The car was dead quiet after I finished laughing. Both boys looked ahead, not looking at me.

"Um, hello? I asked a question," I said.

"Oh I'm sorry," Dean said, "I didn't hear that question over that insane laughing fit you just had. I was also wondering what the damn punchline was."

"First of all, smartass, shock makes you do weird and unexpected things. Secondly, when were you going to tell me that you were wanted for...oh I don't know...let me think on what the news station said...credit card theft, stolen identity, and oh, get this...murder??"

"You honestly think I would kill an innocent civilian?" Dean said, scoffing, "I thought you knew me better than that, Sarah."

"You don't hurt people unless you need to, I know that," I snapped.

"Then what are you getting so angry about?!" Sam said.

Did...

Did I hear that correctly?

Was Sam, out of all the people in this car, REALLY that dense about it despite being a college boy?

"Jesus Christ. Are you both REALLY that stupid? I'm not mad that you probably killed someone because I know there must have been a reason for it! I'm not mad about the theft charges because pretty much every hunter does the same thing to help 'pay' for travel! So...what could Lorraine possibly be mad about? Oh wait, I think I've mentioned this not too long ago, but like most men, ya'll just hate to listen. I'M PISSED BECAUSE YOU BOTH NEGLECTED TO TELL ME THAT YOU PRETTY MUCH HAVE WARRANTS ON YOUR BACKS!!! You think MAYBE, just MAYBE, that was important information to tell someone you knew for a while and that you haven't seen for FIVE WHOLE YEARS!"

"I'm sorry! Okay? It slipped my mind!" Dean shouted back.

"How does something like that slip your mind??" I asked, "I mean, I get that this is part of the job of the hunter, but really?? 'Oh Lorraine, by the way we are dealing with some issues with the cops.' That's hard for you to remember??"

"We said that the cops may get involved before we left for the bank, Sarah!" Sam said.

"Yeah, I thought that meant that a banker was going to pull a silent alarm! It didn't occur to me that also meant 'Wanted Dead or Alive' Sam!"

Sam's response was just a look. Not just any look. It was THE look.

The look that lets you know that he would like to say so much more but won't because he knows he'll either lose or say stuff he will regret.

He turned back around and looked forward, looking out the window as Dean continued to speed up.

I sighed. Might as well find out the truth now.

"What happened?" I asked, "Dean...why is there a warrant out for your arrest for murder?"

Dean took a moment before responding. "There was another shifter case we were dealing with," he said, "And the shifter turned into me as it was holding a gun."

"Of course. Damn shifter."

"Satisfied?" Dean asked.

"Give me a few more hours before you start pushing my buttons, Winchester."

"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" Dean growled.

"It means keep your mouth shut and just keep driving so I won't say anything I will regret later on," I snapped.

Dean was about to say something but Sam put his hand on his brother's shoulder, stopping him before another exploding match.

"Stop," Sam said, "It's done."

He looked at me from the review mirror. "The important thing is we all got out. We need to keep it on the low for a few days until things calm down a bit."

I sighed, crossing my arms as I stared out the window.

I couldn't know for sure, but I had a feeling that Sam was still staring at me.

"If you're still looking at me, Samuel, take a picture. It'll last longer," I said.

I heard Sam huff and the sound of his seat moving a bit, proving that my theory was correct.

After a few hours of complete silence, I noticed that Dean turned into a driveway. As we got on the dirt road, old cars began to line up.

What were we doing in a scrap yard?

"Where is this?" I asked, finally breaking the silence.

Dean chuckled. "Surprised you don't recognize the place," he said.

He pulled up in front of a house that was right at the end of the road. Dean then turned around and looked at me. I tuned out my abilities after our argument, but I started to notice that his mood changed from irritated to calm.

"Does the name Bobby Singer ring a bell?" he asked.

Wait...

Bobby Singer...Bobby Singer...

I tried really hard to picture the individual but I couldn't. Was it someone I knew as a kid?

Dean and Sam both exited the car and I followed shortly after. The front door of the house opened and a man stepped out. He looked to be your average car mechanic but knowing the situation we were in, this was another hunter.

It then hit me like lightening.

THAT'S Bobby Singer.

