Yeah, I know it's been awhile. Sue me. I would like to take this time to thank AshleyElisabeth, WPear, and ItaSaku1220 for the follows and favorite. Hope you guys aren't too pissed at me. On that note, here we go. Let me know how you people feel about this one. I know it's short but I had my reasons.

The fact that someone was banging on my door at seven thirty in the morning ticked me off. If Zane had been barking up a storm that would have signified a stranger and give me just cause to jam my angel blade into the sternum of the bastard. But alas Zane was pretty excited about who was on the other side of the wood and all honestly, I knew exactly who was here from the moment I had been rudely woken up. Shuffling through the living room, tying the straps of my robe together, my lips were curled into a scowl as I made a bee line to the front door and whipped it open.

There he was, all smiles. I wanted to stab him in the neck. "You realize it's seven thirty in the morning, right?"

The dark-haired man smiled, lips twitching to hold back a laugh. "Yeah."

My eyes narrowed. "And that you are knocking like you're the police?" His smile widened into a grin. Bastard was doing this on purpose.

"Yeah."

"Then give me one good reason to let you into my apartment." I growled at him. I was not in the mood.

That same stupid grin was in place as he lifted a white paper bag. "Because I brought breakfast."

I narrowed my eyes at him and walked away, but not before unlocking the screen door for him. Curse my hunger and love for breakfast burritos. "I hate you so much right now Donny."

I could hear my brother greet Zane and then follow me into the kitchen as I grabbed two cups and the orange juice from the fridge.

"Why are you really here Donny?" Because I knew my brother and he loved sleep as much as me. So for him to be here at this time of day, it was serious.

He was already biting into a burrito when I slid the filled cup at him, an offended look on his face. "Well, excuse me for wanting to see my sister."

"Donny, it's seven in the morning. I know how much you enjoy sleeping in, like I would love to be doing right now, but lo and behold, here you are. Now tell me why."

My brother grew quiet, a serious look on his face as he eyed me. Finally he put down his food and leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. "What's going on with you, Ang?"

I raised an eyebrow at him but I did have some inkling of what he was talking about. "Depends, anything specific?"

The look on his face told me he wasn't falling for the distraction. "You know what."

Having this conversation with my brother was something that I had been unfortunately anticipating. You hear about twins and how some of them almost seem psychic with each other. Well, it wasn't complete crock. At least with me and Donny.

I wouldn't call it actual telepathy or whatever, all I knew is that growing up, we were just really sensitive toward each other, me more than him. Now it was more common with identical twins but even being fraternal, we had a strong bond. Growing up, hide and seek lasted longer than the game probably should have, considering we always knew if we were getting closer to each other.

It was little things. I knew when he was happy or upset and, once I became a preteen, he knew when to steer clear of me for a week every month. Going grocery shopping was easy as I knew exactly what he'd want. Hell, I even knew roughly when he'd be calling me. Today though I was surprised by his visit. Not my fault considering the bank incident two nights ago. I'd been distracted the last couple days. But it was something that had crossed my mind.

Studying the larger man in front of me, I wondered if all that was happening to me, with my trips to Winchesterland, was happening to him. He might just think of them as dreams but what if he was actually going there?

"Have you been having goofy dreams, Donny?"

The question made him pause, a confused look on his face for a second before his eyes narrowed. "Angie, did you ever buy yourself a gun?"

I threw my hands in the air. "What the hell are we talking about Donny? You're all over the place."

"I'm talking about the fact that I've had dreams of you getting the crap kicked out of you, Ang. Hell, one of them you got stabbed in the shoulder and ribs. I woke up in the middle of the night freaked out, thinking I was bleeding all over my mattress."

Well, good news: he wasn't venturing into Winchesterland. Bad news: He was dreaming my trips. I let my head fall back against my chair. Now, I had to explain this all to him. "They were just dreams Donny. I was watching TV before going to bed."

Well, I did say I was gonna give him an explanation, just not necessarily an honest one. Hell, I'm still having trouble with it.

Donny finished one burrito, morphing the foil into a tight ball before reaching for another wrapped serving. "Go get dressed."

I flinched back. "What for?"

