Chapter Four : The Attack

Sam couldn't believe what was happening, what was wrong with her? He could feel his chest tighten, his pulse speed up, and his breathing shallow, he was having a panic attack. He didn't know what to do, normally he had some inkling of how he could make things better, but not this. He didn't even know what was wrong with her.

"What do you mean 'something else'" Yelled Sam "We can't help her if we don't know what's going on."

"We don't even really know what is going on, she has been having these episodes." Explained Elizabeth quietly "She seizes, goes into a catatonic state, then after awhile she comes out of it, and she's ok. Well, physically anyway."

Rebecca had stopped seizing but was lying on the floor her eyes staring at nothing and everything all at the same time. Her eyes looked haunted, almost ghost like, her skin as white as a sheet.

"What do you mean?" asked Sam "Does something happen to her mentally?"

"Yeah, I guess you could call them mental attacks." Elizabeth explained further. " Every time she comes out of an episode, she is so depressed and scared the first time she came out of it she wouldn't talk about it for days. She'd just sit alone in her room, crying off and on. The more they happened the easier it was for her to deal, but I can tell it's still chipping away at her strength. Now that you guys have showed up and we know she's in trouble, our best guess is that something is getting in her head and making her worst nightmares seem real. To weaken her, so that when it attacks she won't be able to fight it off."

"Sounds like a pretty good assumption." said Dean.

Sam was stunned into silence. It was all starting to make sense, not all of it, but he managed to fit together a couple of the puzzle pieces. He had wondered why Rebecca had came to him in that vision and told him to hurry, that they were running out of time. It hadn't made sense because she was alive and well at her house with her sister, safe. She must have meant that she couldn't fight off the attacks much longer.

"How long has this been going on?" Sam asked thinking maybe if he knew more Dean and him could think of something.

"I don't know, a few weeks maybe." Elizabeth said with a sigh "I can't say for sure."

"How long do they usually last?" Dean asked wondering how much longer Rebecca was going to stay like this.

"Anywhere from an half hour to an hour." replied Elizabeth "It all depends on how long whatever's doing this keeps her down."

Sam looked down a Rebecca, he hadn't felt this helpless since he laid on that bed back in his apartment at Stanford and watched Jessica burn before his very eyes. Of course he hadn't really opened himself up to anyone since Jess. Sure he hasn't know Rebecca that long but he'd felt a connection with her since that meeting on the beach. Maybe because they both had similar abilities, or maybe he wasn't thinking with his 'upstairs brain'. Either way he felt scared and helpless, he wanted to help her, but he didn't know how.

After much debate, they all decided to let it ride out. Dean ran over to the hotel to get Sam's laptop and their Dad's journal so they could do some research, while Sam and Elizabeth looked after Rebecca. They had also decided that if they started researching now, hopefully they would be ready with a plan of action by her next episode.

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Rebecca was running through thick woods, every tree she passed the branches seemed to reach out and try to grab her. She pumped her legs harder, luckily she was athletic, she kept looking behind her although she knew it slowed her down. She couldn't see anything chasing her but she knew something was there. She could feel it gaining on her, and gaining on her, her chest was tight with fear. She was almost out of breath, and she didn't even have her inhaler, just the thought and fear of that made the breathing and tightness worse. She thought she heard something, but it was almost as if everything was on mute. She tripped and fell face first into the dirt below, she felt herself get angry and say something but again it was muted and she couldn't hear anything. She wiped the dirt off her face trying to calm herself and be brave. Then out of nowhere came a black object that consumed her, and everything went black.

