When we reached Texas, the weather immediately changed from warm to EXTREMELY hot. Temperatures were almost to the hundreds and we couldn't take one step outside without breaking into a sweat.

We tried to stock up on some water, but a lot of the shelves at the grocery stores and gas stations were completely empty. The ones we did find, though, we did our best to not take too much as we knew that other people needed the water more than we did.

Every motel's A/C was not working, so staying in one of those was out of the question. We all opted to sleep for the night in Dean's car. The A/C wasn't perfect but some cool air was better than nothing.

We eventually reached the coordinates and thank God it was near a river (the Sabine River if we want to get specific).

While Sam and Dean cooled off for a bit, I started to search the area for any clues that may lead us to the entrance for the hide out. Unfortunately, the only real clue I could get was finding an energy pattern that only other psychics and mediums will be able to recognize. I was able to track it down, but I kept hitting a dead end.

I sighed and sat down in the grass, frustrated that I could not find the entrance. Sam and Dean returned shortly after I gave up, drying off their faces with their hands.

"Any luck?" Dean asked.

"No," I said, "I know they're here somewhere but...it's almost like some kind of invisible room...if that makes sense?"

"You think maybe we did the coordinates wrong?" Sam suggested.

"Even if that was the case, Bobby said that there is a hideout around here. Either way, we're near...something."

"Didn't you go to one of these hideouts when your powers started to show?" said Sam.

"Yes but I wasn't aware there was more than one. The one I went to was around Massachusetts, not too far from Salem."

"Wait...your people and witches...friendly?? When the hell did that happen?" Dean said.

I chuckled. "No, Dean. A few of the people who were tried in the Salem Witch Trials weren't witches at all. They did have our abilities but the people at the time associated them with witches. So, the psychics and mediums created a hideout and when the trials began to fade out, some of them connected with those who were executed and helped them cross to the other side."

I shook my head and looked down at the ground. "I just...I'm stumped, and you know how much I hate that."

Sam sat down next to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I swear I stopped breathing for a second by the sudden contact, but I knew I had to keep it together.

"Don't worry, we'll find it," Sam said.

"Maybe you can find where the energy pattern is the strongest and we'll take a look?" Dean said.

"I mean...I'm practically sitting on it right now," I said, "I had to cut it off real quick because the energy is just giving me a massive headache."

I placed my hand down on the ground to get up when all of the sudden, I felt a huge jolt go up my arm. It didn't hurt, but it took me by surprise.

I shrieked and jumped up, both boys quickly helping me get up. I went right into Sam's arms, my heartbeat racing at 500 mph. The three of us looked to the ground where I felt the jolt, finding that a staircase has appeared out of nowhere.

I looked up at Sam, realizing what we were doing and quickly got out of his embrace. My face felt really hot and I knew I was blushing a bit. This was too embarrassing.

I cleared my throat and nodded my head to the staircase. "I...uh...that certainly wasn't there before."

"No it wasn't," Dean said, "So uh...what happened that made you practically throw yourself at Sam?"

Sam turned to Dean with a look that pretty much said, "shut the hell up." Looking at Sam, I saw his face. He was also red, as if he was blushing a bit.

Did he feel just as embarrassed as I was?

I ignored Dean's comment and said, "When I put my right hand on the ground, I felt a jolt go up my arm. Kind of like electrical shock but...it didn't hurt. I just was surprised by it."

"Well, it looks like the coordinates were right. You or any one of these people were just the key," Dean said, "Anyways...ladies first?"

I nodded and took my flashlight out of my satchel bag. The energy got REALLY strong, but thankfully nothing negative. That would be concerning.

"I'm not feeling anything dangerous," I said, "We should be okay."

I began to walk down the stairs and Sam and Dean followed closely behind me. The lights were REALLY dim, making it harder to see what was ahead of us.

As we got further down the steps, I turned to Sam and Dean. They both looked at me confused.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked.

I gave them a smirk and held the flashlight under my face. "Stay close to the candles," I said in my worst Transylvania accent, "The stairway can be...treacherous."

There was a moment of silence before Dean bursted out laughing. Sam, however, looked confused as hell.

"Young Frankenstein, Sam?" I said.

Sam thought for a second before he chuckled, realizing where the quote came from.

"Sorry," I said, "It was too easy."

I turned back around and continued to walk down the stairs. When Dean calmed down a bit, he and Sam continued following me.

"Interesting joke there, Sarah," Dean said while chuckling.

"Eh, tend to do that when I'm a little nervous," I said.

"What are you nervous about? These are people you're connected to," Sam said.

