"I would just appreciate you telling me these things, so I can be warned" Michael rolled his eyes at his sister's antics.

"anya I'm fine, it was just a dream, most of my dreams of late haven't come true" he soothed her, getting Anya rattled wasn't a good thing.

"So tell that to me next time the house tries to burn itself down" Michael leant his head back on the sofa. He didn't want to concern her, but his dream last night was or had in fact been a nightmare. "your lying to me Michael, I'll be there in an hour and god help you if your lying" she hung up. He sighed.

Ok, she was rattled, maybe she wont threaten him with her knife this time. He grinned at that thought, Anya had taken a huge interest in weapons since -, he frowned, since one of his best friends had left on a hunting trip with his father. Dean. He re-dialled her number.

"Michael" she answered.

"You never told me why you took such an interest in weapons" he had a smile in his voice.

"Since I was 12, and your friend had left, I heard what happened to his mother" she had some grief in her voice.

"Anya?"

"I dreamt about her Mike, of her dying and I didn't do anything" she told him.

"You were 10, how were you supposed to do anything, we'll talk when you get here, still got that old bomb?" he asked laughing.

"Its brand new thankyou, black and has speed, in fact bro, look out your window" he got up and did just that. He saw the black car in his driveway.

"hi sis" he said meekly.

"don't hi sis me" she got out of her car and hung up the phone.

Michael glanced over at Anya. "I dreamt of it" she met his blue eyes, so much in contrast to her grey ones. Michael was 2 years older then she was. He had curly black hair whereas hers was straight, but they were both athletic in build and their height was around 5.5 foot mark.

"Of what?" she asked hoping it wasn't what she thought.

"Me, dying, I think it was the same thing that killed her" Anya paled.

"you are not dying Michael, whats the point of having these dreams or visions if you cant change the outcome?" she stood up and paced the kitchen.

"Anya, stand still" she huffed but did as he asked. It took him a moment.

"If it happens, you have to promise me you'll find them" he took her hand.

"who?"

"Dean and Sam, they know all about this, have you had any dreams?" he asked. She looked away. "Anya" she looked at him again. Tears in her eyes.

"I dreamt that it had you, and it wouldn't let me save you" Michael hugged her. She wouldn't sleep tonight, she would keep watch over him. Michael was the only person she had left. Michael gave her a kiss on her head. Anya had been a silly awkward child, but now she was 24 and fully in control of everything around her, she knew what she wanted and how and when she wanted it. Somehow in the years gone by, she had suddenly become the older sibling.

"Anya, if its my time to go –" Anya looked at him.

"Its not your time, that bastard is coming for you because of your abilities, like he tried to do it with Sam"

"Then he'll come after you" Michael told her.

"Not if I kill him first" she took a step back.

"how?"

"I don't know, isn't there some special demon bullet? That has his name all over it?" she asked.

"and what is his name?" Michael asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"I don't know" she ran a hand through her hair and plonked herself in the chair. "I swear Michael if that bastard tries to kill you –"

"I don't want you to get hurt An, you have to live to fight another day"

"and what your just going to lie there and sacrifice yourself?" easier said then done.

He was going to answer except the lights flickered.

Anya stood up and looked around her. "Michael get out of the house" she grabbed his arm to pull him out when he just didn't seem to be able to move. She turned to him. "Mikey" his eyes were glued to the door. She turned to look and saw someone and his eyes glowed like firelight.

"Too late An" he gasped as something had him by his throat and he slowly lifted up against the wall.

"Michael!" she tried to move towards him but that same something had her locked in place. She watched as he slid up the wall to the ceiling and blood started dripping.

"Anya help me" she fought what was holding her back trying to climb up onto the chair to reach him.

"Michael-" she gasped.

Fire erupted all around him.

She lay on the floor unmoving.

Oh wow, a chapter without dean or sam……