Chapter 2:

"What the Hell just happened?" Dean asked, narrowed eyes looking to Sam and then Jasmine.

"I'm wondering the same thing," Sam said, leaning on the armrest and looking back to her. "Jasmine?" Jasmine was staring wide-eyed and blankly at something that was apparently very fascinating on the back of Sam's seat. Sam's eyes shut and he let out a breath of comprehension. "You didn't know what he was, did you?" he asked quietly, looking back to her. She still didn't respond. "Jasmine?"

"My name's Jaz," was all she said. It seemed like an automatic response.

Sam nodded slowly. "Jaz, I'd like to help you, but I can't do that unless you tell me what's going on," Sam told her. "Did you know why that guy was after you?"

"I-I can't," she said quietly, her gaze remaining on Sam's seat.

"Jaz," Sam said. "Look at me." Jaz forced her eyes to his. "I really want to help you if I can. I don't know what's going on here, but you're just a kid and you need to have allies against men like that guy back there. You're in way over your head. Trust me. Please, just give us a chance to help."

Jaz blinked at him slowly. "What was that you said back there?" she asked quietly. "Before…."

Sam sighed. "It was an exorcism. Well, it was the beginning of one anyway."

"Whoa, time out, rewind," Dean snapped suddenly.

"Dean, it's gone, we're safe, just keep driving and let me talk to her, okay?" Sam said in an exceedingly calm voice. Dean glared at him briefly before moving his gaze back to the road. Sam looked back to Jaz. "It figured out I was more informed than you were and it took off. Probably didn't want to waste its time. But there's a reason it wanted you. And I think you know what that is."

Jaz licked her lips anxiously and looked back to her hands and nodded. "I, ah…escaped from a mental ward two days ago."

The two young men were silent for a couple of seconds. "Why?" Sam finally spoke up.

"Because they were holding me against my will."

"You were kidnapped?" Sam asked.

"I was thrown into it a week ago," she whispered. "My younger brother was taken somewhere too. I was going to be transferred to another facility last Friday and while I was being transported I managed to get out of my restrains and out of the van without the driver noticing."

Silence once again filled the Impala. "And why exactly were you in a mental ward?" Dean asked, his voice carefully measured.

Jaz swallowed. "It was the easiest legal way to keep me under wraps and under constant observation. Because whoever took my younger brother wanted to see if I had the same abilities as him."

"Abilities?" Sam echoed.

"Yea," Jaz whispered. "Trevor can read minds…and he has visions. He…sees things. Horrible things. I didn't believe in a lot of the stuff he'd seen, I thought it was all nightmares and hallucinations during the day or whatever, but…then some of it came true and I didn't really have any right to doubt him anymore. As much as I wanted to."

The pause this time was longer. Jaz continued to stare at her hands in her lap. "Were they right?" Sam asked quietly. "Do you have any abilities?"

Jaz swallowed again, looking back up to him. "Astral projection," she whispered shakily. "It's the only reason I was able to get out of that van they were transporting me in." Sam stared at her, wide-eyed, for a few moments. Jaz took in and let out a deep breath, then closed her eyes. Sam blinked in astonishment as the air next to her shimmered for a split-second and a carbon copy of her appeared, the original Jaz slumping to the side as if she were sleeping.

"Ho-ly crap!" Dean exclaimed after glancing back to her, doing his best not to swerve the Impala off the road. With another shimmer, the twin disappeared and Jaz opened her eyes, sitting back up, and looked to Sam, apprehension clear in her eyes.

"If you turn me in," Jaz told them, staring straight into Sam's eyes, "my brother and I will be dead inside a month. Or worse." Sam's wide eyes softened exponentially as the shock drained from them and he nodded. Jaz's gaze drifted out the window. "A year ago, I wouldn't have said a word of this to you. Despite what just happened. I guess I'm just tired. Of running. Of not having any help." She looked back to Sam. "So can you tell me…why you seemed to know what do to about that guy and I didn't have a clue?"

"I have to say that us finding you is probably the luckiest thing that could have happened to you. Cause you're hitchhiking with two of the very few people out there who can help you," Sam told her. "Not to mention understand what you're going through."

Jaz blinked. "What do you mean?"

"I have visions, Jaz," Sam said quietly. "Well actually not anymore. These days it's…." He let out a long breath. "Crap, okay, looks like we're going for the whole truth here. Dean and I are what are known as hunters. We find things that are hurting people, killing people, and we stop them. Things that most people think of as nightmares. Werewolves, vampires, demons, whatever."

Jaz stared at him, stunned. "You're not just…saying all that because I told you about me," Jaz said, "are you?"

Dean let out a snort of a laugh. "That's a new one. We're telling you this crap to make you feel better. Tell you what." He pulled over to the side of the road. Sam saw Jaz tense slightly as Dean got out of the car, and also saw her right hand slide subtly into her right pocket. "Let me show you something. Come here," Dean called to her, walking around to the trunk. Sam raised an eyebrow in a question to Jaz before he got out of the car as well. Jaz hesitated for a second before getting out and following him.

