I can hear laughter…a woman's laugh. I still smell Dean all around me. I open my eyes and realize it's another vision. I sit up and look around realizing I am on the couch in my house from before Dean and I were married. What the hell is going on? I get up and slowly creep down the hallway, seeing the bedroom door is cracked and walk into the room. Same as always, no one ever knows I'm here. The scene before me makes me smile, I remember everything about this moment. The morning after our first time together. We're both still naked, tangled in the sheets and he won't let me get out of bed. His face is full of mischief and he looks honestly happy.

"Dean! Stop that!" My laughter is contagious and his wandering hands are tickling along my side and stomach while he pulls me further into his chest, my back facing him.

"Stop what? Hmm?" He is nuzzling and kissing my neck while his hand is travelling lower and lower down my stomach.

"Don't start something you can't finish Winchester."

"You'll finish first.." I start feeling that familiar warmth spread through me and my cheeks flush.

Okay…deep breath…get out of here…1…2…3…

Everything starts to fade around me and I start to get a feel of my surroundings before opening my eyes. I still smell Dean and I feel warm, his breath is fanning across my face and I feel his fingers in my hair, playing with the loose waves. I don't hear anything but I know we are in a bed so he must have taken me back upstairs after I passed out. I should let him know I'm awake but this feels so good, and I honestly really do miss him.

"I'm not sure what to do here." He whispers so quietly that if he wasn't so close I wouldn't have heard him. "We're gonna figure out what happened to you. I'm not goin anywhere, you can try all you want but I'm not leaving. Six months without you damn near killed me…I was ready to die a few times but Sammy…well, you know Sammy. He misses you too. So like it or not Mrs. Winchester, you're stuck with us cause we love you too much…I love you."

He would never say these things knowing I am awake, but I am kind of glad I was. I hear a soft knock on the door and Dean slightly shifts his head to look up…we must be using the same pillow.

"Yeah?" Dean's gravelly voice, even in a harsh whisper does unspeakable things to my insides and I have to surpress a shiver that runs down my spine. I hear the door open and know automatically by the footsteps that it is Sam.

"Still out?"

"Yeah…hasn't hardly moved."

"You think that's a good idea Dean…being that close to her? You heard what Bobby said and you have no idea what you could be showing her."

"I got nothin to hide man. We need to figure out what happened to her though 4 months ago to have this suddenly start up. It's just not normal."

"You think she's possessed? Demon blood? What are you thinking?" I can almost see Sam's face turn into that disapproving scowl. This is why I never told Sam. He had his own trouble's with psychic abilities fueled by demon blood and Dean was afraid of him, called him a freak, and it broke something in Sam. "Bobby said they ran the tests man…holy water, Christo, silver knife. Nothing happened." Thank you Sam.

"Well what else could it be? I know she wouldn't willingly drink blood of any kind but you gotta admit, from what Bobby told us, something's off man." There it is ladies and gentleman…the word freak is sitting on the tip of his tongue.

"Don't do it Dean."

"Don't do what Sam?" I feel the bed shift and then hear more footsteps. Dean must be walking over to Sam now, probably trying to keep his voice under control.

"You want to lose her for good? Cause if you single her out like you did me, that's exactly what's going to happen." I don't hear a reply from Dean but I do hear one of them leave. Next thing I know, I feel a warm and pleasurable tingle on my lips that I haven't felt in a long time…his kiss. Barely enough pressure because he thinks I am still sleeping but the contact is like static electricity throughout my body. I've never felt that with anyone else before and neither has he…we always thought it was the sure fire way of believing Cas when he said we were soul mates.

"I'm here baby…I'll fix everything…I swear." I cannot suppress the shiver this time and I hear his chuckle in my ear. I can picture the self-satisfied smirk on his face now, he always did get a kick out of what just his voice did to me.

I know I need to get this over with and I should do it sooner rather than later. I still feel exhausted and my limbs feels a little heavier but I force my eyes open and look around. Dean is laying on his back, one hand behind his head, the other thrown over his eyes. I know with his hunter senses there is no way to move without him knowing it. Here goes nothing…

"So…cats out of the bag now I guess…" He slowly lifts his arm and looks at me with those gorgeous green eyes and I feel myself stop breathing for a few seconds. He isn't looking at me with disdain or disgust, not pity nor fear…all I see is relief and love.

