I took a walk around the world
To ease my troubled mind
I left my body lying somewhere
In the sands of time

I watched the world float
To the dark side of the moon
After all I knew it had to be
Something to do with you
I really don't mind what happens now and then
As long as you'll be my friend at the end

You called me strong, you called me weak,
But still your secrets I will keep
You took for granted all the times
I never let you down
You stumbled in and bumped your head,
If not for me then you'd be dead
I picked you up and put you back on solid ground

If I go crazy then will you still
Call me Superman
If I'm alive and well,
Will you be there a-holding my hand
I'll keep you by my side
With my superhuman might
Kryptonite

HUNTED

Sam's POV

Motel Room
Billings, Montana

It had been a few days since Dean and Beth's confession about what Dad had told them before he died. I was still struggling to get my head around it, to understand how Dad could think I would go bad to the point that Dean would have to be forced to put me down.

I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the couple before me. It was still odd to me sometimes, watching them together. Odd to see my pain in the ass big brother find this place of vulnerability with someone. He didn't like to show it overly often, but it had been coming out more and more since Dad went missing, and then even more so now he was dead. Of course, the more I thought about it, as kids he'd always had a soft spot for Beth, when he wasn't trying to kill her anyway.

Dean had his arm wrapped tightly around Beth's waist and they were both sound asleep. They looked peaceful for a change, a big change in them. I knew their sleep habits, between them they had as many nightmares as I did. It was a side effect of the job, something we all struggled with. I think they got the worst of it because they often woke the other one up, so it was almost like they were having continuous nightmares some nights.

I only knew this because I was often awake from my own monsters inside my head, and I would see the way Beth would turn over and cuddle up to Dean if he startled awake, or vice versa. They never talked about it, which amazed me, it was almost like they had some sort of telepathic thing going on, or maybe they were just so stubborn they didn't want to admit they had problems – might have to deal with them then, which is something they preferred not to do.

I sighed. I wanted to give them the time they'd asked for. But there was an urgency burning inside me, I had to know what Dad had meant. I wasn't going to find the answer sitting here, or going on road trips to the Grand Canyon. I felt sad, but it was time, clearly I needed to go out on my own now. Dean and Beth had enough problems what with the baby on the way, that they didn't need me holding them back.

My packed bag was sitting by the door and I looked at it, weighing up all my options once more. Beth shifted in her sleep, rolling on to her back, a slight smile at her mouth as she rolled into Dean, nuzzling her nose under his chin. His arm instinctively tightened around her, accommodating the new position and for some reason, seeing this just strengthened my resolve. They needed time without me, to adjust to their new life, the new life that was coming into their world. I had to go and figure this one out on my own.

Quietly I stood up and cast one more look at my brother and sister in the bed before me, a sad smile playing across my mouth. Then I crossed the room, grabbing my bag, and sneaking out the door into the rain. I ignored the Impala before me, and wandered down about four cars from the room. I picked an inconspicuous car and broke in to it, by morning I'd be in another state and they'd have a heck of a time following me. I cast one more look back at the motel room where I'd just left Dean and Beth, hesitating for just a moment, and then set my resolve. I had to go, I had to give them a chance to figure things out on their own.

Beth's POV

Next morning

It had rained all night and it sounded heavenly, lulling us into a deep sleep. Three days had passed since the incident with the virus and we were no closer to figuring out any answers. Sam was frustrated and angry with us, Dean and I were confused about where to go with the news of the baby.

Dean was snuggled in behind me, curled to meet the curve of my body as I lay in bed, quietly staring at the sun starting to come in through the crack in the curtains. His arm was wrapped around me and absently stroked across my stomach before pulling me tightly against him.

"Morning..." Dean mumbled, his breath whispering against my ear. I shivered a little as it brushed against me, and then turned slightly to look back him.

"Hey," I said with a smile.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked, stirring against me.

"Great...you?" I said, twisting in his arms so I could look at him, kissing him lightly.

"Good," he said, nodding with a smile. I looked at those big hazel eyes watching me and smiled back. It was nice to wake up, nowhere to go, nothing to do, and just relax for a change, it had been a habit once, because we were so busy having nightmares at night that neither of us slept until we saw the sun rise, we were usually exhausted by morning. Last night there had been no nightmares, the rain keeping them at bay perhaps, who knew.

I looked around the room and noticed something... or someone... was missing.

I frowned and sat up a little bit, Dean groaning quietly. "Where's Sam?" I said, glancing back at him. Dean sat up and looked around too. All Sam's things were gone, and his bed looked like it hadn't been slept in. An unsettled feeling started to sink into my stomach. He was gone, apparently three days had been all our younger brother was willing to give us to figure out where we stood with things. He was gone.

Sam's POV

Harvelle's Roadhouse, Nebraska

The roadhouse was the same old hive of activity when I reached there. I pushed the door open and stepped into the darkened bar, the only lighting in the place was from the windows, where the late afternoon light was filtering through.

Ellen looked up when I came in, she was drying glasses behind the bar. She gave me an appraising look and I shrugged, walking up to her.

"Hey, Ellen." I said, smiling at her. She just looked at me, not answering. "You don't seem that surprised to see me," I said finally, just trying to break the silence.

"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you," Ellen said, watching me as she put a glass down and picked up another.

"Yeah. Figured he might," I said to her, nodding.

"What's going on between you guys?" She said, looking a little concerned. I glanced down at the floor, sighing and staring at my feet for a little bit. When I looked back up I made it clear I didn't want to talk about it. I looked around for the usual presence of a bright and bubbly girl waiting on tables, but she wasn't there.

"So, um, how's Jo?" I said, changing the subject.

Ellen nodded, acknowledging my not so subtle change of topic, she glanced down at her hands and then up at me again. "Well, I don't really know," she answered.

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking around for Jo again.

"Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again," Ellen said to me, stacking the glasses behind the bar.

"Well, what happened?" I asked, sitting down at the bar.

"Well, after that visit from you guys last she decided she wanted to get into hunting. I said 'not under my roof', and she said 'fine"." Ellen said, putting a hand on her hip and looking at me.

