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A couple of beers and a few slices of pizza later, Dean was passed out.

The three of us spent almost the whole night talking like kids at a sleepover.

Sam and Dean talked about where their journey led them, and when they said they went everywhere...they meant everywhere.

I caught them up on what happened the past few years in hiding and talked a bit about what happened to my parents. After I turned 18, they were killed by a demon who, along with other demons in hell, made its primary mission to track down any psychic born individual, stating that a "war was coming soon" and didn't want them standing in the way. They knew the psychic community is a close ally to the hunters and that we would do whatever it takes to stop the incoming war...whatever that "war" is.

My parents knew about this as one psychic (who was a friend of them and a mentor of mine) told them that there was a huge target on my back, and they will not rest on the night of the attack until I was found and killed. They both locked me in my bedroom when I was asleep, soaked my door with holy water and put salt by the door cracks. They performed an exorcism, but the demon got the upper hand.

When I got up the next morning, it was a blood bath. The demon, however, was nowhere to be found. I spoke to the medium shortly after that, who managed to survive the attacks from the demons, and they told me that my mother managed to finish the exorcism, which is why the demon was gone.

After telling more of my adventures in Europe, trying to trace my family history, Dean passed out at about one in the morning. This left just Sam and myself still awake, which would've been fine if I didn't start to REALLY notice how attractive he has gotten since I last saw him.

I've always thought he was attractive when we were teenagers, but...he's gotten a lot more muscular, and compared to the baby face he had a while back, he REALLY looked like a man up close. I know hunters need to stay in shape, but...it's so distracting, especially since I never really got over my crush on him.

Thankfully, the alcohol kicked in nicely, so while these...interesting thoughts crossed my mind, I was able to keep my cool.

As time went on, I realized that I was stalling from telling Sam what I've caught at the airport. He had a right to know, but from all those years I've known him, Sam has always been emotional and could easily be frustrated when something that's unexplainable to him and all of us comes up. That or if someone he cares about was in danger because of their actions.

Finally, after discussing with him about my powers and his powers, I've decided to finally tell him.

"Actually...I've been pushing off telling you this...thing...all night."

He gave me a look of confusion, something that he does a lot. "What?" he said, "What is it?"

I sighed. "Okay so...the reason I asked you to check in so Dean and I could talk is...well it had to do with you. I wasn't sure about talking to you about this, but..."

I trailed off, not sure how I was going to say this next part. I just thought screw it and started to say it.

"Sam...Dean told me what your father said before he passed." I looked over at him to read his expression. He looked a little stunned but I knew that was his poker face.

Damn this gift he has. I hate not being able to know how he's feeling.

I told him everything. The darkness that lingers over Sam and the lightness trying to protect him, the fact that I could not pick up on his emotions...everything.

I felt like I just revealed a deep dark secret that's been plaguing me for years, but all of this

only happened a few hours ago.

Sam didn't interrupt me once. He just listened to what I said. When I finally finished, Sam looked at me to see if I was finished speaking before he spoke.

"You know...you're not the first to have this issue."

"What do you mean?"

"Dean and I, while we were traveling and trying to see if there was anyone else who fit the pattern on what I had, we ran across this guy named Andy. He also had powers. Same circumstances back when we were kids...mother who died, same age as me...except his powers were different."

"What could he do?" I asked.

"Mind control," he said, "It worked on everyone...but not on me."

"Mind control...like some kind of Jedi mind trick, 'these aren't the droids you're looking for' kind of thing?"

Sam chuckled. "Dean said the exact same thing you did. But yeah, he'll tell you to step out of the car and you'll do it, no questions asked."

I shook my head in disbelief. This was unbelievable. I know I thought that to myself earlier but it really was unbelievable.

Sam looked at me with concern, taking his index finger and moving my head to look at him. "Everything okay?" he said.

I was taken aback by Sam's boldness, and I swore I felt an electric spark when he touched me that way. I pushed those thoughts further in the back of my mind. I could not afford to get distracted like this.

