"Before Dad died, He-He told me something. Something about you." Dean began.
"What?" Sam asked him. "Dean, what did he tell you?"
"He said that he...wanted me to watch out for you...take care of you." Dean continued.
"He told you that a million times." Sam scoffed.
"Well, this time was different. He said that I had to...save you." Dean went on.
"Save me from what?" Sam wondered.
"He just said that I had to save you and nothing else mattered and that if I couldn't, I'd..." Dean had a hard time saying it.
"You'd what, Dean?" Sam asked him.
"I'd have to kill you." Dean admitted. "He said that I might have to kill you, Sammy."
"Kill me?" Sam questioned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know." Dean murmured.
"I mean, he must have had some reason for saying it." Sam spat. "Did he know the demon's plans for me? Am I supposed to go Dark side or something?! What else did he say, Dean?!"
"Nothing that's it, I swear." Dean mumbled.
"How could you not have told me this?" Sam cried.
"Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to." Dean stated.
"Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me!" Sam yelled as he pointed a finger at Dean.
"You think I wanted this? Huh? I wish to God he'd never opened his mouth. Then I wouldn't have to walk around with this screaming in my head all day!" Dean yelled as they both turned away from each other with hurt and furious looks on their faces. You wanted to try and defuse the situation, but it felt like a ticking time bomb.
"We each got to figure out what's going on, then-what the hell all this means." Sam decided.
"We do?" Dean asked. "I've been thinking about this. I think we should lay low, you know. At least for a while-It would be safer. And that way, I could make sure..."
"What?" Sam shouted. "That I don't turn evil? That I don't turn into some kind of killer?"
"I never said that." Dean growled.
"Jeez, if you're not careful, you will have to waste men one day, Dean." Sam warned Dean.
"I never said that!" Dean yelled. "D*mn it, guys, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right, some demon virus wanted to infect you, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And you're pissed at me, and I get it. That's fine. I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?"
"Forget it." Sam spat.
"Sam, please, man." Dean begged. "Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here. Please, please."
"Yes, Dean was a huge jerk for not telling you about that, but this isn't the time to be fighting each other. Yellow-eyes is putting his plans in motion real fast he probably wants us to be at odds each other. But this is the time where we need to stick together figure out what he is planning and stop it." You intervened trying to reason with Sam. Sam agreed a little too quickly for your liking, but you let it go.
You three drove for a little while before finding a motel and resting for the night. You had a really bad feeling nagging at you, and you remembered what John asked you, about saving Sam if Dean wasn't there. So while Sam and Dean were asleep you snuck outside and hid by the Impala hoping you were right about Sam trying to sneak out. You quietly sneezed and shivered a bit. Of all the nights it had to rain, you grumbled in your head. Suddenly you heard footsteps and you saw Sam walking past the Impala with a backpack over his shoulder. You watched him walk over to the car next to your guys and pick the car door's lock as he was about to get in you popped out of your hiding spot.
"Ah! Y/N, what are you doing out here in the rain? You're soaked!" Sam cried as he stared at you.
"I should be asking you the same thing." You grumbled as you walked over to him.
"Well, I-" Sam began.
"I know you want to go after the demon, you need a break from Dean, but I am not letting you go alone." You explained.
"I just need some time, to think about things on my own." Sam stated.
"If you don't let me go with you I'll start screaming for Dean." You threatened.
"Fine." Sam sighed as you two got in the car together and drove off.
You and Sam decided to stop by the Roadhouse to see if Ash could find anymore psychic kids like Sam. As you two walked in you got wary glances from some of the hunters in the bar. "Sam, Y/N." Ellen smiled as she was cleaning glasses.
"Hey, Ellen." Sam sighed.
"Hiya." You smiled and waved at her.
"You don't seem that surprised to see us." Sam noticed.
"I'm surprised to see Y/N, but not you, your brother's been calling worried sick looking for you." Ellen shared.
"Yeah. I figured he might." Sam nodded.
"What's going on between you three?" Ellen asked.
"Hey I'm just here babysitting." You shrugged as Sam gave you a slight look.
"So, um...how's Jo?" Sam asked trying to change the subject.
"Well, I don't really know." Ellen replied.
"What do you mean?" You questioned.
"I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again." Ellen explained.
"Well, what happened?" Sam asked as he leaned on the counter.
"Well, after she worked that job with you three, she decided she wanted to keep on hunting. I said, "not under my roof," and she said "fine." Ellen shared.
"So we're probably the last people you want to see right now." Sam sighed.