I frowned, worried about Jo and her disillusioned ideas about being a hunter. She'd really gotten a bee in her bonnet about hunting when she met us. I was sure it'd been there before that, but seeing people her own age, out there and doing the job- it had just driven her to want to do it. I was also fairly sure she thought it would impress Dean, which of course, it wouldn't – but she didn't know that, and she had a really strong crush on him.

The last time we'd been to the roadhouse Ellen and Jo had been fighting about her getting into the hunting life, she had used Beth as an example that young women could do the job, and do it well. Beth had nearly died, pointing out that things were a little different – she had always had us or Dad around to watch her back. Jo hadn't been impressed with her siding with Ellen, and then there was the fact that Dean had sided with Beth.

Ellen in her frustration had let slip that Dad had gotten her husband killed on a job, he'd screwed up and it got the man killed. That's why we hadn't been back to the Roadhouse in a while, we were avoiding Ellen, not sure how things would be between us. Jo hadn't talked to any of us since then.

"So... I'm probably the last person you want to see right now," I said with a grimace.

Ellen chuckled, watching me. "Oh don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you kids. It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault, Sam. None of it is. I want you to know I forgave your daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."

"What did happen?" I asked, dying to know. But she changed the subject.

"Um, so, why did you come here, sweetie?" Ellen asked, looking at me.

I looked down and then back up at her. "I need help," I said.

A short time later Ash was standing in front of me, looking as bedraggled as he always did, his ridiculous mullet sweeping over his shoulders. He was trying to grow a beard, I think, and was running his fingers across his chin along the stubble there.

"What am I looking for, Sam?" Ash asked me, a slight frown on his face.

"Other people," I said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening in. "other psychics, like me. As many as possible, and I need a nationwide search."

Ellen frowned, looking at me. "But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did."

"Well, no, but some had to," I said, looking over at Ash. "Start there."

I'd barely gotten through my beer when Ash came striding into the bar from the back room, looking pleased with himself. He had a piece paper in his hand and he waved it around with a flourish.

"Done, and done," he said, sitting down on the stool next to me.

"That was fast," I said, looking at him surprised.

"Well, apparently that's my job," Ash said sarcastically, looking over at Ellen. "Make the monkey dance at the keyboard."

Ellen rolled her eyes at him. "Just tell us what you got, Ash."

"Four folks fit the profile nationwide," Ash said, turning to Ellen and resting his elbows on the bar. "Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas; Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan; Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh, another name. Scott Carey."

I frowned, looking at him. "You got an address?"

"Kind of. The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot four-eighty-six." Ash said, I sighed. Not the news I'd been hoping for.

"So he's dead?" I asked, clarifying.

"Killed, about a month ago," Ash said with a nod.

"Killed how?" I asked.

"Stabbed," Ash said, looking at me. "Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects."

I thought about this, taking another sip of my beer. Maybe there'd still be information if I were to check it out. At any rate, I didn't have anything else to go on.

"All right," I said, nodding to myself. "Thank you." I stood up to leave and Ash slapped me on the back. As I walked away I saw Ash pick up my half-finished beer and start drinking it, the man was a serious alcoholic, he needed to get some help.

"Where are you going?" Ellen asked me, walking along the length of the bar, following me as I headed for the door.

"Indiana," I said, still walking.

"Sam? I've gotta call Dean and Beth. I've gotta let them know where you are," she said, hand back on her hip as she frowned at me.

I stopped, looking back with a sigh.

"Ellen. I'm trying to find answers, about who I am," I said, trying to find the words. "Dean and Beth mean well, but they can't protect me from that." I wanted to tell her about the baby, maybe it would stop her from calling them, give her pause to think, but I held my tongue.

Ellen looked thoughtfully at me, considering what I'd said.

"Please," I said to her, willing her to understand. She nodded reluctantly at me and I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that I didn't have to play the baby card. I cast one more glance around the bar, it was strange not seeing Jo there, hustling some hunter for his cash, or sweeping the floors to the sounds of the jukebox.

I smirked, thinking about the girl and her misguided crush on my brother, man she was going to freak when she found out about Beth's pregnancy, I'd almost pay to be around for that little announcement.

Sam's POV

Scott Carey's House
Lafayette, Indiana

Scott's father looked devastated at the loss of his son, sitting in the chair opposite me. He was unshaven, and looked like he hadn't slept in some time.

"So you say you went to high school with Scott?" He asked me, turning tired eyes to me.

"Uh, yes sir, I did. I just heard about what happened, I'm sorry," I said, giving him my best sympathetic look, the one that Beth called my puppy-dog stare.

Mr Carey nodded at me. "Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him."

I frowned, curious at this statement. "What do you mean?" I asked the man.

"It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares," Mr Carey said to me.

"Nightmares?" I asked, surprised. "Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw... or...?"

"No, no. He closed up with me," Mr Carey said sadly. "I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days."

I decided to press my luck, it was amazing what people would do when they were grieving.

"You think maybe I could see his room?" I asked the man, after a moment he nodded and showed me the way.

The room looked like it had been untouched, he obviously hadn't wanted to deal with the extra grief of having to sort through it. I looked around once inside, Mr Carey leaving me alone. It looked like a normal, every day bedroom. One we'd never had growing up: we grew up in motel rooms with maps, arcane symbols, photos of creatures and dead people stuck all over the walls. I shook my head just thinking about it.

It made me worry for Dean and Beth, and the little life they would now have to protect. Would they bring it into the hunting life? Hard to say with those two... they were so committed to it, Dad expecting nothing less from them both. But they were used to taking orders, and Dad wasn't here now to give them any – I found myself hoping they'd give it all up, start a normal life and give that child a chance we'd never been given. I turned my thoughts back to the job at hand.

There had to be something in this room that could give me some insight into Scott's head. There were several bottles of pills on the bedside table, they were prescribed by a doctor, I pocketed one of them so that I could follow that up later. I was drawn to the closet, it was the only thing left, at first it looked normal just like everything else, clothes hanging neatly from hangers, but then something yellow caught my eye.

I shoved the clothes aside and caught my breath at what I was looking at. Eyes, yellow eyes in all kinds of forms – photos, pictures, drawings. Cut out and stuck to the wall. It was all the confirmation I needed, I was on the right path.