She woke up to a bright fire, she couldn't tell where she was, or what the source of the fire was but she felt terror and pure evil radiating from it. She saw a baby, and herself standing over the crib, she felt unconditional love for this child, but why? Who's baby was this? She saw lights flickering and a dark figure standing over the crib. Somehow she knew that whatever this thing was it was pure evil and responsible for the raging flames. She felt a pull, an instinct to look up at the ceiling. When her eye's fell on the core of the flames she let out a gasp, her breath caught in her throat. It was her, she was a few odd years older, but it was definitely her. She was pinned to the ceiling a bloody gash across her abdomen, immersed in flames that were spreading out around her engulfing everything. She could feel the flames consume her, the flames licking at her flesh. She screamed out in agony as the fire stole all that she was, sending her spiraling into a vortex of evil.

Rebecca felt tired, she didn't want to wake up, she needed just a few more hours of sleep. She thought as she tossed and turned on the bed, she tried desperately to fall back to sleep but to no avail. So she stretched out her long arms and legs, yawning wondering what Elizabeth was making for breakfast. She was always the first to get up, so she made the coffee and food. Rebecca snuggled happily down into the sheets one last time before having to open her eyes, but something was wrong. The sheets felt scratchy, and she had gotten Egyptian cotton sheets as a present from her mother. Something wasn't right she could feel it, suddenly she was scared to open her eyes. She sniffed the air hoping to smell the eggs and bacon her sister was making, but instead smelling, medicine, and cleaning supplies. 'Ok, maybe I just got hurt, and am in the hospital or something.' she thought to herself, it's possible, and I have a feeling that would be a good scenario. Finally she got up the courage to open her eyes, she opened them slowly and saw a plain white padded room with no windows. Just the cot she was sleeping on, and a desk in the corner of the room. She could feel the panic start to rise up inside of her, no it couldn't be, she wouldn't be in a place like this, she wasn't crazy! She heard the door being unlocked from the outside, a nurse and an orderly came through the door.

"Who are you?" Rebecca asked "Why am I here?"

"You know why you're here honey, don't play dumb." the nurse answered snidely

"No, I don't I just woke up here. I don't remember anything."

"Ok, I'll play along." The nurse sighed " You murdered your twin sister, and when the cops got there you were babbling about a demon, and visions. The court found you not guilty for reasons of insanity and sent you here. There, does that ring any bells?"

"NO!" Rebecca Screamed "My sister's fine, I would never hurt her! And I'm Not Crazy!"

She was so confused, her mind was jumbled she didn't remember exactly when was the last time she saw her sister. But she knew she would never hurt her. Where had the time gone? She was shaking uncontrollably, and her breathing had become erratic. She felt like the walls were falling in on her. Maybe she was losing her mind, or at least losing control of it. She felt as if she couldn't form a thought anymore and her mind was falling apart. Suddenly she heard a voice, "Be strong Rebecca. Fight with me and I promise I'll get you through this. Stay with me." Suddenly, She got a burst of adrenaline and zest. Almost like she had a new reason to fight, to live. Rebecca didn't know who's voice that was, but she could tell the person cared for her a great deal, and she had a feeling she felt the same way.

She jumped up from the bed and attacked the nurse. She threw a punch that landed squarely on the nurses jaw, her head jerked back, the power of the punch threw the nurse against the wall. Rebecca had a black belt in martial arts, her father was in the Navy Seals and made sure she was well versed in many different forms of defense. While the nurse was out of play Rebecca turned to the orderly who was a big man. He lunged at her, she side stepped and used his momentum to throw him at the wall. But he recovered quickly and came at her with a right hook which she dodged to the side, kicked him in the privates, and while he was bent over reeling from the kick, she grabbed his head and swiftly connected his face with her knee. This was enough to knock him out for good, but unfortunately the nurse had come to sometime during the scuffle and called in three more huge orderlies. Without giving them a second to think Rebecca went on the offensive. She ran at the guy on the left and hit him with a flying kick, connecting with his chest sending him out into the hall. The second guy tried to grab her but she quickly dodged his attempt and elbowed him in the side of the head. As he staggered back she kicked him in the stomach back against the wall where he hit his head and was knocked unconscious.

