Disclaimer: Forgot to put it on the first chapter, uh oh. I don't own the brothers, sadly. I don't own anything previously seen on the show... no, I pretty much just don't own anything... damn. Oh well, ENJOY!

Chapter Two

One day at the end of those two months, Nadia peered around the corner at the Winchester's hospital room, her lithe form clinging to the wall while she waited for the doctor inside the room to leave again. Once he did, she turned the corner and stalked towards the door, hoping that no one of authority would show up and realize that she wasn't supposed to be there. Especially now, knowing that anyone of them could become possessed at any moment if they weren't already. She had made it to the door, too, before she heard the disapproving cough, the clearing of a throat, behind her. Turning slowly, with a fake 'innocent' smile at the ready, she mocked and mirrored the expression on Emily's face.

"Caught me." Nadia jabbed.

"You're lucky it was me and not one of the doctors, Dia."

"I know… I was keeping watch, they're doctor just left. The area was clear, little sister." She said pseudo-sweetly, "Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm going to go check up on them, see how they're doing… I haven't been in this week, anyway…"

"Dia, its Monday."

"…What's your point?" The huntress looked clearly and honestly confused, "Listen, we'll talk later, how about you meet me in the cafeteria when you're done with your shift? Til then… see ya." Before Emily could protest, or speak at all, Nadia had disappeared into the hospital room. Shaking her head, the younger of the two walked away.

Inside the room Nadia made her usual rounds, sneaking a look at each clip board; observing the progress of their recovery. They were strong, very strong, and from what she could gather since they had all been put in the same room… strongest as a family. As she stood by Sam's bed, the young man began to stir. Luckily for the young woman, she had snatched some scrubs from the supply closet near the elevator. Sam woke up mumbling something she couldn't quite catch.

"Sam… Sam Weatherly? I'm nurse… Cunningham, according to your charts you'll be able to leave by the end of the week. How are you feeling, Sam?" She said immediately, it's not like it was her first time imitating any form of medical personnel.

"Tired," he confessed sluggishly, "how's my family?"

"Well, you'll feel that way for a couple more days; it's the medicine we've got you on. As for your brother… he should be back in working order and ready to leave a few days after you are. Your dad's doing pretty well himself, he's still in a coma, but his vitals are good and our doctors are more than certain he'll be waking up sometime in the very near future." Nadia said, finding comfort in the way her words caused the young man to visibly relax, "Now—if you don't mind—I'd like to ask you a few questions, all pretty standard in procedure…"

"Shoot." His reaction coaxed a smile out of her, whether he ever knew it or not.

"Okay, um, now these are purely confidential. If you don't want to answer them, you don't have to, but for the ones you do… I'm going to need you to be completely honest. Alright, let's begin…" Having been asked questions by medical staff before, she knew exactly what to ask and when to slip in a question of her own without him knowing and shutting her out; he was doped up on drugs anyhow, he'd hardly know half of what he was confessing. "Can you tell me what year it is, Mr. Weatherly?"

"2006."

"Okay, very good, Sam. Do you know where you are? Aside from being in a hospital, I mean." The light scoff he managed to croak out was more than enough to give her hope.

"Jefferson City, Missouri."

"Very good. Okay, do you remember what happened?"

"Was taking Dean and Dad here, they were hurt pretty bad… then… white, everywhere."

"Hmm… okay. Can you tell me what happened to them, what hurt them, Sam?"

"Demon… The Demon, surprised us; hurt them." He seemed scared in recanting the events of the night she had found them; her own brows furrowed at the information he was giving Nadia.

"Demon you say? What kind of demon and why was it after you?"

"Demon that killed mom and Jess… fire… blood. Dad had been hunting it, and we have the one weapon that can… kill it." Fire? Blood? One weapon that can destroy it…no, it couldn't be the same… could it?

She cleared her throat before continuing, "Making great progress, Sam, you're doing wonderfully. Only a couple more questions to go, then you can go back to sleep."

"Okay."