Sam's POV

Motel

Half an hour later I was back at the motel, I was on foot as I'd dumped the stolen car earlier in the day to avoid detection. I was putting the key in the motel room door when I sensed someone behind me. They'd done a sloppy job of hiding the fact that they were following me. I hesitated at the door until they got closer, and then I spun, grabbing them by the upper arms and pushing them against the wall.

"Who are you?" I asked sternly. The person in front of me was a young woman, straight shoulder-length brown hair and big blue eyes.

"Please!" She gasped, looking frightened at me. "You're in danger." I relaxed my grip on her and took a step back. Danger? What the hell was she talking about?

I showed her into the motel room and stood leaning against the counter which housed the TV, watching as she paced along the floor in front of the kitchenette area. We'd been talking for about fifteen minutes and I was slightly worried she was going to have a panic attack if I didn't get her calmed down soon.

"OK, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Ok? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me," the girl said to me, I raised my eyebrow at her.

"All right, all right," I said, trying to settle her down. "Just, just calm down, ok? What's your name?"

"Ava," she answered, looking at me.

"Ava?" I asked, checking.

"Ava Wilson," she confirmed and I nodded.

"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, all right?" She nodded anxiously at me, stopping and standing still. "Now, you were telling me about these dreams of yours?"

"Uh, yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago I started having these, like, headaches, and just, nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot," Ava said, looking at me, the comment caught my attention.

"When was this?" I asked, my heart starting to race a little.

"Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this," she said, pulling out a newspaper article which read Local Man Stabbed to Death In Parking Lot. Next to it was a picture of Scott Carey. I took the clipping and stared at it, the reality of my situation starting to sink in.

"I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one," she said, looking at me worried.

"OK?" I asked, watching her intently.

"About you," she said softly, looking up at me. "I saw you die!"

I paused, thinking about what she had said. It was a lot to take in. "How did you find me?" I said quietly, looking at her.

"Oh, uh, you had motel stationary, and I Googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn you," she said, and I thought about how resourceful that was, it was the same way I found locations for the visions I had.

I huffed, shaking my head. "I don't believe this," I whispered.

"Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nut job," Ava said, throwing her arms in the air and walking away from me.

"Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us," I said, shaking my head at her.

"Sorry, one of, one of who?" Ava asked, looking confused.

"One of the Psychics. Like me. Look, Ava, I have visions too, all right? So we're connected." I said, looking at her, I was amazed, here was another one of us, like me and Andy... alive and well, and apparently not trying to kill anyone.

Ava laughed, nodding at me. "Huh, ok, so... you're nuts. That's... great..." she said, shaking her head.

"OK, ok, look." I said, trying to reason with her. "Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?"

"No! My mother lives in Palm Beach!" Ava said with a laugh.

I frowned, so she was one of those ones. "So you don't fit the pattern either." Just like Ansen.

Ava looked at me in confusion, genuinely having no idea what I was talking about. Things had just gotten a whole lot more interesting, and confusing at the same time.

Beth's POV

Nothing made Dean pull over faster than impending vomit. I swear we'd just skidded to a stop doing sixty-five miles an hour, and he had the door open and was shoving me out before we even came to a complete halt.

Once the upholstery was safe, Dean got out of the car and came around to take my hair in his hands, holding it out of my face as I watched the entire contents of my stomach empty out down the embankment before me. I groaned, waiting to see if that was it and Dean grimaced at me.

"That Chinese must have been bad..." I joked about the dinner we'd had at Bobby's earlier, raising an eyebrow at him. He snorted and chuckled at me.

"Uh-huh, yeah that'd be what it was," he agreed, letting go of my hair as I sat up, he reached in through the open window to grab my bottle of water from the car seat, uncapping it and handing it to me with a sympathetic look.

I washed out my mouth with a big gulp of water and then took a drink, it was soothing to my throat. Sighing, I looked up at him.

"I thought this was meant to be a morning thing," I complained.

"Appears not," he said, inclining his head and then helping me to stand up. He pulled me in for a hug and I rested my head on his firm chest for a moment, enjoying the comfort. It was pitch black around us except for the lights from the Impala, we'd been on the road for the last day looking for Sam, we were almost to Sioux City, Iowa, having called in on Bobby earlier. We were getting ready to find a motel for the night before we headed south to Nebraska, and the Roadhouse, trying to trace Sam's steps, but not really having much success.

"Never thought I'd get car sick..." I muttered, "I practically live in that car."

Dean sighed. "Yeah...going to make for some long drives if this keeps up," he said thoughtfully. I didn't even want to think about it, what a disaster, as if the nausea hadn't been bad enough, now I was hungry again, but too scared to eat anything.

Dean's phone started ringing and he hurried to answer it.

"Hello?" He said, when he heard who he was he switched it to speaker phone so I could listen, holding the phone between us.

"Hey, have you heard from Sam?" Dean asked.

"I have," Ellen's voice came over the speaker, "but he made me promise not to tell you where he is."

"Come on Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and we swore we'd look after that kid." Dean said, irritated.

"Now Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen said, and we both exchanged a frustrated glance, rolling our eyes. "Well I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana." Dean sighed with relief and nodded at me.

"Thanks Ellen," I said with a smile, and Dean hung up the phone. I looked at the car with a grimace and hoped that this was the last time we'd be pulling over for a while. I calculated, it was going to be at least a nine hour drive, and I didn't think Dean would be stopping until we hit Lafayette.

Sam's POV

Motel Room

Ava was looking anxiously at me. "Why can't you just leave town? Please? Before you blow up?!"

"No, I can't," I said quietly.

"Oh, god. Why not?" Ava said, sighing and rolling her eyes.

"Because there's something going on here, Ava. With you, with me. I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and I've got to figure out what." I paused and wondering if this is what Beth meant when she said I was being a stubborn ass and not flexible. I shrugged it off, wasn't like Beth could talk about being stubborn, it was like the pot calling the kettle black.

"Okay. you know what? Screw you, buddy. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?" She stood up and held out her hand and showed me a diamond ring on her finger. "I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo ass. But if you just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth." She grabbed her purse and started walking for the door. I turned to watch her go.