"Oh, don't get me wrong." Ellen chuckled. "I wish I could blame the hell out of you kids. It would be easier. The truth is, it's not your fault. Sam, none of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy a long time ago...for what happened to my bill. I just don't think he ever forgave himself."
"What did happen?" Sam wondered.
"Um, so, why you come here, sweeties?" Ellen asked you two, changing the subject.
"We need help." You told her. Ellen called Ash out of his room to talk to you and Sam.
"So, what am I looking for, Sam." Ash asked Sam.
"Other people, other...psychics like me. As many as possible, and we need a nationwide search." Sam explained.
"But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you did." Ellen pointed out.
"Well...no, but some had to. That would be a good place to start." You added. You and Sam just hung out at the bar having a few drinks while you waited for Ash to work his magic.
"Done...and done." Ash spoke as he strutted out of his room all proud as he handed Sam a piece of paper.
"That was fast." Sam remarked.
"Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance." Ash joked as he leaned against the counter.
"Just tell us what you got, Ash." Ellen sighed.
"Four folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang." Ash shared.
"Four? That's it?" Sam questioned.
"Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and another name-Scott Carey." Ash explained.
"What? You got an address?" Sam asked as he looked at the paper Ash gave him.
"Kind of. The Arbor Hills cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot four hundred and eighty-six." Ash revealed.
"So he's dead?" You asked Ash.
"Killed about a month ago." Ash told you.
"Killed how?" Sam questioned.
"Stabbed. Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much-no suspects." Ash shrugged.
"All right. Thank you." Sam nodded as you two got up to leave the bar and figure out what to do next.
"Where are you going?" Ellen asked you and Sam.
"Indiana." Sam stated.
"Sam, I got to call Dean." Ellen warned him. "I've got to let him know where you are."
"Ellen, I'm trying to find answers about who I am, and my brother means well, but he can't protect me from that. Please." Sam begged Ellen. Ellen nodded and sighed.
Then you and Sam went to Lafayette, Indiana to investigate Scott's death."You said you went to high school with Scott?" Mr. Carey, Scott's father asked Sam.
"Uh, yes, sir, I did." Sam nodded. "I just heard about what happened. I'm so sorry."
"Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you knew him." Mr. Carey shared.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked him as he sat on the couch next to Mr. Carey while you sat across from them.
"It started about a year ago with these headaches. Then he got depressed, paranoid-nightmares." Mr. Carey explained.
"Nightmares?" You wondered.
"Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares-what he saw?" Sam asked him.
"No,no, he closed up on me." He shook his head. "I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days."
"You think maybe I could see his room?" Sam wondered.
Mr. Carey let you and Sam into Scott's room to take a look around. It looked like a regular guy's room: messy, but he had a lot of books and trophies from high school."Hey look at these." You called Sam over as you examined some pill bottles, it made sense though Scott was depressed and paranoid. Sam grabbed one and looked closely at the Doctor's name on the label. Then he stuffed one of the bottles in his jacket pocket and you went to look in the closet. You noticed something weird on the closet wall so you pushed the clothes out of the way and saw yellow eyes taped to the wall. It sent shivers down your spine. "Okay that is creepy."
"What?" Sam wondered as he came over to see what you were looking at. "Oh." Sam whispered as you both stared at them for a second.
That night you two returned to your motel room at the Blue Rose. You felt like someone was watching you. "I'm gonna grab a drink from the vending machine real quick." You told Sam. He nodded and walked over to your room. As you stopped at the vending machine you noticed a woman about Sam's age watching him from the shadows. Then you decided to sneak up behind her and find out what she was doing. You quickly grabbed her and held her against the wall. "Why are you watching him?!" You growled.
"Ah, this is not what you think I swear!" She screamed.
"Really?" You questioned.
"I'd tell you why, but you'll think I'm crazy." She cried.
"You'd be surprised." You spoke.
"I've been having visions...visions of him dying." She admitted.
"Did these start when you turned twenty-two?" You asked her.
"Yeah, how did you know?" She asked you.
"Come on let's go." You said as you led her to your guys room to talk to Sam.
"Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane, and I'm not on drugs. Okay, I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me." The woman cried.
"All right, all right, just-just calm okay?" Sam spoke. "What's your name?"
"Ava. Ava Wilson." Ava answered.
"Ava, I'm Sam Winchester, and this is Y/N L/N, all right? Now, you were telling us about these dreams of yours?" Sam asked her.
"Oh, yeah, uh, okay, about a year ago, I started having these, like, headaches, and just...nightmares, I guess. And I really didn't think much of it until I had this one dream where I saw this guy get stabbed in a parking lot." Ava explained.
"When was this?" You asked her.
