I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.

Previously on Supernatural…

Dean shrugs, "I just think we should take a break from all this. Why do we gotta get stuck with all the responsibility, you know? Why can't we live life a little bit?"

"Why are you saying all this?"

Dean shakes his head, turning away.

Sam stands up from his spot, "No, no, no, no, Dean. You're my brother, all right? So whatever weight you're carrying, let me help a little bit."

Dean turns around to face him, "I can't. I promised."

"Who?" Sam asks.

"Dad."

"What are you talking about?"

Dean looks down, "Right before Dad died, he told me something." He takes a breath, then looks at Sam, "He told me something about you."

"What? Dean, what did he tell you?" Sam asks.

"He said that he… wanted me to watch out for you… to take care of you." Dean says.

Sam shakes his head, "He told you that a million times."

Dean looks down, "No, this time was different. He said that I had to… save you."

"Save me from what?" Sam asks.

Dean shakes his head, "He just said that I had to save you, that nothing else mattered and that if I couldn't, I'd…"

"You'd what, Dean?" Sam scoffs.

"That I'd have to kill you." Dean says and Sam's brow furrows in confusion.
He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."

Sam blinks, "Kill me? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know." Dean whispers out.

"I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right?" Sam asks desperately, stepping closer, "Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Darkside or something?! What else did he say, Dean?" Sam shouts.

From the dock, Isabeau looks over, not being able to fully hear their conversation. Isabeau press her lips into a thin line in worry.

"Nothing, that's it, I swear." Dean shakes his head.

"How could you not have told me this?!" Sam shouts.

"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to."

"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me! Hell, you had no right to keep this from both of us!" Sam briefly points over to Isabeau.

Dean licks his lips, "You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!"

Sam turns and takes a few steps away, fuming, "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means."

Dean turns to him, "We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure-"

"What?" Sam lets out a bitter laugh and a smile to go with it, "That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"

"I never said that."

"Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me one day, Dean." Sam nods.

"I never said that!" Dean shouts, "Damnit, Sam, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You're immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore."

Sam says nothing, looking away from his brother, drinking his beer. Dean shakes his head, "And you're pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"

"Forget it." Sam growls out.

"Sam, please, man." Dean pats Sam's arm, making his brother face him, "Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please." Dean begs.

Sam nods reluctantly, "Better call Isabeau over." He says directing the conversation.

Dean looks down briefly before both brothers turn their attention to Isabeau.

She's turned her head away from both of her boyfriends, having heard their conversation and frowning at the lake in front of her. Isabeau winces when she hears a small ringing in her ear, "What?"

"Hello, princess." A man greets little 5-year-old Isabeau as she happily skips into his outstretched arms.

She giggles as the man lifts her up in his arms, "Hi Uncle, I missed you."

Isabeau blinks as a memory from when she was little comes and goes.

As far as she knew, she only had one Uncle, and that was Uncle C. But two times now, she's remembered two different men that she has called uncle.

Sam leaves a motel room alone, a bag over his shoulder. He walks quietly past the impala to a small black car.

He opens the door with a coat hanger, looks around, and gets in, shutting the door.

"Fancy meeting you here."

Sam jumps at the voice and then sighs in relief when he sees who's in the passenger seat next to him, "Jesus christ, Beau."

Isabeau raises her brow at him with a small smirk and her arms crossed, "Sneaking out Sam?"

Sam sighs, "Isabeau-"

She holds her hand up, stopping him, "No I am not going back to the motel room, no matter what you say. I'm coming with you."

He stares at her for a second and shakes his head, "Thank you."

Isabeau shrugs, "You are one of my boyfriends, Sam. Plus, a little peeved at Dean right now. But, you need answers, so, I'm gonna help."

Sam chuckles, leaning over to give her a quick kiss on the lips. Isabeau smiles as he pulls away, "Let's get to it, Stretch."

Sam hot wires the car and drives away.

Sam and Isabeau are standing outside a dark house, Sam holding a piece of motel stationery from The Blue Rose Motel, with an address written on it.

They approach the house cautiously.

Sam nods at Isabeau who returns the gesture, placing her hand on an exposed electrical wire. Her eyes glow a light violet before she turns into a bolt of electricity, flowing into the wiring.