"Don't you want to know why this is happening? I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you?" She paused, and I knew I had gotten to her. "Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth. I need your help." I was sorry to say it, because she seemed like a nice girl, and what we were messed up in was … well... messy, and I didn't want to see her get harmed, but she was the best lead I had, and finding out what was going on with us, might just be easier with us both working the job together.

Sam's POV

Dr. Waxler's Office

I booked Ava in for a therapy session with the same doctor Scott had been seeing. I got the name from the pill bottle I'd snatched from his bedroom. Right now she was sitting in his office, chattering away anxiously. She didn't have to fake it, she was the most skittish, highly-strung people I'd met in a long time.

Maybe she was normal, and this is what tossing normal people into a surreal situation did to them. I wouldn't know, my life had hardly been normal growing up, I didn't know any other life than hunting and dealing with this kind of stress.

I was crouched on the window sill outside, a three storey drop to the ground below. Ava saw me passing the window of the room she was in and exclaimed in surprise. I panicked and quickly stepped back away from the glass, startling some pigeons who were roosting on the ledge. I waited for Ava's incessant chatter to begin again, casting a cautious look inside. The doctor's head was turned away from me however, he was totally engrossed in whatever nonsense Ava was spilling to him.

I slid open the window to the room next door, and slipped inside. There were filing cabinets against the wall all lined up. It took no time at all to pick the lock, and within minutes I had Scott Carey's private and confidential client file within my hands. Sticking it under my jacket, I secured it so that I could have my hands free as I got back out on the ledge. Ava saw me leaving, this time not reacting to seeing me on the ledge. I got back to the fire escape and headed down to wait for her session to end.

When we got back to the motel room Ava was looking a little stunned.

"Are you ok?" I asked, concerned that maybe I might have pushed her a little far.

"Am I ok?" She asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"Yeah?" I said, watching her.

"I just helped you steal some dead guy's confidential psych files," she said seriously, and then her lip twitched. "I'm awesome!" She said excitedly. I chuckled, this girl was seriously strange, she kind of reminded me of what Beth had been like when Dad first took her in, everything was all new to her, and she was always excited to be learning new things, doing odd stuff.

I sorted through some of Scott's files, and then struck pay dirt. Voice files, Dr Waxler voice recorded his sessions. I grabbed my tape player from my bag, and put the little tape into it, starting the recording. A young man's voice started over the speaker.

"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do... stuff." There was a pause and then the doctor voice a question.

"What do you mean stuff?"

"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." I looked up at Ava surprised. This was a new ability I hadn't seen yet.

I fast forwarded the tape a little, anxious to get to the bulk of the session.

Waxler's voice sounded again. "What else does the yellow-eyed man say?"

"He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Every thing's about to change." Scott's voice stopped and the recording finished, apparently that was all there was to the tape.

"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I think he is," I said quietly, thoughtfully.

"But how can we turn into that?" Ava said with a frown.

"I don't..." my answer was cut short by the sound of breaking glass as the window behind us shattered. I dove to the floor, taking Ava with me, covering her with my own body.

"Get down!" I said urgently to her.

"Oh my god!" She cried out, clearly shocked. "What's happening?"

"I don't know." I said, looking around. I had to get to my bag, where my gun was. Someone was shooting at us, or at least it appeared that way, and I had no idea who it would be or why.

Beth's POV

Outside Motel
Lafayette, Indiana

The nausea and vomiting had subsided for the time being and I was grateful for that. We'd been to a few motels, not finding Sam yet, this was our fourth try. Dean eased the Impala into the parking lot and we got out to walk along the length of the motel. It felt good to stretch my legs.

"There," I said, pointing to a window, glimpsing our little brother.

"Oh, thank god you're ok," Dean muttered, looking where I'd pointed, relieved to see Sam safe and sound.

We watched Sam move away from the window, and spotted a young woman with him. Dean chuckled and looked back at me.

"Oh, he's better than ok..." he said, turning back to look at the room. "Sam you sly dog!"

I smirked and shook my head, it didn't exactly seem Sam's style, but then, he hadn't really been himself lately either.

Suddenly the window we were looking at shattered and we jumped, not expecting it. In an instance Dean was running for the rooftop of the building opposite Sam. He was half way up the fire escape before I'd even got to the bottom. I pulled myself up after him as Dean disappeared over the ledge of the building.

"Gordon!" I head him yell and I panicked, scrambling to get up to the roof.

I looked over the ledge, wishing we'd had a chance to grab guns, but we'd left them in the car when we got out to look around.

Dean was on top of Gordon Walker, right at the edge of the building, hitting him over and over again in the face. He grabbed Gordon by the collar as I approached them.

"You do that to my brother, I'll kill you!" Dean yelled at him.

Gordon put a hand up. "Dean, wait," he said. Dean ignored him, punching him a few more times, then Gordon got in a back hand, knocking Dean off him. He was able to grab his rifle and I watched in horror as he slammed it into Dean's face, knocking him to the ground. He spun the rifle to face me and I stopped short.

"Don't move Beth," he growled at me and I gulped, raising my hands in the air. What the hell was going on here?

Sam's POV

Ava followed me up on to the roof opposite the motel room. I'd waited until the shots had stopped firing before deciding to investigate.

"Wait, I don't understand." Ava said from behind me. "Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?"

"Trust me, that wouldn't do us much good," I said, squatting down and picking up a bullet casing on the ground. "These are .223 calibre. Subsonic rounds. The guy must have put a suppressor on the rifle," I said thoughtfully. He was a professional, someone who knew what they were doing.

"Dude, who are you?" Ava asked, gaping at my comments.

"Oh. I just, uh, I just watch a lot of TJ Hooker," I said, making up some excuse as to why I would know this stuff. No need to completely scare the girl. I stood up again, pulling my phone out of my pocket. I hated to admit it, but I needed help on this.

"Who are you calling?" Ava asked.

"My brother and sister," I said, selecting Dean's number from the contacts list. "I think we definitely need help."

Dean answered the phone on the fourth ring, but he sounded guarded, not nearly as pissed off as he should be given that I'd just taken off two days ago and not let him or Beth know where I was.