"Uh, about a month ago. But anyways, a couple of days later...I found this." Ava shared as she showed you and Sam a newspaper clipping of Scott's death. "I saw this guy die days before it happened. I don't know why. I don't know. It's just some reason, my dreams are coming true, and last night, I had another one."
"Okay." Sam nodded.
"About Sam?" You questioned.
"Yeah, I saw him die." Ava nodded.
"How did you find me?" Sam wondered.
"Oh, uh, you had motel stationery, and I googled the motel, and it was real, and so I just thought that I should warn you." Ava went on.
"I don't believe this." Sam mumbled.
"Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob." Ava sighed.
"No, no, no. I mean, you must be one of us." Sam figured.
"Sorry, one of-one of who?" Ava questioned.
"One of the psychics, like me. Look, Ava, I have visions, too, all right? So-so we're connected." Sam explained.
"Okay, so...you're nuts. That's great." Ava laughed.
"No, okay, okay. Okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?" Sam asked her.
"No, my mother lives in palm beach." Ava scoffed.
"So you don't fit the pattern, either." You mumbled.
"Why can't you just leave town, please, before you blow up?" Ava begged Sam.
"No, I can't." Sam shook his head.
"Oh, God. Why not?" Ava cried.
"Because there's something going on here, Ava, with you, with me." Sam stated. "I mean, there are others like us out there, and we're all a part of something, and I've got to figure out what."
"Besides, you didn't see me in your vision, right?" You asked Ava.
"No." She answered.
"Exactly, my just being there will change the course of your vision. I'll make sure Sam doesn't get blown up." You promised her.
"Fine, you know, screw the both of you. Okay, 'cause I'm a secretary from Peoria, and I'm not part of anything. Okay, do you see this? I am getting married in eight weeks. I am supposed to be at home addressing invitations, which I am way behind on, by the way. But instead, I drove out here to save your weirdo as*. But if you just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on planet Earth." Ava rambled as she grabbed her bag to leave.
"Don't you want to know why this is happening?" Sam asked her. "I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? 'Cause if you walk out that door right now, you might never know the truth. We need your help."
The next morning Sam and Ava went to Scott's doctor to get some information on Scott, while you waited at the motel just in case. As they returned to the motel Ava was breathing heavily."You okay?" You asked her.
"AmIokay?" Ava scoffed.
"Yeah." You nodded while Sam looked at what he found at the office.
"I just helped him steal some dead guy's confidential psych files." Ava cried. "I'm awesome!"
"It started a little over a year ago. Migraines at first. Then I found I could do stuff." Scott spoke on the tape.
"What do you mean, "Do stuff"?" Dr. Waxler asked on the tape.
"I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." Scott said.
"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?" Dr. Waxler asked.
"He has plans for me." Scott said.
"What kind of plans?" Dr. Waxler asked.
"He says there's a war coming, and people like me-we're gonna be the soldiers. Everything is about to change." Scott explained.
"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked Sam.
"Yeah, I think he is." Sam mumbled.
"Well, but how can we turn into that?" Ava wondered.
"I don't-" Sam began as he bent down a bullet fired through the glass door and the glass wall behind him. "Get down!" Sam shouted as he shielded Ava under the table.
"The hell?!" You shouted as you dropped and crawled to the door to see who was trying to shoot you guys.
"Oh, my God, what's happening?!" Ava cried. "Oh, my God! Sam, Who's shooting?!" As you peeked past the door you saw Gordon on the roof across the parking lot aiming at you three with a sniper rifle.
"Gordon that as*! I'm gonna kill him!" You growled as a bullet flew past your head into the floor next to you. When the bullets stopped you got up and looked out the window, but Gordon was gone. You ran out the door across the parking lot and up to the roof.
"Y/N, wait!" You heard Sam call as you could hear him and Ava following you.
You got to the roof and walked to the edge where you saw Gordon with the rifle. "Wait, I don't understand. Shouldn't we be talking to the cops?" Ava questioned.
"Trust me, they wouldn't do us much good." Sam stated.
"Besides, we already know who was trying to kill us." You hinted.
"We do?" Sam and Ava asked.
"Yep. Gordon, that freaking b*stard." You growled.
"These are .223 caliber-subsonic rounds. He must have put a suppressor on the rifle." Sam muttered as he examined the bullet casings on the roof. "Gordon must really want us dead."
"Dude, who are you people." Ava cried.
"Oh, we just, uh-" Sam stuttered. "Just watch a lot of "T.J. Hooker." You knew you guys were in over your head if Gordon was out to kill you, so you decided to call Dean. And you figured Ellen would have told him where you were so he would be close by.
"Who are you calling?" Ava asked you.
