We ended up driving around for a couple of days, staying in different motels, moving from city to city. Dean and Sam wouldn't let me go anywhere without one or both of them with me.

It turned out that Alex, the guy who had attacked me, had been following us since I had been released from the hospital after Dean and I got shot. Apparently the demon wanted a back-up in case his plan with Jason didn't go through as he had hoped, which it obviously didn't.

I felt queasy just thinking about the guy watching me and having no clue.

Dean and I were sitting around the small table that was pushed up against the wall of the dingy motel room we were staying in. Sam practically burst into the room and threw a newspaper on the table,

"I think I found something." He said in a slightly out of breath voice.

Instead of saying anything I opted to take sips from my coffee and peer at Sam from over the rim of my cup,

"Did you run?" I inquired

"I. I just thought you guys would like to know."

I continued to stare at him unflinchingly until Sam became obviously uncomfortable. I pride myself on being able to stare people down,

"Err, Dean, could you tell her to stop looking at me like that? She's not even blinking or anything."
Dean laughed,

"You'd better stop it. Sammy might cry."

"Shut up. I would not, you jerk."

"Bitch."

"Guys!" I said interrupting them, "Can we just talk about the hunt?"

Sam took a seat around the table and flipped open the newspaper,

"Seven people over the last two weeks have been admitted to the local hospital in Bozeman, Montana."

Dean interrupted him,

"Sam, people get admitted to hospitals all the time, especially when they are around wilderness areas."

"Dean, I was going to explain the rest but you just can't keep your mouth shut, can you?"

"Go to hell!" Dean bit back

"Bite me, you self-involved piece of -"

"Guys!" I said for the second time, "Cool it, okay?"

Both the Winchesters had been keeping such a close eye on me that they were driving each other nuts. As a result of that, they were driving me up the wall,

"Sam. Please continue what you were saying. And Dean, shut up. I'm sick of playing referee with you two."

Dean scowled and sat down on the edge of the bed. I swear the guy acted like he was freaking three years old sometimes.

Sam picked up where he left off,

"So, as I was saying. All of these people are in the hospital right now, pretty much on the verge of death. Four people other than the ones that are in the hospital right now have died."

I shook my head and sat down beside Dean who was still scowling from what I had said. He was used to being told to shut up by Sam, but not really his girlfriend,

"What's wrong with them?" I asked

"They have been so stressed out for a continual period of time. Apparently the doctors are saying it's putting too much strain on their hearts."

Dean shrugged,

"So a bunch of people are stressed out? What makes this out kind of deal?"

I sensed another bickering matching coming on so I quickly started talking before Dean and Sam could argue anymore,

"I think what he means," I said as I gave Dean a meaningful look, "Is, do you have anymore information?"

"Well," Sam said as he pulled out his laptop and turned it on, "I heard about this a couple days ago and I've been reading about it on the internet. I didn't want to say anything until I knew it was for us for sure.

"So all of the people, eleven including the ones who have already died, have fallen into a stressed-out coma state, all in the same area. I'm not one hundred percent certain and I won't be unless we check it out, but I'm pretty much all of the hikers passed through the same area of the forest. Anyways, they have been reported to have been attacked by some kind of bear-like creature. And then nothing, the only sign something is wrong is their elevated heart rate."

"And the fact that they are unconscious." I added

"Yea," Sam said as he typed into his computer, "That too."

Dean stood up from where he had been sitting on the bed and grabbed his coffee off of the table,

"Well I'm sold. When do you want to head to Bozeman?"

"We could go now and stop for lunch pretty soon, 'cause I'm starving."

The guys managed to agree on when should leave, but the bickering started again once we had to decide on what kind of restaurant we should eat at.

After ten minutes of,

"No we're not going to another smoke-filled bar, I swear the last time there were ashes from someone's cigarette in my pizza!"

"Shut up Sam, those ashes were just in your head!"

"No they weren't!"

