Hey guys. Confused? Sorry. My Beta & I thought it played out ok. Basically, everything from Lena & Sam venturing out to her car and after was a 'premonition/dream' she had. So we're back to that point. Forewarned and all that. And hoping to change the 'future' ….

Cheers for the reviews. They have helped steer the course from this chapter onwards.

Dean was exhausted. Leaning against the wall of the motel room, he wiped the back of one hand across his damp forehead and sighed loudly. Peering out of the window beside him, he looked out at the empty, snow-filled car park and a frown settled over his eyes.

Letting the curtain swing back across the glass, he turned back into the room and his eyes rested on the form lying across the bed next to him. He shuddered as he took in the blanket-wrapped shape and his mind was filled with the memory of finally subduing the struggling demon.

Dean's throat tightened as he recalled covering Morgan's mouth to quieten her screams and how he had been left with little choice. Nausea swirled inside him and one hand went to his stomach, his knees trembling beneath him.

It had been the only way. The only way to help her. But sensing the small child slipping into unconsciousness had been perhaps one of the worst feelings he had ever experienced. And despite knowing that it had to be done, securing her tiny form had taken every ounce of strength he had.

Hearing noise from somewhere beyond the window, Dean parted the curtains and peered outside. His heart leapt as he saw Sam skidding and slipping as he ran across the drift-framed car park. And then he could imagine his little brother's reaction to what he had done. His throat clenching, he opened the motel room door and met the icy cold with a small smile.

"Dean! Thank god!" Sam sighed in relief, hurrying over to his brother and sliding in his haste on the icy car park.

"Sam." Dean nodded a brief greeting and stepped clear of the entrance, seeing his brother peer inside and cringing as Sam gasped in shock. "God, Sam ..." Dean whispered, shaking his head in earnest, his voice thinning. "I had to."

Sam nodded slowly, now noticing the scratches on Dean's face. "You okay?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded. He then heard the sound of more crunching and sliding beyond the door and his heart sank. Turning, he watched Lena enter the motel room and saw the sorrow that tightened her face.

Lena stared at her bound daughter for a moment, struggling to hold back tears. She then turned to look at Dean and watched him tense in anticipation of her inevitable anger. "It's okay." She managed quietly, "I know what happened."

Dean was stunned and was unable to hide the fact. He stared in confusion and watched Lena smiling thinly, nodding at him in reassurance.

"You had no choice." Lena continued, "Thank you for not hurting her."

His frown growing, Dean glanced at Sam and watched his brother shrug a reply. "What?" Dean husked, looking back at Lena. "I mean, seriously. What the hell?"

"Lena's got the shining." Sam offered, content that Morgan was alright and managing a quick smile.

Dean was lost for words and stared at his brother in confusion. After a long moment, he turned to Lena and his curiosity was shadowed by sudden anger. "Christo."

Smiling in understanding, Lena looked between the pair of them in calm interest. "Your lives are seriously weird." Aware of both men watching her warily, she crossed to the bed where Morgan lay quietly and perched on the edge beside her daughter.

Sam caught the horrified 'what the hell have you told her?' glare that his brother shot him and gave a quick shrug in reply. "She knows, Dean. She saw it."

"What … like saw it saw it?" Dean asked hesitantly, lifting a finger to point in caution towards his brother.

Sam gave a shrug in reply, regretting not being able to relieve the obvious concern in Dean's face.

"My aunt told me about people like you." Lena offered carefully, "I always thought she was telling tall tales. Children's stories to calm a restless imagination." Pulling off her gloves and reaching out a trembling hand, Lena stroked Morgan's hair back from her cheek and blinked away tears. Suddenly recalling seeing her furious daughter lashing out and then watching helplessly as she was taken from her, Lena looked up at Sam and took a deep breath. "We need to make sure the thing inside her is trapped." She frowned and glanced up at the ceiling. "You drew something. A symbol of some kind."

Sam nodded and hurried over to his rucksack.

"What are you saying?" Dean urged quietly, "You knew all this would happen?"

Lena looked across at him and nodded slowly.

"Great." Dean growled, "Another psychic freak."

"Another?" Lena queried and saw Dean glance at his brother in concern.

Sam was climbing up onto the bed on the other side of Morgan's still form. Balancing himself with his left hand pressed to the ceiling, he reached out and began to draw with the marker pen he had found.

"Sam used to have these crazy visions." Dean explained quietly, shuddering at the memory.

"Oh?" Lena urged, aware of Sam pausing to look down at his brother in concern. She watched Dean's face fill with a similar discomfort and she waited for him to continue.

"They were premonitions of some kind. But they stopped after …" Dean closed his eyes and gave a gentle shrug. "Well … they haven't happened for a while."

Lena continued to idly stroke her daughter's hair and looked between the two brothers, sensing the something that was bothering them. She looked up to watch Sam concentrating on his drawing, obviously trying to ignore the topic, and saw Dean dwelling for a moment on an apparently painful memory. "I had crazy random vision-things when I was in college." She offered quietly, looking down at her peacefully sleeping daughter. "I had … well, I had years of therapy and eventually they found a pill that stopped them happening. But the side effects were …" She closed her eyes at the memory and took a deep breath. "My aunt's an herbalist and she took me off the stuff the doctors prescribed, giving me traditional potions and stuff. But … most of them I can't take when I'm pregnant."

