A St. Patrick's Day gift to you!!!!!! disclaimer: i own nothing, except Luna :( (i wish i owned Sam;)) enjoy.~kt

I woke up to the sun in my face, just like when I was a kid. I got up and grabbed some clothes from my bag and went into the bathroom. I stripped naked and got in the shower. I was in the middle of showering when I heard the door creak open.

"Good morning Sammy. Sorry for interrupting your shower, but I got to pee," said a voice from outside the shower curtain. I wrapped the curtain around my body and peeked my head out to see who the hell it was. He wasn't kidding when he said he had to pee. I screamed. He screamed. And then I heard Bobby tell a Sam to go see what his brother did, and then a set of footsteps came up the stairs. "What's going on?" Sam asked.

"He walked in on me while I was taking my shower," I said.

"I thought she was you, it's an honest mistake," said Dean defending himself.

"Will everyone just get out so I can continue taking my shower?"

"Yeah sorry," said Sam. Everyone filed out of the bathroom. I leaned against the shower wall. I sighed; this was not going to be fun. For all of the two seconds that I saw them the one that interrupted my shower seems like a jerk, and the other one, Sam I think, I can't tell whether or not he is as well. He seemed nice, maybe.

I felt the cool water running on my skin. I ran my hand over the scar that ran from my hip to my chest. It was my longest and most painful. A ghoul did it. It was hungry. I was sixteen. Uncle John killed it and took me to a hospital before I could die. Right next to that one was the one I hated the most. I hated the story behind it; I hated the bumpiness of it, and most of all the pain it took to get it, both physical and mental.

I quickly finished my shower after that. I got out and threw on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black turtleneck. I towel dried my hair and put a little gel in it so it wouldn't frizz. I then did my normal routine of putting deodorant on and brushing my teeth. There was something about those two boys. They looked so familiar, like I had seen them somewhere before.

I grabbed my dirty clothes and towel and headed for my room. I threw them on the bed and opened the curtains. My head started to hurt, and then I had a vision. It was of two kids playing one a little older than the other. There was the same car that Uncle John drove in the driveway. A man came out of the house, it was Uncle John. He hugged the two boys and got in his car and drove away. I snapped out of it. This was the exact reason why I needed to talk to Bobby alone. They just have been randomly happening.

"Vision?" asked one of the boys standing in the doorway of my room, "Sorry to disturb you but Bobby wants you to come down for breakfast."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, did you say visions?"

"Yeah, I used to get them a lot a couple of years ago."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah, have any interesting ones yet?"

"A few, and also I few I wish I never had. Hey how could you tell?"

"Same. That you were having a vision? You were zoned out, I called your name like five times, and the fact that you looked like your head was going to explode were some key hints."

"Really? But, wait. You used to have visions?"

"Yeah. By the way, name's Sam."

"Luna," I said and shook his hand, "how does breakfast look?"

"Like the way Bobby always cooks it." I grimaced. Bobby cannot cook, at all.

"What did he attempt to make?" I asked as we walked down the stairs.

"Eggs."

"Oh god. The last time he made eggs I was scraping them off the counters, the stove, the kitchen table and stairs. How it got there, I haven't a clue." We laughed at this. His laugh sounded so familiar. Then it hit me, a vision. I've seen them in a lot of visions. I ran out of the kitchen and to my car. I opened the driver side door and dug thru the junk in the car, I didn't see it. I went around to the passenger side door and dug around the junk on the passenger side. Found it! I reached over the consul into the back seat and grabbed my sketchbook.

"Damn, she has a nice ass," said Dean.

"Shut up Dean," said Sam.

"What the hell is she doing?" Bobby asked aloud.

I walked back up the path to the house. Bobby, Sam and the other guy, Dean I think, were all staring at me. Walked through the door and threw my sketch book on the table.

"Explain! Now!" I spat at Bobby, I was still upset with him after he kicked me out even though I still missed him. I didn't think family would do that, I guess I was wrong.

"What?" He asked equally pissed.

"Just look at it!" He picked up my sketchbook and flipped through it. On every page were two boys, the exact same ones that were here with me. Their names, Sam and Dean.

"What is this?"

"I thought you would know, because I have no clue why I am drawing them."

"Where have you seen them before? I mean how do you know what they look like?"

"I guess now is as good time as any to bring up the fact that I have visions, and dreams that can predict the future, and see into the past. Not like you would know about anything I have experienced for the last five years." I yelled.

"What do you want me to say? That I'm sorry that I kicked you out, because I'm not. You were out of control and I couldn't stop you, what was I supposed to do. I thought you might at least try to call me or show up one day half dead." He yelled back.

"Why would you think that? You told me never to talk to you again, never to see you again!"

"When have you ever listened to me? Want to answer that one for me?" It was true I never really listened to him.

"I don't have to deal with this." I turned around and ran out the door into my car. I opened the door and used the spare key that I kept in the glove compartment. I turned the car on, put it in drive and floored it. I knew exactly where I was going. I was going to my field. I knew if Bobby wanted to find me he would know where I am its where I always went. I stayed in the shack next to the field for five days once. That was the week after Bobby kicked me out. That was when I knew that Bobby would never come looking for me and that he would probably never forgive me.

I had been so pissed off that I left my favorite weapons at his house. Today is not my day. The only good thing about today is finally figuring out who the two guys were that I was drawing and finding out that I wasn't the only one having weird visions.

This was the same field where I met both Ruby and Ana. Ruby first, that bitch. She tricked me into thinking that I could be powerful and kill the demon that I had been chasing for years. That worked real well until Bobby kicked me out because he thought I was on drugs and then he found out about Ruby. If I had the chance I would kill her right now. After I had apparently become all powerful she used me to kill her archrival and send me to hell. After six months of hell I was dragged out by Ana, an angel. She helped me start new. I had to repay her by letting her superior use my skin to be on earth. Somehow I escaped and was able to return to my normal self. Well, as normal as I can be.

I got out of my car and climbed the huge oak tree that was in the middle of the field. I tried to build a tree house in it when I was younger but I only got as far as the floor.

I was here less than fifteen minutes when I heard a car enter the field. It was followed by silence and then two car doors opening and then shutting.