I remember now!

John and him used to team up in some hunts along with my parents when dealing with vengeful spirits. It's just been so long since I last saw him or heard the name that I couldn't put two and two together.

I stood there in complete shock as Dean and Sam spoke to Bobby. I slowly began to approach them until Bobby's attention was finally on me.

He studied me with caution and with suspicion. I knew he didn't recognize me but last time he saw me, I was only around 10 or 11 years old.

He turned to Dean who just smirked.

"What? You came all the way out here to introduce me to a girl?" Bobby said.

Sam chuckled and looked at me, a smile right across his face.

"Bobby, this is Sarah," he said, "Sarah Walker."

Bobby got wide eyed as soon as Sam mentioned my name. He did a double take before gazing at me with surprise.

I smiled at him. "Hey, Bobby," I said, "It's been too long."

He walked up to me, still in disbelief that I was standing right in front of him. He finally smiled and I saw some tears building up in his eyes.

"Damn right it's been too long," he said, "Last time I saw you...I remember you were just a little girl."

I found myself tearing up a bit as well before Bobby pulled me into a hug.

"Stop it, please," I said while chuckling, "You're making me cry now."

Bobby just scoffed but continued to cry a bit. Letting me go from the hug, he took one good look at me. "Give this old man a break," he said, "It's...it's so good to see you."

"You, too," I said as I wiped my tears away.

Bobby did the same and turned around to Sam and Dean. "You've managed to track her down," he said.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah well...we needed her help. Plus, Sam here missed her a little too much."

Sam looked at Dean. "Don't act like you didn't miss her as well."

Dean shrugged. "Okay, fine you got me there."

We all shared a little laugh. Bobby then announced that he was just wrapping up cooking today's dinner and to "go inside before I eat it all myself."

When I got to the door, Dean stopped me from entering.

"Listen...the arguing in the car...that got..."

"We'll talk about it a bit later, Dean," I said, "But I'm okay now. I'm not angry anymore."

He nodded and gave me a small smile before we headed inside.

At the dinner table, Bobby caught me up on everything that has happened while I was away. I told him where I've been all this time and how Sam and Dean got me out of hiding.

"I heard about your folks," he said, "I'm so sorry that they didn't make it."

"Thanks. A lot of the medium and psychic community knew the day was coming. We just didn't know when."

"Yeah, well, now the entire community is underground, both literally and figuratively, as far as I know," Bobby said, "I'm surprised that you came out of your hiding place."

"I can't spend the rest of my life running from this. Plus, I was chasing my family's past...something that I don't think I'll ever find out."

I looked at Sam and Dean, giving them a small smile. "I did miss these two. Not going to pass up an opportunity to see them again."

"Oh stop. You're making me blush," Dean said jokingly.

Bobby chuckled. "Well, it's good to have you home, kid," he said, "These two need a level headed woman to keep them in line."

"Hey, I'm level headed," Sam protested, "Dean is the one that needs to be kept on a leash sometimes."

"I'm sorry, who did Dad ask to protect?" Dean said, "I believe it was me protecting you, little brother."

"Always gotta play the 'I'm the older one' card," Sam scoffed.

Bobby agreed to let us stay over for the next few weeks until things began to calm down. He encouraged us to not hunt for a bit for the time being as he was nervous that cops would be looking in this area among neighboring states.

I unpacked my stuff from my suitcase in my room when I heard a knock on the door. "Door's unlocked."

It was Dean.

"Everything okay in here?" he asked while entering the room.

"Yep," I said, "Just unpacking some stuff. I'll keep some things in the suitcase, though, just in case for some reason we need to dip."

"Good idea."

The room was silent for what felt like an hour, minus the sound of the floor creaking while I put some stuff away.

"Listen...Sarah...about earlier...I'm sorry that we didn't tell you about the warrants," he said.

I turned to look at him. "What about the FBI?" I asked.

"That we just found out about. We both didn't know that they were on our tails as well."

I sat down on my bed while Dean took the nearest desk chair to sit on.

"So I guess that was also a surprise for you guys as well."

"Yep. Agent who's after us is Victor Henriksen. He...seems to have some kind of grudge against us Winchesters."

"What do you mean?"

