a bourbon girl herself but she knew it didn't matter what it was as long as it was strong to help with the pain. Elliott took the bottle gratefully and downed a few long chugs with a small shiver from the after tastes. All while Sam readied the needle and thread. He held his hand out for the whiskey to sanitize the now much cleaner gashes. She took another pull before handing over the bottle.

"Ready?" Sam questioned cautiously. Elliott gave a strong nod, before Sam doused her gashes with the alcohol. She hissed quietly at the sting gave another nod for Sam to start stitching. "You really shouldn't have done that Elliott."

"It's not a big deal. You two wouldn't have believed it unless you saw it anyway." Elliott focused her gaze on the floor trying to ignore the sharp needle tugging the thread throw her flesh. "I've had worse, don't feel bad on my account." Sam worked quietly focused on his task, as Dean finished his beer. After a moment of silence there was a loud growl of an old muffler, as a vehicle pulled into Bobby's. "Uh, fuck. Max is going to be so pissed."

They listened intently as the rumble of her brother's old pickup died and the driver's side door creaked open before slamming shut. Although Elliott couldn't actually hear his footsteps, she imagined them in her head, stomping up to the front door. She tensed as the front door opened.

"Pizza's here!" Max called out happily unaware. Elliott refused to look up and meet his eyes as she heard him turn the corner and stop.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me Elliott!" Max hollered. "I leave you alone to pick up a god damn pizza and you already-" stopping mid-sentence he looked around the room angerly "Where is Bobby?"

Her head snapped up to meet his eyes. "Max, don't get mad at him! Bobby was in the other room getting supplies to fix Sam up and I just, did it. He's almost as mad as you. This is on me. It's my fault not his." Max's green eyes wavered between her and Sam who still had the needle in his hand hovering over her almost stitched up gashes. "Max this is Sam and Dean Winchester. The hunters Bobby told you about." Elliott tried to distract Max, with the introduction.

Max sighed and rubbed his temple with the hand not holding the pizza boxes. He cleared his throat and gave both men a nod. "Thanks for patching her up."

"Yeah, of course. I'm sorry about all of this." Sam apologized and finished up the last stitch. Max gave another nod before turning to bring the pizza to the kitchen. Dean followed behind him asking him a question neither Elliott or Sam could hear.

After an awkward and guilty explanation of what had happened after Max left for pizza, all five hunters sat around Bobby's small kitchen table to finally eat. The pizza could have been bad but Elliot was too hungry to notice. They were a few beers in when the topic of her "X-Men Rogue abilities came up again.

"I don't know Bobby. There's not much to go on." Dean shrugged taking the last slice of pizza.

"Usually an ability like this there are two different options." Sam added brows knit together turning to Max. "Can you do anything psychic-y too?"

Max chocked on his beer hitting his chest to calm the fit. "No, no, no. Definitely not. Why?"

"One way her ability is possible is threw blood. Like it could run in the family."

"Max is normal, so was Dad, and as far as I know so was Mom?" Elliott shrugged and Max nodded his agreement.

"What's the other option?" Max questioned shooting a look at Bobby.

"Someone or something gave it to her. Most likely via curse or spell." Dean grumbled. Sam frowned at the thought of his psychic powers like when he used to get visions and where it came from.

"So, I assume this is a new thing then? You weren't born with it, so when did it start?" Dean interrogated.

Elliott was staring at her beer picking at the label distractedly, doing her best to avoid eye contact and process what was happening. She couldn't remember anyone cursing or putting a spell on her.

"Elliott?" Sam's soft voice broke through her cloudy thoughts. "Hey, Elliott, it's going to be okay. You're not in this alone. Do you remember when you realized what you could do?"

Elliott and Max's eyes met remembering the gruesome Wendigo attack. "It was late August." Max supplied with a distant look, obviously remembering what had happened.

"Right after my twenty second birthday, on a Wendigo hunt down in Wichita." Elliott supplied continuing to pick at the saturated beer label.

Sam turned to Dean having a telepathic conversation before he turned to Elliott worriedly. "Twenty second birthday? Did your mom die in a fire when you were a baby?" Elliott was too confused to see Max shoot Bobby a cautioned glare.

"No, Sammy. It's a coincidence." Dean cautioned gruffly. "We killed- I killed that demonic shit. Azazel is dead. This has to be something different."

"What? What are you talking about?" Max straightened in his chair, uneasy at the Winchesters words. Elliott couldn't help but worry herself.

"Your mom? How did she die?" Sam pushed ignoring Dean.