"Okay… Sam, where are you and your family from?"

"Lawrence, Kansas."

"Alright… last one, just like I promised," the playful grin that found it's way to the young man's face almost made her wish she didn't have to stoop to this level to find out all this information. "How old are you and your brother?"

"I'm 23… Dean's 27." He followed the comment promptly with a yawn.

"Wonderful, Mr. Weatherly; wonderful job…alright, I'm going to get out of your hair and you rest up." She got up gathering her little notebook and pen and sticking them in the back pocket of her jeans underneath the scrubs, "If I don't get to see you before you're released… welcome back to the world, Sam Weatherly."

As she snuck back out of their room and discarded the scrubs, she found new purpose for her presence in the hospital; she needed to find a computer of some sort to find all that she could on Lawrence, Kansas in the past 20 or so years. Good thing it was late, she knew that doctors in cities like this rarely hung out in their offices at night. And as luck would have it, there was an office a few doors down, and its occupant was just locking up for the night when she spotted it. Waiting for the good doc to walk away, she crouched in front of an abandoned restock-cart. Peeking around the corner, she stood when the elevator doors closed.

"Showtime," she murmured with a smile. Picking locks had always been second nature to her so this one was undone and opened in less than 15 seconds flat. She was situated and ready to perform any hacking necessary when the computer finished booting up. And wouldn't you know it; this daffy doctor had no problem trusting anybody who could possibly break it… no passwords or anything. "Google it, bitch!" she whispered to the screen, waiting impatiently for her results to pop up. She couldn't help but feel a bit shell-shocked when it did load.

'Nov. 2, 1983: House catches fire, mysteriously killing one… wife, mother of two young boys… Dean Winchester, age 4… Sam Winchester, age 6 months… husband John Winchester…'

Okay, let's check for anything else on Sammy…

'Nov. 2, 2005: Palo Alto, CA. Apartment mysteriously catches fire, killing one… Jessica Moore, 22, dies in fire… boyfriend Sam Winchester left grieving.'

Oh god, it is the same demon. Well this is just wonderful… he said something about a weapon, the only thing that could kill It. But if it's the same demon, then… no, it doesn't exist… that was just a story mom and dad told us to keep us interested in… oh my god…it's true then…

Forecast for today is Satan's shit-storm… where's it at? Centering over the Winchester's and what's left of the Coltier line. Great, just fucking great.

Hastily, Nadia rushed to delete the internet history and remove any trace that she had been there before relocking the office door and racing down the many hallways and corridors of St. Mary's Health Center to the cafeteria where her sister waited patiently for the huntress to arrive.

"You've never been one to show up on time… Nadia? What's the matter… you're all flushed…" Her sisters attempted scolding withered away to panic when she saw the peculiar way Nadia had come into the room.

"Emily, this is so much bigger than I could have ever guessed." She whispered with wide eyes. To which her sister sighed heavily in reaction to, before speaking up herself.

"So… what is it? And how early is it that you need to leave? Now that you've found out whatever it is that's going on." She couldn't bring herself to face her sister; last time they parted it had been Emily who left, Emily who abandoned her big sister. But now that the person she'd always thought would be there to watch her back was leaving her behind.

"When am I leaving? Oh, no, no, no… when are we leaving. This is way too big for me to leave you to fend for yourself; you're coming with me whether you like it or not. We're going where people like us can be safe." Nadia's stern tone left no room for arguing; it was an order, something both girls were used to, and not about to disobey.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Moseley;" she said looking around suspiciously, barely catching her sisters brief flash of confusion, "We can't talk about it here, It could be watching. Don't come in to work tomorrow… if you tell them you won't be there, It'll know something's up and It'll come after you. That's a risk I'm not willing to make."

Emily felt like the world around her was spinning out of control; one minute it's the nice, safe, normal, apple-pie kinda life and as soon as her sister steps back in the picture BAM! Back to freaky-ville, USA! Where people like us can be safe? It could be watching? Risks she's not willing to take? What in the hell is going on? She'd better fill me in tomorrow if she expects me to play along. Wait…where's she go?

