Greenbelt:

A trickling of moonlight wormed its way through the curtains and shot itself directly into the inhabitant's eyes. The woman groaned and rolled over, her hand sliding gently across her lover's stomach. She opened her eyes coyly and glanced in his direction, keen to get his attention. She heard his slow intake of breath and a grin spread across her face as two blue eyes took in her form. He pulled her in closer and she rested her head on his chest.

"That was some good night Sweet-thing."

She giggled and looked up at him, the smile never leaving her face.

"I always try my best."

A flood of cold air rushed through the room and she shivered, frowning as she noticed a shadowy form next to the window. She blinked and sat up, sighing in relief as shadow had disappeared. It was probably just the shadow from Ray. She turned around to face him and he backed away from her slowly. She became somewhat confused at the terror in his eyes and she held her hand out to him.

"Ray? Ray, what's wrong?"

He pointed behind her just as a piercing sensation erupted in her stomach. She could feel blood welling up in her throat, and she struggled to breathe as the crimson liquid poured out of her belly. She gurgled helplessly as it continued to seep from her wounds, drowning in her own blood. Ray leapt off the bed and grabbed his stuff, backing away from her. He watched as she fell into the bed, the sheets completely soaked in blood. He stared at the entity that had killed her and it only grinned before it disappeared all together.

It was warm. No, it wasn't just warm it was super warm-like she was being suffocated beneath someone. Darcy tentatively tried to move her legs, to no success. A sudden and very frightening thought popped into her head. Had she died sometime in the night? Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the sights of the motel ceiling. No, she wasn't dead. Vague relief fluttered through her and she turned her attention to what was cutting off the circulation to her legs.

A duffel. And not just anyone's duffel, but Deans. Dean was conveniently asleep on the other bed, but she doubted paranormal influence in the room. God, it weighed like six tonnes! She squirmed around a bit, causing Sam to wake up suddenly. His attention turned to Darcy, a small smile on his face. She rolled her eyes and returned her gaze to the duffel; she would win no matter what. Darcy took in a sharp intake of breath and kicked her legs underneath the bag, making it bounce from the bed to the ground. THUD. Dean's eyes parted and looked at her accusingly as he noticed his bag on the floor.

"Watch it; I have valuable stuff in there."

She couldn't believe him. He wasn't going to let Darcy back into Sam's life without a fight, and he was certainly not going to make life comfortable for her. She rolled over and muttered under her breath.

"Asshole."

She could feel Sam cradle his arms around her and she released a pent up breath. She really didn't know how Sam could survive his brother, but of course, she never had the perfect relationship with her own flesh and blood. She leant her head against his chest and listened as his heart slowly beat. It was a soothing sound and she closed her eyes almost happily before three separate alarms went off. She fumbled for a pillow to place over her ears before Sam shifted and got out of the bed. She threw an accusatory look at his stomach and he grinned at her.

Ten minutes later they had all gotten up, both boys in denims and t-shirts. Sam wore his hoodie as Darcy had stolen his jacket from him and Dean lounged around in his leather jacket. Darcy herself wore a knee length red skirt and a black tank top, her leg bouncing to an invisible beat as she stared at the laptop screen. She gave a small smile as Sam placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her and she took a small sip. She frowned as an article popped up and she placed the mug back down.

"Well, I'll be damned."

"You already are."

She shot a look of pure anger at Dean and ignored him, instead maximising the article on the screen. She stood up and allowed the other brother to sit down and read through the article. Sam let out a slow whistle and then looked over to Dean, anxiety on his features.

"Dean, she's right. A woman was murdered in her home, no prints, no nothing. But get this; she had six pints more blood in her body than any other normal human being."

Dean frowned and moved over to the laptop, peering at the article in question. He looked at Sam with an expression of finality on his face.

"Well, that is some kind of freaky. Greenbelt?"

Sam nodded and shut the laptop. He passed Darcy's coffee back to her and watched as she took another casual sip.

Darcy placed the empty mug in the bin and grabbed her duffel. They had found the case and there was no reason for them to dawdle any longer. She turned to find both men looking at her and she placed her hands on her hips.

"What?"

Dean shook his head and moved over to pick up his own duffel, leaving Sam sitting by the laptop. He glared at the back of Dean's head and then stood up, stretching his arms to the ceiling (and nearly touching it) before he stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Nothing, which car am I going in?"

She laughed and walked to the door, stopping at the frame to respond quickly.

"Go with Dean, at least that way he won't feel betrayed."

