I was running through a forest, I could hear screaming; my dad's screaming. I had to get to him but I couldn't get there fast enough. I heard the howl of a werewolf and then there was no more noise. I closed my eyes, when I re-opened them I was in a room, in a basement. I could barely make out anything from the blood that was in my eyes. I went to feel my forehead for a cut but I couldn't lift my hands, I was stuck to the wall. All of a sudden there was a flash of blinding pain.

I woke up as a scream escaped my lips; I sat up quickly, covered in a cold sweat. I tried to look around to get my bearings but I couldn't see much since there was something running into my eyes. I reached up to find the source of the problem, and with a stinging pain my fingers found a rather large gash on my forehead that was bleeding steadily into my eyes. I turned my attention to the extremely sharp pain that was coming from my stomach.
I got up off the couch and blindly started stumbling in the direction of the bathroom. I heard someone stir when I tripped over the duffle bag that had been left in the middle of the floor, at least I thought it was the middle of the floor, I didn't have any reference points in the dark. I let out a soft curse and began pulling myself off the floor when a sharp pain shot up both of my legs. I managed to suppress a scream but a squeak had escaped before I could pull myself together and I heard one of the guys sit up,
"Kaiden? Is that you? Are you okay?" Dean's voice cam across the room in a whisper that was thick with sleep, I heard worry in his voice. It seemed as though he hadn't lost his protective streak.
"There's something wrong with my legs. I can't walk." I replied in a tense whisper. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been before but it was still enough for me to have to clench my teeth against crying out.
Dean got up from his bed, was picking me up into his arms, yet again, and walking towards the bathroom within seconds.
He closed the door behind us before turning on the light so that it wouldn't disturb Sam. He sat me down on the edge of the bathtub, I started teetering and almost fell in before he caught me and decided that it was better that I sit where I couldn't fall and placed me on the floor, leaning against the wall.
Dean stepped back to get a good look at me and his eyes widened. He muttered something to himself and began wiping the blood from my eyes, for which I was eternally grateful. I looked down at myself to see the white t-shirt I had been sleeping in was covered in blood,
"I think a lot of the blood is from my stomach."
He lifted my shirt to get a look at the damage,
"What the hell did you do to yourself?!" his voice was still a whisper but it had risen slightly with an emotion that I couldn't quite pin down.
I gave him an offended look and slapped his hands away from where they were prodding the wound on my stomach,
"Damn it Dean! I didn't do anything to myself, I had this dream where – never mind the point is I woke up in a lot of pain and I couldn't see so I got up to go to the bathroom and then my legs like, stopped working and then you woke up."
Dean thought about what I had said for a moment before he spoke again,
"You're Sammy's age right?" I nodded my head, "Jesus, we need Sammy."
Dean walked out of the bathroom before I could question his last comment. I was quickly lost in my own thoughts; Dean knew that my mom had died the day I turned six months. The same thing had happened to Mary Winchester, the boys' mom, on Sam's six month birthday. My dad started looking into the supernatural around that time, but didn't really start hunting any of it until I was six, that was when he met John Winchester, I met Sam and Dean a little while after that and started spending a lot of time with them. My dad started hunting with John. I rarely saw my dad for years after that; he became so obsessed with the job that he barely had any time for me. My brother was ten when our mom died and he refused to put up with my dad's "delusions." He didn't believe that there was anything out there in the dark; he chose to believe there was a scientific reason behind everything. Needless to say my brother, Brian, and I never really got along.
Neither Dean or Sam ever met Brian; he left when my dad told us he was going to hunt the things he had studied since our mom died, my brother freaked out, he just packed his bags and left.
I had been so deep in my own thoughts that I didn't even see Sam come into the bathroom and crouch in front of me. He began wiping the blood out of my eyes, where it had began to pool again, just like Dean had, except he pulled a couple band-aides out of his shave kit and began placing them over the cut on my forehead. I could tell he was trying to be gentle but I still flinched in pain,
"Sorry," he murmured, then looked me in the eyes, "Kaiden, do you – I mean; Dean told me what you said. Have you had dreams like these before?"
I seriously considered not telling him the truth. I mean I was already the girl with the dead parents; I didn't need to be the girl with the dead parents who also got freaky visions and saw things before they happened. Nuh-uh, no way in hell. But then I thought about my wounds and current inability to walk, there was a chance that my dreams would continue to worsen and they might do some serious damaged, well worse then bleeding all over and not being able to walk.