"Hello?" He said.

"Dean!" I said, still happy to hear his voice.

"Sam, we've been looking for you," Dean said, all business, I kept waiting for the lecture, but it didn't come.

"Yeah. Look, I'm in Indiana, uh Lafayette." I said to him, wondering just what was going through my brother's head, maybe I really had gone too far this time and he wasn't actually talking to me. But that was ridiculous, he'd picked up the phone.

"I know," Dean said, and I listened, surprised.

"You do?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah, We talked to Ellen. Just got here ourselves. It's a real funky town." My heart stopped at the sentence, something was seriously wrong now. "You ditched us, Sammy." Dean added, sounding a little annoyed.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I said, trying to keep my voice level. "Look, right now there's someone after me," I continued.

"What? Who?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, that's what we need to find out. Where are you guys?" I asked, prompting for more information, and why wasn't Beth talking in the background, or on speaker phone? Dean usually always put her on speaker, especially when he was pissed, it was a dead giveaway something was wrong.

"We're staying at, uh, 5637 Monroe Street, why don't you meet us here?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, sure." I said, hanging up without waiting for an answer. I turned to Ava with a worried look.

"What is it?" Ava asked, seeing the look on my face.

"They're in trouble," I said pulling a notepad and pen out of my jacket and writing down the address Dean had just given me.

"He gave me a code word, someone's got a gun on them," I said, thinking about my options. He'd said 'us' so that meant that Beth was with him, which presented double the danger. No point in calling her to verify, it'd probably ring to voicemail now their captor knew I had the address.

"Codeword?" Ava asked, looking incredulous.

"Yeah. Funky town." I said with a shrug. She stared at me as if she didn't quite believe me. "Well, they thought of it... it's kind of a... long story. Uh, come on." I gave up trying to explain. I had to get to Dean and Beth, it was all my fault, again, that they were in trouble. It was always my fault, Dean had been looking after me since he was four years old and he still was, and all I did was bring pain and misery to their lives.

Beth's POV

Gordon hung up from the phone call with Sam, pulling the phone away from Dean's ear.

"Now," Gordon said, looking down at Dean who was tied to a chair, just like me. "Was that so hard?"

Dean turned to glare at Gordon with hatred in his eyes. "Bite me," he said. Gordon just laughed and walked over to a table nearby. Dean looked over at me, giving me a worried look.

"You ok?" He asked quietly and I nodded.

"She's fine! She had the good sense not to try and beat the hell out of me," Gordon said, waving a hand at me. "Of course, I might have welcomed the excuse to knock her out, given the position she left me in, when last I saw you." Gordon rubbed his jaw where I'd punched him all those months ago. I kind of hoped he wouldn't try and repeat the process here, now that our roles were reversed.

Gordon had his back to Dean, but I could see a little of what he was up to. He had opened up a bag on the table and was pulling out different weapons.

"So Gordy," Dean said, "I know we aren't exactly your favourite people, but don't you think this is a little extreme?"

Gordon turned to face Dean, a surprised look on his face.

"What, you think this is revenge?" Gordon asked him, his dark eyes looking just as crazy as they did the last time we'd seen him.

"Well, we did leave you tied up in your own mess for three days," I quipped, raising my eyebrow at him.

Dean laughed. "Which was awesome." He paused when Gordon started to stare at him coldly. "Sorry, I shouldn't laugh." I shook my head at him, that might be pushing it a little.

"Yeah," Gordon said thoughtfully. "I was definitely planning on whuppin' your ass for that," he said, and he paused to look over at me too. Dean frowned at the look.

"Mm-hmmm." Dean said, drawing Gordon's attention back to him.

"But that's not what this is. This isn't personal. I'm not a killer Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game." Gordon had been fingering a knife and when he said that last sentence, he slammed a knife into its sheath. Dean and I exchanged a shocked look – fair game? What on earth was he talking about?

Sam's POV

"I don't think I should leave," Ava said as I walked her to her car.

"I want you out of harm's way, Ava." I said, not taking no for an answer, I wasn't going to be responsible for her safety, not when I had Dean and Beth to consider, and they would always, always take priority over anyone else.

"What about you?" Ava asked, turning to face me.

"Harm's way doesn't really both me," I said, frowning.

"No, but you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die," Ava said, looking distressed.

"Doesn't matter, it's my brother and sister," I said, shrugging.

"Maybe I could help!" Ava said hopefully and I smiled at her.

"You've done all you can," I said, turning my best grateful look on her. "Just, just go back to your fiancée."

"Are you sure?" Ava asked, disappointed as I opened her car door and ushered her toward it.

"Yes, I'm sure. Go home, Ava. You'll be safe there." I said to her. She got into the car and I shut the door for her. She looked out at me through the open window.

"Well, just, promise me you'll call, then. I mean, when you get your brother and sister, just to let me know that every thing's all right." Ava said, looking at me worried.

"I promise," I said, trying to keep the troubled look off my face.

Beth's POV

Gordon was sitting on a bench, cradling his rifle and speaking to Dean. I was feeling nauseous again, but I fought it down, now really wasn't a good time to ask to go to the bathroom, especially given that we'd left Gordon tied up in his own crap for three days last we'd seen him.

"See, I was doing an exorcism down in Louisiana. Teenage girl, seemed routine, some low-level demon. But between all the jabbering and the head-spinning, the damn thing muttered something. About a coming war. And I don't think it meant to, it just kind of slipped out. But it was too late. Piqued my interest. And you can really make a demon talk, you got the right tools." Gordon sounded proud of himself, like torturing some poor girl was something to put on your resume.

"What happened to the girl it was possessing?" Dean asked, looking over at me, anger simmering in his eyes.

"She didn't make it," Gordon answered levelly.

"You're a son of a bitch," I muttered angrily, glaring at him.

Gordon looked over at me, standing and walking over to me. He watched my face for a moment and then slapped me, hard, across the cheek.

"Hey!" Dean shouted at him, but Gordon paid no attention.

"That's my momma you're talking about," Gordon said to me, I swallowed and thought better about spitting at him, best not to aggravate him.

