As the wind kicked up and began to howl, Samuel Winchester started to question the safety and sanity of this particular job. The lightning came down full force on a tree near the Black Falls Pool breaking off a tree branch. In the flash of the lightning and the deafening "Crack and Crash" of the tree branch, Sam thought he heard a young woman scream. After hearing the scream he was convinced there was a woman in trouble in Black Falls Pool. Sam was sure he had seen a figure struggle in it several times.

"We need to head for the farmhouse." Bobby Singer called to Sam over the din from his wheelchair.

"Dean, c'mon boy!" Bobby shouted at Sam's older brother Dean Winchester.

Dean Winchester jogged over to Bobby and his brother.

His face was pure exhilaration.

This job was starting to get interesting, especially with the weather picking up the way that it was.

"Damn, it's like this ghost is throwing everything she's got at us!" Dean exclaimed to Bobby and his little brother.

"We need to head for the farmhouse, ya idjit! Before this lightning fries our asses!" Bobby admonished Dean.

Sam's attention was now completely upon Black Falls Pool.

Without any comment to Dean or Bobby, he ran towards the Pool and upon reaching its banks' dove in, to try to save whoever it was in trouble.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled upon seeing his brother take off and dive into the pool.

"What the hell is he doing?!" Bobby yelled incredulously.

"We need to get him outta there!" Dean called back to Bobby.

Both men quickly headed for Black Falls Pool, disregarding the lightning and the risk to their own safety. They reached its banks just as Sam broke the surface with a half-drowned, clearly unconscious young woman in his arms.

"Sammy over here!" Dean called out to his brother.

Sam paddled, with the young woman in his arms, over to them as quickly as he was able to.

"Give 'er here!" Bobby cried out to Sam.

The young woman was hauled out of the water first and handed over to Bobby in his wheelchair. Dean assisted his brother out of the Pool as another "Crack and Flash" broke overhead.

"We need to get outta this!" Sam choked out.

"Ya think, genius!" Bobby yelled back struggling with his wheelchair and the extra passenger.

The three men, with the still unconscious young woman, made their way to the Impala as quickly as possible. Upon reaching it, they loaded themselves, the young lady, and Bobby's chair as fast as possible. They, then, headed for the old Thatcher farmhouse.

Dean parked the Impala as close to the front door of the old farmhouse as he could, then with Sam's help; he unloaded Bobby, the wheelchair, and the young woman quickly.

Once in the farmhouse, the Winchesters took the usual precaution of checking their surroundings. So far, the house seemed secure; Bobby Singer, in his wheelchair, checked on the young woman that Sam had nearly killed himself rescuing.

He sincerely hoped that the boy's efforts were not a waste.

It turned out that she was breathing, barely, but breathing.

Bobby hauled himself out of his chair and onto the floor next to the young lady's prone body.

"Gimme 'ur jacket, boy." Bobby told Dean.

Dean turned and gave Bobby a funny look, but took off his jacket and handed it to him all the same.

Bobby folded Dean's jacket and put it under the young woman's head.

Her breathing had now stopped.

Without another word, he started to perform CPR.

The brothers stood nearby and waited; hoping their "surrogate father" would be successful.

After a few minutes of CPR, Bobby was rewarded for his efforts with the young woman coughing up water, curling up on her side, and gasping for air.

"Nice going Bobby, you did it!" Dean congratulated softly.

"We ain't outta the woods yet," Bobby replied gruffly.

"What's up Bobby, is she going to be okay?" Sam asked, still dripping wet.

"Not if we don't get those wet clothes off her and you too for that matter 'ur both likely to catch pneumonia," Bobby told Sam.

"I got a dry set of clothes in the car." Sam said.

"I'll get 'em." Dean offered to head to the Impala.

"What do you plan to do for her? Let 'er get sick or freeze to death after saving her from drowning?" Bobby asked starting to get pissed off.

"No, the dry set of clothes are sweats. I plan to give them to her. Thought she'd be more comfortable in them." Sam replied calmly.

Bobby looked a little sheepish; then gave Sam a rough smile.

He hadn't meant anything by it, just concerned for the young woman, they had just, both, busted their asses to save.

He was proud of Sam for offering up his dry clothes.

"Here ya go, Sammy." Dean said tossing his brother the bag with the clothes in it.

"Thanks, Dean." Sam replied.

"The young woman" had heard most of what was being said from her position on the floor. She wasn't sure she liked what was being planned.

"You wouldn't happen to have a towel in that bag instead, would ya?" the half-drowned now conscious (thanks to Bobby) young woman asked softly.

"So she can talk." Dean said.

"You'd be better off with Sam's sweats, hun." Bobby said to her as gently as possible.

"What's your name?" Sam asked kindly.

"Beck." came the wavering reply.

"Beck? What kinda name is that?" Dean asked pulling a face.

"Mine, it's short for Rebecca, smart ass!" Beck said sitting up and getting mad.

Shoving her pretty, though wet, blonde hair out of her eyes Beck looked up to glare at the guy who had made a wisecrack about her name.

Beck looked at Dean Winchester and felt like she was going to faint.

What the hell was going on here?!

