Disclaimer: If I owned the boys and the rest of the supernatural universe, I would have kicked Ruby 2.0 to the curb a LONG time ago. But, I don't, so we all have to put up with the imposter. Enough said.

AN: I hate this chapter, but no matter how many times I rewrote it (and let me tell you, it was A LOT!) I couldn't get it to my liking. And I have a dilemma, do I follow season one, or do I do my own thing? Suggestions?

Chapter Five

Knocking over the chair in the process, he vaulted to her room, and flung the door open. Elle was sitting straight up, hands gripping her head, staring at some invisible scene. He ran to her bed and sat down, grabbing her shoulders at the same time.

"Elle! Elle!" Sam shouted. He could feel how stiff Elle's frame was, and yet she still trembled. Her face was white and beaded with sweat; beautiful eyes looked at Sam but not at him, but some scene that only she could see.

'She hasn't had a vision like this since we left Dean and Dad.' Sam thought quickly. He knew better than to move her while she was in her vision, so he sat on the bed in front of her, one hand on her knee, and the other hand on her cheek, his thumb rubbing circles on her cheek.

"I'm right here Elle, I'm not going anywhere." He whispered to her.

She stayed like that for only 45 seconds, and it was the longest 45 seconds of Sam's life. Elle collapsed into Sam, sobs shaking her entire body, hands holding her forehead. He pulled her into his lap, and she sunk into his arms. Sam rocked Elle back and forth, stroking her hair and murmuring into her ear.

"Oh, Elle. Shhh, it's alright." He whispered to her.

Her sobs slowly quieted, but she continued to shake.

"Is there anything I can do, Elle?" He asked her quietly, holding her close.

She shook her head against his chest, shivering.

Sam felt the back of his sister's neck. 'Damn it; fever. These visions are too fucking much. She shouldn't have to deal with this.' He thought to himself. He could feel Elle tense up again when she heard his thought, and he pulled her closer.

"What did you see Elle?"

She didn't respond to him.

He sighed. "I'm going to go get you some Tylenol, and then we'll talk."

He gave her one last squeeze, and then he gently put her down on the bed, pulling the covers over her.

Sam walked down the hallway to the bathroom, wiping his cheeks to dry them. He hated seeing Elle in so much pain; it tore him up inside. Running a hand through his shaggy hair, he took several deep breaths.

"Keep it together Sam." He told himself as he opened the medicine cabinet.

He put the bottle on the sink, and turned the water on. He splashed his face with water, and dried it with a towel; then he filled a glass with water.

Tylenol in one hand, a glass of water in the other, Sam came back into her room. Elle had buried herself underneath the covers once more, but Sam knew she was still awake, for there was no way she was going to be able to get back to sleep that quickly after that vision. Putting the things in his hands on her nightstand, he went to lie down beside her.

He pulled the covers back, and his own hazel eyes locked immediately with his sister's that were the same color. Sam stroked his sister's cheek, wincing at how warm she was.

"Will you take the medicine for me Elle? We have to get that fever down."
A thin hand reached out from the blankets. He placed the pills in her palm, and she downed them. He pulled her close, and she snuggled against him. Kissing the top of her head, he pleaded with her.

"Elle, please. What did you see?"

Instead of burying her face into his chest like he expected, she glanced up at him, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.

In a barely audible whisper, she gave him three words. "Dad and Dean."

Sam squeezed her tight. "Damn it. Where are they? Are they hurt? Is Dean okay?"

"Sammy…I don't know."

He groaned inwardly at his childhood nickname that he only let Elle use now a days. And she only called him that when she was hurt, or frightened.

"Tell me exactly what you saw Ellie."

She shook her head. "I…can't. It's all jumbled. I have to…"

"Show me Elle. Show me what you saw."

"Then you'll be in pain to Sam…"

He rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

"Just show me Elle."

He grabbed her hands from under the blankets and brought them up to his face, bracing himself for the pain, which he knew would be extreme.

The minute her hands touched his face, he felt her thoughts and emotions flood his mind. Sam winced, the jabbing sensation in his head was excruciating. He knew that she just didn't have enough energy to block them from him as she tried to forward him her vision, because he could feel her own pain and her weariness as well as his own. He gasped as he saw what she saw.

Dad and Dean running in darkness, holding weapons…Latin being read in the darkness…the hissing sound of holy water hitting a possessed human's flesh…a yell from the darkness "You won't get there in time!"…more Latin…"Do her powers scare big Papa Winchester? Do you wonder what she'll become? Not to mention dear Sammy's developing…" Dean calling out to Sam and Elle to help them, they needed their help…"Sammy! Elles! Why aren't you here? I can't do this by myself…" Dad yelling at Dean to stop talking to the traitors, they weren't family anymore. And then Dad was gone, and Dean was alone…running….lost. Except he wasn't in darkness anymore, he was in a city, running down dark streets, calling out to them. "I'm all alone…I don't know what to do…Sam! Elle!" A flash, and then he saw Dad and Dean together, in a hotel room. Dean sprawled out on the bed, Dad packing up his suitcase, leaving the sleeping Dean alone. Another flash to darkness, and two creepy yellow eyes gazing at him, laughter in the background, a voice mocking him. "You'll never find him. You'll never be safe…I know where you are, and I'm coming for you."