Anyways I thought that I should give these two guys who had helped me so much when I was younger and were now helping me once again the courtesy of the truth, I sighed and opened my mouth,
"They've been happening for about a year. I- uh dream things before they happen, I'd been dreaming about something terrible happening in a forest. I had an awful feeling that something was going to happen. I ignored it and now my dad is dead."
I did realize that I had mostly rambled on; but I blamed my lack of ability to put a sentence together on the fact that I was losing a lot of blood through a massive hole in my stomach.
I felt my energy drain and my eyes slide closed,
"Whoa, whoa! Come on honey, stay with me."
I managed to tell him about my stomach; and after taking a look he grabbed a towel and held it against the gash.
Dean came back into the bathroom carrying food that I assumed came from a vending machine, he handed me a bag of skittles,
"Uh thanks Dean, but I'm not that hungry at the moment."
Yes I had lost a lot of blood, but I hadn't lost my ability to be a snot,
"It's not for your hunger, or lack there of. It's for blood sugar. So shut-up and eat-up."
He looked to Sam who was still holding the towel tightly against my abs, "How's she doing?"
I was moderately insulted about the fact that he didn't even ask the question to me. But then again it was nice to know someone cared about me just as much as they cared about the hunt, much unlike my own father,
"She needs to go to a hospital, the cut on her forehead is shallow, but the one on her stomach is deep. It needs stitches."
That grabbed my attention, "I am not going to the hospital," I said with force, "I have a needle and thread. If neither of you can sew worth a damn, I will do it myself."
I was putting my foot down, figuratively speaking of course, since I wasn't sure I could stand, let alone stomp.
Dean made a sound that could only be classified as a snort and turned to Sam, who spoke,
"Kaiden, you are crazy to choose a dirty motel bathroom over a nice sterile hospital. You need medical attention."
I gritted my teeth and looked Sam straight in the eyes,
"I am not going to a hospital. Sam, you told me that Dean is a wanted criminal. You are too Sam. It wouldn't be the best idea to prance into a hospital when your being tracked by the feds."
Dean sighed,
"Sammy, she's right. Kaiden won't go to the hospital and we arn't in a position where it would be a good idea to bring any attention to ourselves. Fake identies or not." He turned to me, "There is no way in hell that I am letting you sew yourself shut; tell me where the needle and thread are. I will do it myself. Sam get the whiskey out of my bag."
The two Winchester men ran around gathering supplies, Sam came into the bathroom and sat behind me and I leaned back on him, he wrapped his hands around my forearms.
Dean came back into the bathroom holding a bottle of whiskey and my needle and thread.
He cleaned the wound with the whiskey, threaded the needle and tried to pass the bottle to me, I shook my head,
"No thanks, I don't drink."
"It's for the pain, believe me; you don't want to do this without it."
I shook my head again, and he shrugged his shoulders,
"Fine," he said, "This is your last chance for a nice clean hospital and some good old medication."
"Just do it." I said through clenched teeth.
The next fifteen minutes were exactly how I envisioned hell would be like.
No matter how careful Dean tried to be, it still hurt like a son of a bitch. Nothing can compare to having your skin sewn together in a motel bathroom without any kind of pain-killer.
Sam kept my arms tightly in his hands, so I wouldn't try to punch Dean; honestly I probably would have if I'd had the chance.
Once Dean was finished I tried to stand up, but both he and Sam stopped me before I could even fully sit up.
"Don't move until you aren't feeling weak anymore, and don't try to tell me that you feel find because we both know that's a load of crap."
For pretty much the first time in my life I didn't argue. I looked from Sam to Dean and from Dean to Sam. I saw the exhaustion in both of their eyes,
"Your guys, go to bed. You're pretty much dead on our feet."
Dean thought for a moment,
"Sammy, you go to sleep. I'll stay here with Kaiden. I won't be able to sleep anyways."
Sam nodded, gave me a quick hug and then walked back into the other room.
Dean shut the door behind him and leaned against the wall beside me and closed his eyes,
"You falling asleep on me?" I asked jokingly,
"Of course not." He mumbled without opening his eyes.
I was falling asleep, for a while I tried to fight it but eventually gave in and leaned completely against Dean's body and let the exhaustion over take me.