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A/N: So everyone got lucky and I finished chp four before the weekend... I'm leaving at two tomorrow so I decided to go ahead and post it. I had to threaten this chp a bit to. Enjoy! Chp five so far is promising to be a decent chap. Well in my head anyways...

I realized I forgot replies...

Sarah the mutant farm girl: Yep shameless. But Hey, I don't mind. And you're right about Mikey. I told it that if it didn't behave I was gonna burn it and complete rewrite it with out any of him in there. He (the chapter) behaved after that...

Poaetpainter - Thanks. I like them too. Montana is based loosely on my little bro, so it's real easy to see how Monti should react in the story. After all he does love his big sis!

Choices are Always Given

Previously:

"What do you say we go? Before my ass of a big brother alienates everyone further?" Sam asked as a diversionary tactic. He really didn't need or want Montana and Dean in a full on pissing contest.

Adyn nodded. "Yeah, lets. Don't worry about food boys. I've got stuff at the house for you." She shouted as she climbed into her Mach 1.

Montana climbed into the Jeep, and the boys got back in the Impala, and with a roar of three engines, they all headed home.

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Roughly fifteen minutes later the Winchester boys found themself pulling into a nondescript brownish brick one story house with a well kept yard in a thoroughly average neighborhood . As boring and bland as the house might have looked to others that drove by, it was a little slice of heaven to the boys. Adyn climbed out of the Mach 1 and opened the door while Montana helped the boys gather their things and escorted them to the house.

Adyn turned on the lights. "Help yourself to what's on the counter, or anywhere else in the kitchen, for that matter. Oh, and Dean: leave me some of the M&M's. Please?" She asked as she walked back to her room to change.

"O my God!" Dean exclaimed at the sight of four extra large bags of peanut M&M's. "I think I'm in love."

"I'm more excited about the Lucky Charms..."

"I need a bowl and milk before I pass out. Oh, and I get first bowl," Dean said smugly.

"Cabinet above the stuff on the counter for bowls, drawer beneath for utensils. Fridge for milk," Montana shouted from the back of the house.

"Thanks dude." Dean yelled as he grabbed two bowls from the cabinet.

"Why do you get first bowl?" Sam asked petulantly.

"'Cause I'm older, and I actually want some this time."

"You can't hold that against me. I was like five!"

Dean didn't reply, just poured two bowls of cereal, handed one to Sam, and took the other to the living room, Sam followed behind him.

Adyn returned wearing slightly too long pj bottoms and a complimenting tank top. Grabbing a bag of M&M's, she plopped down in one of the leather recliners, pulled one leg underneath her. Monti followed shortly with a few books in his hand, and took the other recliner.

"I guess I should start this, uh?" Adyn asked after a moment of awkward silence. When nobody answered, she pressed on. "I'll take that as a yes..." She took a deep breath and let it out. "I suppose I should start with what I know about you. You're brothers. Dean and Sam. You're also hunters, as in supernatural hunters. Sam's special which generally is code for he's got a special psychic ability. You both also have one bad ass demon on your tail. And you're both looking for answers."

"Well at least we know you won't think us crazy..." Dean mumbled.

"I have visions. Typically about people dying from supernatural things. But the first one I had about you there was nothing supernatural, at all. Which in and of itself is weird." Sam word vomited.

"First, as in more than one?" Adyn asked curiously.

Sam shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah. I had another one before we got here..."

"Tell me about it, please." Adyn demanded more than asked.

"Well, there was fire and ice everywhere. Most of the ice was around you two, and little areas of fire kept going out, but it kept coming and started melting the ice. Suddenly the fire just went out, you fainted and Montana caught you. And then there was this light that was approaching you."

"Hmmm. The ice and the fire going out I can explain. Sam, you obviously have visions, but I'm guessing you can do more than that, or could with proper training. Hell, even with out training if you'd let yourself. See, I'm pyrokinetic. I control and create fire. I'm also telepathic with a smidgen of telekinesis. Montana is hydrokinetic, he controls water in all it's forms." She paused as Montana continued the explanation.

"I'm also telekinetic, with traces of telepathy if I try real hard. And like all the special kids we can both sense energies although, I'm not quite as good as Adyn, and she probably isn't as good as you are."

"As for the rest of the vision, I'm not sure what that means. But I promise we will stick close 'til we do," Adyn promised solemnly.

"Do you know why we're here?" Sam asked quietly.

Adyn looked at Sam, and her face softened a bit. "For answers," she stated simply. "I can give you some now, like who the Demon is and that there is a good side. And in time, after we know you better, we might have more for you. Since I have a feeling you'll find a job here, we'll be spending a lot of time together."

