The plane ride wasn't terrible. In fact, it was actually quite nice.

Well, considering Dean hooked me up with first class instead of economic class...yeah I got spoiled.

I hope to God that he stopped using Houdini as a fake last name for his credit cards...no one would be convinced...

I've seen hunters use worse fake last names, though.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. Looking up, I saw one of the flight attendants motioning for me to take off my headphones.

"Miss, we're about to land at Bradley International Airport. Please put on your seatbelt."

I nodded, thanking the lady as she walked away to go to the next passenger who was asleep the ENTIRE flight.

I strapped in, preparing myself to meet up with the Winchester brothers. My heart began to pound in my chest as the plane landed. I know Dean hasn't changed much as he was still the same smartass that I've come to love like the older brother that I've always wanted.

Sam, on the other hand...I haven't spoken to in a while. I know he left for college and distanced himself from the life of a hunter (word gets out about these things in the community) but besides that, all Dean told me was that Sam returned to the life after the death of his girlfriend, Jessica, who died in the same matter that his mother did and tried to help search for John.

Sam was just a baby when his mother's murder happened, so he didn't have the same fire that ignited when she died like Dean did. The demon had to take away someone else that he cherished...

The hustle and bustle of the airport made it difficult to find the Winchesters. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to recognize them. I was 15 when I left to go into hiding while Sam was 17 and Dean was 21. God knows a lot can change in only five years, and there's a good chance that they could've forgotten about me considering all that's been going on since they tried to find their father.

I was about to give up and call Dean when I saw two men in winter jackets standing by a gate that read "DEPARTING: ORLANDO." They both looked as if they were looking for someone...and something about them looked awfully familiar.

The man with short hair finally locked eyes with me. He stared in disbelief and it took me a moment to register who it was. We both began to run towards each other, never breaking our gaze.

When we stood in front of each other, I finally spoke. "Dean?"

The man smiled at me, his mood changing from disbelief to happiness. "Hey, kid."

It was Dean. I smiled and held back my tears, running into his arms in a tight embrace.

"It's been way too long. God, I've missed you so much."

"Okay okay, don't get too mushy," he chuckled, "I need to keep up the tough guy act, ya know."

We broke apart from the hug as I began to laugh. "Yeah...tough guy act," I said, "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

He smiled and patted me on the shoulder. "Guess that smart mouth of yours hasn't changed much either, kid."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help my smile. Looking over Dean's shoulder, I saw Sam starting to approach me.

My stomach began to hurt a bit and my heart began to race.

Sam has changed...a lot. He looked different since the last time I saw him.

I'll admit, I had a little schoolgirl crush on him before I left, but...he's never had this affect on me.

Not until now, that is.

He's gotten a lot taller, and while he still had a lot of his young boyish features that made him look a bit on the young side, it was clear he developed into a man. His flannel shirt was a little loose but I could tell that he had been working out a bit to keep himself in shape.

Sam really went from "cute boy" to "handsome man" these past few years.

That sounded cringy just in my head.

I quickly composed myself and walked towards him. More tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I approached the younger brother.

"Hey Sam," I choked out.

He gave me a soft smile. "Hey. Been a while Sarah," he said.

He pulled me in a tight embrace. However, compared to Dean's hug, Sam's was a lot more gentle, as if he was afraid he would never see me again if he let go.

His emotions...wait.

I couldn't feel what he felt. It was almost as is his emotions were blocked from me. The only thing I could feel was a dark, disturbance that didn't belong to Sam. There was also a light disturbance to him, almost as if the darkness and lightness were battling each other to be in control.

I got out of Sam's embrace, pushing the concerns into the back of my mind. "You boys...you look different from the last time I saw you," I said.

"So, I became more handsome and Sam became...more okay looking?" Dean teased.

Sam rolled his eyes and gave his arm a little smack. "Shut it man."

"I'd say Sam is a bit more than okay looking," I said, feeling a little bolder than usual. This caused Sam to blush a little bit and Dean to scoff. "You," I said, looking at Dean, "on the other hand, look like you've aged about 10 years."

Dean gave me a wide eyed look while Sam chuckled. "What...no I don't."