She was losing energy fast, she didn't have much to begin with and she was using it up rather quickly. She didn't know or realize this, but she was lucky she was able to fight back at all. The way these mental attacks were breaking down her mind, it was amazing her mind even mustered up the strength to fight back. She was about to slump down in defeat, because her mind just had no more fight left in it, She heard a voice.

"Rebecca, Listen to me, I know your confused and tired but I need you to hang on." The voice said softly yet firmly. "I promise everything is going to be alright, just stay strong and fight. Whatever you do don't give up! Fight as long as you can, and then follow my voice."

For some reason this voice, although she did not recognize it, made her feel warm, comforted, and like she could do anything. She felt new strength well up inside of her as she caught a second wind.

The second orderly came at her with a right hook which she blocked, then he tried with a left, which she blocked with her other arm. She then knocked him back with both her arms, and hit him with her palm in the center of his chest knocking the wind out of him.

These battles went on for several more minutes until Rebecca lost track of one of the orderlies whom had come to when she wasn't looking. This guy had gotten to the tray of medicine outside the room and when she had her back turned fighting another guy, had injected her with a sedative.

She kept fighting as she felt the medicine take hold, then she started to become weak and slowly fall unconscious. Then she tried to remember what the voice sounded like and follow it in her mind. But instead she heard another voice buried deep inside her subconscious.

"You can't hold on forever, little girl" the voice said "I will break you, and when I do, you'll be mine for the taking."

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Sam was starting to get very scared, Rebecca had been out for forty minutes. Elizabeth had mentioned that the longest she'd been out was thirty minutes. It seems like each time she goes under it's for longer and longer each time. Dean had agreed to take over the research for the majority of the time so Sam could stay with Rebecca, even though he wasn't nearly as good at it as Sam. Elizabeth had even helped Dean out, Sam figured she realized in the past she hadn't been able to help her sister, and thought maybe Sam could.

Dean and Elizabeth had gone into the dining room to research at the table, since they had gotten out all of Rebecca's Research books as well. They told Sam to call for them if anything changed, and they'd let him know if they found anything.

Sam was glad they had left, he had a couple ideas of what to try to help Rebecca out of this but he was embarrassed to do them in front of anyone, especially Dean. He'd figured that when people fall into comas, doctors tell the family member to continue talking to them as if they were awake, and could hear them. So Sam thought maybe if he kept talking to Rebecca, coaching her through this, eventually she would hear him and maybe it would help.

He said many things to her, most of it coaching her to be strong and not give up. He even tried telling her to follow his voice, he thought maybe he could guide her out of there. Especially since it was kind of like a catatonic state she was in, and sometimes people can be guided out of those and sometimes they have to find a way out themselves.

Sam held Rebecca's hand in his gently stroking it, thinking that somehow this was all his fault. He didn't know exactly how, but he just had this sick feeling that her life would be much better off in the future without him in it. But he forced himself to push that thought aside, and focus on the here and now.

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"Do you see anything useful yet?" Dean asked Elizabeth hoping that she would have better luck at this 'research thing' then he did.

"Not really, but I'm checking some spell books right now." Elizabeth replied "Rebecca has been teaching me some basics when it comes to spell casting. So if I could find a helpful one either I could perform it, or I could teach Sam to do it. Which might be the better choice since he already has abilities."

"Sounds like it's all we've got right now so let's hope you find something."

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A cabin sits out in the middle of the woods next to a lake, it is old and battered looking. There is light from candles illuminating the window.

Inside there are candles everywhere, the cabin walls are filled with ancient symbols and markings. There is an alter at the center of the room, the dark creature is kneeling in front of it. Chanting is echoing off the walls, there is a chill in the air that is swirling around the creature and the alter. In the center of the alter is an old looking cross and a picture of Rebecca. You can tell the creature is concentrating very hard, it is shaking, the wind that is swirling around it is weakening. The creatures chanting is becoming weaker.

"Damn it!" The creature yells as the connection breaks. "I was so close."