"What? NO way. You are not going with us on any job," Dean interjected.

Adyn looked at Montana and nodded.

"Sam, Dean. You can't really stop us. Besides, we can help," Monti said, as he stood and beckoned them to follow.

Sam and Dean rose to follow Montana and Adyn brought up the rear. Stopping in the hallway by Adyn's room, Montana, fiddled with a picture on the wall, which released a trap door in the floor. Montana descended and waited for the rest of the group. Sam came willingly, but Dean followed only after receiving a glare from Adyn when he started to protest. Once Adyn was down she flipped a switch and florescent light flooded the surprisingly spacious room. When the lights were fully on, Dean and Sam felt like they had walked into a weapon surplus store. Guns, swords, knives, bows of every kind, arrows, both silver tipped and regular, bullets of every make and model, and other paraphernalia essential for hunting anything supernatural.

Adyn laughed at the shock that was etched on the Winchester's faces. "No we don't hunt that much. We do on occasion if there's need and no other hunters are around or if they need help. Still, we get a lot of Hunters through here, and we help restock their ammo, salt, holy water, so on and so forth."

"Dean, they have enough for a small army..." Sam said in shock.

"Having them and knowing how to use them are two different things, Sammy..." Dean was effectively cut off by a knife whizzing past his ear. "What the...?" Dean turned and saw the knife embedded in a target behind him. Adyn smiled.

"I didn't have to miss, although I'm really better with a gun or bow. Knives are more Monti's thing, but he's a crack shot too."

Sam was dying of laughter. "Dean: the look on your face. Oh Man! Priceless!"

Monti just reached over and cuffed Dean on the head, which in turn earned Montana a smack from Adyn.

"Ow! What was that for?" Both boys asked at the same time.

"That was for what you were thinking about my sister." Montana said in a surly tone.

"I smacked you, Monti dearest, first for hitting him, and second, for what you were thinking about Dean."

"Wait. I thought you were only slightly telepathic, Monti" Dean stated rubbing his head.

"Oh, I am. That basically means I can't read all your thoughts, unless your actively projecting them at me. But anything you think about me, or more so about Adyn, I pick up. I pick up Adyn's thoughts better. That and being family and all, Ady and I can communicate with each other effortlessly. And it's Montana to you asshole."

Just then, Adyn popped her head back into the secret room. "Montana! Be nice! Now, if you boys are done, Sam and I would like to finish up some basic info," she called, causing the pair to jump, as neither had noticed Sam and Adyn's absence.

Dean muttered under his breath while Montana contritely answered, "Sorry, Adie. We're coming"

"Boy, she's got you whipped." Dean observed with glee 'Not that I'd mind being whipped by her...'

Montana restrained himself from decking Dean right then and there. "Remember, I know what you think about her. Besides, it's the same with you and Sam. It's that neither of you realize it. . Much like Adyn doesn't realize how much I care. Well, she probably realizes more than you. It's hard to keep mental blocks all the time so we just typically don't."

"Bout time you two showed up." Adyn exclaimed as Montana closed the trap door behind Dean.

"Are you two sure you don't want to share a room tonight? You guys seemed pretty cosy down there." Sam asked teasingly.

Montana laughed, but Dean merely scowled.

"Well, you did say he was butch and over-compensating once." Adyn said jokingly.

"I am not Butch!" Dean exclaimed. "Why do people keep saying that?"

"Yeah. Whatever." Adyn tossed him some M&M's to soften the blows instigated. "Better? And if you say anything about the love of a good women, I'll make you sleep in the Impala."

Dean quickly shut his mouth.

"What can you tell us about the Demon?" Sam asked hoping to save his brother before Dean got himself killed by Montana.

"Now to more dreary topics..." Adyn sighed. "His name is Baal. He's been around for a while. As in thousands of years. He was known by many names then, but everything has a common characteristic. All myths concerning him have some form of child sacrifice. Normally by fire."

"Knowing what we do today," Montana continued, "it's not far from the truth. We know he visits special kids and picks a handful in whose houses fires ensue. But he takes the mothers not the infants. Our guess is that he never wanted the kids burned, but through the ages people misinterpreted what they heard and saw. So they started the sacrifices in hopes of stopping the deaths. Then he just dropped out of the known grids. There's a few texts that suggest pockets of 'uncivilized' people still followed him but nothing conclusive. Whether he was exorcized or just biding his time, no one knows for sure. And those that know aren't telling."

"Wait, wait, wait. If no one knows, how can someone not tell?" Dean asked.

"What Monti meant was no human knows, and the beings that do know aren't telling." Adyn clarified.