He ignored my tone of voice, peeling the foil back to reveal tortilla. "We're gonna go shooting."

My head fell back, letting out a sigh. "Donny…"

Of course he ignored me, continuing on like I hadn't spoken. "And then we're gonna go buy you a gun."

I was quiet, watching him as he munched away on eggs, chile, and potatoes. It took a few seconds but Donny caught my stare, and with emphasis, took a large bite. He chewed a few bites before giving me a happy, yet sarcastic, smile.

I rolled my eyes at him, turning away and back down the hallway to my room. "Fine. Give me twenty minutes. And don't eat all the food."

~~~SPN~~~

If I was being honest with myself, as soon as Donny said that we were gonna go shooting, I was pretty excited. I hadn't gone shooting in at least nine, almost ten months so it was nice to get back in the range.

We carpooled in Donny's jeep, driving out of Seattle and into Bellevue, stopping in front of a building named Wade's Eastside Guns. This was one of Donny's favorite places to go shooting and, considering how dead it was this early in the morning, he quickly procured us two lanes.

I didn't own any firearms, at least not yet if Donny got his way, so my brother had brought along a few of his. Two Smith and Wesson's, one a nine millimeter and the other a forty caliber, and a thirty-eight revolver Donny affectionately called Billy.

I shunned "Billy" and the forty, grabbing the nine millimeter as my gun for the outing. I'd shot plenty of other calibers before, but I enjoyed the nine's simplicity. Plus I figured if I did get a gun, it'd be a nine millimeter. Also, if I happened to take the gun with me to Winchesterland, I was sure the boys could spare me a few silver or iron rounds.

I could admit my aim was off the first couple shots. I managed to miss the silhouette completely, hitting the edges of the paper target. I didn't have to see or even hear Donny to know he was chuckling at me from the next lane. Sibling rivalry reared its head and I took a moment to change my pose and study the target. The rest of the magazine was spent in the two center rings of the humanoid target.

I smirked. "Suck it Donny!"

All in all, the next hour went by quickly with Donny winning by a few points, enough to get me thinking about making more trips to the shooting range. Next order of business was getting a gun for myself. I thought it was gonna be a huge process but Donny ended up just giving me his nine millimeter. We signed a few sheets of paper and viola! I was the proud owner of a gun. I thought it was quite pretty actually.

The slide was silver, and not that obnoxiously shiny silver like my angel blade, more akin to matte. The rest of the gun was a flat black, the two tones complementing each other. When Donny had first purchased the gun almost two years ago, I was quite taken with the firearm.

Now we were heading back to my apartment, Donny having to be at work at eleven. Whenever Donny and me got together, we didn't talk much. Not because we were awkward but because it was a comfortable silence. If we happened to see something interesting or whatever, we already knew what the other's opinion about it was. I could see anything and know that Donny would laugh or get upset. We talked to each other with head tilts and quirking eyebrows, never words.

It was on this drive though that I started thinking about me and my brother. Donny was my twin, granted fraternal but still. Was he experiencing anything strange? Normally he would tell me about weird stuff he discovered or if he experienced something crazy but so far nothing.

I thought about how my wound magically disappeared the other night and it got me thinking about how I had never really gotten sick, ever. I'd never gotten the flu and very rarely I had colds, maybe once in the last three years. Even then it had only lasted a few days. Even when Jared got the chicken pox when he was eight and our parents had insisted that Donny and me cling to our older brother in hopes of contracting the infection. Nothing. Our parents waited for months to see if I would break out in the trademark blisters but it never happened.

Glancing over at Donny as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel while waiting for the green light, I was suddenly enlightened with the fact that Donny shared that quality as well, just to a lesser degree. He'd also never gotten the flu and had the same number of colds as me but he had managed to contract chicken pox from our older brother, only his case had been incredible mild and he'd recovered in half the time Jared had.

