Indi left, she'd become good at leaving everything behind. It would take Sam and Dean a while to come to an agreement about her and what she'd told them. She knew she only had a few minutes head start to get away, she'd heard how good at tracking they were. However, she had a small advantage, her psychic abilities; she'd had them since she was 12. When she was younger it came in handy. She'd use it to get out of gym class or doing her chores, she also used it on the other kids at school. It was hard for her to fit in since both her parents were dead. They'd both been caught in a freak electrical fire when she was only 5 years old. No one knew what to do with her, so they put her with her Uncle Mick, a freelance photographer in California, moving her to a whole new country in the process. He was single and had no experience with children, but they got along perfectly.
At the age of 12, she had shown promise of being a genius, her uncle tried to put her in advanced classes, tried to get her into higher grades, but she refused. Indi was afraid of being different, she had spent her entire childhood trying to fit in. Hating that she had to explain why the brown girl was living with a white man, why she had an English/Indian accent that got thicker when she was nervous, why she didn't have two parents. It didn't help that she got headaches and constant nose bleeds. She could listen to what people were thinking, she could move things with her mind, and she could even make people do what she wanted them to. It was strange for her at first, but she learned to control it. Not using it unless absolutely necessary. Never telling anyone about it, not even her Uncle Mick.
When she was 17 her Mick was driving her to the Emergency Room after she'd collapsed because her headache had gotten so bad. That was the first time she'd gotten a vision, she was too freaked out to talk. Her vision had been a young man. He was tall with broad shoulders, shaggy brown hair that fell into his eyes. He was standing alone in a large ghost town, there were no lights around him, just empty wooden structures. There was nothing around him but darkness, the light rain creating an ominous mist. She'd watched as he smiled, his face transforming into one of relief and joy. He was clearly looking at someone or something he held dear. There was a horribly squelch sound and then the smile fell, turning into a blank expression as he collapsed someone stood behind him holding a bloody knife. This one she couldn't see, only catching the glint of the knife. The young man swayed as two other men ran toward him. She watched as the light left his eyes, one man desperately clinging to the young man, that seemed to be the main focus of her dream. Then nothing, she'd opened her eyes and saw her Uncle standing in front of her.
The car ride was silent, no music, no laughter, no shouting, absolute quiet. It was eerie. Her uncle continued to give her quick, worried glances; however, he did not speak. Another round of visions started. The young man she'd seen earlier used his powers similar to her own, she had watched as he killed people, drank demon blood, pulled a hellish black smoke from a man, she watched him kill another with his mind, watching in horror as his beautiful hazel eyes turned a dark and merciless black. She never wanted to see this man, he only brought death and destruction
She couldn't help it, she started hyperventilating. Unable to breathe, as her heart was hammering away in her chest. Mick had noticed this and tried in vain to calm her down. He was so concerned with her he didn't see the red light.
He ran through it, only to be hit from the driver's side, the car was then pushed off the road and into a ditch. Mick had helped Indi out of the car; then made sure the other driver was okay. He waited until after both had been checked, then refused treatment. Just wanting to make sure she was healthy before he even thought of himself, he always put her first. It was one of the things she loved about him, that he would do anything to make her feel loved. He had been a little jumpy and would zone out occasionally, but no one thought anything of it, assuming it was just a normal reaction after a crash.
Until he fell, it wasn't like the movies; it didn't happen moments after the accident, it took days, there was nothing graceful about him falling. They'd been in the hospital for a few days, she was being discharged. He was standing next to her bed, his face a mask of panic and confusion, then suddenly it was blank, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he fell. Crumpling in on himself, his breathing sporadic, his face so pale it looked translucent. She screamed, not sure what to do, she cried for help, holding her beloved Uncle to her. The doctors came in and Mick was rushed through different tests, he was put on lists, and Indi was told all they had to do was let him wake up. He never did.
She was sent to live with her Uncle Greg and his family of six in Utah for the next year. It's not that she didn't like Greg and his family, she loved them, but Greg wasn't Mick. He didn't call her randomly in the middle of the day to remind her she was perfect, he didn't write little notes and leave them around the house for her to find. His house was bigger than Mick's, and housed four more people than she was used to. She lived there for three months before her Aunt Kathy died in a brutal bank robbery in which she was used as leverage. The men thinking they wouldn't harm an innocent civilian, Kathy was shot as soon as they made it to the car, left in the gutter like a piece of trash. Four months later there was a car accident in which two of Greg's daughters were hospitalized with major injuries, both barely escaping with their lives. Then the real tragedy struck; she had finally started to acclimate to life with Greg, it was her 18th birthday, the anniversary of both her parents and Mick's accident, her cousin Scott was driving them to a party when they got the call. There was a large house fire, Greg and his youngest (Tyler) were caught in the blaze, her cousin Tyler didn't make it, he was crushed under some debris and the burns were too much for his young body to handle. That same day her grandmother was caught in a hit and run, the trauma triggering a stroke that ultimately took her life, leaving Indi with less and less family and more and more reasons to hate her birthday. She was distraught believing the accidents were her fault and that she needed to get away from the family before something happened to the rest of them.
