Author Note: Thank you guys for reading! This chapter was really fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it! :)

Sam, Dean and I quietly approach the house that we heard screams from. The lights are on, but we can't see any movement, so we decide it's safe to enter the front door. Once inside, we notice the large amounts of blood that cover the walls and floor.

"How many do you think there are?", I whisper

Dean looks at me, "Two or three at least."

I look at Sam, and with my machete ready we all walk into the kitchen. As soon as we walk in three vampires spring into action, trying to kill us. We all manage to escape our separate fights with minimal cuts and bruises and are just about to leave the house when two more vampires come out of nowhere. They attack Sam and Dean, ripping their throats out while I stand there completely shocked. The boys are killed, and the vampires run out the front door. I walk over to them with tears in my eyes, still not believing what just happened. Then, the world around me starts to disappear.

My eyes fly open and I see the hotel ceiling above me. I look to my left and see Sam sleeping next to me and Dean in the bed next to ours. I wipe the tears from my eyes and try to slow down my breathing because I don't want to wake the boys up. I replay the dream in my head and match it to a vampire hunt we did a few days ago, however, Sam and Dean had killed the vampires before they even got near them. These alternate ending dreams have been going on for about two weeks and I don't know what's wrong with me, why am I seeing the boys die in our past hunts?

I have told neither Sam nor Dean about these weird dreams because I don't want them to worry about me, they have enough to worry about. However, I might need to tell them soon because the dreams are starting to happen when I'm awake. They start with a headache so I'm usually able to excuse myself to the bathroom before they start so that I don't freak the boys out, but they are starting to come on quicker.

Sam's voice breaks my deep thoughts, "What's wrong?"

I look over at him, "Huh?"

He lets out a small laugh and pulls me to him, "You look like you've seen a ghost. What are you thinking about?"

I decide to be somewhat honest, "Just a weird dream, no biggie." I give him a weak smile as we hear Dean wake up.

Like always, Dean is starving so we head to a diner that we saw yesterday. Sam is looking for cases online while Dean eats the biggest pile of bacon I have ever seen. I reach across the table to steal a piece of bacon, and before Dean can protest I slide a piece of my toast over to him as a peace offering. He smiles and grabs the toast. Sam starts to tell us about a possible case, but I can't focus on what he's saying because the pre-vision headache is starting to creep up on me. Quickly, I asses my surroundings and decide the bathroom is my best escape zone but a woman gets up and walks over to it. I panic and say the first thing that comes to mind.

While Sam is in mid-sentence I half shout, "I'm going to get my jacket from the car it's kind of cold in here."

Before either of them can respond I'm jumping out of the booth and power walking out of the restaurant. I thought I could make it to the car, but the vision starts to take hold and the breath is knocked out of me. I try to get behind another car, but the vision takes hold and I fall to the ground. My knees hit first and then I push my palms to the ground to try and keep from passing out. Images flash in my head of our hunt from two days ago, the spirit we went to kill has cornered Sam and Dean on the balcony and before I can do anything they are pushed over the edge and fall four stories to their deaths. I start to come around when I hear Sam and Dean shouting and rushing towards me.

"Maddy!" Sam shouts just as Dean shouts "What the hell happened!"

My legs still feel like Jell-O so I stay kneeling on the ground, "I'm fine," I try to laugh it off, "Just tripped on the way to the car."

"Like hell you did." Dean says with a worried look on his face, "We watched you stagger out of the diner and then crumple to the ground, now tell us what's happening!"

Sam grabs my arm to help me up, "We know something has been going on with you. You've been mumbling in your sleep and you look scared every time you look at us."

I look up at them with tears in my eyes, "Okay, I'll tell you everything." Some tears slip out onto my cheeks, "I should have told you guys sooner, I was just scared."

They both look as if they were going to speak, but I stop them, "Let's just go back to the hotel room so no one overhears."

We reach the hotel room and I walk inside to sit on the bed, attempting to avoid the subject as long as possible. However, Sam and Dean are too impatient.

"Explain." Dean says as they sit on the bed across from me.

I take a deep breath and look at the floor, "Okay. For the past week or so I have been having these weird nightmarish dreams about our hunts. Not just normal nightmares, they are like alternate endings to our hunts. They are our actual past hunts and they always start exactly like it happened, but the endings are always you two dying instead of killing the monster. They have just recently started to happen when I'm awake, I don't know what to do." The tears are flowing freely now, and I am afraid to look up at the boys.

"A whole week!" They say in unison.

I look up and Dean says, "You've been suffering with this for a whole week and you haven't said anything!"

Sam looks at me with worried eyes, "We could have been working to figure out what's happening, why would you wait to tell us?"

I wipe my eyes with my jacket sleeve, "I didn't want you guys to worry about my weirdo visions, our job is stressful enough."

Sam gets up and sits next to me, wrapping his arms around me. For whatever reason, this make me cry harder because they are already worrying more than they need to.

I take a deep breath, "It's fine really, I can handle it, I'll be okay." I give them a weak smile but from their expressions I can tell that they aren't buying it.

"How many times have you seen us die?" Sam asks.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe ten or eleven times…" I respond.

Dean takes a sharp intake of breath, "No wonder you've been looking at us like we might drop dead at any second."

The brothers look at each other and seem to have a mutual thought.

"Don't worry, we will figure out what's happening, and we will fix it." Dean says to me as he pats my hand.

I don't trust my voice, so I just nod, and relief washes over me as I think of my life without these horrible dreams and visions.