No worries – I know some have concerns on whether or not Sam will have a bigger part. Don't worry. I could never forget him, in my own opinion, Sam is my favorite character in the show.

This story is dedicated to one of my friends – obviously she has a Dean/Jensen Ackles fetish so…yeah…

Enjoy

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Chapter Twelve

New Measures

They had just been driving. Just driving. That's when they found the girl's body in the road.

That was the story.

The hospital smelled of clean rubber. It was sickening. People walked to and fro as if life was perfect. Families talked with loved ones in the waiting room and people in wheel chairs were finally able to leave.

Amy hadn't stopped crying. The sight of the girl's body had made her sick several times in the middle of the street.

The worst part was trying to fix themselves up after Sam had called the ambulance. Dean had wiped the blood from his hands on the inside of his shirt. Sam was strong and ignored the pain throughout his body. Amy cleaned her dirtied face and had combed her hair with her fingers.

She was dead. Amy had been able to see the first attack but she never saw the second…and the last.

Her eyes continued to empty themselves of tears. She sat in a brown leather chair against the wall. Her face was deep into her hands as she sobbed quietly.

The police and paramedics had believed their story. There was no suspicion that the three had been involved at all with her death.

But it was the seventh murder now. The little girl's chest had several Egyptian markings cut into the young flesh.

I saw it the first time…why couldn't I save her again…

Dean and Sam were walking down the beige hallways with a police officer in-between them.

The officer looked down at Amy and turned to the guys.

"Your friend should be taken home. The family of the girl will be here soon," the officer advised.

Dean nodded.

The police officer walked away and Dean and Sam each sat down beside Amy.

Sam reached over and Amy leaned her body to the side so Sam could hold her tight into his chest.

"Ssshhhh…" he whispered in a comforting way. Her sobs had increased.

I could have saved her again…Amy thought.

Amy's face was completely wet and red when she looked up.

"We are going to find her," Dean promised. His tone was trying to be gentle but so much anger was building in side of him. The girl had been saved…why…

Amy shook her head violently and choked out, "I don't understand…"

Sam pursed his lips out angrily.

"We are going to figure this out, okay? I promise we are."

"Take me h-home," Amy pleaded with difficulty, choking on her words.

O.O.O.O.O.

She needs one more…

Amy, Dean and Sam entered her apartment in dead silence. The sound of the clock ticking was the only noise.

Her face had gained color again, but Amy was doing her best to not break down.

Her body slowly made its way to the living room and Amy sat down on the couch.

Dean and Sam looked at each other.

"I don't understand…how this happened," Sam choked out. "The girl was gone and safe…and he…Natiskawa…"

Dean wiped his hand across his mouth. His eyes looked at Amy who was staring out the window.

"We're going to do all we can to prevent anything else from happening…I swear…I'll snap her neck if I have to," Dean hissed angrily. He was so angry he wanted to punch a wall. He wanted to punch that man – Natiskawa in that man's body – he wanted to break everyone bone in that horrid body.

Sam nodded slowly. He looked at Amy and shook his head. "I can't believe we got her involved."

"We didn't," Dean corrected angrily. "This is Amy's life. Unfortunately, it runs along with ours. But as soon as we're done with this…all we can do is hope that Amy can go on with a regular life…"

O.O.O.O.O.

Seven-forty-five…

Amy had her hands folded in her lap. She looked at the carpet and her eyes looked up when Dean walked over her feet and sat close to her in the leather couch.

"Are you okay…" Dean asked gently.

His tone was different with her. Even though he was just trying to comfort her, Dean couldn't cover up the anger inside of him.

Amy nodded slowly and whispered, "I will be…eventually…it's just all sinking in now. An innocent little girl died and I'm not sure how…it's all my fault Dean…"

Her eyes welled up in tears once more. She fought them back and touched her moist face.

Dean shook his head and wrapped his arm around Amy's shoulder.

"Don't you dare blame yourself," Dean hissed at her. "She did it…she kept you from seeing…"

Amy leaned against him and her face fell into his shoulder. Dean held her tight against his jacket and chest. His chin rested on her head as Amy tried her best to not cry anymore.

O.O.O.O.O.

Sam sat on the edge of his bed. He looked across the room and looked into the mirror that was hung directly in front of him in the guestroom.