"Anyway," Gordon said, turning back to Dean, standing between the pair of us. "This demon tells me there are soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans, fighting on hell's side. You believe that? I mean, they're psychics, so they're not exactly pure humans, but still. What kind of worthless scum-bag have you got to be to turn against your own race?"

Dean glared at Gordon but said nothing.

"But you know the biggest kick in the ass? This demon said I knew one of them. Our very own Sammy Winchester." Gordon looked over at me but I kept my expression level. Dean chuckled at him.

"Oh, this is a whole new level of moronic, even for you." Dean said, playing it casual.

"Yeah? Come on, Dean. I know. About Sam's visions. I know everything." Gordon said.

"Really? Because a demon told you?" Dean asked chuckling again.

I smirked at Gordon. "Yeah, and it wasn't lying..." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Hey. I'm not some reckless yahoo, okay? I did my homework. Made damn sure it was true. Look, you've got your Roadhouse connections, I got mine. It's how I found Sammy in the first place." Dean exchanged a worried look with me as Gordon crossed to a chair and sat down again, looking back at the pair of us. "About a month ago I found another one of these freaks here in town. He could deep-fry a person just by touching them."

"Yeah, did he kill anyone?" Dean asked, frowning.

"Well, besides Mr. Tinkles the cat? No. But he was working up to it. They're all going to be killers, Dean. We've got to take them all out. And that means Sammy too." Gordon cocked his rifle as he said this and I grimaced, he was stark raving mad and we were all sitting ducks.

"You think Sam's stupid enough to walk through that front door?" I asked, staring at him.

"No, I don't. Especially since I'm sure you found a way to warn him. Ha. You really think I'm that stupid?" Gordon said, I raised my eyebrow at that statement, looking over at Dean who was smirking. I wasn't going to answer that question. Gordon stood up again, going to a window and looking out.

"No. Sammy's going to scope the place, see me covering the front door, so he's going to take the back. And when he does he'll hit the tripwire. Then..." he took a grenade out of his bag, showing it to us. "Boom!"

Dean shook his head. "Sam's not gonna fall for a friggin' trip wire."

"Maybe you're right. That's why I'll have a second one." Gordon said, taking another grenade out of his bag and walking up to Dean.

"Hey, look. I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this, I really do. But for what it's worth, it'll be quick." Gordon said.

Beth's POV

Gordon had gone about setting up his tripwires while Dean and I tried to quietly discuss getting out of here. Gordon had moved us a little closer together, we were side by side now, firmly tied to the chairs, there was no wriggling out. While most people seemed to underestimate me because of my size and being a woman, Gordon had gone the other route – the ropes were tied so tightly around my wrists, I was starting to feel my hands and feet go numb.

I grimaced and shook my head. "Dammit, we're in trouble Dean."

"It'll be ok, Sam's not an idiot, he'll figure something out," Dean said, and then he fell silent as Gordon came back into the room to straddle a chair and look over at us again.

"Come on, man. I know Sam, better than anyone. He's got more of a conscience than I do, I mean, the guy feels guilty surfing the internet for porn." Dean said, trying to reason with Gordon.

"Maybe you're right. But one day he's going to be a monster," Gordon said fanatically.

"How?" I asked, glaring at him. "Huh? How's a guy like Sam become a monster?"

"Beats me. But he will," Gordon said.

"No, you don't know that!" Dean said loudly, angry.

"I'm surprised at you, Dean. Getting all emotional. I'd heard you were more of a professional than this." Dean shook his head at him, his jaw set in frustration.

"Look, let's say you were cruising around in that car of yours and, uh, you had Little Hitler riding shotgun, right? Back when he was just some goofy, crappy artist. But you knew what he was going to turn into someday. You'd take him out, no questions, am I right?"

"That's not Sam," I said, glaring at Gordon.

"Yes it is. You just can't see it yet, it's his destiny." Dean and I both fell silent, realising our arguments were falling on deaf ears, he wasn't going to come around. "Look," Gordon said, "I'm sympathetic. He's your brother, you both love the guy. This has got to hurt like hell for you." He reached down and took a couple of bandannas from his bag. He used the first one to gag Dean, who was glaring daggers at him, now having no choice but to be silent.

"But here's the thing," Gordon said, coming over to me and using the second bandanna to gag me. "It would wreck him. But your dad? If it really came right down to it, he would have had the stones to do the right thing here." Gordon paused to look Dean in the eye. "But you're telling me you're not the man he is?" Dean glared at him furiously. I took a deep breath in through my nose, trying not to panic.

Beth's POV

It wasn't long before we heard the tell-tale clicks of Sam picking the lock at the back of the house. Dean looked over at me frantically, and I tried to see what was happening.

"You hear him?" Gordon asked from his seat, listening. "Here he comes."

There was the distressing sound of the first grenade going off. Dean and I both flinched, it was much closer than expected. I started to wonder if Gordon planned to kill us too in this crazy scheme. Dean yelled at Gordon through the gag.

"Hold on," Gordon said in a calm steady voice, the voice of a psychopath. "Not yet. Just wait and see."

I held my breath, closing my eyes and praying. Praying to anyone who was listening to get us out of this situation alive. Dean yelled again and I gasped through the gag when the second explosion went off. Debris from went flying past us, some of it hitting me in the back. Dean struggled against his bonds, trying to forcefully get free of them, choking against the gag. I thought about Sam, and that explosion. Had he seen it in time? Was he...? Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought against my bonds.

Gordon stood up and crossed over to us. "Sorry Dean... Beth."

He went back into the room, his rifle at the ready. I twisted and choked back a sob at the sight of one of Sam's smoking boots on the ground. Gordon progressed into the room.

Then there was the sound of a gun cocking, and Sam's low voice, simmering with rage, sounded. "Drop the gun," he said to Gordon, who froze in place. I looked at Dean, tears streaming down my face, and Dean blinked, relieved.

"Shouldn't take your shoes off around here. You might get tetanus." Gordon said to Sam.

"Put it down now!" Sam yelled at him.

I saw Gordon lower his rifle to the floor, standing in the opening between the room beyond, and the one we were in.