"Vampires." Max answered quietly. Sam sighed in relief and gave a small nod before running a had threw his hair.

"Now will someone tell me what the hell is going on? What does our mother have to do with this?"

"She doesn't. I'm sorry I brought it up." Sam mumbled.

"No. Sam, you don't ask a question like that and not explain." Elliott refused standing up from her chair.

Sam to Deans disapproval explained to the Anders a bit of their back story. He explained that a demon had killed their mother in a fire when he was a baby and that he had psychic visions after his twenty second birthday due to this demon.

Elliott felt for the Winchesters. From what she had just heard they had been through a lot. The fact that Sam was once a freak like her made her feel a little more normal. Sure, visions are much less freaky then what she could do, but still. She felt closer to the younger Winchester than before, she wasn't so scared of him knowing about her anymore.

"But that all stopped when Dean killed the demon bastard that started it, right?" Bobby questioned leaving as much out of their personal story as possible. Sam nodded quickly in agreement.

"So, something probably gave me, or cursed me with this ability? Or am I some genetic freak?" Elliott questioned softly as she gripped the back of the chair in front of her.

"Hey, now. No one is saying that darlin'." Bobby interjected.

"I need a smoke." Elliott grumbled and stomped out the backdoor letting the door slam shut behind her.

"Ellie!" Max called out and pushed his chair back to follow her, but Sam stopped him.

"Hey, Max. Let me try?" Sam asked permission. "I've been in her shoes." Referencing to his past visions. He looked at Dean before continuing. "As much as my big brother wanted to help me, he couldn't really understand."

The muscles in Dean's jaw jumped with tension but he nodded at Max in agreement. Max exhaled deeply through his nose before nodding in defeat. "Alright. Go." Max went to the fridge for another beer sitting down with a thump and rubbed his temple exhausted as Sam quietly left to find Elliott.

Elliott pulled out the pack from her leather jacket, sighing sadly at the last cig in the pack. She dug out a lighter from a different pocket and smiled softly at it. Her favorite lighter. Lighting the end, she inhaled slowly, then exhaled as she felt her shoulders relax some. She knew it sounded stupid to have a favorite lighter, but she couldn't help it. It wasn't the Bugs Bunny cartoon figure on the old lighter that made it her favorite, no it was simpler than that. It was her dads. Her dad had given her the silly thing on her very first hunt. It was shortly after her twelfth birthday, and it was just a simple salt and burn, but it meant a lot. Fuck did she miss him. She could hear his approach before she could see him. She took another drag leaning up against the rusted-up SUV in the junk lot.

"You know, smoking kills" Sam's reprimanded his voice rough and serious. Elliott couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, and so does hunting." She tried to hide her smile by taking another hit.

"I'm sorry about back there." Sam went to lean up against the rusty vehicle next to her. Their shoulders brushing one another as she took a longer drag.

"I was just a little worked up I guess. I didn't mean to freak you out."

"No, no, Sam you're okay. I know you are all just trying to help. I'm just-" She exhaled a puff of smoke slowly before dropping the cig and squashing it out with her boot. She shrugged "I'm not use to being a case, I guess. It's not very a good feeling being investigated like I'm the weekly victim. Normally I'm the one doing the investigating. Not the one being investigated."

"Ellie, I know this sucks, trust me. I've been there, I had freaky death visions, and felt constantly under a microscope. It wasn't fun and even though my brother couldn't really understand he helped me through it." Sam turned toward Elliott his side now leaning against the SUV. "Honestly I think we can help."

"What how? What can we possibly do about my ability? It's not like we know who or what did this to me. There is nowhere to go from here, Sam. Don't waste your time on me. It's a hopeless cause."

"Stop." Sam interrupted her rambling shaking his head in disbelief. "It's not a waste of time Elliott. It's your life. We might not have leads now, but I'm sure something will turn up that could help us figure this out."

"Why?" Elliott turned to face him directly and had to tilt her head up to meet him. He had to be at least a foot taller than her. "Why would you offer that? You don't owe me anything. You don't even know me."

"True." He shrugged. "-but I do know what you are going through, and you shouldn't have to go through it alone." Her heart pounded unsure what to think of his sweet words. Her long blonde hair wisped by her face in the breeze. The moonlight paled her copper tones that were normally so bold in the daylight. She tucked a strand behind her ear and looked up to him.

"Thanks. I uh- I'm not sure how much good it will do, but thank you. It's nice to know someone understands."

They stayed outside for another hour or so just talking. Telling each other their more comedic hunting stories. When they finally headed back to the house Elliott couldn't stop yawning.