Sam looks though one of the boarded up windows, looking around. He moves to the door, picking the lock and enters; the house is dark.

As he passes through the doorway he trips a wire at floor level, which triggers a grenade.

It explodes and he screams.

"Sam!" Isabeau's scream echoes and Sam's smoking boots dissolves into a flash of light.

Ava, a young woman wakes up from the vision/nightmare, gasping. The man behind her stirs, "Hey, honey?"

"Huh?" She looks over, "Oh."

"You okay?" The man asks.

"No, I just had another nightmare. It's fine, it's nothing. Just go back to sleep." Ava ressures him.

"You sure?"

"Yeah." She lies down again, still panting.

Sam and Isabeau enter the Roadhouse, and heads turn. Ellen is behind the bar, and looks up as they approach. She smiles knowingly, "Sam. BoBo."

Isabeau gives her a small wave and a smile.

"Hey, Ellen." Sam grins sheepishly, "You don't seem that surprised to see us."

"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you two." Ellen tells them. Isabeau winces. She felt bad for not telling Dean she went with Sam.

"Yeah. Figured he might."

"What's going on between you two?" Ellen asks. She glances at Isabeau who just shrugs. If Sam wanted to tell Ellen, then she was going to let him make that decision.

Sam frowns, "So, um, how's Jo?" He asks, avoiding the question.

Ellen nods, "Well, I don't really know."

Isabeau tilts her head, confused, "What do you mean?"

Ellen frowns a little, "I thought you knew?"

Isabeau shakes her head at her godmother. She still kept in touch with Jo here and there, but Jo never really told her the details of what she was up to.

"Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again." Ellen tells them.

Sam leans against the bar, "Well, what happened?"

Ellen sighs, "Well, after she worked that job with you three she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said, 'not under my roof', and she said, 'fine'."

Sam sighs, "So we're probably the last people you want to see right now."

Ellen gives a throaty chuckle, "Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you three. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault. Sam. BoBo. None of it is."

Ellen looks over at Isabeau with a smile, "Get over here, BoBo. I've missed my goddaughter."

Isabeau smiles, running around the side and behind the bar, giving Ellen a strong hug, "Missed you too."

The two pull away and Ellen turns to address Sam, ""I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself." "

Sam shakes his head, "What did happen?"

Ellen pats Isabeau's arm and shakes her head, "Um, so, why did you come here, sweetie?" She asks him.

"I need help." Sam says.

Ellen, Isabeau and Sam are talking to Ash, who is looking around furtively. "What am I looking for, Sam?" Ash asks.

"Other people, other psychics, like me. As many as possible, and I need a nationwide search." Sam says.

"But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did." Ellen says.

Isabeau sighs, speaking up, "Well, no, but some had to. Start there." She tells Ash.

Isabeau fiddles with her rosary as she leans back against the bar, next to Sam as he sips on his beer.

Ash emerges from his back room with a piece of paper in his hand. He gives it a flourish, "Done, and done."

"That was fast." Sam says, setting down his beer.

Ash sits at the bar on the other side of Sam, "Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard."

"Just tell us what you got, Ash." Ellen says, walking behind the bar.

"Four folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang." Ash explains.

Isabeau furrows her brow, "Four? That's it?"

Ash nods, "Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh, another name. Scott Carey." Ash sets down the paper and Sam grabs it.

"You got an address?" Sam asks.

Ash sighs, "Kind of. The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot four-eighty-six."

"So he's dead?"

"Killed, about a month ago."

"Killed how?" Isabeau asks.

"Stabbed." Ash looks over at her, "Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects."

Sam takes one last sip of his beer, "All right. Thank you."

He nods at Isabeau and as he gets up to leave, Ash slaps him on the back. When the two are out of eyeshot, Ash picks up Sam's half-full beer and starts drinking it.

"Where are you going?" Ellen asks them.

Isabeau glances at her, "Indiana."

"Isabeau?" Ellen stops Isabeau and Sam in their tracks, "I've gotta call Dean, I've gotta let him know where you are."

Isabeau sighs, glancing at Sam and turns to her godmother, "Ellen. We're trying to find answers about Sam… Maybe even find out what this thing wants from me in the process."