Sam pushed Gordon ahead of him, a handgun held at his head, into the room we were in.

"You wouldn't shoot me would you Sammy?" Gordon asked, looking over at us. "Because your brother and sister here, think you're some kind of saint."

"Yeah?" Sam asked with a smirk. "Well, I wouldn't be so sure."

"See, that's what I said," Gordon said spinning suddenly and knocking the gun from Sam's hands. Gordon got in a few punches to Sam's face, then kicked him back against a wall, plaster fell when he hit it and Sam fell to the ground. Dean grunted against the gag, helpless. I watched in horror as Gordon advanced on Sam who was now lying flat on his back, coughing from the plaster in the air.

Gordon pulled out his knife and knelt beside Sam.

"You're no better than the filthy things you hunt," Gordon said to him, brandishing the knife above him. As Gordon raised the knife Sam intercepted his arm, flipping him over. He jumped to his feet, punching Gordon a couple of times before grabbing the rifle and pointing it at the man's head.

"Do it," Gordon said to Sam, looking over at me. "Do it! Show your sister and brother the killer you really are Sammy."

Sam hesitated, then his stance changed from attack to defence, and he slammed the butt of the rifle into Gordon's head, knocking him out.

"It's Sam," Sam muttered at him and I laughed at the comment through my gag.

Sam shuffled over to us, picking up the knife and cutting the bonds at Dean's wrists. Dean pulled his gag off while Sam untied his feet. Dean pulled Sam up to standing, checking him over. He cupped his hand around Sam's neck, staring at him, looking for something in Sam's eyes. Sam clasped a hand to Dean's shoulder and nodded.

I mumbled at them through the gag, reminding them that I was still tied up. Dean looked down at me and grabbed the knife, working away at the ropes. My hands were starting to turn blue they'd been tied so tight, and now that the blood was rushing back to them I started to feel the uncomfortable feeling of pins and needles coming into them – I rubbed them and Dean glanced down at them with a frown as he pulled my gag off and kissed me.

"Are you ok?" He asked and I nodded.

He turned his eyes to Gordon, standing up and walking over to him. "That son of a..."

"Dean," Sam interrupted. "No."

Dean looked back at Sam, he was calm and clear, the anger seemed to have faded once he knew Sam and I were all right. "I let him live once, I'm not making the same mistake twice." Dean said levelly.

"Trust me. Gordon's taken care of. Come on." Sam said. I frowned, and got to my feet with a grimace. My feet had pins and needles too.

"What do you mean Sammy?" I asked, taking a few tentative steps toward him, I could barely feel my feet to walk. Dean frowned and moved over to me, without another word he scooped me up in his arms effortlessly. I sighed and let him, I didn't feel like arguing – just for once I was going to go along with being a damsel in distress, it felt kind of nice occasionally, plus, my feet really didn't want to work right now anyway.

Sam watched this thoughtfully but didn't reply to me, instead he led the way out the front of the building.

Moments later I startled in Dean's arms as I saw Gordon emerge from the house, a gun in each hand.

"Dean!" I said and flinched as a bullet went flying past us. Dean started running for the trees, Sam behind us.

"Come on!" Dean said, diving into a ditch by the side of the road, dropping me beside him. "You call this taken care of?!" He said to Sam, eyes flashing angry.

Sam nodded and put a steadying hand on Dean. Dean looked over at me, suddenly worried. "What the hell are we doing?"

"Just trust me on this, all right?" Sam said and I took a deep breath, watching Gordon approach us. We were sitting ducks if something didn't happen soon.

Then as if like clockwork, three police cars appeared, sirens blaring. They surrounded Gordon, police emerging with their guns drawn.

"Drop your weapons, get down on your knees!" An officer said and I slumped against Dean in relief.

"Do it, now!" Someone else shouted.

We all grinned at each other as Gordon did as he was told, dropping to his knees.

One of the cops cuffed Gordon and patted him down, leading him to a squad car. Another officer went to Gordon's car and was looking around in the back seat. He pushed something and the hidden weapons rack pulled out.

"Anonymous tip," Sam said with a smirk.

"You're a fine upstanding citizen Sam Winchester," I said with a grin, shaking my head. And a nut case on top of it, I didn't want to think about what might have happened if those cops had taken just five more minutes to get here.

Beth's POV

Outside the Motel

Sam was inside getting his things. Dean had called Ellen and had the phone on speaker, both of us standing next to each other, talking to the woman.

"Gordon Walker was hunting Sam?" Ellen's voice came hushed over the line.

"Yeah, he almost killed all three of us because somebody over there can't keep their friggin' mouth shut," Dean said angrily.

"And you honestly think it was me? Or Ash? Or Jo? No way." Ellen responded. I had to admit, it didn't seem likely.

"Well who else knows about Sam? Huh? I mean you must have been talking to somebody," Dean said, pushing.

"Hey, you can say a lot of things about us. But we are not disloyal. And we're not stupid. We haven't breathed a word of this." Ellen said.

"Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections Ellen," Dean said.

"And this roadhouse is full of other hunters. They're all smart. They're good trackers. Each of them with their own patterns and connections. Look, hell, I could name twelve of them right now that are capable of putting this together." There was the sound of a sigh as Ellen paused. "I am sorry about what happened, guys. But I can't control these people. Or what they choose to believe."

I nodded at Dean, she was right. We had been sloppy, someone, somewhere along the line had figured out what was going on, and we had to be careful, we couldn't trust anyone now.

Beth's POV

Impala

I was in the front seat right next to Dean, he had an arm draped casually around my shoulders and I leaned in to him, my head on his shoulder. Sam was sitting on the other side of me. We rarely drove together like this, preferring to spread out, but this was just a sign of how rattled we were all feeling after our latest brush with death. I sighed, thinking about how close we'd all come yet again. It hadn't seemed like we were ever that close to death when we'd hunted in the past, life was just spiralling out of control, things getting bigger and worse than they had ever been. It was a frightening prospect.

Dean seemed to be thinking along the same lines because he kept glancing over at me and then he dropped his arm down around my back, I had to move forward a little and turn slightly away so that he could slip his arm around my waist, bringing his hand around to rest protectively against my stomach. I laid my hand over it and sighed, closing my eyes as I leaned back against him, and watched Sam as he made a phone call.