"That may be the case, but I don't know how long these people have been hiding out down here. They get hesitant when it comes to outsiders, even when they know I'm one of them, like I said at Bobby's."

We finally reached the end of the stairs and began walking down a large hall. There was no where else to go but forward.

Sam caught up to me a bit, walking right next to me. I don't know if he thought I was nervous or what, but next thing I knew, he took my hand and held it in his hand.

I was caught off guard by this and Sam seemed to be surprised by this sudden action as well.

"Sorry...just...thought you may wanted a bit of comfort..." Sam stuttered.

"Oh...no it's fine."

We eventually reached a door at the end. However, I immediately halted, feeling a presence coming close.

"What-" Sam said.

"Shhh."

I let go of Sam's hand while Dean looked confused by why we were stopping. I held my finger up to my lips, signaling them to keep quiet. Walking pass them, I felt the presence coming close. It was almost like it was coming above me...

Before the figure could jump on me, I moved out the way and grabbed their shirt, pinning them against the wall with their hand behind their back, twisted. I calmed down their mind a bit before speaking.

"You should know better than to sneak up on someone who can sense the prescene of others very easily."

The individual stopped struggling and turned around to look at me as I let him go. He looked at me with a mix of confusion and suspicion, eyeing me up and down to see if I was trustworthy.

"Let me see your hand," the man said, holding his hand out.

I nodded and took his hand. He put his other hand over mine and just stood there. "Look directly at me."

"Oh what the hell is this..." Sam said under his breath.

"Sam, calm down," I said, looking at him, "This man has Insight abilities. He can see a person's memory in their mind's eye."

Sam just rolled his eyes while Dean just watched in fascination.

I turned back to look at the man and looked directly into his eyes. I don't know what he'll be able to see as I can't choose what memories to show him. However, as he continued to look at me, I saw his eyes go from concentration to sadness.

He finally let go of my hand and broke his gaze from me, blinking a few times. "Your parents didn't make it," he said.

I shook my head.

"My condolences," he said, "Anyways, I'm sorry about that random attack. We need to be careful."

"I understand. Anyways...I'm Sarah. Sarah Walker."

I held out my hand and the man took it, giving me a formal handshake.

"I'm Taron," he said.

Taron looked over and eyed both Sam and Dean. "And who are these two? We normally don't get outsiders."

"They're hunters."

Taron looked back at me in surprise. "You mean..." He turned back to Sam and Dean, "Demon hunters?"

Dean took a few steps to Taron, holding out his hand. "That's correct," he said, "I'm Dean Winchester. This is my brother, Sam."

"Wait...Winchester...you both are John's boys?" he asked.

"Y-yeah how do you know that?" Sam asked.

"He was a frequent visiter here," Taron explained, "I haven't met him but he was pretty popular among us. We have been wondering where he is."

Sam sighed. "Well...he's dead...he passed away a few months back."

"Oh I am so sorry," Taron said, "He was a good friend to a lot of the others. I'm sure they will be saddened to hear the news."

"Yeah, well...glad to see he helped a few people," Dean said.

Taron looked back to me. "You've known these boys for a while?"

I nodded. "Pretty much my entire life," I said, "We grew up together as my parents helped John out a lot."

"I see. Well...what brings you three down here?"

"John had the coordinates that pinpointed this location. We just wanted to see if there were any other survivors from the last attack."

Taron shook his head. "Yeah, there are, but not a lot. It was...pretty much a blood bath when the demons came for us. There used to be over a hundred of us that would come here to meet up. Now? There's about fourteen."

"My God," Sam said in surprise.

"Demon bastards," Dean scoffed.

"Well," Taron said, "It's good to know there may be more survivors. Shall I take you three in the common area to meet everyone before figuring out your next move?"

I nodded. "That would be great," I said with a smile.

We walked towards the door and once it was opened, we got into the common area, which was practically almost like a large living room. There were so many chairs, couches, some TVs...it was so spacious.

The people in the area looked up to see who entered, but were taken by surprise when they saw three complete strangers. I felt the energy in the room shift from calm to nervousness.

"Everyone, these are not intruders," Taron announced, "These are guests. This is Sarah Walker, and these two men are Sam and Dean, John Winchester's sons."

We were welcomed with opened arms at the hideout. They said we can come and go as many times as we wished and we even got our own rooms.

The whole hideout looked like it was ripped right out of the Harry Potter books: spacious rooms, a huge shelf with a bunch of books in the common area along with a fireplace, and overall...just a "homey" feeling.

