It took the brothers a little over a day to find her; though she wasn't exactly hiding. She was sitting on a park bench in the middle of town, her eyes on a mother and child as they ran around. The child's laughter could be heard from anywhere in the park. She smiled when they fell on the grass together, her heartbreaking slightly at a life she'd never have. She slowly put the vintage black and silver camera away, and then stood up, turning to leave when she noticed Dean. He was taller than most people, had short brown hair, broad shoulders making him look intimidating in the old brown leather jacket he wore, he appeared to have at least three layers of clothing, despite the warm California day. She had been avoiding his eyes, but when she looked at his deep green eyes hiding behind his arched brows, a glare bore into her. She froze, her body unable to break his hold, and then she felt it.
A familiar white-hot pain in the middle of her forehead, it spread through her. She was unable to stay standing, her legs began to shake and soon she slumped to her knees; she could hear someone screaming, only when her throat began to burn did she realize it was herself. She closed her eyes trying to keep the light from coming in, squeezing at her temples in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Indi didn't know how to keep from succumbing to the vision, she felt the darkness slowly creeping in, unable to keep the pain down she let herself fall.
She was in that abandoned town, there were two people running behind her calling a name. There was too much going on, her mind was whirling; one of the people behind her grabbed her, shielding her from any dangers; he let his large hands overtake her dainty shoulders. "Indi I need you to think, you're no good to Sammy dead." The voice belonged to none other than Dean Winchester, he had a desperate look in his eyes yet his face showed no signs of distress, a blank mask hiding his emotions. She nodded, her mind in overdrive. He gave her one last look, and let go of her shoulders. The other person with them stayed quiet, Dean leading the way, she was in between the two as they ran toward the city center. "SAM!" Dean and the other man yelled. She turned to look at him, he was an older gentleman, he wore an old hunting vest over a long sleeved shirt -an image of a deer on the front-, his head was covered by a plain trucker's hat. When he noticed her staring he gave her a sympathetic look. They continued to search, yelling for Sam; until Dean suddenly started to run forward. She didn't know what to do so she stood there as the two men ran forward, she felt every emotion swirling through her, causing her powers to run rampant, the ground around her pitching, her eyes filling with tears, ears ringing, she had her fists clenched so tight she was surely drawing blood. None of that mattered. Sam was kneeling in Dean's arms his eyes rolled back and she could see the life leave him. The other man was off chasing something or someone. Everything was silent, her mind blank as she watched her vision from all those years ago come true. "SAAAAMMMM!" Dean yelled, his heartbreak clear. Everything around her was floating and swirling, the rocks and gravel were whizzing past her, but as soon as her knees hit the ground it all stopped, her body ice cold, there was nothing left of her.
Indi woke up in the back of a car, she kept her eyes closed not sure where she was yet. Her head was killing her, her throat was dry and she was having a hard time breathing. She couldn't remember the last time a vision hit her that hard. But then again she'd been keeping them back for almost three years, not knowing if being vulnerable around Aaron would end well. She tried to remember what she'd seen, but it was no use, the more she tried, the harder her head pounded. She opened her eyes and groaned; putting a hand to her forehead, there was a bump on it. "Hey, you okay?" Sam whispered, running his fingertips over her forehead. She focused her eyes on him, a gentle expression on his face. "What happened? Why did you black out like that? Just lay still, we're almost there." he leaned forward and tapped the driver on the shoulder, "Take the next left." She furrowed her brows at him in confusion, he smiled and said "I'm taking you home." The man up front cleared his throat, "Right, we're taking you home." Sam said, "Dean, it's the one with the green door." Her confused expression didn't leave her face. "Yes," he chuckled not even looking down at her, as Dean parked the car. He cut the engine and got out. "I remember where you live. I remember all of it now, your house, Stanford, all the road trips and late night study sessions, everything... including you saying goodbye." Sam's face hardened, his eyes dark and foreboding.
"Sam, you have to understand-" She began, her voice rough from screaming, he took his hand off her, lifting her up into a sitting position and gently pushing her toward the door. Dean held it open and helped her out, leading her towards the house. They made it about 6 steps before another blinding headache slammed into her, the vision taking over. She could hear herself screaming again, same as the last time. Someone lifted her up, hugging her to a strong chest, the world was starting to come in and out of focus. The darkness pressed in on her, until nothing.
Indi had no control over her body. She felt herself swing at Sam, he went flying into a wood fence and landed on the ground hard, breaking the fence with his back. She walked toward him just now noticing that she was in camouflage and had grown an extra foot. Lifting her leg and kicking through the rest of the fence, standing over Sam. He kicked her in the stomach, she doubled over for a second then felt another kick. He got to his feet and her fist connected with his shoulder, she could feel the bones cracking under her knuckles, hear the pop of his joints coming apart. They continued to fight until Sam knocked her unconscious.
She came to a few minutes later and got to her feet, a blinding rage filling her as she heard him yell for someone. Looking around she saw something glinting in the moonlight, knowing it was the knife they'd been using earlier in their fight. Out of instinct she dove for it. Quickly jumping to her feet and quietly sneaking up behind him. The knife in her hands plunged into his spine, the muscle and bone slicing open while blood began to pool around her grip, she pulled it out, making eye contact with an older man before she turned running away from the now wavering Sam.
"What the hell man?" Dean says he's pacing in the living room. Sam was leaning over Indi, blood slowly dribbling out of her nose. "How do you explain this, is it some freaky psychic thing?"
"I don't know." Sam gently wiped the blood from under her nose with a tissue. "I've never seen anything like this. She's usually got such great control over the visions, you can't tell when she's having them." The younger finally looked up to see that Dean was watching him. "What?" He asked, quick looking away, a deep frown etched on his young face.
"You're in love with her." Dean stated, not accusingly or angrily. Almost as if he were pointing out the color of the sky. "So, how are you going to take care of her? What are you going to do if 'Yellow Eyes' finds her?" He asked, looking at her then back to his brother. "I don't think you're ready for this."
"Don't you dare say that, not you. Aft-" Sam started.
"Sammy?" she croaked, slowly sitting up holding her head. "Go." She put her hands on Sam's chest, weakly shoving him. "You guys need to leave, now. Something's coming." She looked at him with large eyes. "I'm sorry; I don't want to do this again." She closed her eyes concentrating on Dean's mind. "Goodbye." She whispered, knowing full well that her Sammy would be gone from her again. Then she turned and looked straight into Sam's eyes. She concentrated on his mind, on the memories he had. Her heart broke to see what happened to Jess, Lori, Sara, and Madison; and seeing how much pain and anguish he'd been through. It broke her heart to take away his one shot at happiness. But she knew, if she wanted him to live, she couldn't be apart of his life.