"Nadia... Nadia? Nadia!" She called, realizing she was in an empty cafeteria. "Well shit, why does she always do this?"

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt the familiar vibrations of the cell phone anchored to her upper right arm. "Holy mother of pickles! Goddamn cell… better not be another run… what the?" She could barely believe what was staring her in the face; a text message, but this time not the usual coordinates:

'1624 Jefferson St, 0300 hours
Rm 224. Be ready'

What the…Motel 6? She's staying at the Motel 6? And she expects me to be there and ready in less than four hours…fucking great. She thought bitterly, shaking her head and stowing the phone back into its holster. Sighing, she took one last look around; after nine years, everything normal she'd tried so hard to achieve was ripped away once more. Serves me right, I suppose, thinking someone like me could possibly have what I want for myself. Well, at least I got the opportunity… god knows Nadia never got that, and probably never will.

Goodbye normal life…hello once more to my crazy, criminal past.

Meanwhile back at the motel; Nadia waited patiently for 3 am to roll around, keeping herself busy by cleaning her guns, sharpening and wiping down blades, brushing up on any and all knowledge that she had on The Demon. She would be ready when the time came for it. What she wasn't ready for was another vision. Goddamnit, perfect, just perfect! She thought as pain blossomed behind her eyes. Why does it hurt? It never hurts…or at least it hasn't in years. What's happening to me? She thought before the images came flooding into her mind's eye.

She and Emily were at their destination, their safe house, resting in the kitchen; each girl nursing a cup of tea. That's when they heard the rumbling, it sounded like an old car engine… very similar to Nadia's Camaro, in fact.

The front door was flung wide open; they could hear the voices clearly all the way in the kitchen, at the back of the house. Their host stood by the front door, greeting new guests with a soulful, knowing laugh.

"Good to see… again, alive and well I see… very good… Sam… you been doing… abilities, I mean?"

"Same."

"Hmm, and I trust you're keeping him out of trouble?"

"As best as I can..." Said the other voice, unlike the other young man's, it was one Nadia couldn't identify. It was obvious that the other man was Sam Winchester… but who was it that was with him?

"Boys, come on in… someone I'd like for you to meet… going to help you…powers." The door was shut, and they could tell that the three people were heading to the kitchen to greet the girls. Nadia felt a great sense of apprehension, but couldn't quite understand why. "We're lucky to have her… I didn't think she'd come… she even brought her little sister with her…"

Nadia felt herself giggle as she caught Emily delivering her signature eye-roll, mouthing, 'Little sister, ha, little.' It distracted her from noticing the voices had entered the room. The long time friend that was housing them cleared her throat and began introductions.

"… these young ladies are the last… line of demon hunters; Nadia… sister Emily. Girls… Sam and Dean Winchester." She felt the color flush from her face as her eyes sprang open, her head bounced up from retreating to the observation of her teacup.

"Have we met?" Sam inquired politely, she could tell Dean didn't recognize them; he instead stared at Nadia in hopes of catching her attention on a more social level.

"Uh, I've heard about… Winchester men… but I can't say… ever met… before." She fibbed quickly, clumsily; thrusting her hand forward to authenticate her sincere deception.

There it was… the beginning of the end in a way. Nadia paused, momentarily neglecting her work; mentally noting how strange that vision had been. Not only did it hurt like they had when she first began to receive them, but the dialogue was choppy; almost to the point where it didn't make sense, another thing that hadn't happened since she had first come into her powers.

Glancing at the digital clock on the lamp post, which read 2:37 am, she sighed loudly in frustration and began to pack everything back into her car while she awaited her sister's arrival.

When she had finished and double checked each inch of the room for anything she might have forgotten, Nadia retrieved her phone from her pocket and made one last call.

