Christ! What the hell happened! Frankly I don't recall hitting my head that hard during my past mishaps. I'm no doctor but ain't that the cause of seizures. Maybe now my thoughts of keeping my nightmares to myself wasn't a good idea. Well it would be kinda hard to after I did my imitation of an electric toothbrush, Mulder and Scully were ready to interrogate me once again.

Creaking my eyes open I was aware of Mother Goose, who was inches away from my nose which in turn startled me at first. Then the fussing began. Was I okay? Was I hot or cold? How many fingers were being held up? I scowled as hands were compressed against my face. The Mother Hen appeared beside the frantic Goose, equally as worried. Though there was something about the Hen's eyes that caused me to wonder.

"Jesus!," I grunted trying to sit up. "That was something completely different."

The Goose ordered me to lay down until he checked me over. A routine I had grown accustomed to over the years.

"Geddoff me Dean," I snapped, swatting him away and cautiously swinging my short legs over the edge of the bed. "Else you'll go gray sooner."

I massaged my temples and let out a weary groan. My brothers panicked, fearing I might have another fit any second. Glancing and inspecting their expressions I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Guys I'm fine" I assured them.

They looked at each other before joining me on the bed, Sam on my left and the Goose on the right. I bit my lip.

"Okay that statement I just made about being fine," I said with a slump of the shoulders. "It was bullshit."

The noises and images that had been haunting me for the past two weeks had been driving me freakin insane. Normally I bottle my issues to avoid worrying my brothers, but this was something else. Something different. Running my fingers along the healing scald mark on my knee cap, I took a deep breathe.

"It's…uh..it's just," I started shakily, aware of my brothers watching and observing every little thing about me. I paused. "Forget it. It's me just being weird again."

I am weird, in many ways. I'm a part time ghost whisperer, and the fact I've survived countless near death experiences through some freaky goings on involving a hand and a pair of blue eyes. Eyes I swear seem familiar to me. Now these dreams could be added to the list of 100 Things that Makes Chris Winchester a Freak.

"It's just," I said quietly. Before I continued I gazed up at them with a shameful look upon my face. "You'll think I'm being crazy again."

As a little girl I was known for talking to myself and to imaginary friends, forever in my own world. Socializing with other children was difficult as it was something I wasn't used to. Then again this was before I entered elementary school and gained the reputation of nerd bodyguard and bully beater extraordinaire.

"Ain't you always" joked Dean to which Sam and I shot him identical dirty looks.

Our twin bitch faces shut the Goose up at that point.

"Something's wrong with me," I confessed whilst clasping my hands. "And I mean some seriously fucked up shit." my head fell forward and I held it in my hands. Twitching my left foot nervously I continued.

"I've been having these dreams" my voice murmured.

Sam gasped and gazed at me intently, clearly my confession had clarified whatever was currently running through his mind. Was it just a wild guess or was it a freakish mind reading trick he had conjured up suddenly. The shock in his eyes made me question his reaction.

"How long have you been having these dreams?," he asked gripping my shoulders. "When did they start?"

"Uh…I dunno," I said stumbling over my words. "Two weeks I think. Ever since our birthday."

Right. What the hell was goin' on? He knew something, that much I knew. I needed to find out.

"What are they about?" queried Dean.

"I'm not sure really," I replied honestly. "It's mostly flashes of random images and sounds. They make no sense."

I reckon the guys felt real dumb for not noticing anything sooner, either that or I'm getting better at building mental walls.

"I'm beginning to think I'm having premonitions," I chuckled weakly. "It's certainly going down that road, the seizure merely confirmed it."

The expression on their faces tensed up even more before finally falling.

"Shit," groaned Dean. "Not again."

Around the time after my sixth birthday I was aware of Sam being disturbed by night terrors. Through those dreams he witnessed himself confronting his first Banshee to him getting ambushed by bullies behind the bleaches at a high school in Denver. He predicted these events days or even weeks before they actually happened, and they came true. Heck his abilities even brought us back to Lawrence for that poltergeist case in our old house. Wait a second. There is an eight year gap between Sam and I, so if I was six then he would have been fourteen. Balls! Guess it isn't just eye color that runs in the family then.

After more questions and a quick medical check, the Goose flapped away to grab us breakfast. A bagel with cream cheese was on my mind for breakfast that odd morning. Finally I was alone in the chicken coop with the Hen.

"Okay," I said folding my arms. "Spill."

The Hen was surprised by my demand. I know for a fact he wanted to avoid the topic.

"when you were having that seizure," he said steadily, studying my face. "The instant I touched you, I could see, hear and feel what you were going through. I don't know how but I also knew in a way about your nightmares."

My arms unfolded as my brother proceeded:

"I could hear you move around in the dark after you had been freaked by one. An instinct told me that something wasn't right. I was too afraid to confront it"

By this time I was cuddled up next to him on the motel room couch. Cue mushy pixie pop music and a studio audience going awww.

"Look's like we share something common Samwise" I said with a smirk and a quirky raise of an eyebrow.

The Hen swooped a feathery wing around the tiny ugly duckling and said:

"I guess we do Mr Frodo."

Things are certainly kicking off down in England. I just hope all the chaotic riots don't come up to Scotland. Not a nice thing to see on the news, hell London is hosting the Olympics next year.

If any readers are English, your neighbour Scotland is thinking of you. Hopefully the violence will end tonight. Stay safe if you live in the areas affected by the riots.

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