Broken Dreams

by soullesscalligraphy

Kaylee McGrath is a psychic. She never thought she'd end up in the world of hunting with two supernatural hunters named Sam and Dean Winchester no thanks to her premonition. Nor did she ever thought she'd fall head first in love with one of them either. Little does she know that Lucifer would want her just where he wants her. (Sam/OC/Lucifer)

3. Chapter 3:Everybody Loves A Clown Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Just writing for fun.

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Chapter 3: Everybody Loves A Clown Part 1

One Week Later.

It's been a week since I left the hospital and headed for the road of a journey slightly unknown. Dean was outside working on his car. Sam finally agreed that I could practice shooting. The first thing he taught me was that they shot ghosts and spirits with rock salt. And then iron can repel them.

It's kind of crazy to me that I'm here now when I should have been dead. I still couldn't wrap my head around it. But here I was, learning how to hunt evil supernatural beings. My psyche always knew there was something out there. I used to be scared, but now I know for sure, it's kind of comfortable. It helped that there were other hunters out there hunting these things so that innocent lives could live their daily lifestyles like I used to.

And now here I was, out here with Sam, shooting my own gun that Bobby lent me with one of his spares. We were practicing. He was reading his father's journal and checking out old cell phones while I preceded to shoot my primary targets which were old crinkles of cans on a fence. I missed three until I finally hit the last one. "Yes!" I chimed in happily.

Sam looked up and nodded approvingly. "Not bad. We'll get you out on the road soon enough."

"Thank you, Sam. I appreciate you taking on the lead of helping me….trying to fit in I guess," I smiled bashfully.

"No problem. Dean will come around. He's just…."

"Going through the motions?" I asked, putting my gun back on safety and placing it in the back pocket of my jeans.

"Yeah, he's taking it pretty hard," Sam said. "Hey come here. Listen to this."

I walked over to him as he held the cell phone out by his ear. I leaned in close.

"John, it's Ellen. All right look, don't be stubborn; you know I can help you. Call me."

"The message is four months old," Sam said. "I think this Ellen girl might be able to help us."

"I'm game. Think Dean will be?"

"Not sure. I'll….go talk to him."

"Okay, I'm gunna make some lunch," I said.

"Sounds good," Sam smiled and then headed back over to where Dean was, working on the impala.

~*SPN*~