Disclaimer: I made no money. Happy?

Longer than the last few updates. I don't think you'll mind :) From here to a couple chapters ahead, things start to clear up so, enjoy!

My attention was diverted down when I felt a tug on my leg. Gina looked up at me with a smiling face. "Wanna talk?"

I smiled. "Sure." Gina eagerly grabbed my hand and led me to the mattress where her mother lay with her eyes closed. "Will we bother you, Laura?" Without opening her eyes, she shook her head. I sat down in a way that I could keep an eye on Sam. He was still sleeping, curled in the corner with a smile faintly present on his face.

"Sorry about Jack," Gina said. "He's such a jerk!"

"It's alright. This lifestyle is bound to make some people ornery."

"What's 'orny?'"

"Never mind."

Gina sighed, looking in Jack's direction. "I miss Dean."

It took me a minute to completely process that statement. "Wait, did you say Dean?"

"Yeah. He's the one that used to be in charge."

"Wh-What happened to him?"

Gina's face fell. "I-Spie got 'im."

"AISP, sweetie," her mother corrected, eyes still closed.

"What's AISP?" I asked.

Laura opened her eyes and looked at me for a second. Then she sat up and sighed. "Adam's Institute of Special People. As far as we know, it's a government association that deals with people like us. They capture us, and we're never seen again. According to Dean, they're most likely studying and experimenting on us."

I laughed bitterly. God, can this get more cliché? "So, Dean was with you guys."

"Well, like Gina said. He was in charge. Brought us together a couple years ago off the streets."

"All of you?"

"Yeah… Dean said that there are probably a lot of us living normally. But, we're the ones that can't fit in anywhere. Those rules Jack told you, those were the rules that Dean made to keep us safe."

"'Cept the last one," Gina pointed out.

"Except the last one," Laura agreed.

"When…" I paused. "When was Dean taken?"

Laura's face remained impassive, though it was a moment before she answered. "A couple months ago."

"Which really, really sucks," Gina whined. "He's so much nicer than Jack. Jack always fought with him." Gina lowered her voice to a whisper. "I think he was jealous. Jack was always challenging him. He eventually stopped though."

"Why?"

"I dunno… gave up, I guess."

I sighed. Dean… is this why you left? You found out about this association and you decided to do something about it? Why didn't you tell me? Did you not trust me? What else did you hide from me?

It was late at night. (At least, I assumed it was because everyone was asleep, including Sam who was still tucked in his corner.) Gina was curled in her mother's arms. Laura, whose body was placed protectively in front of Gina's, was snoring softly. Jack and Marie slept side by side, Jack being closer to the entrance, in case any threat should come in. Mark slept in the corner furthest from the entrance, leaving me the sole person conscious. (Didn't really have a choice. Jack told me to keep watch and I really didn't feel up to having an altercation of any kind.)

I crawled to where Sam slept. He was curled in fetal position, eyes screwed shut, his breathing erratic. So much for my theory of him not having nightmares. He only moved when he tried to tuck himself deeper in the corner. Only then did he calm down for a while. What is it about this corner that makes him so… happy, for lack of a better word? I examined the scars that crisscrossed his face. I wonder what those men did to him. Whatever they did, it was enough to drive him insane. I noticed old rope-burn scars on his wrists. I wouldn't be surprised if his entire body was covered in scars of all shapes and sizes. Who could do that to a child? Poor kid lost his entire family. His mother when he was a baby, his father sent him and his brother away, and his brother was killed in front of him. It's a wonder he didn't just give up right then and there and died. But from the sounds of it, those men didn't give him the choice.

My thoughts wondered to the rest of the psychics. Or more specifically, Dean. All those years he was gone, he was helping other psychics. It made me kind of angry. He felt that taking care of other psychics, strangers, was more important then staying with the woman he loved the most. I felt myself wishing I had just told him about my visions. Then he would have included me and we could have been together. I started to silently cry as I thought more about him. Dean…! Where are you? God, I need you, baby… Now more then ever! I laid on the floor, and fell unwillingly to sleep.

I watched myself walk down a long hallway, bright with florescent lights. There was no sound that I could hear. Just the image. 'I' looked behind several times, as though looking for followers. A door suddenly opened behind 'me'. 'I' turned around quickly. Sam came out the door and faced me, tears streaming down his face. 'I' said something to him. He made no response. He lifted his arm and pointed it at 'me'. 'I' was suddenly lifted into the air by an unseen force. 'My' hands leapt to 'my' throat and clawed at it, as though trying to get the invisible hands away. After a minute, 'my' eyes rolled back and 'my' body went limp. Sam, still crying, lowered his arm, and 'my' body fell to the ground, lifeless. The image seemed to freeze. Sam stood over 'my' dead body. He suddenly clutched his head and screamed a silent scream. His eyes wide and crazed, tears leaking out uncontrollably. He knelt to the ground and cradled my head in his arms.

I opened my eyes. I was used to seeing traumatic visions in my sleep, so I had no immediate reaction. Though I had my doubts that this was even a vision. Sam would never be able to kill anyone. He would never be able to want to. Even if he did, he doesn't have telekinesis.

Speaking of telekinesis, I wasn't the only occupant awake. Jack glared at me from next to his sister, who (like everyone else) was still asleep. "You were supposed to keep watch," he growled.

"Well, sorry. I was tired. Haven't gotten much sleep what with the government association chasing after me."

He shook his head, as though he expected more from me.

"What is your problem?" I asked. "Ever since you've taken me and Sam in, you've been treating me and especially him like garbage."

"I don't know you. I don't have any reason to trust you."

"Did you trust Dean?"

His face changed slightly. "Dean? Yes. Didn't like the bastard all too much, but I trusted him. Why?"

"He's my fiancé."

Jack's face showed mild shock. "Never mentioned you."

"Yeah, well. He had his reasons." I hope.

"Is that why you're with him?" He tilted his head towards Sam.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "What do you mean?"

He smiled. "So you don't know."

"Know what?"

"Sam… is Dean's younger brother."

Don't kill me for ending it there. Explanations galore in the next couple of chapters, I promise! Meanwhile, reviews make me happy and will make me want to update faster...