"Guess so…I know why you didn't tell me but why not Sammy?"

"He's had enough psychic shit to last a lifetime don't ya think?"

"We would have been here, no matter what and you know it Jenn…Bobby gave us what he knows. Is there anything you haven't told him? We can figure this out as a team."

"Not really…I don't know whats really my thoughts or someone else's sometimes. Like I had a dream of our first morning together just now…" I felt heat rise to my cheeks and saw him smile but it quickly faltered.

"I was thinking about that when I laid you down…"

"Who grabbed me downstairs?"

"Sammy, why, what'd you see?"

"A few minutes of the car ride before you called me today."

"SAMMY!" We both shot up on the bed as soon as we heard the loud footsteps in the hall.

"What what's wrong?" Sam was out of breath and holding the demon knife. I couldn't help but chuckle at the site of him.

"Nothing Sammy…just have a question."

"Sure Jenn…ask away." He visibly relaxed.

"What were you thinking about when you grabbed my arm downstairs?" The look he gives me is a little strange before really contemplating the answer.

"I was thinking about the car ride up here. Why?"

I look at Dean and we are both wide eyed. So that's the connection…I see what someone is thinking about…holy shit. I started scooting away from both of them and off the bed, towards the window.

"Hey baby it's okay…this is good…see we're figuring it out." I shake my head furiously at him. I don't want to know what someone is thinking, much less Dean. He could break my heart all over again in seconds with one single thought.

"What's going on? I'm confused?"

"Jenn's visions, or whatever, are whatever someone's thinking about during the contact."

"Okay…well it's a start." I didn't even realize that Dean got off the bed and started towards me until he almost touched me. I flinched myself back into a corner on reflex and just shook my head.

"Just…just please…don't touch me. I'm sorry but don't…" I can't bring myself to look at either of them because I know tears are threatening to fall.

"Okay…baby I won't, okay? Just calm down…breathe for me." What the fuck is happening? I'm not touching anyone. Dean's voice is getting further away and my vision is getting blurry. Next thing I see is a bright white light and then the room becomes engulfed in it until I am standing in a bright white room with no furniture. What the hell? Did I die?

"There's my sweet girl…" I whipped my head around and saw a beautiful blond woman dressed in a white gown with familiar green eyes. I know this woman but I have no idea how. I keep searching her face and reach out and touch her. I can really touch her? The surprise must be evident in my face because she gives a light laugh. It's so beautiful it's musical and then it hits me…

"Mary?" My voice is no more than a whisper but she smiles and nods and pulls me into a big hug, which I gladly return. So this is my mother-in-law. I never got the chance to meet her because she died when the boys were young. I knew their father, John, pretty well before he passed several years ago.

"I'm so glad you can finally see me…I've been trying for so long."

"Am I dead?" There's that beautiful laughter again and I can't help but smile.

"No baby girl…you're in between. You have the power to do that. Anyone on the other side you wish to see, concentrate on them and they should come."

"But why? What happened to me? How did you even know about me?" I know I'm bombarding her with questions but this might be the only time I can get them.

"It's your destiny…you're mothers line has a psychic lineage…you are a medium. You have insights others don't. It's why your soul is linked to Dean's…there is more but I'd like to think we could save it for more conversations in the future." She runs her hands into my black hair and holds my face into both of her hands. Her smile is beautiful. Her hands are soft and I lay mine on top of hers. "I am so proud of you. I am proud of my boys…tell them for me?" I nod my head at her quickly. "I look out for all of you, my children. I will look after my grandchildren after they are born…so will John." One of her hands rests on my stomach and I am confused. "Let Dean work his way into your good graces. He made a mistake and he won't repeat it, that I promise you. You keep my boys alive…they can't lose you." She gives me a kiss on my forehead and next thing I know I am standing back in Bobby's house but I am in the kitchen and not upstairs anymore. I turn around quickly and see all three men standing there, all looking at me dumbfounded.