The books in the common area were religious texts along with books for psychics and mediums. Sam was really excited seeing the books as it meant more research opportunities before we hit the road again. Dean, meanwhile, was too busy trying to get the attention of one of the women in the hideout named Rosemary. Her attention, however, wasn't on Dean. Instead, she had her eyes set for Sam. I knew because every time I caught her looking at him, Sarah would bite her lip and I could feel her feelings of lust and arousal while she stared.

I hated being jealous, especially when it came to someone who wasn't in a relationship with me. However, watching Rosemary talk to Sam while she gave him the "take me to bed" eyes, the green eyed monster took a hold of me. I eventually started locking eyes with her and began to manifest my jealous emotions. It seemed to get her to back off every time I entered the room, but God knows how many times she tried to get Sam alone when I wasn't there.

I know I wasn't playing fair, and a part of me felt bad for doing this, but Sam...I wanted him.

Dean knew how I was feeling about this and even tried to convince me to tell Sam how I felt, but I would tell him no. Even if Sam felt the way I felt, nothing would be done and he would do everything he could to push me away.

I've been rejected before, but when it came to Sam...the thought of him breaking my heart tore me apart. It was embarassing a bit because I know I didn't need to be with Sam and that I could go through life without him. I just didn't want to, and the line between "need" and "want" felt like they were getting blurry as time went by.

Taron and I wounded up becoming good friends. He told me he started coming to the hideout more often after he realized he was gay. Eventually, his parents found out after catching him kissing one of his schoolmates and kicked him out. In return, though, his parents were banished from the hideout and any other location where the community meets up.

I wounded up being more open about being bisexual and coming out when I was around 14, first to Sam and Dean, then eventually my parents.

"How did they take it?" he asked.

I shrugged. "I mean...they didn't care either way. The important thing for them was to get my powers under control and to keep me safe."

Taron nodded. "Can I ask...what happened after they died?" he asked.

My cheeks grew a bit red. This was a rough time for me but I never told anyone about this time period. Sam and Dean didn't even know about this because I felt too embarassed and I was afraid of the judgement (even though they are the last people in this world to judge me).

"Well...I went through a huge period of grief for about a year. I knew someone from the community who lived in England, and...I wanted to get a fresh start, so I went to live there for a bit. Eventually...me and the woman started a sexual relationship. She was my first time and...well I started to develop feelings for her after 2 months but she didn't feel the same way."

I felt myself tearing up a bit but I tried to keep them hidden. "The next few months, after I broke it off with her, I began to engage in other sexual relationships. They made me feel loved, but only temporarily. I tried to keep any romantic feelings from developing...but they kept coming. I got rejected twice by my first two lovers...so my next five...when the feelings would come...I would leave them without explanation. I know, shit move on my part, but I...I just didn't want to be rejected again. I couldn't handle that on top of my grief."

Tears spilled down my face and Taron used his finger to wipe them away. He kept quiet while he did this, wanting to see if I wanted to continue.

"After the sixth person...I decided that I was done trying...so I went to work. I've been wanting to find out more about my family history anyways so I began to travel around Europe. I wounded up becoming a traveling Tarot Card reader and helped some haunted places get some ghosts out. It's...basically how I made money. My parents left me a good sum when they died but not enough to stay in one place. I felt horrible using my abilities to get money...but I felt like I had no other choice."

"Some of us make a living doing those," he said, "Why do you feel bad about it?"

"I just...it feels wrong. I have no issue with others doing it, but I would much rather do it for free because the souls of those who are trapped here on Earth still need help crossing over...I don't think I should charge money to help the living get the dead out of their house, if that makes sense."

"No I get what you mean," Taron said, "Unfortunately...the world we live in...money is priority. Anyways...on a lighter note...I see that you have a little thing for one of your hunter besties."

Taron grinned while I playfully shoved him. "Shut it. How do you even know that if that was the case?"

"Hon, it is SO painstakingly obvious," he said, "The way you look at Sam...it's Sam you like right?"

I blushed really hard when he bought this up. "I plead the fifth."

"Knew it," he said with a laugh, "For a while I thought it may have been Dean since you both are a lot alike...but..."

"Hell no!" I said, gagging a bit, "Jesus...why do some people think it's Dean and put that image in my head!"

"I'm just saying, you both are really fiesty," Taron said, "But, no. You and Dean...I think someone would have to die if you two got together."

"Yes, and it's certainly not going to be me," I said, "And honestly...I love Dean but...not in the way people think. He's...like an older brother. I was an only child so Dean and Sam, whenever my parents would meet up with John, were the closest I had to siblings back then. As time went on, Dean became just as protective of me as he was with Sam."