The only real thing that tied Donny to Winchesterland was his dreams of my trips. Considering I was passing off my trips as just dreams, he wouldn't think too much of it. There had been cases before where we'd caught very brief glimpses of each others dreams before but nothing very detailed, thank God. It was because it had happened to us before that I was comfortable with leaving everything as it was. As long as it didn't get too crazy, he would leave it be. But I knew at some point he would get suspicious and I would just have to tell him the truth.

"You'd tell me if anything was wrong right?"

Donny's voice was serious when I exited the jeep outside my apartment. Turning to look at him, I could see the worry, as much as he tried to hide it.

"Yeah, Donny. I'd tell you if something was wrong."

He studied me for a few seconds before nodding at my answer. "I'll see you later, alright?"

I waved at him and Donny responded with a smirk and the peace sign, waiting until I had my front door open before peeling away from the curb. It was a rule my family practiced. No driving away until the other person was safely inside their home.

Locking the door, I greeted Zane who welcomed me with his stuffed beaver toy, squeaking it at me. It was still early so a trip to the park sounded ideal. I knew Zane would have no objections to my plan. Really I just needed to get my mind off the two Winchester men that were starting to take over my thoughts.

Tucking the hand gun case into my underwear drawer, I tried to ignore the worry building in my gut. Worry over the fact that it was the second season and Sam would die, resulting in Dean sealing his soul to bring him back, which would set off a horrible chain of events-

"I need to get out of here," I mumbled, shaking my head to dismiss the thoughts. I looked over at Zane who was lying content in the middle of the bedroom floor, gnawing affectionately on the beaver's head. "You wanna go to the park?"

The poor beaver was forgotten as Zane bolted out of the room, his footfalls sounding clumsy in his mad dash to the door. I smirked, grabbing a hooded over-shirt from my closet, surprisingly not belonging to either of my brothers, and was in the process of stuffing one arm into its sleeve when I heard a familiar guitar riff start from the kitchen.

I was buttoning up the garment when I entered the cooking space, tilting my head to read the caller id on my blaring cell phone. Nebraska? I didn't know anyone from that state. Now, do I pick it up or let it ring? Eh.

"Hello?"

It was silent for a moment before a slightly accented voice replied. "Who's this?"

My eyebrows rose and the rest of my body morphed into the pose of a woman affronted: hip cocked and a hand on said hip. "You called this number, so who's this?" I had to admit that the voice tugged at me.

"Listen I don't have time to play games-"

I tuned him out because I was suddenly hit with lighting. It can't be. "Ash?"

The line was silent before his voice, slightly impatient, came back. "I don't know who you are but just put Dean on the phone. I got something to tell him."

I wanted to hyperventilate at the fact that he managed to call my cell phone from a different reality but his words made me focus. "'Something to tell him?'" My eyes grew wide and I felt a sharp tingle in my spine. "Ash, is this about- never mind. Ash I need you to listen to me. Grab your research and go. You need to get out of the Roadhouse right now."

"You don't understand, this is big. I need to-"

"They know Ash. They know that you know. So you need to get out of there, pronto." I could hear static creep onto the line and I felt panicked. Were the demons already there? The throbbing starting up behind my eyes was an indicator. I needed my gun and angel blade.

"Ash?" Static had taken over by now but I didn't know if he could hear me on his end. "Ash, get out of there."

The line clicked off and I let out a growl, wanting to throw my phone against the wall. The pain in my head grew and I knew I was about to be teleported. And I was scared. I had never really been freaked out before but this time it was different. The Roadhouse was about to be demolished, Sam would be killed, and Dean was gonna sell his soul.

I turned on my heel, marching down the short hallway toward my bedroom when I gasped, my legs folding underneath me. I found myself tucked in the fetal position, my hands gripping tufts of hair from the pain. I wouldn't be able to reach my room for my weapons but with my knowledge I could still help. If I got there at the right place and right time. So I did something I really hadn't done before. I let go and welcomed the dark.

