I woke up the next morning and rolled over to find the bed empty beside me. A jolt of panic shot through my body, I sat up quickly and hopped of the bed.

I walked downstairs to see George, Dean and Sam standing in the kitchen with an assortment of weapons spread across the table. Everything from ninja stars (I'm honestly not sure where they got those from) to shot guns and machetes, it was all there.
Fay was standing near the fridge talking to Isabelle, who was sitting happily in her highchair,

"Morning ya'll." I said as I walked completely into the kitchen, making my presence known.
I received a 'good morning' from everyone and a kiss from Dean. Fay asked me if I wanted some breakfast and I began helping her to make bacon and eggs for everyone,

"He's been up all night." Fay whispered so the guys couldn't hear, "I went to feed Isabelle around three a.m. and he was in the living room, staring out the front window."

"He's worried." I whispered back, "Finding out about Jason wigged him out, but the connection with the yellow eyed demon is just too much."
She made a face that told me she was trying to remember something,

"A demon with yellow eyes, don't they usually have black eyes?" realization dawned on her face, "Oh god, is this the demon that killed your mom?"
I nodded my head and concentrated on cooking the bacon that was in front of me. I wasn't ready yet to think about what this meant for both me and everyone that I loved. I was worried that we had made a mistake by coming to Fay's, if the demon came after me, I didn't want to put anyone who couldn't protect themselves in the way. That meant Isabelle. Plus Fay was pregnant, and if anything happened to her or the baby I would never be able to forgive myself.
Out of nowhere a blinding flash of pain shot through my head and I could barely control the agony. I heard myself scream through the pain and heard the frying pan crashing down on the tile floor before everything went dark

Dean was unconscious, there was nothing I could do to wake him up and Sam was nowhere to be found. Jason was standing in front of me in the room I was in, I recognized the room, it was the bedroom that Dean and I had slept in the night before. There was a fire like pain shooting from my arm and I could see blood seeping through the sweater I was wearing. Jason kept repeating the same thing over and over again,
"I'm sorry Kaiden. I'm sorry Kaiden." He was still saying it as he raised the knife that was in his hand, the blade was covered in blood, my blood.

I came into consciousness slowly and realized that I was still on the floor, but in Dean's arms. His face was inches from mind and I could see both Sam and Fay's faces in my peripheral vision, I could hear Isabelle crying in the background,

"Kaiden? Are you okay?" Dean asked me with worry,

"She's bleeding." Fay commented and we all looked down at my arm, which was covered in blood. Well this was just ridiculous. Dean had told me about Sam having visions during the day but I never in a million years thought I would be plagued with that ability.

Dean helped me off the floor and Fay said something about getting some bandages and scurried out of the kitchen.
I got helped by both Dean and Sam to a seat at the kitchen table. Sam took a seat across the table from me while Dean just began to pace the length of the kitchen. Sam had always been better at asking the questions tactfully, while Dean just got frustrated and wanted the information at that instant. It wasn't Dean's fault he was impatient, it was just his nature and I got that,

"What did you see?" Sam asked gently as Fay wrapped my arm with the bandages and gauze that she had returned with,

"Dean was knocked out. Jason was there with a knife, I was in pain, he kept repeating the same thing."

"What did he say?" Dean asked, he had finally stopped pacing,

"He said that he was sorry, and then he brought up the knife."

"What did he do after that?" Sam inquired gently, he knew how much it sucked getting these dreams, well I guess they weren't really dreams anymore, they were visions. Great, I was now the freaky girl that could see into the future, not only while she was sleeping, but while she was awake and cooking breakfast as well. This was too fantastic for words,

"Nothing Sam, I woke up and I was back in the kitchen."

Fay had finished wrapping my arm so I stood up and started pacing the room in a very Dean-like fashion,

"Guys this is not good."
Dean gave me a look,

"Thanks for that one, I figured you passing out and then waking up bleeding all over was a good sign."

I shook my head,

"No, I didn't mean the vision. Well I kind of did, whenever I get these dreams, or visions or whatever. It's always connected with the demon. And we know Jason is connected with it. This can only mean bad things. We can't stick around here, we're putting Fay and George in danger."
George who had been standing against the wall holding a now whimpering Isabelle spoke up,

"We can handle ourselves fine. And there is no way we're letting you leave knowing the danger you're in. I'm a hunter, not some civilian, I can help you."

There was a battle waging inside of my head, part of me wanted to stay and accept the help from George that I knew we needed, but another part of me said that there was no way in hell that we should put them in danger and I should book it as fast as I could. The part of me that wanted to stay won out,

"Okay." I said, "What do you think we should do?"

"We can go to his house and see if anything is up there. Other than that, I don't know." Said Dean

I sighed and sat back down in the chair I had been sitting in before,

"What a morning." I mumbled, mostly to myself.

Later on that afternoon I sat on the window seat in the bedroom Dean and I were staying in, staring out the panes of glass.

I heard Dean walk into the room and moments later, felt his hands that were calloused from years of hunting massage my neck,

"You're scared." He stated,

I instantly denied it,

"No, I'm not."

No Dean, I thought, I believe the correct term is terrified.

Dean sat down in the window seat beside me and fixed me with a gaze so intense it made me uncomfortable,

"You're lying." He said, his gaze unwavering,

I stood up from the bed and began walking across the room, I changed my mind and spun around quickly to face him. It hadn't been Jason that had been truly bothering me,

"Dean we can never have a normal life."
Well I could tell by his expression that what I had said had been the last thing he had expected to come out of my mouth,

"What?" he asked, taken aback,

"We'll never be able to just get married and have kids. Never."

The expression of shock didn't leave his face,

"Y-you want to have kids with me?"
I had never in my life heard Dean Winchester stutter. He was always smoother than smooth. The guy with all the witty comments, he was a smart ass by nature. What I said really freaked him out and I wished I could take it back,

"Err," I said, "I was just putting out examples. It didn't mean anything, just saying what normal people would want."

He stood up from where he was sitting and walked towards me, with a grin on his face,

"You want to marry me." My mouth fell open and he pulled me into his arms, "You love me." He said in a teasing voice,

"Shut up." I said and I shoved him away from

He laughed and put a fake expression of hurt on his face,

"Looks like I'll have to return the ring then."

My mouth fell open once again. I would have had to stumble for words but just at that moment George knocked and came into the room, saving me from saying something that would undeniably be stupid.

"Whats up George?" I asked as he walked into the room, a serious expression on his face,

"I looked into trying to find Jason. I called where he works, they said he hasn't been around for weeks. His landlord said that he hasn't seen him in a while too."

I threw my hands up in frustration,

"So we just have to stay here like sitting ducks and wait for him to show?"

Dean shook his head,

"We'll wait for him. But I'll be ready to kick his ass."

I nodded my head and sat down on the window seat and closed my eyes,

"Well. If it's all the same to you guys, I'm going to close my eyes for a little while."

They both left the room, closing the door behind them.

I drifted off to sleep thinking that it would be a good way to kill time before Jason showed up, like he was bound to.

We didn't have to wait long, I woke up with my mouth and nose covered by a strong hand, and Jason's angry eyes staring down at me.