"So...what made you realize the feelings you had for Sam were different?" Taron asked.

I rolled my eyes. He's never going to let this down, is he?

"If you tell Sam any of this, I will not hesitate to beat the shit out of you."

Taron shook his head and chuckled while holding his hands up in surrender.

"Sam...I used to see him like how I see Dean. Because Sam is closer in age to me, him and I always spent more time together. He was kept in the dark longer than I was about the hunting, though, and for a while, I was forbidden to tell him about what his father and my parents did. John wanted Sam to have at least some kind of childhood...something Dean couldn't get because of...what he saw..."

It's still hard to imagine what Dean went through, seeing his own mother get killed, while Sam never knew his mother.

"So...after a while, Sam found out. I wasn't there at the time because my folks were doing another case, but Dean said that Sam found John's journal one Christmas and read it. The next time we met, he was a little mad that I didn't tell him, but I was still very little so he couldn't hold it against me. Eventually, I told him about what my parents do and how eventually I was going to have the abilities."

"What did he say after that?" Taron asked.

I chuckled. "He asked me if that made me an X-Men. I didn't know what he was talking about so I just looked at him funny...at least that's what Sam tells me."

I started to laugh a bit as did Taron. Looking back, that was a pretty Sam response.

"Anyways...after Sam found out more and began to learn hunting, he started to grow...distant from everything...except for me. He would come to my motel room if I was with my parents while they were helping John and we would just talk. He told me how he didn't want to do this. He wanted a sense of...normalcy. I was honest and told him that I wasn't sure how he was going to achieve that, but I understood what he meant. It's almost like when I hear others talk about our community. I hear people wish they were a medium, that they can see the dead. What they don't understand is that what I can do...I've seen things no other human being should see. So...those nights we started to sneak out and just hang out and talk about life, I began to start developing a crush on him. I was 13 and he was 15. I mainly kept it to myself as I thought that like Dean, Sam only saw me as a little sister."

"What happened after that?" Taron asked.

"When I turned 15, my abilities were awakened, and they were really hard to control. I began seeing the dead everywhere I went and my empathic abilities were causing everyone around me to have extreme mood swings as I was unknowingly manifesting them. My parents and I went into hiding at the hideout in Salem to help control my abilities. We did get to say goodbye to Dean, Sam and John...but saying goodbye to Sam was really hard. I knew at that time he was planning to leave for college, something that he didn't tell Dean or John yet, and I was scared that I was never going to see him again. I wasn't allowed to contact anyone when I went into hiding for our safety...because we knew about the upcoming attack. We just didn't know when it was going to be."

"It came as a surprise for a lot of us," Taron said, "But we knew it was inevitable. We just...we thought that as time went on, the attack wasn't going to happen. We didn't want to put the hunters in danger, though."

I nodded. "I just have a feeling...that the attacks were only the start."

"They were. But anyways...what made Sam come back to hunting?"

"His girlfriend from college...she was killed the same way his mother was killed. Plus, John went missing for a while and Dean was struggling to find him."

"What made him contact you?"

"Dean was originally trying to contact my parents. But...I saved their phones just in case someone they knew tried to reach out to them. Dean was noticing an increase in demon activity while he and Sam hunted, so he wanted to bring my parents back on board to help detect any dangerous entities. Well...we all know how that turned out, and now here I am."

"And the rest is history," Taron joked, "Well...you three certainly have been through a lot...I do have to ask...are you going to tell Sam how you feel?"

I rolled my eyes. "Jesus Christ, you sound like Dean. I don't know yet. Sam...he's still hurting from loosing Jess and I can tell he has this wall put up. I don't need my abilities to work on him for me to know that he's hurting. Plus...I can't handle the rejection again. I don't want to deal with another broken heart."

"Who says he'll break your heart?" he asked, "Maybe he'll feel the same way."

"Even if he did feel...something for me, he'll push me away. Sam...he doesn't let anyone get too close to him like most hunters."

"But...you both deserve to be happy at least," he said, "Look, I may have only met you, Dean and Sam not too long ago, but I see the way Sam also looks at you when you aren't looking. I also have seen him once or twice push Rosemary away, firmly telling her that he isn't interested. Whenever you come in the room, though...it's like...he perks up, like you have a glow that only Sam can see."

I never realized that Sam would go out of his way to talk to me, but looking back, I realized that Taron was right.

I was about to say something but there was a knock on my room door. "Door's open," I said.

Dean came rushing in frantically, grabbing a nearby bag and ordering me to pack up.

"We got a lead," Dean said, "And this one...we need to get to it fast before more people get hurt."