"Don't let Dean git to ya, missy. He's not as bad as he looks, just a damn idjit." Bobby said with a smirk.

Beck slowly turned her head in Bobby's direction and looked at him, her face was now turned ashen.

"Hey it's okay, no one is going to hurt you." Sam told Beck noting her change of color and freaked-out expression.

"Unless you're a demon, then we're gonna exercise 'ur ass or kill ya." Dean put in.

Beck looked at all three of them frowned, bit her lower lip, and whimpered.

"Dean!" came from both Sam and Bobby.

"I've lost my mind." Beck said simply and quietly.

Now it was the guy's turn to look confused.

"Why have you lost your mind, darlin'?" Bobby asked gently.

"Because this simply can not be happening." Beck explained calmly.

"What can't be happening?" Dean asked.

"This." Beck replied simply.

The three men shared another confused look, all thinking the same thing, "What the hell is she talking about?"

"Nearly drowning and ending up with three strange men?" Sam tried.

"No, that I could handle." Beck responded.

"Then what is it exactly that can't be happening, Miss Rebecca?" Bobby asked trying to keep his voice low and soothing.

"Beck please, I hate Rebecca it sounds like someone's maiden aunt." Beck told Bobby.

"Alright, Beck it is then." Bobby agreed affably.

Dean snorted and the other two men looked at him and glared.

"I wouldn't be one to snort if I were you. You were named after your grandmother." Beck commented quietly.

Dean's eyes grew large and he immediately became defensive; as well as suspicious, then asked angrily, "How the fuck do you know that?"

Beck looked at him with a slightly smug smile on her face and said, "Saw it."

"You're a psychic?" Sam asked.

"No." came the reply.

"A p-prophet?" Dean asked hesitantly still feeling a bit upset.

"Huh-Uh." came the response with a shake of the head.

"You're not a damn angel, are you?" Bobby wanted to know with a frown.

Beck gave a slight giggle and replied, "Nope, but I know about Castiel too."

"So what else do you know?" Sam asked guardedly.

"Just about everything up to this point and then some, but only because I'm impatient." Beck replied off-handedly.

*Splash*

Dean threw holy water on Beck without any further remark.

"Not. a. demon. either." Beck said dryly shaking her head.

"Nor am I a shape-shifter or a Werewolf, so don't even think about trying that route." she added.

"So what the hell are you then?" Dean suspiciously demanded.

"An archaeology major and an intern at a museum." came the truthful answer.

"So how do you know about us?" Sam inquired starting to wonder about the woman he had helped to save.

"Supernatural." Beck admitted easily.

"Shit is Chuck writing more of those damn books?!" Dean exclaimed.

"No, not that way, Chuck didn't write about Sam's addiction to drinking demon blood, and remember, I said I saw it not read it." Beck patiently corrected.

Sam blanched at Beck's words, he was hoping that mistake wouldn't become common knowledge. Looked like no such luck there.

"As unnerving as this is don'tcha think we better get you two dried off before y'all catch somethin'?" Bobby intervened.

Sam quickly dug through his bag and extracted a pair of sweats. He walked over to Beck and handed them politely to her.

Beck stood up, looked at Sam with an embarrassed smile on her face, and took them from him.

"Thank you, Sam." she said gratefully.

Bobby, who was by now, back in his wheelchair cleared his throat at the boys and turned around. Sam and Dean followed Bobby's example of trying to give Beck what privacy as possible while she changed out of her wet things and into Sam's dry sweat clothes.

Beck smiled gratefully at the guys for turning their backs, she then proceeded to peel off her wet clothes and put on Sam's clean dry sweatshirt. After putting on the sweatshirt she realized that it was either big on Sam or he was a whole lot taller than she thought and he'd just been standing in front of her offering her the clean clothes.

Beck bent down and retrieved the belt from her wet pants; she found it dry enough to use so she put it on and turned Sam's sweatshirt into a makeshift dress.

"Sam." Beck said to get him to turn around.

Sam instinctively turned at the sound of his name and was rewarded with his sweatpants tossed at him.

"No sense in you getting sick when this will do just fine for me." Beck shrugged.

Sam grinned at Beck's nonchalant manner, watched as she turned her back to him (to return the favor of privacy), and walked over to the old fireplace.

Sam stripped off his wet things and pulled on his clean dry sweatpants.

Bobby took off his usual plaid overshirt and handed it to Sam.

"Thanks, Bobby." Sam said grateful for the dry shirt to wear.

"Yup, no problem boy." Bobby returned.

"Now that, that's taken care of, you still haven't explained what you meant." Dean said to Beck; coming straight to the point.

Beck had been looking into the fireplace wondering if it would be safe enough to use to dry her and Sam's clothes. She decided to make a try for it; after all, she and Sam really needed dry clothes. So Beck hadn't really heard Dean when he demanded an explanation to how she knew what she knew.

"Dean, can you hand me a bunch of that busted-up wood please?" Beck asked

Dean stood there for a minute and stared at Beck.

"Git the wood, boy." Bobby admonished Dean snapping him back into reality.

Dean grabbed wood like he was asked by Beck and told by Bobby; as he brought it to her he saw her eyes grow wide, she then reached for his shotgun, and fired it at him!

*BANG*