"What happened?" My voice is hoarse and fresh tears stream down my face.

"You started talking and walking around the house like you were having a conversation…a one sided conversation that we got out of it."

"Yeah and babe…your eyes…they uh…they went completely white." Dean looks a little afraid of me and I feel a pang in my chest which makes me cry more.

"White?"

"The hazel just disappeared and came back once you turned around…it was a little freaky." Nice way of calling me a freak Dean. This is just starting to piss me off now. Who does he think he is? He has seen everything scary this world has to offer and yet, his wife, scares him? Screw you, buddy.

"Yeah well, apparently there's been a development. I don't care if you believe it or not and keep the comments to yourself Winchester because I promised which is the only reason you're getting it out of me at all…" They are all looking at me expectantly and I walk to the doorway and keep my back to them before pausing. "Your Mom…Mary…she wanted me to tell you both she is very proud of the both of you." With that I quickly made a dash to my bedroom, slamming the door and locking it. I will not stand there and be ridiculed by Dean Winchester about how I'm crazy, lying, and have him look at me like the enemy…something to hunt.

While pacing the room I don't notice both the boys standing in the doorway. They would pick the locks..assholes. I pause as soon as I see them. "I had it locked for a reason."

"Yeah well I unlocked it for a reason princess."

"Go to hell…again."

"Ouch…what exactly did I do this time? You didn't give me a chance t-"

"I don't need to give you a chance to do anything Dean. I remember how you treated Sam. I WILL NOT stand there and have you call me a liar. I will not stand there and have you tell me I am crazy or that I'm a freak. So I don't owe you shit, got it?" I can see his jaw twitching and his eyes narrow at me, but I also can see in his eyes the guilt. Whether it's because of Sam or me, I have no idea.

"How about me, Jenn? Will you talk to me about what just happened…about Mom?" Sam looks so hopeful but it isn't fair to tell one without the other. They both lost her.

"I don't know what happened. Mary was suddenly just standing in front of me and she gave me a hug. She's beautiful…you look like her Dean. You got her nose and mouth too, Sam." Sam has tears in his eyes, Dean won't look up front the floor and his hands are shoved in his pockets. "She said that her and John watch over both of you and that they're proud. She told me how to see her again if I needed to." They both look up at me after that, shocked expressions and unshed tears in their eyes. I still eye them warily, waiting for them to deliver the first blow.

"Did she…she say why?" Dean is at least trying to believe me outwardly.

"She said I'm a medium. I can contact the dead in whatever trance I was in, but don't get your hopes up. She pulled me there, I didn't do it myself..." I laugh a little remembering her laugh, "she had the most beautiful laugh. It sounded like music, and I could touch her. She felt so warm, like standing in the sunshine kind of warm. When she hugged me she smelled like lavender, and she called me her sweet girl, like she's known me my whole life. It felt good." I didn't realize I was smiling when I looked at both of them boys, seeing the tears had finally fallen. "I'm sorry…"

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Sam was adamant, and with the determined features of his face I know he believes me. When I chance a look at Dean I can't read him, which is unusual, and that scares me.

"I believe you baby. Sounds just like Mom."

"Can we try giving you a hug please because the urge is killing me." I laugh at Sam, thinking for a moment and slowly nod my approval. They both rush to me and pull me into a massive bear hug. It felt good and I didn't feel a pull for my mind to wander, causing me to sigh in relief. Unfortunately this moment is short lived when we all hear a loud crash downstairs and Bobby scream.

"BOBBY!" we all yell in unison and rush down the stairs only to find a man stuck in the devils trap in the den…cold solid black eyes cause me to freeze in place as he looks me up and down in a slow, eery way.

"My my my…you look good enough to corrupt."

AN: As always, please review. Thank you for the follows and favorites so far. All criticism is welcome and let me know what you kind of would like to see happen with the story as a reader. I might be able to incorporate some of the things you want to see. Thanks again in advance and I also have another story for The Walking Dead called "You're My Home" if you are interested in reading it. Thanks again!