~~~SPN~~~

Gasping for air, I sat up, my lungs burning from the frantic intake of cold air while I searched the darkness surrounding me. It was woodsy, the ground covered in moss and tendrils of the wet spongy material hanging from a few of the branches.

With no time to waste, I was up and moving, relying on my instincts that were telling me to go a certain way. Soon the trees thinned and I could see a few buildings and I felt my heart start pumping. I recognized those structures. Hurrying along the trail, I kept my eyes peeled for any sort of weapon, my eyes lighting up when I spied some rocks. I ignored the small ones and compared the two bigger ones.

The baseball dimensioned one was the winner, and right in time as I saw a young Sam walk out of the red building with Jake. I paused, watching their interaction. I couldn't tell if Andy had already been killed or not yet. Last thing I needed was to go in there, threatening with my large rock and freaking Ava out. If I had my angel blade that'd be a different story.

"Oh crap," I muttered, seeing Sam take out his knife and put it on the ground. "Not good, not good." I knew what was coming so I decided to forgo the path and instead clambered down the hill.

"Crap, crap, crap," I chanted, seeing Jake uppercut Sam hard enough to send him crashing through the fence of the old corral. In my panic I missed a step and ended up sliding down on my backside the last ten feet through the mud to the bottom of the hill but I didn't care as I was up and creeping forward, keeping to the shadows on the other side of the fence, my rock clenched tightly.

Hearing the crunching of bone from Jake's punches made me cringe but I maintained my crouched position, waiting for the right moment. Which sucked because I really wanted to step in but Sam and me would have no back up if something happened. We needed Dean and Bobby to show up with the guns. Jake might be ungodly strong but he wasn't bullet proof. Bad thing was that it would be cutting it really close. Maybe I could get in the line of fire, replacing Sam. It was a somewhat valid idea, considering my accelerated healing but I wasn't sure how much damaged would be too much to heal from.

Finally, smacking Jake with the iron bar was enough to take him down and I watched, slightly horrified, as Sam raised the club above his head, preparing to strike Jake a second time. Guess I hadn't watched this episode in a while because I didn't remember this part. Luckily Sam wavered and he slowly brought his arm back down, dropping the weapon, causing me to sigh in relief.

In the distance I could hear Dean holler his brother's name and I looked over to my left, spotting the searching beams of light as Bobby and Dean made their way to the center of town.

Show time. I left the shelter of the trees, ducking in between two planks of wooden fence, and inched forward, my eyes locked on Jake as he got to his feet. Sam was turned away, heading toward the sound of his family, unaware that Jake had just reached for the knife.

Not caring that I was out in the open now, I whipped my arm forward and the rock launched itself in a powerful, perfect arc at the same time Dean let out a panicked shout to his brother.

Perfect arch but imperfect aim.

"Damn it," I muttered, running forward when seeing the rock speed pass Jake, a good foot away from him. I guess it had been a little too long since I played softball.

Although it wasn't all for naught. The speed and sudden movement was enough to catch in both Jake and Sam's peripheral vision, causing their instincts to kick in as they both flinched and ducked to the side.

They looked back to see where the rock had come from, seeing me running toward them but, in Sam's case, also seeing Jake with a knife behind him. Sam leapt away from the soldier in the direction of his family, the movement causing his attacker to focus back on him. I knew that Jake only wanted one thing and that was to kill Sam. He didn't care about us, he was just doing what Azazel told him. He only managed to take one step forward before I was upon him and I figured I could use my power logs to deliver a good kick.

Milliseconds later, I was facing the dark sky, a bit disgruntle about the fact that I was on my back and lying in a cold puddle, hair and clothes soaked to the bone. Okay so maybe drop kicking Jake wasn't the smartest idea but I was already flying through the air when I reached him. It certainly got him away from Sam though. Right before I made contact I saw Dean and Bobby converge on Sam, becoming human shields with shotguns. I nearly laughed at what just happened. I managed to give destiny the finger.

Suddenly a large hand gripped the front of my shirt, lifting me about a foot off the ground. Focusing my sight, I was mere inches from Jake's dark eyes burning into my own and I could feel the cool blade against my throat. Crap.

So we come full circle. Granted the wording was different but I didn't want to copy and paste the prologue. Also Angie was right were that one chick, I don't remember her name, the one that kills people with a touch, was at when she took off during the day. That's where she over looked the town. I was gonna keep going but I decided to add a little suspense. Not very good suspense but what can you do? Also, there really is a gun shop called Wade's Eastside Guns in Bellevue, Washington. But they aren't open at eight in the morning, so don't go bother them that early. Drop me a review and let me know what you feel about this chapter. Hopefully the next one won't take as long. Peace out. -Mez