It was 3:03 am when the taxi pulled into the Motel 6, it was then that Emily was slammed by emotions she hadn't felt in almost 10 years. She was skeptical, scared even; she had no idea what was going on, what she was up against, or what her sister had planned in that devious mind of hers. All she knew was that she had to trust her, and with 9 years between now and the last time she was forced into this situation, Emily began to doubt whether or not she could even do it anymore. But there it was room 224, the old black Camaro backed into the parking spot in front of it, all doors wide open. She shook her head as she clambered out of the cab, grabbing for her bags, Just like old times.

Emerging from the room, she saw Nadia was deep in conversation with someone. "Yes, room 313 on the fourth floor… the Weatherly's. Did you put those boxes I gave you in the back seat and trunk? Thanks Joe, I really appreciate you doing this for me… well, ya know, I would deliver it to them myself but I'm about to head out of town with my sister… yea, road trip to reconnect with her… it's been about 9 years, I told you that. When will you be able to drop the car off? Around noon… okay and I did remind you to not let them know who saw to the Impala's repair? Okay Joe, no just double checking, I've got to make sure this goes as planned. Okay, thanks very much, Joe… for everything. I'll talk to you later, bye now." She finished as Emily took her last steps towards her sister, tossing Nadia a questioning glance. "What? Just tying up some loose ends with something important… you're late, kiddo."

Emily continued to stare at her sister, who was standing with her arms crossed over her chest waiting for an explanation; giving a slightly annoyed look before sighing, running a hand through her chin length curly brown locks. "Well, between packing and waiting for the slow-ass cabbie to arrive; I was wondering what in the hell possessed you to try leaving for Lawrence at three in the morning. It's a two hour drive, isn't it?"

Nadia rolled her head back as a muffled chuckle rumbled in her throat, pivoting she tossed the last of her things into the trunk of the car beckoned for her sibling to hand her whatever bags the young medic had brought with her. "It is, but we're not going straight there… I need to make a stop in Blue Earth."

Emily scrunched her features as she drank in the information. "Blue Earth… Minnesota? Going to pay Pastor Jim a visit?"

"Something like that…" she said as she slammed the trunk, "Don't tell me you haven't heard?"

"Heard what?"

"Jim's dead; demon got him, and get this…" she said when her sisters face twisted in shock, "He was in the church, on hallow ground… in his arsenal room, in fact."

"What kind of demon could do that?" Emily inquired softly.

"I'm guessing it was one of the upper level jerks; either that or Uncle Jim was being careless… but its Jim, he wouldn't do that. Anyway, there are a couple of books and weapons we need; I spoke with one of his fellow clergymen when I got the call, Jim's left his library as well as his armory to us. But I can't snag all of it in one go; I'm only taking what we need for now. So I figured if we left now, we could get there, get what we need and get to Lawrence by dinner. It'll be a good 15 hours, give or take." Nadia had a serious look abut her as she explained, patting at her pockets in search of her keys. Emily raced to the passenger seat with newfound speed; learning your last living relative—aside from an older sibling—is now dead tends to elicit speed as well as a quiet and deadly rage.

"Did you factor in your type of driving into your time guesstimate?" the question sounded innocent enough, but from the smug expression on Emily's face, Nadia knew she was purely being a smart ass.

"What's wrong with my driving?"

"Nothing…you would have made a wonderful ambulance driver, speed is key with an ambulance." She rolled her eyes when Nadia continued to look at her as if she had a second head growing out of her neck. "You drive like a fucking bat out of hell."

"So?" The huntress huffed indignantly as she twisted the key and bade her beloved vehicle to come alive and roar down the highway. "…fine, we'll make it to Moseley's by 4… even with you being a drag-ass." She joked as the car pulled out into the interstate and the girls began their trek to the old church in Blue Earth.

Yaaay! Haha, so there's chapter two. Since I haven't gotten any reviews of praise or 'ew remove this crap', I'll consider that a green light on keeping the story up and that I'm doing pretty good with it. Reviews are lovely things.

Anyway, I'll get chapter 3 up ASAP. Until then, adios.