"Well...before you called the bank phone, he was the one we were talking to," Dean explained, "He seemed to know Dad, and well...the way he spoke about him, it doesn't seem like the both of them were meeting up to play pool and shotgun beers on weekends."

"Nah, I don't think so either. So? We're laying low for a few days until it's safe to move around?"

"Just about," Dean said, "But we can make good use of this opportunity. Bobby, Sam and I can start training you a bit to refresh your memory so you're not stuck at the next motel while Sam and I go on to find this yellow eyed bastard."

"I still can't believe its back. Why did it even come back?"

"Beats me," he said, "But if we asked it that, we all know that we wouldn't be able to see if it was just busting our balls or telling the truth."

I nodded and got back up. "Hopefully we'll find out soon and put a stop to it. I'm actually going to go talk to Sam for a bit. Where is he?"

"He's downstairs, nose deep into some book," Dean said, "Nerd."

I chuckled before giving him a playful smack on the arm. "Says the one who likes to quote Star Wars."

The floorboards creaked as I went downstairs. Sure enough, I found Sam in the living area, nose deep in a book as Dean said. I gave a little knock on the archway and Sam turned to me.

"Oh, hey," he said, "I thought you were going to bed."

I shook my head. "I wanted to unpack and come talk to you for a bit. Mind if I join you on the couch?"

"Oh! Sure!" he said as he quickly got his legs off the couch. Sitting down next to him, I looked down at the floor. I felt my cheeks heat up a bit before I finally said something.

"Sam, I..." "Sarah, I..."

We both chuckled. "Sorry," I said, "You go first."

"No...it was just...I'm sorry for not telling you about the police," he said, "But I promise you, Dean and I had NO IDEA about the FBI."

"Dean explained to me what happened. I believe you both about the FBI. I just wish you told me about the warrants."

"I know, I know. We both just thought...well that you wouldn't want to come back if you knew."

I scoffed. "Wow, have we really been that apart for too long for you to not know me that well, Sam?"

I moved a little closer to him. "Look, I know what life of a hunter is like. If you would've told me from the start, I wouldn't have cared. Yeah, I may have questioned it but if you both explained it, I would still come. Sam, I just don't like being kept in the dark about important information."

Sam nodded in understanding. "I know. It wasn't a good move on our part. I really am sorry."

I smiled. "I know. Thank you."

Sam smiled back and my heart began to flutter a bit. He had such a beautiful smile, enough to brighten up an entire room. I felt my cheeks heat up a bit, but thankfully my mind wasn't going in the gutter this time and that my hormones were in check.

"Anyways, what are you reading?"

"Oh, um," he said, "It's book on symbols."

"What for? Was there something at the bank you and Dean found?"

"No. I've been looking over Dad's book and...I came across something that I just can't seem to find."

Sam took out a piece of paper and unfolded it. The picture looked like a bunch of jumbled up drawings.

"It's an illusion picture. There's more than one drawing in this, you know like those 'find this item' puzzles?"

I nodded. "Let me take a look."

Sam handed me the picture. Looking over it, I began to notice each picture were a bit detailed. One picture had a baby riding a horse with the sun behind him, while another had a picture of a woman in bed crying with swords right next to her.

Seeing more pictures, I knew exactly what this was.

"Sam, how much do you know about Tarot?" I asked.

"Um...it's cards...but not a whole lot," he said, "Why?"

I handed him back the picture and ran back upstairs to grab my tarot deck. The deck belonged to my mother and I took it with me everywhere I went.

Running back down the stairs, I quickly opened up the deck and looked at the picture while searching for the right card. Once I laid the cards out on the table, I took the picture back from Sam.

"It's not a symbol. It's a collection of pictures found in tarot cards."

I pointed to the baby on the horse. "This one right here? That's 'The Sun.' When doing a reading it means good fortune, or that the person is on the right path."

I picked up the card and showed it to Sam. "See? It's almost a match to the drawing."

"Why does it look so different from the card, though?" he said.

"Tarot cards have been redesigned for centuries. However, they usually have one feature on them that lets us know which one it is."

I put down the Sun card and picked up the one with the lady crying in bed next to swords.