"Hey, Ava, it's Sam, again. Um, call me when you get this, just want to make sure you got home ok. All right. Bye." Sam said, I frowned, thinking of the girl who had been in the motel room with him earlier, apparently she was also one of the psychic kids according to Sam, and had warned him through a vision about the explosives Gordon was planning to use on him.

"Everything all right?" I asked, and Sam looked over at me, a little worried.

"Yeah, I hope so," he said, not sounding convinced.

"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least," Dean joked, and I smiled. It was a relief to think that psychopath was off the streets for a while.

"Yeah. If they pin Scott Carey's murder on him. And if he doesn't bust out," Sam said, always the pessimist.

Dean looked over at him, serious all of a sudden. "Dude, you ever take off like that again..."

"What?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. "You'll kill me?" He looked at us, the irony of such a statement showing clearly on his face.

"That is so not funny," I muttered, snuggling into Dean a little further.

Sam laughed and shook his head at us. "All right. All right. So where to next, huh?"

Dean thought about it. "One word: Amsterdam." He said and I raised my eyebrow. Huh?

"Dean!" Sam exclaimed, shaking his head.

"Come on man, I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee," Dean said with a laugh.

"I'm not just gonna ditch the job." Sam said, looking at us.

"Screw the job. Screw it man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid, we don't get thanked. The only thing we get is shot at, beaten up, and a whole string of bad luck." Dean said, looking between the two of us.

"Well, come on, dude, you're a hunter. I mean, it's what you were meant to do." Sam said, looking over at Dean.

"Oh, I wasn't meant to do anything, I don't believe in that destiny crap," Dean said and I smirked. We'd had this discussion a few times in the past.

"You mean you don't believe in my destiny," Sam said quietly.

"Yeah, whatever," Dean grumped.

"Look, Dean, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California and look what happened. I can't run from this. And you guys can't protect me, not now." Sam said, looking at us both.

"We can try," I said quietly, and Dean nodded.

"Thanks for that," Sam said quietly back, I smiled at him. "But you have a baby on the way, a baby! You can't keep watching me, you can't protect me forever."

"Well what do you want us to do Sam? Go off and live some apple pie life while you go and get yourself killed?" Dean asked.

"Look, guys, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever is coming, I'm taking it head-on; so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around... and hope we get to the bottom of it in like... three months, before all Beth can do is waddle, because she's gonna be no good as back-up then." He chuckled, but there was truth behind it, and it was the first time any of us had really said anything about the upcoming changes – what would we do? How would we deal with a baby? It's not as if any of us had any experience around raising a baby, unless you counted Dean helping raise Sam...we fell silent for a moment.

"Bitch," Dean said to Sam with a smirk.

"Jerk." Sam grinned back.

I smiled and knew that we'd be ok, we'd work it out. Dean squeezed me a little bit on the tummy, and it told me that he was feeling the same way. We were apprehensive, who wouldn't be? But we would face it head-on like we did everything: together.

Sam picked up his phone again, dialling a number.

"You calling that Ava girl again? You sweet on her or something?" I asked with a grin.

"She's engaged, Beth," Sam said, rolling his eyes at me.

"So? What's the point in saving the world if you can't get a little nookie once in a while, huh?" Dean said with a grin, and Sam raised his eyebrow.

"This coming from the soon to be Dad-of-the-year..." Sam said and Dean fell silent with a slight frown.

Sam hung up the phone, scowling. "What?" I asked.

"Just a feeling. How far is it to Peoria?" Sam asked and I shrugged, he was the one with the flashy GPS thing, my maps were all in the back and I wasn't moving for anyone.

Beth's POV

Three hours later
Peoria, Illinois

Sam and Dean stood watch while I picked the lock to Ava's house. We entered and looked around, the house was silent as a grave.

"Hello? Is anybody home?" Sam called out, looking around.

There was no answer, and we started to move through the house. Eventually we came to the bedroom, the last room to check at the end of the house. We entered quietly and I gasped, seeing a man face-up on the bed, his shirt and sheets soaked in blood. I gagged and ran for the en-suite, making it to the toilet in time to vomit.

"Oh my god," I heard Sam say, upset.

I flushed the toilet, wiping down the seat and any surface I'd touched with a hand towel, and then I rinsed my mouth out with water, again wiping down the surface. I stuffed the towel in my bag, just in case – no point leaving prints and DNA around for the police, not that they would know who I was anyway.

Dean was crouched by the window, running a finger along the windowsill, I walked up to him and he looked at me with concern. He had a powdery substance collected on his finger.

"Sulphur," I said, looking at it. "A demon's been here." I said, looking around. My demon sense wasn't going off, so it was long gone, but it still left a bad taste in the mouth, and there was the more disturbing question – where was the girl?

Sam spotted something on the floor, and went to pick it up. He turned back to us, showing us a diamond ring.

"Ava..." He said, shocked. She was gone, and there was absolutely no clue as to where she was, or even if she was any more. I closed my eyes, not wanting to think about it, this was our life, demons and dead people. Who in their right minds would choose to bring a baby into this life?

AUTHOR'S NOTES

The song for this episode is Kryptonite by Three Doors Down

Thank you to everyone who left a review, or started a PM with me, it's been great chatting with you all about the direction of the story and how much you're enjoying the storyline :) I hope you continue to like it as much as I'm loving writing it!

Just want to do a little shout-out to my beautiful little niece, Ava Lily. I love her to death, and she has an awesome name! :) I really liked Ava in SPN, until right near the end of course, but then, she was driven to do what she had to do, poor girl.

I found this episode a little bit meh... but it's essential to storyline, so had to write it – I don't really enjoy writing from Sam's POV but there was no getting around it. Hope it wasn't toooooo bad!

I promise I'll work in some quality Dean & Beth time soon, it just didn't sort of flow well for this episode.

So out of curiosity, where is everyone located? I'm currently located in a little fishing / tourism town called Lakes Entrance, in Victoria Australia! But I've in a few different places in the USA over the period of eight years too so I'm always curious about people's locations :D