The creature reaches a clawed hand up to touch it's split lip, and looks at the blood on his fingers. 'She's fought back before, but never has she been able to effect me.' the creature thinks.

'I may have underestimated her protectors' the creatures realized 'If she manages to fight back during the next attacks, I may fall far enough behind schedule to fail.'

"No!" The creature yelled out loud as it echoed in the forest "I will stop the Guardian from ever knowing her destiny! SHE WILL NOT ESCAPE ME!

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Rebecca slowly opened her eyes, she felt as if she had been run over by a MAC truck. She looked over and saw Sam, he was holding her hand to his forehead, it almost looked like he was praying. She smiled, he seemed so sweet she never thought she'd ever have a modern day hero, sweeping in to save her. She almost felt bad, like his life would be easier without her in it, azbut she tried to push it aside.

"Sam." Rebecca said weakly.

'Rebecca?" Sam said surprised as he snapped his head up, when he saw she was alright a huge smile appeared on his face. "Your ok?"

"Yes, I'm ok."

"Well, we're going to need to know what happened as soon as you feel you can talk about it." Sam said trying not to press the issue, he didn't want to upset her after what she had just gone through. "And...I'm really glad your alright, I was really scared there for awhile." Sam said shyly, as his cheeks blushed a little.

"That's sweet Sam." Rebecca replied as she put her hand on his " but really I'm ok and with you here to protect me I'm sure I'll continue to be fine." she said with a small smile.

"I'll do my best, that much I can promise you."

"Also, Sam I'm really sorry I didn't tell you about the episodes or attacks, whatever you want to call them. I just figured I'd get you here as fast as possible and we'd get exchange all that information before it happened again." Rebecca tried to explain, as she took his hand with both of hers "I truly am sorry, from the bottom of my heart. I can't imagine how scary it must have been, I'm sorry you had to see that. If it had been you, I..." She trailed off looking down with a sorrowful look on her face.

"I know" Sam said lifting her chin with his hand, he looked into her eyes and felt a warmth and security he hadn't felt in a long time. He leaned in and connected his lips with hers, it felt as if their lips fit perfectly, like they were destined to interlock. He slowly pulled away and looked deep into her eyes, and said "We really need to focus on whatever is after you and why, because I'm meant to protect you, and I'm not going to fail at that. I care for you a lot, so we need to work together to figure out what your destiny is and where all of us fit into it."

"Ok."

"Now we'd better call Dean and Elizabeth in here, they're worried too and we need to find out if they found anything." Sam decided.

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked confused

"They're doing research, to find a way to help you fight of these attacks. Hopefully, they've found something." Sam replied.

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"Elizabeth had this idea to find a spell, that would help with Rebecca's attacks." Dean explained "I figure, why the hell not, I'm willing to try anything right about now."

"So, did you find anything Elizabeth?" Sam asked

"Fortunately, Yes, I did." Replied Elizabeth "I found a spell that would allow the caster to enter the mind of the person and see what they see. Help them remember who they are, that what they're seeing isn't real, and help them to fight."

Sam jumped up "That's perfect!" he exclaimed "We've already met in our minds before anyway so it wouldn't be that big of a deal. I think that's perfect, perfect, it's a plan!"

"Whoa, I think it's dangerous, and we should consider the risks."said Dean "What if something happens to you in there and you can't get out? Or something equally as bad?"

"He's right Sam, there are risks" agreed Elizabeth "It doesn't exactly list them, but when it comes to the mind there are always risks."

"Well, I think that if Sam feels that it's a good idea, and he's willing to take the risk. Who are we to stop him, if he feels he needs to do this?" Rebecca said "If the tables were turned, I'd do it for him in a heartbeat." she said as she squeezed his hand.

Sam mouthed 'Thank you' to her.

"Well he's my brother and my responsibility, and I'm not about to lose him to some stupid Bewitched moment." Dean snapped, he really didn't like this. Then again he didn't like anything he didn't know everything about, and he never studied a lot of witchcraft.