How could this happen…we failed…

His eyes continued to stare into the mirror. He hated himself. He wished all of this was over. He wished Natiskawa was dead. He wished he could kill her himself.

Looking up, Sam watched as Dean and Amy came into the room.

"What do we do now?" Sam asked quietly.

Dean looked at Amy and then at his brother. "I bet that Natiskawa is going to come after Amy…she knows who she is…she knows she's a psychic…and she's probably pissed off."

Sam looked at Amy in a concerned way.

"It's okay, kiddo," Amy said in a comforting way. "She comes near me…the three of us will do what we need to."

O.O.O.O.O.

Two shotguns, several different types of weapons – mostly blades – and the two handguns were lying across Sam's bed.

Dean and Sam grabbed more supplies from two separate duffel bags and placed them on the bed.

"It sure has been a fun two days, hasn't it…" Amy joked dryly. No one smiled, not even her.

"Natiskawa has had her last fun…now we get to have ours…" Dean muttered, placing more ammo into the shotgun.

Amy crossed her arms above her chest. "I'm going to try and get another vision. I'll do what I did before. It was strange…I never felt like that before…I was really focusing…"

"If you focus hard enough, I doubt Natiskawa can block off your images…" Sam noted.

Amy agreed. The young woman walked to the opposite side of the hallway and entered her bedroom. She closed the door – Dean and Sam heard the sound of her locking it as well.

Sam looked at the weapons spread across his bed. He could feel the hard stare from his brother.

"What?" Sam asked, not meeting Dean's gaze.

Dean placed the shotgun back on the bed. He reached down taking a simple dagger with a black handle and slipping it into his black boot – Dean could feel the blade slide in between his ankle and the boot. He removed the blue dress shirt and Dean was now just in a plain white T-shirt. His eyes looked down at the watch on his wrist and his eyes looked down to meet with Sam's.

"We need to talk about Jessica…" Dean said slowly. "You had a dream about her…she said she's with us…you're going to have to focus on her…"

Sam nodded. "I don't understand why Amy is the one having the visions and I'm just having dreams about Jess…none of this makes sense. We've never dealt with something this complicated before…"

A sigh barely came from his mouth. Dean stiffened and stared down at all the guns and blades on the bed.

"I thought about something, Sammy," Dean started. He looked at his brother and continued, "This thing…whatever it is that killed Mom and Jessica…it's still around. It's still haunting us. Now I'm actually pretty scared…for Amy…I think she can take care of herself…but now…"

Sam nodded and he ran a hand through the shaggy brown hair that grazed the sides of his forehead.

"First, we figure out a way to protect Amy from Natiskawa…and then we'll worry about that bastard…" Sam muttered.

Dean nodded and he put his hands on his waist.

O.O.O.O.O.

Amy was sitting on the floor. Her legs were folded so she sat Indian-style. She had changed her clothes – a fresh pair of jeans and a clean white tank top (one that was slightly low along the neckline); Amy's long brown hair was brushed back and dangled gently on the revealed flesh of her back.

The artifact rested in the palm of her hands. Amy continued to look down at the old piece of Egyptian writing. Her eyes went to her white wall – now with black Sharpie written over it – and turned back to the artifact.

Her other hand reached down beside her and Amy's fingers searched through the carpet before she found what she was looking for – a thin, long metallic needle.

Amy thought for a moment. Please work…please work…

She took the needle easily between her thumb and two other fingers. Taking in a quiet breath, Amy took the needle and slowly pricked her opposite finger. She bit her lip slightly when she saw the small bubble of blood appear.

Amy put the needle – its tip stained in blood – beside her on the carpet.

Her eyes continued to stare at her bloody finger – more was coming now and the blood was about to drip down her finger.

Her finger touched the artifact, now on the floor, and Amy pressed her wounded flesh against it. The blood soaked through the papyrus and a circular shape of blood formed around Amy's finger against the artifact.

Amy stuck her finger into her mouth quickly to clean it. Large brown eyes looked at the artifact which was now stained with a small circle of her blood.

Both hands grasped the artifact tightly. Amy closed her eyes.

Focus…focus…Natiskawa…Natiskawa…

There was a strange feeling growing inside again. It was the same feeling from back at the balcony…

Natiskawa…Natiskawa…

The pain. It erupted so fast in her head Amy almost wanted to stop her concentration. Her stomach felt sick.

Natiskawa…Natiskawa…

It felt like she had completely left the world.