"Oh really?" I said, "Because I think I see a bit of a grey hair in that hair of yours..." I searched on top of his head pretending like I found one. "Let's see...one, two, three..."

Dean playfully pushed me away while Sam began to laugh even harder.

God it felt good to be home.

"So you were investigating an old mansion? There was a little girl haunting it?"

Sam and Dean were catching me up on the latest case they just wrapped up. A woman was trying to sell the hotel but a series of murders began to plague the mansion, killing the movers and real estate agents.

"Yeah," Sam said, "Thankfully both the mother and daughter made it out alive. Grandmother...she wasn't so lucky."

"She sacrificed herself so they could leave...All that little girl ghost wanted was a forever play date..."

"Yeah...hopefully it'll stop the hauntings," Sam said.

"It should. Ghosts who often stay behind, they want something and won't leave until they get it. Oftentimes, though, they can't leave, and it's usually because of another person who is living."

"Well, either way, spirit is at rest...kind of," Dean said, "And Sam managed to impress a woman. Lost a great opportunity, though."

Sam gave Dean the stink eye. "You have to bring that up again? Really? I don't jump at every opportunity to get with women like you do."

I scoffed. "Dean...for God's sake...please tell me you at least make your intentions clear with these women..."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah...I try to at least."

I shook my head in disbelief. Definitely the same old Dean.

After a couple hours of driving, we finally found a motel off the highway. Dean pulled into the parking lot.

"Hey um...Dean? Sam?" I said.

Both gentlemen looked at me in the backseat. "Yeah?" they both said at the same time.

"Um...Sam I need to talk to Dean about something privately...can you check in for us?"

Sam gave a look of confusion. "But...can't this be discussed when we get into our room?"

I shook my head. "Sam...it's important. Just...give us a few minutes please."

Sam looked over at Dean as if he was as asking for permission to do what I asked. Dean just shrugged and nodded his head towards the check in. Sam, still looking a bit confused, got out of the car to the office.

Dean looked back at me, "Look...if this is some kind of confessional on your true feelings for me...I love you but not..."

"Okay, stop right there," I said, "First of all, ew. I love you as well Dean, but...no." I gagged a little bit. Dean was like family and the thought of him and I hooking up or doing anything romantic just made me want to throw up a bit.

"Okay, well that hurt a bit more than expected," Dean said sarcastically, "But...what's so important that you had to kick Sam out of the car and have him get a shot at the beautiful woman at the check in?"

I rolled my eyes. "Because...what I want to tell you...it's about Sam...and I don't want to freak him out about it."

Dean looked confused for a split second, but then a sudden realization expression came on his face, "Oh, so it's Sam you're in love with. I get it now..."

I smacked Dean across the arm, taking him off guard. "Shut it, Winchester. This is important. It has zero to do with whatever goes on in that head of yours."

"Alright alright, damn," he said, "Okay serious Dean...now what's going on?"

"So...you remember when you told me on the phone a few days ago about Sam's...abilities?"

"Yeah...why?"

"Well...you know I can feel people's emotions as well as a spirit's emotions? When I got off the plane and greeted the both of you, I could feel how you were feeling in that moment and I was able to know the changes in mood. Sam...on the other hand..."

I tried to figure out how to better phrase the two disturbances so Dean could understand, but it was hard to put it in to words because even I didn't understand what was happening.

"What? You...felt something unusual?" Dean said.

"Something like that...except I...I couldn't read Sam's emotions. Almost like there was a wall there. I did, however, detect...something. I don't know how to describe it, Dean."

Dean began to get a little impatient with me beating around the bush, and I honestly couldn't blame him. I would feel stressed out if someone wasn't giving me a direct answer, too.

"Well try to describe it," Dean said, "You can't keep me on edge like this."

I would've used my powers at this point, but I knew that would just make Dean more irritated. Plus I didn't want to use them unless absolutely necessary.

"I felt two disturbances with Sam. One that belonged to him and another that...didn't. The one that wasn't his was a dark, almost hateful disturbance. It was angry because the other disturbance that belonged to Sam was blocking the dark one. It's...almost like a battle one has with themselves; which side do I choose? However, in this case, it's an outside force trying to start this conflict."