"Yeah...um..." Wow, way to be smooth, Sarah. "I'm fine. I just...I had a random thought...what if somehow this demon...the reason I can't find anything on how the psychic community started is because of similar events that happened, thousands and thousands of years ago? What if...this is some kind of attempt to make a new generation of people with abilities but more powerful, and this demon is doing everything it can to keep us from finding each other?"

"Well, if that's the case, that would certainly explain the abilities," he said, "But if this is a second war...why now?"

I shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine. If we have time tomorrow after getting to our next destination, maybe we can look around at the local library?"

Sam smiled. "Like old times? You and I just hanging out in the library?"

I chuckled. "And Dean calling us nerds?"

We both laughed a bit at those memories. Whenever my parents went on a hunt with John and Dean, they would always put Sam and me in the library to ensure our safety when we were too young to be a part of the hunt. When they returned, Sam and I would whine about moving again because we were nose deep in the third or fourth book.

We would never hear the end of it from Dean.

"I never would've thought...you, a hunter," I said, "I know that...you wanted to have a different life, but I guess once a hunter always a hunter?"

Sam nodded and cleared his throat. "Yep. I guess you're right."

I felt horrible for him. Before I could stop myself, I took one of his hands and held it. My heart was racing much faster and my mind was screaming at me for making this move, but I was 3 or 4 beers in, so I really did not care.

"I'm sorry...that you got sucked back into this," I said.

"It's not your fault. I mean...you're right. Sometimes I wish I could just pack up and leave it all behind again, but then I think about the people we've saved...and that's what keeps me going a bit."

"You've always had a heart of gold...you and Dean. Yeah, he may act like a tough, macho guy, but I know he at least cares."

Sam nodded and gave me a small smile, to which I returned. Finally, he cleared his throat and took his hand out of mine.

Why that made my heart break a little bit...I don't know.

"Anyways," he said, clearing his throat once again, "Let's get some sleep. We need to get up again and hit the road in the morning."

"Hopefully we won't be too hung over," I said as I started to lay on my side of the bed.

Sam did the same and reached for the lamp. "Night," he said.

"Goodnight," I said.

It wasn't until I began to close my eyes a bit that I realized that all this time, Dean was snoring like no tomorrow.

The Next Day

Sam, Dean and myself headed out to follow the next lead. There was a case in Milwaukee that came up out of nowhere and we needed to get there quickly.

It seemed like something I was not ready to pursue at the moment as I needed to brush up on my hunting skills, so I decided to do my own thing while Dean and Sam give me a little bit of training before helping them with the next case. Thankfully, I found an interesting case that wouldn't get me into too much trouble...at least that's what it looked like on paper.

"So what's going on in Milwaukee?"

"There was a robbery at this jewelry store," Dean said, "Looked to be an insider job as the person there was a long time employee."

"So...what a money hungry demon or something? That doesn't really sound like..."

"That's what we thought," Sam said, "But this guy went back to his home and killed himself, and every single report says that these people have no criminal history at all."

"That's not the first time this happened, either," Dean said, "There's been a couple other robberies with similar outcomes."

"Okay, so NOW we're getting into our territory. So...what might you both be dealing with? Any theories?"

"Nothing at the moment. We're going to see if we can get any of the security footage from those nights," Sam said, "Anyways, what's on your agenda?"

"There's a graveyard around 30 minutes away from the city. Normally I wouldn't go to one since...well it's full of dead people already, but when I was searching online to see if there are any hauntings, this place has something that has me a little concerned."

I took out my file of the place and handed it over to Sam.

"There should be a picture of a statue of what looks to be a young girl. People who have visited the graveyard say that this statue had what appeared to be blood on its hands. There is a couple other reports of suspicious behavior, but this is what made me want to check it out."

"You think a spirit is trying to recreate the nailing on the cross or something?" Dean joked.

I scoffed. "Funny, but no. From what I gathered, I think that if one of the legends is true, it could be a loop for the ghost. They relive their deaths over and over again. Another report says people have seen the figure of a woman walking into the river nearby. They believed it was a woman named Mary. According to local lore, she jumped off the bridge nearby in the late 1800s, drowning herself."