Colors rushed passed her.

Wind…warm air…

She could actually feel her hair blowing behind her. A gentle breeze pressed against her chest and the top part of her breasts. Even her stomach, slightly exposed, had Goosebumps from the wind.

A girl was sitting down with her. Amy was so surprised by the new presence but she didn't yell or call for help.

Everything around her was foggy. The only thing that was clear to Amy was the young woman who sat in the same position as her.

She had gorgeous blonde hair and pretty eyes. Her face was expressionless but she showed so much beauty. She wore a silvery nightgown with thin spaghetti straps.

"Who are you?" Amy asked, her voice sounding like an echo.

The girl gave her a small smile and said, "Tell him how much I love him. Tell him everything's okay."

"Him?" Amy asked.

Her soft, echoing voice repeated, "It's all okay…Sam…tell him that…and tell him…I am with you…"

"Jessica…" Amy gasped slightly. The fog around her was growing thicker. "You're Jessica. Please, you have to help – seven innocent women are dead – a little girl just died tonight – you have to help…"

"I can't help with that…" Jessica whispered softly. "But I can help you…I'm here to help you…"

"Help me?"

The young blonde nodded.

"You have to accept everything that happens…" Jessica echoed. "You must have faith. Not in just Dean and Sam…but yourself. That is the only way anything will ever be worked out…that is the only way lives can be saved…" Jessica paused shortly. "You have to be careful and ready. You have to clear your mind. Natiskawa is very angry…she knows you…she knows who is helping you to destroy her…and she'll come after them…and then you…you must have faith-"

"But I do!" Amy protested angrily. "I had the vision of that little girl-"

"You're not strong enough…you would have had a second vision of the final attack on Zoë…but Natiskawa was able to intervene…once you can fully accept everything…that is when lives can be saved…it's the only way…"

Amy thought about the girl. Zoë. That was her name.

And she's dead. Because of me.

Amy looked around. She was still on the floor of her bedroom. The artifact was still in her hands, the blood as well.

Tears were filling up her eyes once more.

"Amy?" Sam's voice was heard behind the door.

She took in a deep breath. Don't cry, dammit. "Yeah?" she called out.

"Nothing, just checking on you…" Sam explained.

Amy touched her cold cheek. "It's ok. I tried to get a vision…I uh…I got nothing. I'll be out in a minute."

O.O.O.O.O.

Amy came out of her room carrying a black zip-up hoodie and she had put black heals on.

Dean and Sam were in the living room watching T.V.

She stopped at the end of the hallway. The T.V. was on the news channel.

"…Zoë Brooks wandered away from home earlier this evening…her older brother, Oliver, came outside to find his sister was gone…we're here at Sandy Woods Hospital…it's very unfortunate to report Zoë Brooks was found dead on Red Vine Avenue by a couple of bystanders…she is now the seventh victim of the Egyptian murders-"

The T.V. was turned off. Sam dropped the remote once he found Amy staring at the television screen.

The room grew silent.

Amy sighed and she walked toward the living room. She put her jacket on the arm of the couch and stuck her fingers into the pockets of her jeans.

"It's okay," Amy tried weakly.

Dean had changed into a plain black T-shirt and denim jeans; Sam now wore a gray hoodie underneath his brown jacket – the hood sticking out of the jacket.

"So, what do we do now?" Amy asked.

Dean sighed and shook his head.

Sam couldn't answer.

There was a severe knock at the door. The three of them barely turned at the anxious sound against the door.

"Great…" Amy sighed.

She walked across the carpet and made her way toward the foray. She opened the door with the intention of sending away whoever it was.

Michael.

He seemed tired. He wore jeans, sneakers, and a maroon shirt underneath his black trench coat. His eyes were looking at Amy with concern.

Michael entered the apartment and wrapped his arms around Amy's shoulder.

"Amy, are you okay?" he asked desperately. He choked at his words.

"Michael-" Amy asked questionably.

"One of the nurses told me she thought she saw you at the hospital tonight," Michael explained quickly, "with two other guys…she told me the three people she saw were the ones who brought in that little girl-"

"I'm fine, really…" Amy tried convincingly.

Michael hugged her quickly. His hands were wrapped around her waist and Amy buried her face into the collar of his coat.

It felt wonderful to be held against him so tight. This was why she loved him so much. Amy continued to hold Michael back.

