"Dean?" Sam's voice came through the haze of fear and anger, for Joce, and for Sam as well.

Dean looked up and the saw the anguish, the self-hatred in his eyes, he couldn't stand to see Sam or Joce this way.

"Sam…" he started but he could already feel the limp in his throat.

"Is she okay? Will she be okay?"

"She's fine, they said…. The injuries weren't critical, nor permanently damaging, they were superficial." Dean choked on the word, superficial.

"This is all my fault." Pain filled every word.

"No! This is not your fault!" Dean almost yelled. "This is a demon's fault, it hurt her, and it hurt you."

"Dean…"

"No, Sam."

A/N: Some of you said that you wanted to know a little bit about the past. Here's a little background.

9 Months ago

Something was wrong, she could feel it in the air, electricity crackled and thunder rolled, wet raindrops stung her hot skin, Jocelyn could sense that Megan was in danger.

"Megan!" she called, no answer. "Megan! Where are you?!"

Her fear and worry grew with every step into the dense woods behind the newest victim of the Yellow Eyed Demon, it was almost time and Megan was no where in sight. Jocelyn looked at the watch on her wrist, it read 2:58. 3:00 a.m. it would attack and they would have their chance to kill it, once and for all.

Twenty-Five years ago had been their first experience with the Yellow Eyed Demon, neither remembered that night, mostly because they had both been infants, twin infants, that was also the night their parents had died. Rage still boiled under the surface when she thought about it, she tamped down the feeling and concentrated on finding Megan.

Flickers of images passed behind her eyes, Jocelyn closed her eyes and concentrated, she saw two people, their bodies and faces were blurred and distorted but Jocelyn could tell that one was Megan and she was afraid. A message came through, clear to Jocelyn.

'She's mine.'

Jocelyn fought down the fear that threatened to swallow her, Jocelyn ran into the woods, following the message and image.

"Megan!" She cried, tears began to course down her cheeks. "Megan!"

She ran as fast as she could into the woods, avoiding low slung branches and rocks that littered the path, fear blossomed in her chest, her lungs burned and her muscles ached but she didn't stop running until she ran directly into a very tall, lanky object that immediately closed its arms around her.

"No! Let me go!" She fought the figure. "I have to find Megan! Megan!"

"What the hell?" the figure spoke.

"Let me go! Let me go!" she yelled.

"Sam? What's going on?"

"Someone just ran into me."

"Megan!"

"She's looking for someone."

"No, couldn't tell." The other said sarcastically. "What's your name?" he said, addressing her.

"Jocelyn! Please, you need to help me find my sister."

"Where is she?"

"Somewhere in these woods, with a…." she stopped talking and continued struggling.

"With a what?" the first man said.

"Just let me go!"

"She's with a what?"

"A Demon!" she yelled

The arms that held her released and she dashed off into the woods, she could hear the men behind her, running to catch up… or to follow.

"Wait!" One of the men called. "Jocelyn!"

She didn't slow down, kept running until she reached an open field, no one was in sight, she turned around and looked at the men following her.

"She was here! I can feel it!"

"Megan?" one of them said.

"Yes!" She yelled and looked at them. "Why did you follow me?"

"Demon." The shorter one said simply.

"I have no time to explain." She said and tried to get past them back into the woods.

This time the shorter one caught her and lifted her several inches off the ground.

"Wait up!" he said and put her feet back on the ground but not removing his hands. "You don't have to explain, we already know."

"You do?" he said

"Demon hunters."

Jocelyn looked at them and blinked. "I have no time for this! We have to find Megan!"

"Wait!" the taller one yelled. "Name's Sam, we have 1 minute to get back to the house and save whoever may be in that house. This is my brother Dean. After we finish with that then we will find your sister."

"No! We have to find her now! She's one of the psychics!"

"House first." The man named Dean said and dragged her back to the house, moving as fast as possible.

Jocelyn stopped fighting and eventually ran on her own towards the house, a short period passed as they broke through the trees and ran to the house. Dean slammed on the back door, no answer, he slammed again and yelled, no answer, all three backed up and watched as Dean and Sam slammed their bodies against the door, it broke after a second try and the door crashed to the floor inside the house. A few seconds of eerie silence passed inside the house before Jocelyn could gain her wits and go inside, inside the house was quiet and calm but Jocelyn knew what was going on. She could feel the demon upstairs, moving around, she could sense the fear of someone upstairs, none of them wished to waste any more time, Jocelyn dashed up the stairs first taking them two at a time.

"Is anyone here?" Dean called behind her.

Jocelyn didn't wait to catch her breathe but burst into the second room on the left, a black shadowy figure stood over a tall white crib, he didn't seem to be hurting the child or touching the child, merely watching it.

"Jocelyn." The figure said.

"Where's Megan?" she demanded.

"No worries, she's safe."

"Tell me where she is!"

The figure hadn't turned around to look at her but continued to show her its back.

"Don't hurt them." Jocelyn's voice wavered as she realized that there was more than one child in the crib.

"They're just like you and Megan, twins."

Jocelyn stepped forward and reached out, Sam and Dean crammed in the doorway, a droplet of blood splattered on her hand, confused Jocelyn looked up and screamed. A woman was pasted on the ceiling, her mouth was open, her eyes blank in death, a long gash bisected her waist, blood dripped from the wound. Fire raged out from where the body lay on the ceiling, enveloping the room in heat and fire, Jocelyn looked by to the demon had once stood, he had disappeared yet again.

Two baby's cries slashed through her anger, fear, grief and confusion, but Jocelyn couldn't move, she was paralyzed for a moment, someone was trying to make a psychic connection, to send her a message.

'She's mine.' The voice in her head said again.

TBC

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