A/N: hey ya'll! I am so so so so so so so so so sorry that this is the first update in like forever!! I've had some writer's block and trouble with ideas n things :(
BUT I'm doin pretty good now so I hope that I'll be on a roll with writin this puppy and start doing updates more often :D

alrighty, I wanna give a BIG shout out to my amazingly awesome beta capjack54 who helped me with ideas and got me writing again! thank you! :D

okie dokie! without further ado, here is chapta ten! :D enjoy!

I was running. I was really running, very fast and very determined. Normally when I dream like this, I'm running away from something. This time it seemed different. This rage filled me all the way from the tips of my fly away hairs to the bottom of my tired feet. I was so angry that if anything – or even anyone, for that matter – got in my way, they would be going down, no questions asked. I was a bit surprised by my mannerisms. They seemed very…not like me. Although, then again, I was dreaming; weird things happen in dreams.

That was also something that almost worried me. I was dreaming and knew I was. This narration (so to speak) was running through my determined, angered mind. The only thing that I kept thinking besides my anger was one sentence. It played itself over and over again, like I was trying not to forget it, to remind myself of why I was running.

"I'm gonna kill him," the voice in my head screamed. It was filled with so much hate that it didn't even sound like me. "I'm gonna kill him," the voice repeated, sounding even more furious, if that was even possible.

I was now running down a sidewalk past a ton of store windows. Suddenly, I stopped and turned to face my reflection in an appliance store window. I stared back at coal black eyes and a set jaw. A smirk came across the face in the reflection and it scared me. It was a smile that along with anger held something worthy of a mental institute. My head tilted up with a hint of cockiness, and my eyes narrowed. An actual chuckle came from the reflection and I noticed that it was much deeper than my voice would ever normally be. My hunter instincts knew what this would look like from another person's view. The voice said one last thing before a full-blown smile lit my face. "Robbie's gonna die tonight."

I woke up with a gasp, sweating. Looking around through squinting eyes, I saw I was still in the Impala. My headache was now just a very dull pounding, but the light coming through the windows still made it throb. I sat up as best as I could in the backseat. While rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I noticed a slight movement outside the car window; my eyes shot up to see Dean and Sam outside the back passenger door, hunched over, looking through the window at me. Dean had his hand hovering just above the roof of the car as if he were going to smack it to wake me up, but stopped when he saw I was already awake. The same hand moved in front of the window and formed a wave in my direction.

"Mornin'," I heard the muffled voice say, while he looked a little confused.

I wanted to reply but had the feeling that if I tried to talk, my head would start hurting again and I really didn't want that. So I just settled with closed eyes, raised eyebrows and an upward nod of the head. He was smart; I figured he'd get the idea. I finally woke myself up enough to respond when I heard the passenger door open. I looked up and saw Sam getting in the car and Dean making his way around to the driver's door.

"We're leaving already?" I asked as I took my feet out of the seat after noticing the quick annoyed glance at them from Dean.

"Yeah," Sam said. "We were in there for a good hour or so after you left."

"Yeah, what the hell was that about?" Dean interjected.

I blinked a few times and ran a hand across my face, still dazed from the dream. "I'm not sure," I said. "Honestly, I don't know," I said after seeing the disbelieving looks on their faces. "One minute I was sitting there, listening to you talk about some Randy guy and the next, I get this blinding headache. I mean, I've never really had migraines before or anything but this was bad. I mean, I could barely see to walk and I felt like I was gonna get sick," I explained hoping they would understand. "I wasn't to the Impala yet, Dean," I added after seeing his horrified look when I said 'sick' and his quick 'supposed-to-be unnoticed' inventory of his precious car. "Besides, I didn't even get the chance to throw up in your car."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked intrigued while Dean looked relieved.

"Well, that's what's kinda weird about it. It came on so strong and so fast and vanished just as quickly…right after I passed up that fence," I said pointing to the annoyingly cute white picket fence.

The boys exchanged confused and thoughtful looks before turning back to me.

"Ya know, it could just be allergies or somethin'," I offered.

They both shot me an 'Are you serious' look. I put my hands up as if to surrender. "Hey! Just shootin' out ideas here!"

"Ever had allergies like that before?" Sam asked.

"No...I actually don't even really have allergies as far as I know," I said shyly.

"Then why'd you suggest it?" Dean asked, not rudely but in a way that said 'I actually want to know'.

All I could do in response was just shrug. He looked back at Sam, gave a shrug of his own, started the Impala and we finally headed down the road.

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After what seemed like forever and a day, we finally made it back to the motel. As soon as I stepped into the room, I headed straight for my bed and plopped face first onto the mattress.

"Hey. Don't get too comfy there. We're leaving in a few hours," Dean said, sounding distracted.

"Leaving?" I said looking back and forth between the boys. "To where?"

"We're headin' out to Bobby's. He's gonna help us with research. Gotta figure out why this Randy guy is stickin' around."

"So it's Randy," I said thoughtfully. "Now, wait. Who's Randy again?"

Dean gave me an impatient look. "The chick's dead boyfriend. Did you pay attention at all in there?"

"No…she was too busy studying photography," Sam interjected with a laugh.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up!" I said, playfully throwing the nearest soft thing I could find at him, which I think was one of my socks.

I laughed for a few seconds before what Dean said really hit me. I gasped and scared both of the boys.

"So, we're really going to Bobby's?! You mean I finally get to see him?!" I said excitedly, almost bouncing on the bed.

Dean chuckled. "Wow…and here I thought you'd be a little more excited," he said sarcastically. I saw the other sock of the pair that I threw at Sam and thought about throwing it at Dean, but I was too excited to care that he was making fun of me. I was finally going to see Bobby again and I couldn't wait.

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.lizzy.