Dean and Sam revealed themselves.

Michael looked up and turned to the guys. "You found the little girl…"

Sam nodded and said, "Yeah."

Michael shook his head sadly. "It's terrible. Another murder…the seventh one…"

Amy nodded slowly. Michael reached for her hands and he held them in his grasp. He pulled her hand to him and he gently placed a kiss on it.

She turned the guys and then to Michael. The four of them walked back into the living room and Michael continued to hold Amy's hand in his.

Dean and Sam both looked at each other and then at Amy. It was a signal: Amy had to tell Michael to leave.

Amy scratched her head oddly. She couldn't tell Michael to leave. Nor did she want him to.

She dropped Michael's hand and Amy reached for her hoodie that was on the couch. "I'll be right back, I'm going downstairs to the car…I left my cell phone in there…"

"Amy-" Dean started.

"I'll be right back, Dean," Amy snapped.

Not looking back at either of the three men, Amy put on the hoodie and zipped it up to beneath her breast.

She stuck her hand into her pocket as she left the apartment and out the door.

O.O.O.O.O.

"I still don't understand…you guys found her…poor Amy…she didn't handle it well, did she?" Michael asked. He was nervously rubbing his hands together.

Sam shook his head and said, "She was traumatized at first…but she's okay now."

O.O.O.O.O.

Amy was out in the dark parking lot. She took several steps to the mini cooper and was able to see her cell phone lying in the cup holder of her car through the window.

Before her hand reached the handle…

Professor Saton was at his desk…the old man wore a brown sweater and his glasses…

He was grading papers…

A shadow.

Natiskawa…

Amy opened her eyes to find she was looking just at her car.

"Ian…" Amy gasped.

Her hand trembled and she quickly opened the car door and jumped in the driver's seat. She found the spare key underneath the seat and quickly turned on the ignition of the car.

O.O.O.O.O.

"Where is Amy?" Michael asked sadly. She had been gone too long.

Sam had his hands in his pockets – suddenly, the three men in the room heard the sound of his cell phone going off.

He looked down at the cell phone in his hand and Sam answered it.

"Amy?" Sam asked.

"Sam!" Amy shouted through the phone. All three men could hear her clearly. "Professor Saton! She's going after him! Get to the university ASAP! Call the police!"

"Amy-" Sam shouted back but she had already hung up.

"What the fuck is happening-" Michael started.

The doctor looked confused at the two young men who ran past him and ran toward the door. Michael followed closely behind.

O.O.O.O.O.

Amy was driving so fast. No police followed her. She sped down the street and went by faster than the cars in either lanes.

Her eyes were focused on the street and the destination.

Ian…Amy thought sadly.

O.O.O.O.O.

Professor Saton was sitting at his desk. He still had a large stack of essays to grade.

It's Saturday…and I'm bloody here…the old man thought sadly.

He continued to dab at papers with his red pen.

The professor didn't even notice the shadow that stood in the doorway.

The auditorium was lit with only one light – the light at his desk.

Turning, the professor saw the shadow move inside.

"Can I help you?" the British voice asked.

O.O.O.O.O.

The white mini cooper parked with a screech in the Northwestern parking lot. She grabbed her keys from the ignition and jumped out of the car. She didn't even close the door.

O.O.O.O.O.

The sound of her heals were loud against the wooden steps.

Amy ran desperately down the hall and she saw the opening of Professor Saton's classroom – Auditorium 3.

When she came to the doorway she saw the man – Natiskawa – leaning over Professor Saton on the floor.

"Get away from him!" Amy shouted loudly.

Natiskawa, in the man's body, turned and smiled devilishly at her.

Professor Saton, still alive, looked at Amy with fearful eyes.

"Amy!" the old man cried out.

Amy kept her gaze on Natiskawa.

"My friends AND the police are coming…" Amy warned.

Natiskawa continued to look at her. The man's lips were smiling.

She killed all of them…she killed Zoë…

She advanced on Amy suddenly.

Amy felt her body being pinned against the wall. The man's breath was thick against her face.

"Such a good waste of power…and life…" the man's voice spoke.

"Really…" Amy whispered back. Her hand was secretly moving against her back and from the back of her pocket, she pulled out a small metal contraption that was the size of a small rectangle.

"You really wouldn't like me," Amy spat. "Especially after this-"

Amy pressed something against the metal rectangle and a small blade came out immediately.

