Ladies and Gents another chapter sorry for the delay. But at this point I'm writing as much as I can before putting it up. So expect multiply chapters. Enjoy! Tell me what ya think and all that jazz, if there's any mistakes i'm sorry. ALSO! THIS IS A FLASHBACK. Julia's flashback.

When I was younger I went to visit my aunt Monique a lot. To everyone she was a bit batty but she showed me the strange in this world. Why you should be afraid of the dark. But as our visits became scarce and I became older I doubted everything she told me.

Then one year ago she told me something I would never forget. I was 21 and it was on the annual family reunion. Oh joy. She hunted me down and pulled me away from my family and took me outside. Her daughter, Amy, hovered close by.

The sun was filtering through the trees, giving everything a soft glow. And the noise of the reunion a loud buzz behind us. Monique looked frazzled, dark brown hair, normally pulled back, was down and messy. Her blue eyes kept darting around and they looked haunted.

She patted my cheek, looking me up and down. Acted like everything was alright.

"Mom..." Amy whispered.

Glancing at Amy, she gave her a dark look then turned to me.

"Julia, honey. Its come to my attention that somethings going to happen."

I glanced over Monique's shoulder at Amy who got a dark look. Whats going on I thought.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"Remember when you would come visit me and I always told you to be wary of the supernatural? I know you don't think its real but it is, hun. And with whats going to happen, I can't change it." Amy mumbled something and Aunt M told her to can it.

"You are going to do great things." She said to me.

"Whats happening?" I asked, thinking the rumors of her being insane were true. What the hell was she talking about?

Giving a weak smile she grabbed my right hand. "I want you to have this. It'll come in handy when it's needed"

Covering my hand with both of hers, warmth spread throughout my whole body. I tried backing away but she kept me in place, by tightening her grip. As soon as it began it was over and she kissed my forehead and said goodbye.

Standing there like an idiot I closed my hand, not sure what to do. Amy walked over and stood in front of me. What the hell is going on? I thought.

"Julia!" I looked behind me to see Meg waving at me.

Turning back to Amy she gave me a sad smile. Hugging me she said, "If you need me, you know where I am."

Opening my hand, I found it empty although I still felt the warmth of whatever it was she did to me. Two days later Monique died and my life was thrown into chaos.

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"You have to come with me."

The sirens were coming closer. I wish he'd leave me, they'd take care of me, I thought. He picked me up and I cried out as pain racked my body. Grumbling an apology he shut the door and got in on the other side. The truck smelled of faint gun powder and leather.

Throwing the truck into drive, we left the burning house behind. A flash of police lights whipped past us and the stranger shifted in his seat. Opening my mouth to speak was difficult. The first time I tried it came out as a squeak. He didn't even move as I tried again.

"Was she there?"

Passing under a street lamp, the yellow light illuminated the inside of the truck. It was just bright enough to see him tighten his jaw and look at me with hard eyes.

"I'm sorry she wasn't there." he said softly

"Who are you?" I asked now feeling a little intimidated.

He didn't answer, just stepped on the gas a little harder. The pain n my body was now just bearable and I thought I was in deep shock. The headlights flashed on a sign. Now leaving Oregon. I blinked replaying that in my head, panic started to well in me.

"Who are you?" I demanded loudly. "Where are you taking me? The hospital-"

"John Winchester. I'm sorry but you have to come with me. Your the only-I'm sorry but its better this way."

Better this way? I nearly shrieked a him. Who the hell was this guy? Trying to keep my head clear from the pain and panic was difficult. Until we passed under a few more lights and something flashed at my feet. Looking down I saw it was a rifle.

Adrenaline pumped through me and I became fully awake. I slid closer to the door.

"Damn it." I whisper, trying to make myself small. What was he going to do? I curled my hands into fists. My left arm burned as I brushed against the seats and irritated the blisters.

We were off the main road now, and onto the back roads. Anything could happen out here. It was dark, good hiding places for murder I thought. Hearing me move, John looked at me, then down at the rifle and swore.

What had I done to deserve this? I thought. Was the sick person that started the fire one of his friends? The thought of what my Aunt had said to me two weeks ago about the supernatural being real scared me. I wouldn't believe it. The truck started to slow down, and the sound of gravel underneath tires reached my ears as he pulled over.

Tensing up, he threw the truck into park then turned if off. I put my legs on the seat to distance myself from him and slipped my right hand behind me to clench the door handle. Sighing loudly John turned towards me. Flipping th trucks overhead light on he said,

"Look I'm not going to hurt you."

"Thats what they all say." I replied coldly trying to keep the fear from my voice.

His hand moved slightly on the steering wheel, making me jump and kick him in the jaw at the same time I opened the door. Falling backwards onto the gravel, my heading spinning and the words of my aunt saying I'd do great things swirling around in my head as well. Jumping up I ran off in a random direction in the dark. I heard him swear and open the truck door.

Without the headlights it was pitch black, and the only sound was me breathing hard and my feet hitting gravel. I wasn't sure if I should be happy running on the road. Why isn't he coming after me? I thought. The trucks engine roared to life and the headlight turned on. Hearing the engine scared me and I slid in the gravel, landing awkwardly on my left arm.

"Damn it." I yelled, staggering up and turning slightly to get out of the lights way, only to have my leg hit barb wire.

"DAMN IT!" I screeched, trying to untangle my leg in the dark and slicing my fingers.

Free, I tried running again but my leg buckled and my body was beginning to scream in pain from all the falling and the burns I received from tonight's hell. Laying in the gravel and feeling like lad I tried to figure out a plan.

John drove the truck close to me, swerving at the last second to stop from hitting me and stopped. The headlights exposed me totally and I felt sick. John stepped out and leaned next to me.

"Kill me now." I whispered nearly sobbing, and tasting blood.

He sighed. "I told you I wasn't going to hurt you. I need your help."