Alrighty, so sorry I haven't updated in FOREVER! But, I have two new chappies up for you :) Reviews are welcome!

Disclaimer: I don't own them... :( Only Ally and her power are mine!


"We're hunters, Ally." Sam stood up and slowly walked toward me. "We know all about ghosts and things that go bump in the night. This yellow-eyed demon? We've been following him for years."

So it was a demon. "Alright," I said slowly, realization dawning on me, "so none of this strikes you as odd? You're used to this kind of thing?"

"Well, not necessarily." Dean got up and took a bite of his sandwich, "We've ne'er come 'nto contact wif someone who attracts supernat'ral stuff like you b'for." He swallowed and gestured behind me to the bags on the dresser. "Pass the beer?"

I rolled my eyes and tossed him a bottle. "I've told you my life's story, so any more questions?"

The boys looked at each other - again - and then back to me.

"Not really a question," Sam said, "but more like a confirmation."

"Alright, what is it?"

Just then, Dean slugged Sam hard on his left arm. I jumped and slid my good hand slowly to where the pistol sat securely in the waistband of my jeans. What was going on?

Sam grunted and put his hand to his hurt bicep, looking at Dean with wide eyes.

"I thought I was going to punch you?"

"Don't be a bitch, Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes and looked back to me, his eyes resting on my hand behind my back. I slowly brought it back to the front and played it off as if I had put it there subconsciously. He reached a hand toward my shoulder.

"Um, what are you doing?"

"Just testing," he said.

"Testing wha-" At the moment he touched my shoulder, an aching throb started pulsating up and down my left arm. I took in a sharp breath and looked at Sam with wide eyes.

"What the hell did you do to me?" I demanded.

"Dean, I was right! My arm doesn't even hurt any more…" Sam turned to his brother.

"So, she is a sponge."

"It would seem so."

I looked from one brother to the next, my eyes wide and head reeling. I wanted to cry.

Sam turned back to me. "Can you do it the other way, too?"

I stared at him incredulously. "Do what the other way? What did you do to me?"

Dean came forward and I backed away more. "Wait," he said, "you don't know?"

"Know what?" I all but screamed at him.

"Your powers," Sam said quietly. "They must be growing. You yourself said you can feel other's emotions ." I stared at him, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. "Maybe you can feel what they can feel physically, too."

I gritted my teeth and looked down at my arm where a bruise was slowly starting to blossom. It made sense, I suppose. It would explain my dream I had last night, and why I felt like I got wacked in the head right after I hit Sam a while ago. I gingerly reached up and touched the small, but tender knot on my head.

Dean went to a duffle bag behind me and started digging while Sam plopped down on his bed and opened a laptop. "Dean," he was typing quickly, "this girl was made as a sponge."

Anger flared inside of me. "Would you quit talking about me like I'm not standing five feet from you? I wasn't made to be anything, least of all a sponge!" I just want to go home. Wanna go home. Wanna go home.

Can't go home. Not if I wanted my family to live. Then it hit me.

"Tell no one if you value their life."

Sam and Dean knew. I didn't trust the 'ghostbusters', but that didn't mean I was okay with them dying.

I was cursed. The best thing for me to do was to leave before anyone got hurt. Leave and never get close to anyone…

I knew by the look of their faces that my emotions were getting out of control. I took a deep breath and locked them away again. "Please," I whispered. "Just let me leave."

"Afraid we can't do that, sweet heart," Dean said simply. "I would lose sleep if we did."

"Stay with us," Sam cooed. "Just for a little while, okay? Just until we figure this stuff out."

I shook my head no and started toward the door. I didn't want to have to use the gun unless I absolutely had to, and besides, I had a clear shot to the door. Of course, nothing in my life is easy.

Sam jumped up to cut me off as soon as he saw where I was going. "Whoa," he slid in front of the door. "Where are you going?"

I turned to see Dean clutching a leather-bound book, staring at me intently.

"I'm leaving."

"Did you completely forget what we just talked about?" Sam asked incredulously. "You can't leave. It's dangerous."

"It's dangerous here," I countered.

"Where do you expect to go?" Dean asked, walking toward me.

I looked down at my Toms, remembering the twenties tucked inside. "Not home. You said it yourself," I turned to Sam, "I could get my family killed."

His face was all scrunched up, as if in pain. "And why is staying with us such a bad idea?" Dean walked to his brother's side and they both looked at me expectantly.

"For one," I started, "I don't know you two from Adam. And two, who kidnaps someone and unloads this kind of information on her?" I looked up at Sam with what I hoped were cold eyes. He looked back down at me hurt. "Please," I said again, "just move."

"Come on," Sam went to redirect me to the bed. "You need to rest and let that arm heal before-"

I didn't let him finish as I jumped back out of his reach and pulled the gun from my waistband, aiming it at his heart. It felt awkward, holding a gun in my left hand only, but I held it steady. That's what growing up in the boondocks did to ya.

Both boy's hands went up in surrender.

"What the hell-" Dean said, obviously pissed.

I moved around the two to stand between them and the large duffle bag full of weapons. I jerked the gun to the side and tried my hardest to feel nothing but hopelessness and resign. "Sit," I said, gesturing to the bed with the nozzle. They did as told and I lowered the gun a bit. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "Please don't follow me."

I walked over to the dresser and tucked a key ring in my cast and put a red Gatoraid bottle under my right arm.

"You don't have to leave, you know," Sam said slowly, gently. "We're not bad people. We just want to help."

I clumsily put the gun back in my waistband and picked up the really heavy bag of weapons, glad my emotions were having an effect on the two. "Me too," I said quietly and walked out of the room.

Thankfully, there was only one car in the crappy motel lot. I walked as quickly as I could to the old fashioned Chevy without face planting into the asphalt. I unlocked the trunk and let my eyes go wide as I lifted a board-like thing to expose what was underneath. Of course. I really shouldn't be surprised. More weapons like the ones in the bag littered the trunk. Weird pictures were here and there, and so were flare guns and bags of salt and oil.

I dropped the bag in the trunk and locked it back, then moved to the driver's side. This is a really nice car, I thought. I've never been much of a car person, but I had a weak spot for Chevys, especially Impalas. It really is a shame. I leaned in a pressed down all the locks before dropping the keys in the driver's seat and shutting the door behind me, locking the keys inside.

I mentally patted myself on the back. I was good.


"Damn it!" Dean threw the curtains back over the window. "She just locked the keys inside my baby!" He went over and took up another beer from the dresser. "Would you please explain to me why we just let her go?"

Sam stood and started pacing the room. "Don't look at me. I have no idea." He stopped pacing and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I just felt like if we pushed her too much, we'd break her."

"Well, she's obviously not that breakable," Dean huffed. "So, what do we do? Let her get a head start and find her later on? Go after her now? Or do you think she'll break?" He sneered the last part, still pissed about the hold up and locked car.

"No, she'll be fine." Sam looked up and smiled at Dean who was downing his second beer. "You go unlock the impala and I'll go after Ally, deal?"

Dean's face split into a smile. "Ahhh! Little Sammy's got a crush on the sponge!" He dropped the empty bottle in the plastic trash bin and opened the door. "Say no more, little brother. Just be sure to call when you have her."

Sam rolled his eyes and walked out.