"This is the Nine of Swords. It's associated with anxiety and guilt when doing a reading. However, the drawing..." I pointed to where the Nine of Swords was, "...it's upside down. Cards that come out upside down usually mean the opposite, and in this case, Nine of Swords reversed means acceptance of a traumatic situation."

"So what do you think this drawing means in this case?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, but I'm guessing your dad or another hunter knew someone who was a reader. I've never heard of anyone in the community who used tarots as some kind of code."

I was about to pack up my cards but Sam stopped me.

"Then let's see if we can crack the code."

BANG

I jumped up from my sleeping position. The noise was right next to my ear and I swear I was close to having a heart attack. I quickly grabbed one of the pokers from the fireplace and pointed it to where the culprit was.

"Woah woah woah, sleeping beauty! Calm down!" Dean said, throwing his hands up in the air.

I sighed in relief and put the poker down. "The hell, Dean? You know I am trying to stay alive for the next few years."

"Sorry, but you know I couldn't help it," Dean said with a sly smirk.

I rolled my eyes and looked over to the couch. Despite the loud bang, Sam was still passed out. I would say he looked peaceful asleep but he was snoring a bit and the position he was in looked super uncomfortable.

I was going to wake him up gently but Dean beat me to the couch. He pushed Sam off it and Sam landed with a thud.

"Rise and shine, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed.

Sam groaned and rubbed his eyes. "Damn it, Dean. That wasn't funny when we were younger and it certainly isn't funny now."

"Well, I did slam a large book next to Sarah's ear, she jumped up and we were speaking a bit loudly. Yet you seemed to sleep right through that, so...had to do it that way."

Sam got up and sat back on the couch, still trying to wake up. "I swear, if you broke any bones, I will make it ten times worse for you."

"And I will gladly help," I said, "May also slam a bunch of books by your ear until you go deaf, Dean."

"Alright, fiesty pants," he said, "Points made. Anyways, what were you two doing down here? I figured you'd both want to be asleep in nice comfy beds that weren't to be found at shit motels."

"We didn't even know we fell asleep," Sam said, "Sarah and I were trying to crack some kind of code I found in Dad's book."

"Code?" Dean said.

Sam passed along the drawing to Dean, who looked super confused after looking it over.

"Okay, so...a bunch of mumbo jumbo drawings," he said, "The artist trying to be Picasso or something?"

"No," I said, "Those drawings are symbols."

I gestured to the tarot cards on the table. "They are all found in tarot cards. They're specific ones as well. Some cards you can find in the drawing and others you can't."

"We think it may be trying to state a location," Sam said.

"What, like coordinates?" Dean said.

"Yes. Sam and I thought at first the symbols gave some hint on the location," I said, "But we kept reaching dead ends. However, tarot cards have one thing in common that never changes no matter how many times they are updated."

I picked up the nine of swords and showed it to Dean. "The numbers remain the same, so we think that this individual is using these numbers to give us coordinates."

"Well, why are they using tarot cards for this?" Dean asked.

"Lorraine thought it may be the mediums and psychics who survived the demon attack two years ago," Sam explained, "We did find the coordinates, but...you saw us. We fell asleep before we could look at the map."

Dean handed me the nine of swords card back and I began to clean up the table. "Well, we still can't go anywhere for a bit," he said, "But once things settle down, we can check it out."

"Yes, but if we do go, I'll do all the talking," I said, "Mediums and psychics have been cautious on who they let in and out so there may be a good chance we'll be greeted with guns in our faces."

"Aw, but I thought that hunters and you guys had something special," Dean said with a bit of a playful pout.

"They still have a good relationship with hunters," I said, ignoring Dean's comment, "But with what happened two years ago...they have to be careful or there may be a chance we'll loose more people."

"Well, we have some time," Sam said, "I'll start looking for the coordinates."

"I'll help," I said walking to Sam.

Dean grabbed my arm, "Hey hey. As much as I know you wanna cozy up to my little brother, we got work to do."

"We do?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as I blushed a little bit on his comment regarding Sam.

"Yes, we do. Your training starts today. We can't have you defenseless, Sarah, like you said before. You're with hunters now, and you have to become one of us."