I cut into their conversation,

"I swear to god!" I yelled, "If you two argue one more time about who's right about something or where we should eat, or the next motel we should stay in. I am going to leave and figure out what's going on in Bozeman myself! Okay?!"

They both said okay and we drove in silence until I pointed out a restaurant to eat in. Neither of them argued about my choice of place to eat, I think they were still kind of scared from my previous outburst.

We sat silently in a booth at a small family restaurant named Benny's, most of the people in there were in their late twenties/early thirties and had little toddlers running around left right and center.

I found myself picturing Dean carrying around a blonde haired little girl with my green eyes and her daddy's face shape and freckles. I shook my head; I highly doubted that was ever going to happen in this reality. Dean loved the hunt way too much to give it all up. Him trying to balance hunting on one hand and a feeding schedule on the other wouldn't exactly work. Dean loved the hunt way too much to give it all up. I wasn't holding my breath for him to give me the grand gesture.

Dean who was sitting beside me in the booth took my hand,

"What's wrong?" He asked,

"Hm?"

"You look so serious."

"Oh." I said turning a little pink, "I just trying to decide on what to order. Probably the chicken club."

Okay, so I was lying to him. But what did you want me to say 'I was just thinking about having your babies'? Yea, that would have gone over real well.

Dean said something about the menu but I wasn't really listening. I was still picturing Dean with that little girl, laughing and playing.

A waitress maybe a year or two younger than me with so much makeup caked on her face and eyebrows arched so high she looked like a slightly sluttier Barbie doll came and took our orders. Sam and I both got the chicken club sandwich, no mayo on mine, but extra mayo on his. I made a disgusted face but then I heard Dean's order, he had decided on a double bacon cheeseburger with extra onions. Absolutely revolting.

"You know Sam." I said, "I don't think it's his ego that's making his head so huge. I think it's all the fat from those burgers going straight to his brain, and it all expanded."

Sam choked on the water he was drinking and Dean shot me an offended look,

"My head is not large." was his only reply.

"Of course it's not" I said patting his shoulder and sliding out of the booth, heading towards the bathroom.

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I had been getting awful headaches off and on for the past couple of days. I would have liked to chalk it up to the lack of sleep I had been getting due to my nightmares. But I had been getting progressively worse visions over the last week or so. Most of the time my visions during the day had been small flashes of things and dull pains in my head, but over the last couple of days the headaches had been lasting way longer than usual.

Ironically enough, just as I was drying off my face with a paper towel and staring at the prominent bags under my eyes, a blinding flash of pain shot through my head and I fell foreword, hitting my head on the edge of the sink, I barely registered the pain from the collision as I was falling into darkness while laying on the bathroom floor.

I came to with a girl hovering overtop of me and shaking my arm gently, I recognized her as the waitress that had been serving Dean, Sam and I.

"Miss?" he asked in a voice that was distant, "Miss are you okay?"

I went to say something but it felt as if my mouth was full of cotton balls and my tongue leaden. Not the most pleasant sensation. Along with that there was a throbbing pain coming from my forehead that reminded me of how I got to laying on the ground.

The waitress spoke to a women standing beside her who I had just noticed,

"I'm going to get the men she is here with. Keep an eye on her, okay?"

"Okay." Replied the woman and the waitress hurriedly exited the washroom.

The woman who introduced herself to me as Veronica continued talking to me and helped me up to a sitting position. I leaned my head back against the tiled wall and thought about what I had seen. It was the single worst thing I had ever seen, and being a hunter, I had seen my fair share of horrible things.

I shook my head trying to rid myself of my vision.

Dean and Sam hurried into the bathroom; I could see the waitress hovering behind them just outside the bathroom door. Dean stooped down in front of me and wiped the blood away from where I could feel it seeping out of the cut that had been created when my head had smashed into the porcelain of the sink,

"What happened, Kay?" he asked as he helped me up off the floor.