Sam had finished the symbol and jumped down from the bed, watching Lena in interest as he moved round and stood next to his brother.

"Some of the herbs made me totally trip out." Lena continued, laughing softly. She glanced up at them and gave a small shrug. "The rest of the family were sure she was poisoning me. They think Emma is this crazy old hippy and argued with her constantly." Shaking her head, Lena smiled fondly. "But, whatever she gave me, she cured me."

"And now … ?" Sam urged.

Lena shrugged. "I don't know … they were never this vivid before."

Dean nodded in thought. "And you saw her attack me?"

"I saw everything." Lena affirmed and turned back to them. "There are more of them. And they're on their way." She blinked away tears and shuddered slightly. "They took Morgan."

"Well, that's not gonna happen." Dean grated, crossing to the large hold-all that was full of supplies. "Sammy, check the salt lines. Bobby's on his way here and we can get the hell out of Dodge as soon as he arrives."

Sam nodded in agreement and quickly obeyed.

"I don't like our current position but we've defended worse." Dean continued, glancing at Lena and grabbing the Colt from the bag to check it was loaded and ready. "We'll look after you."

"I know you will." Lena agreed, meeting his stern gaze and smiling up at him. Recalling seeing him lying bleeding on the floor send a shiver through her and she looked away, focusing on her daughter and telling herself it was only one possible future that she had seen.

Content that they were hemmed in safely, Sam closed the front door and shot his brother a reassuring nod. He then crossed the room and perched on the bed beside Lena. "Who's Jerry?"

"A friend." Lena replied.

"Just a friend?" Sam urged, aware of his brother watching the exchange in concerned interest.

Lena sighed and shook her head. "He's my partner. I'm a deputy with the sheriffs office."

"Oh, come on!" Dean groaned. "You're kidding!"

Sam glared a warning at him and reminded himself to breathe, offering Lena as calm a smile as he could muster. "Why didn't you tell us?"

She turned to him and watched him for a moment, replaying all that she had seen. "Same reason you didn't tell me you're hunters."

Now sensing his brother's complete state of alert, the room danced around Sam and for a split-second he was torn between who to side with, should the choice arise. He watched Lena smile slightly and was aware of Dean tensing, ready to strike.

"Years of experience leaves you with an almost constant suspicion." Lena continued. "I'm alone out here and - " She sighed loudly, "But … if we're going to get through this, we're going to have to trust each other."

Sam nodded in agreement, catching sight of Dean's disapproval and shooting another warning at his all-too-skeptical brother. "So … tell us what happened, Lena." He urged, moving closer to her. "Tell us what you saw."

Lena nodded slowly and closed her eyes, thinking back over events yet to occur that were nonetheless memories of the past to her mind.

Sam listened as she began and watched his brother finish his checking of their arsenal. Dean crossed to the window and peered outside, watching the car park in silence. As Lena spoke of being somehow possessed, Sam's skin grew cold and he folded his arms as he shuddered at the memory of that feeling. And then she told how the motel owner had arrived and everything had gone horribly wrong.

"I knew that guy was all too smiley." Dean observed dryly.

Lena smiled and looked across at him, her amusement quickly fading when she saw his scowl.

"And then?" Sam prompted.

Turning back to him, she shook her head. "And then I woke up."

Sam saw something more laying behind her eyes but her body language suggested that he did not want to know. He gave a small nod and reached out to place his hand on her arm. "It's going to be alright." Sam offered, "You've already changed the future by telling us. Now we know what's coming and we can stop it."

"I hope so." Lena agreed quietly.

"So." Dean stepped back from the window and dragged his hands through his hair. "What's the plan, Velma?"

Sam groaned and shook his head slightly. "I guess we wait. And hope Bobby or Jerry get here before the bad guys do."

"No." Lena countered quickly. "I think that's where we went wrong before." She looked down at her daughter and frowned in thought. "We have to get rid of the thing inside her. Or it'll draw them here."

"But the other kids." Sam cautioned, "She might get sick."

"Emma can help her." She insisted, renewed energy from the realization bringing some color back to her weary face. "We have to do this. I'm sure of it."

Sam nodded slowly and watched his brother shrug in agreement. "But … Lena, it's not going to be pretty. I mean … exorcism. It's not a nice thing to watch."

"Nicely understated." Dean scoffed.

Lena looked between them and then turned her gaze back to her peacefully sleeping daughter. "Then I won't." She leaned down and placed a kiss on Morgan's cheek. "I'll go next door and call Em, let her know what's happening. When our friends get here, we can head for her place. It's not far."

Sam stood with her, keeping his hand on her arm and giving it a gentle squeeze. "I hope you're right about this."

Nodding up at him, she took a deep breath and headed for the partition.

Dean crossed the room and met her as she stepped into the adjoining room. "I'll close the door, okay? And you might want to turn the TV on or something. Just in case."

Lena studied his sincere face for a moment and smiled thinly, hoping that this was his subtle way of telling her he was prepared to give her another chance. "Okay."

Nodding somberly, Dean waited for her to step from the room and grabbed the partition door, ready to close it after her. "Wait a second." He watched her turn back to him and he suddenly grinned down at her. "You have an Auntie Em?"

"Yeah ..."

"Awesome!" Dean enthused and laughed merrily as he closed the door.

- tbc -