Okay. Here's another chapter. This one being in Amy's point of view.

Dean grunted as he sat down on the back of the bike.

"We gonna go or what?" he asked.

"Unless you wanna end up back in that hospital bed, I suggest you hold on." I said.

He put a limp arm around my waist. His funeral, I thought. Starting the bike, I eased out onto the road, then started to speed up. Deans arm tightened and I smiled.

We were only riding for a few minutes when my head started to throb. I winced. It was getting more severe.

Dean must've seen the pain I was in through one of the mirrors.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just a really bad headache."

"Maybe you should pull over." he said.

"I'll be fine," I said, but immediately regretted it. Just then a huge wave of pain hit me.

"Amy, what's wrong?" Dean yelled. "Pull over!"

I pulled off to the side of the road and parked. I hopped off the bike and ripped my helmet from my head.

"Dammit!" I yelled.

Grabbing my head I fell to my knees. It felt like my skull was splitting in half.

"Amy!" Dean yelled.

He quickly got off the bike and ripped his helmet off.

"Amy whats wrong?" he asked crouching down next to me. "Amy, look at me. Look at me!"

Looking up at him, I could hear him and see him but he seemed so far away. Suddenly everything began to shake. My surrounding began to change and Dean disappeared.

Two brown eyes filled up my vision. They were as clear as day. I watched as they turned to pitch black. I could fill the fear grip my heart, how could this happen? I thought I haven't had a vision in a long time. Suddenly I heard a gun being loaded and cocked.

"Now!" someone screamed

A shot rang out.

Another person screamed, "NO!"

The vision began to disappear and I could see Dean again. He was crouched over me, worry lining his features.

"Amy, can you hear me?" he asked.

"Huh? Yeah." I said, feeling dazed.

"Did you have a vision?" he asked

"What? How did you know?"

"My brother, Sam, he gets the same funny look on his face." he replied, with a half smile.

Well this is weird I thought, shooting Dean a dark look. What was the vision all about? And why did I have one now? I haven't had one in a long time. Almost a year.

Dean stood up and offered me his hand. Ignoring it I stood up by myself. Shakily I walked to the bike and slowly eased my way up and sat down. Jamming my helmet back on I looked back at Dean who was just standing there a look of amazement on his face.

"Afraid of me falling off again? Come on lets get your baby." I said trying to keep my voice from shaking. I had one killer headache right now.

Hesitating he slowly got back onto the motorcycle. Like its really going to happen again I thought, rubbing my hands across the handle bars. I was about to kick it into gear when Dean asked;

"What did you see?"

"Your face all up in mine?" I said.

"Cute." He said dryly. "But seriously what did you see?"

Sighing I replied, "Someone's eye's turning pitch black."

"Thats it?"

What where you expecting I thought, balloons and clowns? Instead I said, "I heard someone yell 'NOW; and a gun being fired, then someone screamed 'NO!'" and waved my hands in the air like it didn't matter. Which was kind of true, I didn't know what it was about so why should I care?

"Anything else?"

"No. Now can we get going? The other are waiting." I said impatiently.

Slipping a hand around my waist, the grip, slightly tighter than last time. I put the motorcycle into gear and began the drive to the junk yard again.