I looked over to Sam who just nodded his head. "He's right," Sam said, "I'll be able to find the coordinates myself. I'll catch up a bit later to help with training."

As much as I hated to admit when Dean was right, he was in this case. I do not remember a whole lot of techniques after going into hiding, and while my parents could've kept the training up, when a medium and psychic's powers are awakened, they are the most vulnerable to the darkness that lurks in this world.

"Okay, let's do it," I said, "But do NOT expect me to call any of you yo-yo's Yoda or some stupid nickname."

Six Weeks Later

Training was a bitch to do. I'm surprised that all of my limbs are still in tact.

It was pretty much like a boot camp, minus the angry drill sergeants. Sam, Dean and Bobby were really patient with me. The thing that made it like a boot camp was the demanding hours.

I had to wake up early to go with Sam to work on endurance. We would go on jogs that eventually turned into runs and finally sprints. It was way too early for me to do it and I would often complain to Sam, begging him to allow me to do it during the evenings, but he said exercising in the morning will get better results.

After the run and breakfast, Dean and Bobby would show me how to dissemble and reassemble guns. I would be timed on how quickly I could reassemble each gun and when I began to be proficient enough to assemble them one at a time, Dean lined up the guns and I had to assemble all of them in that line.

I believe my record was 15 guns assembled in 20 seconds by the time the six weeks was up.

I wish I could say that was the end of my training, but unfortunately, there was more. I had to relearn how to shoot, I practiced my demon trap drawings, then Dean and Sam showed me how to physically fight in the case that no weapons were available and I had to use hand to hand combat.

Sam at one point wanted to confiscate my sweets, but I was NOT having that.

"Sam Winchester, you have me waking up at the crack of ass to run, then it's assembling weapons, and even more physical activity! If you take away this as well, I swear to God I will NOT hesitate to give you a concussion right here, right now."

He pretty much dropped it after that, mainly because I grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back and pinned him up against the wall.

When the six weeks was up, I was pretty much stronger than I was before. Looking in the mirror, I could see on my stomach that abs were beginning to form and my arms looked a little like I was able to lift anything.

I pretty much looked as fit as Sharon Stone did in Total Recall. A lot of critics thought she looked too muscular in that film, but I thought she looked hot.

I looked at my tattoo, admiring on how well it turned out. In between training, Bobby bought over a tattoo artist whose parents were hunters to tattoo the anti-possession mark on my upper left chest. Sam and Dean said it would protect me from demons just as much as the physical charms. I was a bit skeptical on getting one but seeing as how small the charms were, they could easily get lost or destroyed. Plus, Sam and I were the most vulnerable with these demons because of our abilities.

Sam, Dean and I put our stuff in Dean's car, ready to hit the road again. The coordinates that Sam and I found weeks before were near the Texas and Louisiana stateline. Bobby said this was done so those who practiced voodoo could hide alongside the mediums and psychics in Texas.

That confirms my first theory, which is we may be walking into a hiding spot. They'll immediately know that I'm trustworthy but they may be hesitant on Sam and Dean...especially Sam.

Hopefully there won't be too much trouble.

"Is that the last of the bags?" I asked as Dean walked out with one final duffle bag.

"Yep," he said as he threw the bag into the trunk.

"Well, looks like you three got it from here," Bobby said.

Sam approached Bobby and gave him a firm handshake. "Thank you, again, Bobby," he said, "We appreciate it."

"Just don't have the feds come sniffing around here, kid," Bobby said, "But if you all need anything, I'm just a phone call away."

Dean also gave Bobby a firm handshake. As for me, well, I pulled him into a hug. He was a bit caught off guard by this but he hugged me back.

"It's so good to finally see you, Bobby," I said.

"You, too kiddo," he said as we broke apart, "Your parents would've been so proud of you...seeing how strong you've become."

I gave a shy smile and he pat me on the shoulder.

"Thank you Bobby," I said.

He looked at the three of us and began to walk off.

"Let me know how it goes," he said.

We all waved one final goodbye and got into the car. Dean started the engine and Sam got the map out.

I adjusted myself in the backseat and Dean looked back at me. "So...lone star state, ma'am?" he said in his worst cowboy accent.

I smiled. "Let's do it."