Sam pulled some paper towel out of the dispenser and handed it to Dean who held it against the gash on my forehead. I turned and looked in the mirror and saw a massive bruise forming over a lump just over my eye. I was feeling really nauseous so I leaned against Dean and allowed him to lead me out of the bathroom.

"Were you in there when she passed out?" I heard Sam ask the two women who had helped me. They boy told him that they hadn't so he just said,

"Could we get our orders to go?"

The waitress scurried to get our food and handed it to Sam as he walked out the door.

I was sitting in the car trying to avoid Dean's questions and eye contact when Sam slid in the passenger seat and we left the parking lot.

We decided to only drive for a couple more hours after the incident at the restaurant and pulled into a motel. Dean had been asking me questions about what had happened constantly after we left Benny's but after he realized all I would say was 'nothing' and 'I don't know' he gave up and we had driven most of the way in silence.

My vision had scared me down to the bone and I desperately needed to figure out what I needed to do. And while I did that I did my very best to keep Dean at arm's length, I was a danger to him.

We had been at the motel for two hours when I couldn't stand sitting in the room with them anymore, I couldn't deal with the guilt that being there caused me. I got up and started throwing things into my duffle bag,

"Where are you going?" Dean asked in an astonished voice as I threw on my coat and walked out the motel room door,

"I'm getting my own room." I said stiffly as I walked to the main building of the motel.

Dean's mouth fell open a small amount and his eyes opened fully,

"Why would you do that?"

"Dean. I just have to. Leave it alone."

"No!" He practically yelled, "You've been like this since you passed out in the bathroom, what the fuck is going on?!"

I spun around on my heel,

"You don't know what the hell you are talking about Dean. Leave. It. Alone."

I kept walking and this time Dean didn't follow me.

Believe me Dean, I thought, this is for you.

I walked up the to check in desk of the motel and handed over my fake credit card to pay for a room,

"You know a pretty little thing like you shouldn't be staying alone." The motel worker that was well passed middle aged informed me as he handed me the key to my room,

"Yea, thanks for the tip." I mumbled as I took the key from him and headed to my room.

I sat in my room without turning on the lights. My head was still pounding and sitting in the dark made it a little bit better. I have no clue how long I had been sitting alone staring at the wall when I heard a knock on the door. Neither Sam or Dean knew what room number I was in, so I figured it was the man working at the reception desk,

"Honestly. I don't need someone to stay with me." I said as I opened the door, but instead of the older balding man standing in front of me, it was Sam.

"What do you want Sam?" I asked in a tired voice, I tried to stand up straight and block the door so that he wouldn't get the idea I was inviting him in. Not that it mattered, if he really wanted in his 6 foot 5 frame could totally take down my five foot four one without batting an eye,

"We need to talk." He said as he walked into the motel room.

Annoyed that my clear hints that I wasn't in the mood for company had been ignored I closed the door and turned to face him, my arms crossed,
"About what?"

"How about you packing up and leaving for a start? This isn't like you Kaiden and both Dean and I are worried as hell."

"Yea well he sure did a real good job of showing his worry earlier by yelling at me." I mumbled to myself, but Sam had heard what I said,

"Have you not picked up on anything since you started riding with us? And when you stayed with us when we were younger? That's just how Dean is; he doesn't know how to express things so he just lets them build up and freaks out at whoever is within range. It just was you this time. He's worried as shit though, he's been pacing back and forth trying to convince me to come talk to you since you left."

It was way too tempting to just go with Sam back to their room and hope that my vision didn't come true. But I couldn't take that chance,

"Sam. I get that you and him are worried but I have my reasons for leaving. I can't put either of you in that kind of danger."

He shook his head,

"Kaiden, whatever it is you are wrestling with, tell me. Dean and I can help you figure it out."

"No, you don't understand." I said and I started walking to the other side of the room, just for the sake of moving

"What? What don't I understand?"

I spun around to face him,

"I can't go back with you Sam!" I practically yelled, "I had a vision."

"You've had visions before, and you've never just packed up and ran."

"I killed Dean, Sam! In my vision I killed Dean!"