Sam stood up and moved over to where Dean was standing and put a hand on his shoulder. "Dean, you've got to trust that I know what I'm doing." he said. The he whispered "You know I have to save her, and you know why."

Dean's eyes got wide, he'd hadn't thought of the fact that this was the first girl Sam had opened up to since Jess. Not till now did he realize that Sam felt that he needed to save Rebecca, especially since he couldn't save Jessica. "Ok" Dean whispered back "but promise you'll be careful"

"You know me" Sam said with a smile.

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Sam and Dean were back at there hotel, they had just finished eating, now they were cleaning their weapons then it would be showers then bed.

"Oh, Sam you're my hero!" Dean squealed before bursting out in laughter.

"Shut up, Mister, I'm scared of a Cat." Sam jabbed back "Yeah, don't think I didn't see you reach for your knife, cause I did!" Sam recalled as he started laughing.

"I was just reaching for the treats that I keep in my pocket, you know the scooby snacks I feed you when you've been good? I figured Cat, Dog same thing right?" Dean laughed with his tongue sticking out "Besides, speaking of noticing things, don't think I didn't notice you with the kitty 'It's just a sweet little kitty witty bitty' kiss kiss" Dean was laughing even harder now, he had to put the sawed off shot gun down he was laughing so hard.

"Shut up" Sam grumbled, He never could show his sensitive side in front of his brother without feeling like a complete idiot.

"Aw, it's ok Sammy, if it makes you feel any better it definitely scored you points with Rebecca. I could tell, she's totally a Cat person." Dean reassured

"Really?"

"Yep"

That made Sam feel a little better, mostly because it showed his brother was showing he cared about him and his feelings. Then all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain in his head, and he thought 'Oh no, not again' as he felt his eyes roll back in his head and his mind wander away from the world.

The last thing he heard was Dean yelling at him asking if he was ok, and then running up and grabbing him. His first instinct was to fight the vision, but he decided to just let go, and get it over with. He felt like he was getting sucked into a vortex as his mind fell into the vision, and it ripped through his mind...

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There were three creatures approaching a house, a big white farm house with a wrap around porch.

They were separating, spreading out, one going around back, two going in front. They wore capes and were telepathic so there was no need for them to give away there presence with words.

Inside Rebecca and Elizabeth were lounging around in the living room watching televison, They had just finished eating, and were obviously trying to unwind from the stressful day. They were chatting about Sam and Dean and how lucky they were to have them to help them through such a tough time. And of course about how cute they were.

Suddenly Elizabeth Screamed, Rebecca swirled around, the creatures attacked.

The first one came at Rebecca, she kicked it in the stomach, and then hit it with a right hook. It grabbed her and threw her on the couch, they had super human strength.

The second one had came at Elizabeth, she had punched it in the face with a left, then a right, before giving it an uppercut. When it regained itself it punched her knocking her on the floor.

Rebecca had jumped up from the couch right away and ran at the creature and hit it with a flying kick, then a spinning backhand punch, knocking it down.

The creature had grabbed Elizabeth off the floor and lifted her up and was shaking her. She tried to kick him, but it held her to far away. Finally she managed to punch it and get down, she hit it with a left jab, and a kick to the shin. But it recovered fast and grabbed her and sunk it's teeth into her neck. She let out a blood curdling scream.

Rebecca was in the middle of another round with the creature, she had hit it with a roundhouse kick and had just hit it with a spinning backhand when she heard the scream. She looked over in horror to see Elizabeth hanging limply in the creatures arms.

"NOOOOOO!" Rebecca screamed.

She started wailing on the creature with everything she had, but the other creature had put Elizabeth down and came to help subdue her. She fought with everything she had left in her, but when she put up more of a fight they called in the third creature, the lookout, to help. She tried but she was no match for them and they over took her.

As it sunk it's teeth into her she screamed "NOOOO! SAM!"

Then the world went black.

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