"Beings? As in Supernatural? Demons?" Sam asked.

"Sam, you said yourself, you know the evil is out there; why not believe there's good as well?" Adyn asked.

"You mean, like angels?" Dean asked.

Adyn and Montana nodded.

"That's ridiculous." Dean fumed.

"Why?" Montana asked

"Because, if there's good out there, how come it's never helped us?" Dean asked indignantly.

"Do you really believe that Dean?" Adyn inquired. " 'Good' was there when you were born first. You notice, with the exception of twins, you two are the only siblings that were visited by the Demon. 'Good' was there silently, secretly convincing your father to give you Sam to keep safe, and then 'Good' made sure he made it out of the house, making sure you two didn't end up orphaned and in different homes. And 'Good' showed him the evil that was out there and pushed him to hunt." Adyn paused and held up a hand to stop Sam and Dean from talking. "I know that doesn't seem right, especially to you Sam. But hunting kept him from drinking and gave him a purpose. To protect you two. It also equipped you to better resist Baal. It showed you both what evil was and, in some degree, how to fight it. God led you here, to us."

"How do you know that?" Sam asked.

"Because, I had a dream about you two," Adyn said nonchalantly.

"A vision?" Sam asked in clarification.

"No, I don't have visions. But sometimes I have dreams that have metaphorical meanings. To which God sent Michael to explain the dream I had about you."

"Michael?" Dean asked.

"Yes. Michael, as in archangel, warrior of the heavens, so forth and so on." Montana supplied.

"Makes sense Dean." Sam said. "If there's demons then why not angels? And if there's a devil, then why not a God?"

"You believe them?" the incredulity lay evident on Dean's face.

"I don't know. But I'm willing to think about it."

"Speaking of thinking about it. It's late. Why don't you two sleep on it? In the morning we'll help you find a hunt. I have some suspicions we could look into." Adyn got up, and led Sam down the hall "Sam, you'll be sleeping here." She led him to her room. "Monti always said my room was the most soothing." She opened the door to a pale green room. The room was accented with deep rich reds, browns of every shade, suede and leather. "My mom said I only picked the color for the name." Sam looked at her questioningly. "Scotland Road. I'm a dork for just about anything Celtic. So mom always said I liked it for the name." Adyn shook herself from her thoughts. "Right. So this is the master bedroom. Baths through there. Towels and such are laid out for you, extras are in the bathroom closet. And your brother is next door. Sleep well."

"Hey wait. Where are you sleeping? I only noticed three bedrooms." Sam asked, his voice full of concern.

"Oh, I'll probably end up in Monti's room eventually. But I have some stuff to take care of first."

"I'll take the couch. I don't want to put you out." Sam made for the door but was blocked by Adyn.

"You'll do no such thing. You'll only be in my way out there. And it's three in the morning. You need sleep. No. Not another word." And with that she walked out and shut the door, running into Monti and Dean in the hall.

Motioning to the room next to her own. Adyn said,. "All right, Dean you're in here.. Montana's across from you and the bathroom connects to both rooms. So make sure that all the doors are locked before you use it. Night guys. See you in the morning."

"Adyn. I heard what you said to Sam. You're not really sleeping in Montana's room are you?" Dean asked after Monti had gone to his room.

"Dean, I will when I'm done. Seriously, dude. Don't pull the whole 'knight in shining armor' bit now. Remember, I know what you were thinking earlier." She said with a twinkle in her eye. "Now go to sleep. It's late." She turned and made her way back down the hall towards the living room. Dean watched her and turned to his room and shut the door. He scoped out the place and then sank into the bed, putting his head in his hands.

Adyn was right. It was late. He was tired, but he couldn't sleep. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling, thinking. This was part of the reason he liked the road and hunting. He didn't have time to think. He agreed with Sam. This job was weird, 'cause it wasn't a job. He wouldn't admit it to Sam, but the vision things did freak him out a bit. Not because he found them particularly freaky, but because he was afraid what others, like Gordon, would do because of them. He knew Sammy wasn't evil, but he was afraid the Demon, 'Baal', he corrected himself, would find a way to coerce Sam into unwillingly doing his will. But what Dean really hated the most was the feeling that he would fail Sam. That he wouldn't be able to save Sam. He wondered if Adyn ever felt that way about Montana? There was something about her and her brother that Dean couldn't put his finger on. They were comfortable. He felt a sameness with them and yet obvious differences exsisted.. As he continued to muse on this strange duo, he dozed into a fitful sleep.

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A/N" There you go. Chapter four. Next one won't be up till Tuesday or so of next week. Let me know what you think of this one. Review.