She shot a dark look at Dean and then skipped out the door, making her way to the car. Dean turned around and gave Sam one of his looks. Sam rolled his eyes and proceeded to pack up his belongings.

"What was wrong with that Sarah chick?"

Sam looked up at Dean and folded his arms across his chest.

"Nothing. What is your problem with Darcy? Is it because you know less about her than you do algebra?"

"Dude, that's not fair. I just don't like not knowing about her. Sure, she told us about why she became a hunter, but… you know what? Never mind."

Sam picked up his bag and left the room, leaving Dean to watch his retreating form. He looked up to the ceiling and shook his fist at it before he too exited the room, leaving the keys on the door for the lady to collect.

Dean watched as Darcy pulled into the small diner in her Volkswagen. He had to admit that the car itself was decent. He heard the car door slam shut as he pulled up next to it and looked over to Darcy as he stopped the ignition. She was casually leaning against her car, feet crossed at the ankle. What really killed him was that besides her shady past he had nothing else against, hell, unless he could say that her making Sam happy was a crime. He looked over to his younger brother who was currently grinning like an idiot out the windscreen at her. He rolled his eyes and opened the door, slamming it shut behind him. Brother or not, watching Sam like that was a nightmare.

A cry from Sam whirled him around and he watched as his brother writhed in pain in the front seat. Darcy managed to get to him first, wrenching open the passenger side door to let Dean get to him. She stood back, her eyes full of fear. Dean clasped his brother's hands in his own and forced his brother to look at him.

"Sammy! It's gonna be ok."

Darcy moved to sit next to him, laying her head on Sam's knee and closed her eyes. Dean stared at her but returned his focus to Sam; he needed to concentrate on helping his brother.

Sam's head felt like it was about to implode. Pain seared through him like fire, rippling down through his body and back up again. Every beat of his heart felt weaker as the grips of the vision began to take him over. Why now, after months of not having them had they come back? He felt himself cry out in pain and he tried to curl back in on himself but was stopped. A faint wave of reassurance flowed through him, halting the pain for only a few seconds before it sparked up again. And then the vision came.

He was standing in a house, watching as the three hunters moved about the rooms. Darcy and Dean were bickering again, but their voices were oddly silent, like someone had shoved wool into his ears. He saw himself come from around a corner, whispering softly to Darcy as they quickly exited the room. A shadowy form appeared next to the window, an evil smirk upon its face. It slowly crept up behind Dean, the silvery flash of a steel blade catching his eye. He screamed at Dean to run but he couldn't hear him. He watched as his brother fell to the ground, bleeding out…alone.

The darkness that Sam had previously only seen was replaced with Dean's face. Concern was written all over it and Sam felt tears prick behind his eyes. He wasn't going to cry, not with Dean right there in front of him. A spasm of nausea threatened to overwhelm him and he bent forward. He saw Dean's mouth moving to form words, but it was so silent. After a few moments Sam realised it was due to the loud ringing in his ears. He felt himself gag and managed to move Darcy out of the way before he retched in front of his older brother. Dean made a face and stood up, glad that he was to the side of him. Sam muttered weakly, glad that the ringing had finally disappeared.

"Sorry bro."

Dean managed to give Sam a bright grin and then looked at Darcy, indicating that she should take over. She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow, side-stepping the puddle of puke that lay between her and her boyfriend.

"No problems Sammy. Darcy look after him whilst I get a room."

Darcy squatted next to Sam and brushed some of his hair out of his eyes. He gave her a sad smile and she returned it, briefly hugging him.

"Hey, it's going to be alright. Vision?"

He nodded weakly and wiped at his eyes.

"Yeah. I watched him die Darcy, and I couldn't stop it."

"Well, you can now. Everything is different now."

The sound of a throat being cleared was instantly recognised as Dean and Darcy stood up, taking the keys from his hands. She sighed and walked over to her car, bringing out her bag and then locking the car after. She turned to Dean and watched as he helped his brother up; oblivious to the sad looks Sam gave him. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, opening the motel door for them so he could get Sam into bed. She had a nagging feeling that someone was watching them. Her eyes darted to the side of the building and watched as a pick-up truck pulled away. For a moment she thought she recognised the driver, but it couldn't be. She shook her head and shut the door behind her, she was losing her mind is all.

A/N: Who is this mysterious driver? Why is everyone suddenly sounding like they're all affected by PMS? Well, the last one is my bad. Anyway, reviews are good! Thanks to Friendly and Sarah, you keep me alive (and boost Darcy's ego!), so hope you enjoy.