"Sounds like a loop to me," Sam said, "So what are you planning on doing?"

"I'm going to see if I can get her out of the loop. Part of my abilities is that I can see spirits. I know a lot of people can also see them, but there are times where the dead wish to not be seen by the living. With me, though, I can see them no matter what and I can also get them to show themselves to whomever is in the room."

"Wait...really? Like some Sixth Sense kind of deal, 'I see dead people' that whole shabang?" Dean said.

"Kind of. If a spirit is straight up evil like a demon, I have to shut them out or else they could easily gain access to my head. It doesn't fully shut them out, as I can still see dark entities, but I cannot talk to them nor can they talk to me which will make it harder for them to try and get to me."

"Well...hopefully this will be good practice before you get to the big ones," Dean said, "In the meantime, I think I have some extra holy water that you can use in case this Mary turns out to be a real bitch of a spirit."

I nodded. "Thanks."

I looked over to Sam as he continued to look over my files. He seemed to be studying that one photo of the statue, almost like he was looking for some kind of clue.

"Um...Sam?"

He turned back around to look at me.

"May I have my file back?" I asked.

"Oh!" he said, caught completely off guard as if he forgot that he still had it in his hand. "Sorry! Here you go!"

When we reached the motel, Sam and Dean got into their business suits, disguising themselves as either FBI or some kind of police. They wanted to check out the jewelry store to find some possible leads and security footage from the latest robbery.

Not going to lie, my jaw almost completely dropped when I saw Sam in that damn suit.

He looked rather sexy.

Me? Well...I looked like I was going to some kind of damn costume party and was wearing an 1800s dress.

Spirits often won't talk to someone that doesn't look like they are from their time because they don't realize that they are dead. I needed to convince Mary to not go in the water and see if I can break the neverending cycle. She at least deserves to be at peace.

However, compared to Sam and how he looked...I was getting more and more embarassed as time went on. He probably thought I looked like some kind of dumbass while he looked like he could turn any girl on by just walking into the room.

"Well, Sarah, congratulations," Dean said, interrupting my thoughts, "You really outdone yourself with this..." He began to gesture me up and down. "Last time I saw you in a dress was Easter when you were 10..."

"Shut it, Dean," I said, "Also if I remember correctly, you ate way too many chocolates that day that you practically pooped your pants."

Dean gave me a look that said "How dare you bring this up," but I interrupted him. "Besides, I know...I look stupid...and trust me, I feel stupid."

"You don't look stupid," Sam said, taking me off guard, "I think the dress suits you nicely. I like it."

I found myself blushing a bit and looking down at the floor. "Um...thanks.

"Also, not saying you look stupid," Dean said, "It's just...it reminded me when we were kids and how you went through that 'I don't want to wear dresses' phase."

I nodded. "Yeah, well, you still pooped your pants that day," I said laughing.

Sam began to laugh as well while Dean just rolled his eyes and scoffed.

"Whatever, kids," he said, "Anyways, Sam, we better get going."

Sam stopped and cleared his throat. "Right...um, I'll be outside in a second," he said, "I just need to grab something from the bathroom."

Dean nodded and left the room.

Once he was out of earshot, Sam approached me with some concern in his eyes. My heart began to pound quickly as I looked at him. God, he looked so hot. If only he knew what I wanted to do to him right here, right now...

"Hey," he said, interrupting my dirty thoughts, "The cab will be here in a few."

"Yeah, thanks again for that."

"Also..." he said, trailing off before he got quiet.

"What? What is it?" I asked, not wanting there to be more silence between us.

"Well...the photo. When I picked it up, I started to get a feeling of sadness...kind of like I was there in person," he said, "Was strong, emotional reactions something they noted in those in person?"

"Yes, but not when looking at photos. Normally something like that you would have to be there in person."

"Yeah, I just...be careful. I know that your empath abilities can really pick..."

"Hey, no worries. I got this."

Sam just nodded and gave me a soft smile. He then pulled me into a hug which caught me off guard, but I quickly melted in his embrace like I did at the airport.

"You two be careful, as well, okay?"

Sources: La Belle Cemetery