Dean looked at me stunned. He then took his gaze away from me and looked ahead at Sam, still trying to get us checked in. Dean's mood shifted from panic to disbelief. There was another mood there.

Terror.

He was scared.

"Dean, you're scared. I'm sorry...I shouldn't have..."

"Oh no, it's not that," he said.

"Then what is it?"

Dean looked back at me, a serious look on his face. "Remember when I told you my dad died? Well...I never told you what happened, right?"

I shook my head.

"We were in a car accident, the three of us. The trucker...he was possessed. We all wounded up in the hospital, but, I was going to die."

Shit.

"I don't remember what happened, but next thing I knew, I was awake and well. Dad...he didn't look so good. He...I think he made a deal..."

I leaned towards Dean. "A deal with who, Dean?"

Dean looked down, almost afraid to look me in the eye to tell me what happened.

"Oh God," I said, realizing what happened, "He made a deal with THE demon???"

Dean nodded, still not looking at me. "A life for a life."

"Shit. What about Sam?"

"Dad told me something before he died," Dean continued, "He said...that I needed to take care of Sam...or...I might have to kill him."

I swear my heart stopped in that moment.

Dean, kill his own brother???

That was just...no!

If anything, Dean and Sam were very big on loyalty. Why would John say such a thing before he passed??

"Why?? Why in the hell would your father say such a thing!"

"Your guess is as good as mine."

"Damn right it is!! What...John REALLY doesn't expect you to kill your own brother, does he??"

"I certainly hope not," Dean said, "I will find every possible answer before I have him meet his maker. I think...it may have something to do with...people like him."

"People like him?"

"We...we found out there are more like him...there were a few more kids who had a house fire the same night our mother was killed. We ran into one woman who had powers similar to Sam's. We...we've been trying to find out and get her to safety after she disappeared on us, but we haven't had much luck."

This was unbelievable. More people, dealing with the trauma Dean and Sam went through when they were little kids?

"Are...are any of them hunters like you guys?"

"Not that we could find," Dean said, "But...we're still looking.

I nodded, sitting back in the backseat. "Does...does Sam know what your father told you..."

"Yeah," Dean said, "Wasn't exactly thrilled about it, but...we figured it out."

I nodded, trying to just take in all of what was just said to me. So much has happened in the past five years...not even five years, the past few MONTHS. Sam's life was completely turned upside down, the life he tried so hard to leave behind, yet his destiny seemed to be clear.

He was in this fight, whether he wanted to be in it or not.

Sam knocked on the window, motioning for us to get out of the car while holding the keys to the room.

When we got out, Sam stared at us with confusion. "Well, you both have your clothes still in tact so I guess it wasn't some kind of love confession."

Dean chuckled while I groaned. "Why...stop putting that damn image in my head...I swear I will throw up right here, right now."

Both of the boys started laughing while I shot them a death glare. "I hate you both..." I said.

Sam smirked a bit. "Whatever. So...bad news is I could only get a room with two beds...there is a couch so I'll take..."

"No," I said before I could stop myself, "That's...that's silly. We can share. Just...stay far on one side."

They were taken off guard by my suggestion and there was an awkward pause between us before Dean broke that silence. "So I guess I'm not the one you're referring to..."

I looked at him. "If I remember correctly from the countless times I slept over at one of the motel rooms, you love to snore and kick people in their sleep. So no, I was not referring to you."

Dean just smirked and shook his head.

"You sure you're comfortable with that?" Sam asked.

I nodded. "Yeah...I mean...if you're okay with it..."

He took a deep breath as if he was trying to calm himself down. "Okay...that's...that's cool."

I nodded, blushing a little bit. "Yeah, okay...let's uh...go to bed."

Sam nodded and began to walk back to our room. Dean walked beside me and chuckled.

"Still got a thing for him I see?" he said.

I smacked his arm again. "Shut it," I said, "I know I told you one time but if you bring that up again, so help me God, I will kill you."

He chuckled. "God it's so easy to get under your skin."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to talk to him about what happened earlier. Sam...he has a right to know what I've noticed."

Dean began to grow concern about what I said but he just nodded. "Just...don't freak him out too much."