A/N: Just so you guys know, my posts will be slowing down a little; I am starting another fanfiction story it will be a Twilight X Supernatural cross over. No worries no sparkly vampires. Thanks for the reviews and follows.

Sam looked over at his brother, who just stood there not really knowing what just happened and a little hurt that she ran away from him. Sam shook his head and walked inside and found her inside her room with the door partially open.

I heard a slight knock on the door; I stopped glaring out the window and my partial self-loathing. I had never lost control of my powers like that, not since I was a small child. I turned to look at the door, there stood Sam in the flesh, and I wondered if he was going to start lecturing me about what just had transpired.

"Yes Sam can I help you" I asked, I tried to hide every emotion, every hint of it for it showed weakness and I can't have that.

"I was just wondering if you were okay" he asked me, which surprised me and I knew it showed on my face as well. He walked farther into my room and dared himself to sit on the edge of the bed.

"I am fine Sam, could be better, I could know my brother is safe and that the yellow eyed demon's head was on a spike but other than that I am fine" I smiled in the best way I could.

"Can I ask you a question that does not relate to you or my brother?"

"Well that was one so no" I chuckled I could see he was being serious so I wiped the grin from my face, "What is it Sam?" I asked more sincere.

"You and your brother, you say you guys have had your powers since birth does it get easier?" he asked me I could see where psychic boy was going with this.

"Vision don't get easier Sam, the burning, the headaches, the stomach cramps it all is unfortunately part of it. You do end up building a tolerance to it but it never goes away" I told him empathetically.

He sighed it was not the answer he was hoping for, "Look I heard from Bobby about the boy Max you tried to save" I lightly placed my hand on his shoulder, "You are not a monster, you are Sam Winchester, you will become whatever you desire." He looked at me with this odd expression so I continued, "I could use my powers to rob banks or get whatever I want, I could use it for all sorts of evil but I don't and there is a reason for it. I semi pretend to be a good person, but you know what they say the road to hell was paved with good intentions" I knew he was searching for answers and I wish I could give them all to him but I couldn't we were two different types of special.

"Listen hear Mr. Winchester, this freak of a demon stole my brother and god knows what he is trying to do to him I will not let him hurt you as well" I took my hand off his shoulder realizing I heard someone by the door. "Now if you don't mind I am going to be a little weirdo and dig through the kitchen for some food and then we are going to make a game plan on what to do next" I stood up and walked out of the room in the corner of my eye I saw Dean trying to hid himself from my line of vision.

While I was making dinner, Sam came bolting into the kitchen, Bobby and Dean were chit chatting, we all stopped what we were doing and just stared at him. "What?" I asked seeing the excitement yet almost fearful look on his face.

"I was going through dad's belongings I found one of his old phones I cracked the voicemail finally, Bobby do you know someone named Ellen? She left a voicemail for dad, telling him to stop being stubborn she can help," he said a little confused, "But she left no address"

Bobby smiled, "Ellen Harvelle almost every hunter has met her one way or another she owns a bar in Medford Wisconsin"

"Well looks like we have our next destination" I smiled, knowing this would help take their minds of the fact that they were still grieving about their father. They seemed to be really bad at the grieving part, so I was defiantly looking forward to us going.

After dinner we packed our things and piled into the car, I could hear the pups breathing and it made me slightly nervous, hoping that the boys wouldn't hear it. Luckily to Dean's nature he cranked his music so loud that Sam could not try and converse with him, which of course was loud enough so they could not hear the panting.

Within a few hours we arrived to the dusty saloon that looked 100% abandoned, as we all got out of the car I looked back and whispered softly, "stay."

We cased the place it seemed there was no sign of anyone being there and the door was looked, Sam handed Dean the case, Dean swiftly pick locked the door and we were inside. We started to take a look around and noticed a man passed out on the pool table.

"Annabelle stay here with the drunk guy we are going to continue to look around" Dean said as him and Sam walked into the kitchen area. I nodded and stood facing the kitchen looking over at the guy passed out and then decided to start admiring all the liquor that was still here behind the bar. I started to take my gloves off.

I felt the barrel of a rifle press against my back, I didn't bother moving but I could feel my anger rising inside of me. "If I were you I would really stop pointing that at me" I demanded.

"I really don't think you have much say in the matter" it was a younger girl I could tell by her voice, I turned around and ripped the gun out of her hands. I threw the gun and placed my still gloved hand on her wrist.

"I told you to stop it," I growled, she started to resist and muttered something under her breath, since I was so tense from everything that was going. I grabbed her throat with my other none gloved hand and lifted her off the ground.

"I just don't think you have any more authority in this situation, pretty little lady" I smirked almost devilish.

The man had gotten off the pool table and rushed to our sides, "hey now ladies there is no reason to fight over me, there is plenty to go around" he smirked.

I looked over in disgust, "oh shut up" I grumbled and turned my attention back to the girl, "you really should be careful who you point a gun at."

I heard the door to the kitchen open, "Annabelle put her down, we uhm have more company" Dean hinted to me.

Looking over my shoulder not afraid that she would struggle for I had her under my power, I saw a woman holding a revolver to Dean's back. "You Winchester boys are really bad at searching a place aren't you?" I retorted.

The woman looked at Sam and Dean, "Winchesters? You wouldn't happen to be John Winchester's boys would you?" she asked them both nodded at her, which made her lower her gun.

All four looked at me as I lowered the girl back to the ground and released my grip on her throat. She gasped for air and gave me a death glare, I ignored her.