With a loud cry, Amy took the blade and swung her hand into the man's body. The blade made perfect contact with the stomach.

Natiskawa screamed – the man's yell filled the auditorium.

Amy felt the release of her arms and she was free.

She fumbled back, Natiskawa's large hand covering her small, bleeding wound.

There was a loud thud outside the auditorium and Amy could hear the sounds of Dean, Sam, and Michael's voices.

When Amy turned back to look where Natiskawa was standing…she was gone…

She ran desperately to the old professor who was lying beside his desk.

"Dear Amy…" Professor Saton sighed. "That man…he said-he said…"

"Sshhh, Ian," Amy whispered, "help is on the way."

"Amy," he replied weakly, "he said eight more…eight more…he told me it was no use…"

"Ian, professor, sir, please…" Amy begged. "It's okay. Just rest-"

"Children…" he coughed out.

Amy rested her hand on the old man's face in a comforting way. Her eyes were asking the questions.

"Children…eight of them…that man said he was going to have eight of them…and then he said…then he said he's coming after you…"

Dean, Sam, and Michael rushed into the classroom.

Sam came to the old man's side as well and reported, "Police and an ambulance are on the way-"

"Sir," Michael asked gently, getting down on his knees beside the professor, "how do you feel? Are you in pain? How's your head-"

"Quite alright old chap…" the professor laughed weakly. "My bum is the only thing that hurts."

Dean got down beside Amy and rested a hand on her back.

Amy turned to Dean and Sam, who were surrounding her, and said, "It was Natiskawa – she was going after Ian because he supplied us with the information…she was trying to lure me in-"

"Natiskawa-" Professor Ian asked.

"Eight kids," Amy continued, "she's going to have eight children – as her witnesses – that's how she's going to lure me in. That's all she needs now – is on psychic – me…"

"What?" Michael asked. He and the professor exchanged an odd look.

Dean looked down at the old man on the floor who was utterly at a loss of words.

"It's okay, professor," Dean tried, "you're just imagining the whole thing – it's the concussion – Natiskawa is a dead mummy – don't worry – soon you'll see little birdies flying-"

"Hey, I'm not imagining things…" Michael snapped. He looked at Amy, who was also at a loss of words.

"You're all involved in the murders?" the doctor asked.

Amy tried, "Michael, I'll explain it to you later-"

"And if you're a good boy and keep your mouth shut when the police get here, you might just get a cookie," Dean snapped back.

"Excuse me?" Michael asked angrily. "When the police get here, I'm going to tell them what I just heard. You're going to kidnap eight kids – and who's going after my girlfriend-"

"Michael, please," Amy begged. "We're helping. Trust me."

"Then why not talk to the police-" Michael asked.

"Dude, fine, we'll tell you…" Dean muttered. "We're CIA – my brother and I. And this is our case. So, if you tell anyone, we're going to have to shoot you-"

"Dean-" Amy and Sam growled.

"Ah, I see what this is now…" Michael snapped. "A bunch of vigilantes who want the glory of saving the day – well I won't have it – and you're involving my girlfriend-"

"Michael-" Amy begged again.

"Listen to your girlfriend, doctor," Dean warned.

"Dean-" Amy tried again.

Sam, with a frustrated cry, leaned over and his fist collided with Michael's face.

The doctor fell onto his back with a thud.

Amy looked furiously at Sam and cried, "SAM! What the hell-"

"Look," Sam explained, getting up. "I'm going to take Michael back to the car before the police get here. We can explain things, or try to, later…"

Sam quickly picked up Michael's body.

"Please just don't hit him again-" Amy asked sadly.

"Yeah…let ME do it…" Dean chuckled.

Amy punched Dean's arm as hard as she could.

"Hey-" Dean fought back.

Dean quickly got up and helped Sam with Michael's unconscious body.

"We'll be back, tend to the professor," Sam said.

Amy rolled her eyes at them and looked down at Ian, who was squinting at the ceiling.

Dean and Sam left the room quickly with the doctor's body.

Amy looked at the professor and asked, "Are you alright?"

Professor Saton was quiet at first. He squinted once again and slowly said, "I don't think I see any birdies…"

O.O.O.O.O.

A/N: Just three or two chapters left, I believe…hope everyone is enjoying! Reviews/feedback appreciated.