Sam places a comforting hand on Isabeau's shoulder, looking at Ellen, "And my brother means well, but he can't protect us from that. Please."

Ellen sighs and nods reluctantly.

Sam and Isabeau are sitting with Scott's father in his living room, talking. "So you say you went to high school with Scott?" Mr. Carey asks Sam and Isabeau.

"Uh, yes sir, we did. We just heard about what happened, We're so sorry." Isabeau gives her condolences.

"Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him." Mr. Carey tells them.

"What do you mean?" Sam asks.

Mr. Carey sighs, "It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares."

Sam and Isabeau exchange a knowing look, "Nightmares? Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw, or?" Sam asks.

Mr. Carey shakes his head, "No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days."

Isabeau bites her lip, "You think maybe we could see his room?"

Sam and Isabeau poke around Scott's room. The room contains a bare bed with a sleeping bag, some bookshelves covered in books and cassette tapes. On the bedside table Sam sees several bottles of pills, prescribed by Dr. George Waxler. Sam looks behind him, then pockets one bottle.

Isabeau opens Scott's closet and shoves aside the clothes to reveal a collage of yellow eyes cut out of photos or magazines, glued to the wall. Her eyes widened, "Sam… You gotta see this."

"What?" He comes over and they both stare at the collage.

Sam and Isabeau walk across the parking lot of the Blue Rose Motel. As they get to the door Isabeau senses that they're being followed.

She turns and grabs the figure behind her, shoving the person against the wall. Sam stands behind Isabeau, watching.

"Who are you?" Isabeau asks.

Ava gasps, "Please!" She begs Isabeau and looks over at Sam, "You're in danger."

Sam and Isabeau watch as Ava paces, talking somewhat frantically, "Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me."

Sam raises his hand, "All right, all right, just, just calm down. Okay? What's your name?"

"Ava." She answers.

Isabeau tilts her head, "Ava?" She purses her lips; one of her girls in her coven was named Ava.

"Ava Wilson."

Sam nods, "Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right? And this is my girlfriend, Isabeau Fitzgerald." Isabeau gives a little wave while Sam continues, "Now, you were telling us about these dreams of yours?"

Ava winces, "Uh, yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot."

"When was this?" Sam asks.

"Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." She pulls out a newspaper clipping and hands it to Sam; it reads 'LOCAL MAN STABBED TO DEATH IN PARKING LOT' next to a picture of Scott Carey. Sam takes the clipping and Isabeau leans over to look at it.

"I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one." Ava says.

Sam nods, "Okay."

"About you. I saw you die." Ava tells Sam.

Isabeau runs a hand over her face, "How did you find us?" Sam reaches his hand over, his hand, sliding underneath the back of her shirt and rubbing her skin.

Ava stutters, "Oh, uh, Sam had motel stationery, and I Googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn him. I saw you too, Isabeau. Though I'm confused about what I saw you do."

Isabeau tilts her head at Ava's last sentence.

Sam scoffs, "I don't believe this."

Ava looks away, "Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob." She turns away from them, defeated.

"Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us." Sam glances at Isabeau, "Well, me."

Ava looks back at them, "Sorry, one of, one of who?"

Sam shakes his head, "One of the Psychics. Like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So we're connected."

Ava laughs, "Okay, so, you're nuts. That's great." Ava looks at Isabeau, "You too?"

Isabeau waves her hands, "Sorry, something entirely different."

Before Ava could ask what she meant, Sam asks her a question, "Okay, okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"

"No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!" Ava exclaims.

"So you don't fit the pattern either." Isabeau points out, sharing a look with Sam.

Ava frowns at them in confusion.

Dean is driving alone, his cell phone rings and he picks up, "Hello?"

"It's Ellen." Ellen says on the other line.

"Hey, have you heard from Sam and Isabeau?" Dean asks.

"I have, but they made me promise not to tell you where they are." Ellen answers.

"Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after that kid. And I can't lose Isabeau, not again." Dean begs.

"Now Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen pauses, "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? They're in Lafayette, Indiana."

"Thanks." Dean hangs up.

"Why can't you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up?" Ava asks, sitting across from Isabeau and Sam.

Sam shakes his head, "No, I can't."