She moved back to California as soon as she could. Only to be given the power to choose if Mick would live or die. She knew what Mick wanted, knew what he would choose. The family helped her move into his house they'd pitched in and paid the it off for her, claiming he would be upset if she didn't get to choose what happened to the old place. Indi was thrilled to be back home, she'd moved into her old room, kept it clean, organized, and never had people over, distanced herself from her family and friends. She signed up for Stanford and majored in English, the subject her and Mick would always talk about. She had decided to minor in Folklore and Mythology; wanting to know more about her powers, learn about the things that could have caused this ability. The first day in her Culture and Beliefs class a tall, lean, shaggy-haired kid walked in, he was clearly a freshman, however he seemed older, by the way he carried himself and the haunted look in his eyes. She'd fallen for him, that first day.
His name was Sam Winchester, he was a genius, kind, and beautiful too. She could get lost in his eyes or in his stories. He would always tell her about his brother and what an amazing man he had become. He was upset the day Dean stopped talking to him, Sam thought it was his fault, but she blamed John, their father. Sam had such a big heart and took such care for all his friends, she would often find him talking to people over the phone for hours, just to check up on them. They moved into his small apartment after only six months of dating, both finding love quickly.
Indi couldn't help but feel protective of Sam, she was determined to keep him from becoming the monster she'd seen. They were together for three years, they were the typical couple. Both stubborn and strong-willed, both quick to anger; yet they worked together, always proving their love and devotion to the other. He would constantly remind her of her beauty and how much he needed her. She was always there when he was having a bad day, talking him out of his moods and reminding him he was worth more than what his father made him. She was so in love with him, thinking he was the one for her. Then came the nightmares, each time she watched as Sam was killed in that small town. Each time her heart was broken beyond repair, each time a yellow-eyed man told her to leave or she would be the cause of his death; and like a fool she listened.
She'd been honing in on her skills practicing her telepathic abilities, always aware of how far too far was. She needed to protect him and the only way was if she created him a new life. Giving him a beautiful blonde named Jessica. She thought it best to give him somewhere to channel this romantic love. She'd put them together, and altered their memories, everything Indi had done with Sam now became what he did with Jessica. She'd done such a good job pairing them together, they seemed to be made for each other. Jessica was sweet, caring, loyal, and fierce; he had no problems giving his everything to her. She watched as they shopped for rings, talked about marriage, even a family. It destroyed her. Dropping out of college, she found herself drifting from bar to bar until she found a man so different from her beloved Sam.
His name was Aaron Brokenleg. He was Native American, short, thick build, with cropped black hair; moving at a rather quick pace. They moved into his home, she got a job as a photographer, often times paying the bills so that they could stay in his house. Aaron was so focused on work and school; he never really made time for her, proving time and again that his friends were more important than her. He would disappear for days on end, never telling her what he was up to. Rarely paid for anything and would ask her to take care of him when he came back hungover and smelling of sex. Never caring about anyone but himself, she stayed because she couldn't do anything that would trigger Sam's memories, so she found someone that was the exact opposite of him, she didn't think the exact opposite would be so violent and cruel.
Aaron had just come back from one of his three day long absences, claiming he just needed to get away. That night he had a nightmare; this was the first of many to come. Indi had woken up and found him in the kitchen making tea; she looked into his mind watching his dream. There was a large owl, it had yellow eyes, the same eyes she'd seen in her dreams about Sam dying, it had pure white feathers that glistened gold at the ends, its beak was covered in blood, and there was no emotion on its face. The owl claimed to be his Cosmic Owl, that it was there to help him find his destiny, he would just need to find the man with yellow eyes and then he could be saved.
She'd asked him about it, but he would never tell her what it meant. She tried to warn him about the lore surrounding owls, but he never listened. Instead he grew angry with her, claiming she was no good, and that if she wasn't going to help him he would have to stop her. She was good at hiding the abuse, never let on about it to anyone. No one would've believed her anyway, Aaron had once been too kind and too gentle to ever become a monster. She felt trapped, not sure what else to do, drifting further and further from people who could help her. He started drinking more, becoming increasingly unstable and violent. That was until the day she came home and found him lying on the floor dead, it looked like he'd been ripped to shreds, the marks they found matched that of a bird. No one able to explain how such a creature could get inside and mutilate his body the way it did. Days later, when they'd finally cleared the crime scene she found it, a glossy white feather that shimmered like gold in the light.
It spooked her, if only she'd talked to someone sooner, maybe she could've saved him. Even if that meant he would continue to beat her for telling someone about the owl. She never wanted him dead, and now that he was, she blamed herself. She was cursed, there was no other explanation for it. That's why she would never be happy, because every time she started to settle in, something wicked came for her. She'd distanced herself from people, working jobs that kept her alone, sticking to a routine. She never strayed from it, until that day.