Dean opened the trunk and pulled up the false bottom, sticking a shotgun up to hold it up. Jaz stared in shock at the cache of weapons in front of her. "We've got stuff as obvious as firearms and knives and stuff more subtle like herbs and salt," he said, motioning vaguely to things as he spoke. "Accelerant and matches for getting rid of spirits, weapons made of silver, brass, and iron, dead man's blood for vampires, holy water for demons, a couple grimoires and whatnot for reference, gadgets like EMF meters and black lights, down to something as simple as a lock pick. That's the basics. We've been doing this our whole lives, so I could go on. Talk about how to kill things we go after, that sort of thing. Wouldn't want to scar you even more though."

Jaz stared at the weapons in front of her, her eyes taking in each thing, and Sam and Dean stood waiting for a reaction.

"The reason we needed to tell you all this first was because my ability is the power to exorcise demons," Sam said quietly. "With, ah…with my mind. No exorcism needed. I just…don't do it. It's a long story."

Jaz looked up to Sam for a second before she walked a few steps away, looking out over the cornfield they'd stopped by before turning back to them. "I guess a toothpick like this wouldn't scare you guys much anyway then," she said with a sigh, pulling a switchblade out of her pocket and flicking it open smoothly.

"Sweetheart, as much crap as we've got in this trunk," Dean said, taking the shotgun down and lowering the bottom and closing it, "we're still human. We break and bleed just like anyone else. When you stop being scared of knives, that's a problem in my book. I've got no problem with you keeping that on you though. I actually make it a point to always keep one on me at all times."

Jaz looked away from Dean, closing the knife with one hand and sliding it back into her pocket. Her eyebrows came together slightly, as if she was considering something, and then she looked back to him. "So…what do you know about people with black eyes?"

"We've got some experience in that department. Can I ask what your experience with them has been, aside from ten minutes ago?" Sam asked quietly.

Jaz swallowed. "The night before they took Trevor and me, he had a dream about three men with black eyes," she said tightly. "Trevor woke up screaming. He told me they kidnapped him. Took him away from me. That as much as he yelled for me, I didn't come after them. I just lay there sleeping." Jaz blinked a few times and angrily wiped away tears. "And so I told him it was just a nightmare. That nobody would ever take him. That I'd keep him safe." She let out a harsh breath. "I said that it had to be a nightmare. That it didn't make any sense because if he screamed for me, I would help him." Jaz looked back up to the boys. "I guess I didn't take being sedated first into consideration."

Sam and Dean stared at Jaz for a moment in shock before Sam let out a long breath of incredulity, trying to figure out what to say.

Dean found his voice first in a low mutter of, "Holy crap." He ran a hand over his face for a second. "Okay, so you said there were three guys?" he asked. "Did Trevor say anything else? Any other dreams about it?"

"Nothing," Jaz said quietly. "What does it mean? Who are they?"

Dean glanced to Sam for a second before looking back to Jaz. "Black eyes is the most common indication of possession," he said tensely. "They were demons."

Jaz let out a sharp breath of disbelief. "Demons. My brother was kidnapped by demons?" she snapped.

"That's what it sounds like, yea," Sam said. "Where were you headed? Do you know where he is?"

Jaz opened her mouth for a second, eyes darting around for a second before closed her mouth and swallowed. She nodded. "Yea," she said softly. "I-I managed to find some documents…in the files they keep in the ward. I found one on my brother. He was there for like three days before he was transferred and—." Jaz's voice caught in a hitch in her breath and she covered her mouth with her hand as she let out a sob. "Oh God, Trevor."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Sam told her, quickly clearing the distance between them and putting an arm around her shoulder, half for comfort and half to make sure her legs didn't give out underneath her. "We'll get him back. I promise, we'll get him back. Okay?"

Jaz took a few moments to breathe and looked up to meet Sam, fire in her eyes. "What do they want with him?" she whispered. "What do they want with me?"

Sam's expression tightened. "I don't know," he said quietly. "But we'll get him out, alright? I promise."

Jaz looked down to her feet and nodded, wiping her face, and walked back to the car, letting Sam's hand slide from her shoulder. Sam saw that her hands were shaking for a moment before she clenched them into fists. "We should get going," she said. Sam pursed his lips, hearing a familiar tone in her voice. She was pushing herself past anything that seemed horrible and scary to keep moving forward. He heard it in Dean's voice often and also in his own. Jaz looked to Dean. "How long will it take us to get to Texas?"

Dean pursed his lips and thought for a moment. "Probably about ten hours. You can fill us in and we'll come up with a game plan," he said, heading back to the driver's seat. Jaz nodded before getting back in the car, as did Sam, and they took off.