"Oh, god. Why not?" Ava groans.

"Because there's something going on here, Ava. With you, with me. I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and I've got to figure out what." Sam takes Isabeau's hand, squeezing it, "And Isabeau is involved. We don't know why or how, but…"

Isabeau sighs, "I need some answers too. So I'm sticking around."

"Okay. you know what? Screw you, buddy. Okay?" Ava points at Sam, standing up from her spot, "Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?"

She fingers her engagement ring, "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass. But if you just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth."

Ava grabs her bag, walking toward the door.

"Don't you want to know why this is happening?" Sam asks, both him and Isabeau turning to Ava, "I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth."

Ava turns around and Isabeau gets up from her spot, crossing her arms, "We need your help."

Ava is sitting in Dr. Waxler's office in a therapy session, to cover for Isabeau's mission of covert theft.

"So, Ms. Wilson, you're new in town." Dr. Waxler asks.

Ava nods, "That's right."

"And what made you decide to seek out therapy?"

Ava shakes her head, "I have no idea."

"No?" He asks.

"No. I mean, I'm feeling really super anxious right now." Ava says nervously.

Dr. Waxler nods, "Okay, anything else?"

"Um... " Ava sees Isabeau inching by on the window ledge outside, "Holy crap!"

"What?" Dr. Waxler turns to the window as a few pigeons fly off.

"I just remembered, when I was a kid, I swallowed like, eight things of pop rocks and then drank a whole can of coke, you don't think that that counts as a suicide attempt, do you?" Ava asks and Dr. Waxler stares at her.

Ava and Isabeau return to the motel room with Scott's files. Sam stands from the table where he was waiting and gives Isabeau a quick kiss on the temple before opening the files.

Ava breathes heavily, stunned.

Sam glances up at her, "Are you okay?"

"Am I okay?" Ava turns around.

Sam nods, "Yeah."

"I just helped you and Isabeau steal some dead guy's confidential psych files. I'm awesome!" She smiles, proud of her accomplishment.

Isabeau chuckles at Ava, amused. She liked this girl.

The voice recorder is sitting on the table, next to the open file folder about Scott Carey. A record from the therapy session is playing. "It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do… stuff." Scott's voice says.

"What do you mean, do stuff?" Dr. Waxler asks.

"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." Sam and Isabeau exchange a look, and Isabeau fiddles with her rosary.

Dean pulls into the parking lot in the impala. When he sees Sam through the window of his room, he sighs in relief, "Oh, thank god you're okay." He then furrows his brow; but where was Isabeau?

Sam moves aside, revealing Ava standing next to Isabeau through the window. Dean smiles when he sees Isabeau, "Thank god."

The recording continues; Sam is leaning over the table, looking more concerned as Isabeau bites her lip.

"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?" Dr. Waxler asks.

"He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change." Scott answers.

A couple of seconds pass, "He also said…" Scott pauses, "That there's a woman that he wants me to find. He wants her. He needs her." The recording ends.

Isabeau frowns at the recording as Sam looks at her. Was Scott talking about her? Why did the demon want Isabeau so badly?

"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asks.

"Yeah, I think he is." Sam says, walking over to Isabeau's side.

"Well… But how can we turn into that?"

Sam sighs, "I don't -

The window above Sam and Isabeau's head shatters as it's hit with a bullet. He dives to the floor with Ava and Isabeau, shielding their bodies with his.

"Get down!" He shouts.

"Oh my god!" Ava cries.

Isabeau pants, "What the shit?"

Across the street, Gordon is on a rooftop with a sniper rifle; he continues to take aim and fire at the motel room.

"What's happening?" Ava asks.

"I don't know." Sam grunts.

Isabeau lifts her hand, directing the bullet in the opposite direction of Sam.

As Gordon is about to take another head-shot at Sam, but Dean jumps him from behind, "Gordon!"

Dean kicks Gordon hard, then pins him down on his back, hitting him over and over again in the face. He grabs him by the collar, "You do that to my brother and girlfriend, I'll kill you!"

"Dean, wait." Gordon begs. Dean punches him a few more times, but Gordon manages to grab the rifle and slam it into Dean twice, knocking him out.

Gordon stands over Dean, panting and gushing blood from his lip.