Title: The Heart of a Guardian

Summary: Kaylee McGrath is a psychic. Not one of Yellow Eyes', but a real psychic like Missouri. When she has a premonition of Sam and Dean dying of a car crash, she intervenes and meets up with the boys, offering her services into saving innocent lives on one hell of a road trip. (Sam/OC)

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Just my OC.

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Chapter 1: In My Time of Dying Part 1

This was probably one of the stupidest things I've ever done in my twenty-seven years of life, but I had no choice. These two sweet boys were going to die. I had to do something so the only logical thing was to jump into my ancient green tiny Beatle bug of a car and intercept as much as I could. Otherwise I wouldn't be able to live with myself or get some sleep for that matter.

I got up early today, washed my face, brushed my teeth, did the usual morning routine, and straightened my hair. My premonitions started when I was very young. I'd tell my mother and she'd be freaked or pretended like she didn't know what I was saying to her. The next day, people would be on the five o'clock news of those that I had witness die in my dreams and I was powerless to stop it. Not this time. This time, I had my own place, I was in my own space, and I could do whatever I wanted with out judgmental eyes. I became a real psychic to the public and made it my business. It was the only thing I knew how to do. I went to school, tried college, and dropped out. Things for my future were bleak. When I could make enough on my own and I didn't have to wait tables any more I relished in my accomplishment of becoming the town psychic of Lawrence, Kansas, emphasis on the psy. I probably could've been a real good psychologist.

And I knew intervening was going to land me in the hospital, which was stupid, a very stupid thing to do, but I had to save them. I couldn't see their outcome of death, but I knew they were in trouble.

I didn't know where my premonitions came from. They didn't feel evil or anything in particular. In fact, they were more of a hindrance than a blessing.

I got into my car and gripped onto the steering wheel. Today was the day. I put on my seatbelt and stuck my key into the engine and gulped.

All I knew about these two innocents were that their names were Sam, Dean, and that they had a father named John Winchester. They were arguing in the car about some demon, something I know a little about. I got into the occult at a young age and really wished I hadn't. Fun fact, don't mess with spirits or they mess with your life. Now I'm rueful.

One of them was really tall with dark brown hair and blue eyes, Sam, and the other was rather short with a bit of blonde in his hair and green eyes, that was Dean. And then there was the scruffy and older looking man with a strong built, that was their father, John Winchester. I could see them so vividly in my mind it was like a movie.

I drove all the way to I-83, where the crash would be and waited, listening to Bad Moon Rising on the radio, until I saw the incredibly beautiful impala with its shiny wheels, and the big and heavy truck that would soon hit them in the intersection. I don't know why I thought this would be a good idea to intervene, but it sounded good in my head. Rather me dead than them because I really have no life. That's how I look at it. How I've always looked at it.

Finally, after a long time of waiting it was about to happen. I revved up my engine and pressed my foot on the gas pedal and zoomed over to intercept between the truck and the impala, getting caught in the middle and squished between two cars.

~*SPN*~