"A friend." You answered as you waited for Dean to answer. "And don't get mad at me Sam."
"No, I agree with you we definitely need help." Sam nodded his head.
"Hello?" Dean answered.
"Now, don't be mad at me but-" You started to say.
"Y/N, I've been looking for you and Sam." Dean interrupted.
"Yeah, I figured Ellen probably told you where we were at, right?" You asked him.
"Yeah." Dean spoke. "I just got here myself." Something felt off about the way Dean was talking, almost like it sounded forced. "It's a real funky town. You guys ditched me, Y/N."
"I'm really sorry about that Dean." You apologized. "I think I've got a lead, but Sam isn't with me right now he is working on his own lead." Sam and Ava gave you a confused look, but you signaled for them to stay quiet. "You think we could meet somewhere and discuss it? Sam's still pretty mad about what you said so I don't want him to know you're in town yet."
"I'm staying at 5637 Monroe Street." Dean told you. "Why don't you meet me here?"
"Okay, gotcha." You nodded as you hung up the phone.
"What is it?" Sam asked you.
"Dean's in trouble, he gave me the code word. I imagine Gordon probably has a gun to his head right now." You explained.
"Code word?" Ava questioned.
""Funky town?"" Sam asked you.
"Yeah." You nodded. Ava gave you and Sam a look.
"Well, he thought of it. It's kind of a long story." Sam shrugged. "Come on."
You three left the rooftop to figure how to save Dean from Gordon. You and Sam were trying to see Ava off, so she wouldn't get involved with your hot mess."I don't think I should leave." Ava disagreed.
"We want you out of harm's way, Ava." Sam voiced.
"What about you two?" She asked.
"Harm's way doesn't really bother us." Sam mumbled.
"Yeah, we're kind of used to it by now." You commented.
"No, but you are walking right into my vision. I mean, this is how you die." Ava cried.
"I'll be right there with Sam, so your vision won't come true." You tried to reassure Ava.
"Besides, it's my brother." Sam stated.
"Maybe I can help." Ava offered.
"You've done more than enough, thanks to you we know what to watch out for." You smiled at her.
"Just-just go back to your fiance." Sam told her.
"Are you sure?" Ava asked, as Sam nudged her towards her car.
"Yes, we're sure. Go home, Ava." Sam spoke. "You'll be safe there."
"Well, just...promise me you'll call, then." Ava asked as she got in her car. "When you get your brother, just let me know that everything's all right."
"I promise." Sam smiled at her.
That night you and Sam went to the address that Dean gave you. It was a beat-up old cabin that looked like it could fall apart at any second. You and Sam peeked inside to see Dean tied to a chair with his mouth bound and Gordon watching the front door, and from what Ava told you there was a tripwire with a grenade attached to it that was supposed to kill Sam. You two snuck around to the back door as you stared up at the roof. Sam gave you a confused look as you started to take your shoes off. You motioned for him to shush and pointed to him, you, then the roof hoping he would figure out your idea. Sam nodded as he lifted you up onto the roof, thankfully it was a single-story cabin so with Sam's help you could get up there. You took your shoes off before hand to not make any unnecessary noise. You slowly crawled along the roof until you saw a few holes in the ceiling. You peeked in to see Dean and Gordon."You hear him? Here he comes." Gordon spoke. Then you heard the first explosion shake the cabin. Dean started to grunt and panic in his chair as he screamed through the cloth covering his mouth. "Hold on. Not yet. Let's wait and see." Then a second explosion went off even bigger than the first one, but you knew everything was going according to yours and Sam's plan. The cabin shook so hard you almost fell through the ceiling, but you steadied yourself. Dean started gasping and crying, thinking Sam was dead as he glared up at Gordon. "Sorry, Dean." Gordon stated as he walked into the other room and Dean started shaking his chair. While Gordon was distracted you jumped down next to Dean as quiet as you could. He looked at you in surprise, you motioned for him to keep quiet and gave him a thumbs up that everything was okay.
"Drop the gun." You heard Sam order Gordon in the other room.
"You shouldn't take your shoes off around here." Gordon warned Sam. "You might get Tetanus."
"Put it down now!" Sam yelled. You left Dean tied up for the time being and snuck near the opening the explosions made and waited for your cue. You heard Gordon put his rifle on the ground.
"You wouldn't shoot me, would you, Sammy? 'Cause your brother-he thinks you're some kind of saint." Gordon mocked Sam.
"Yeah. Well, I wouldn't be so sure." Sam growled.
"See, that's what I said." Gordon nodded as he grabbed Sam's arm and twisted the pistol out of Sam's hand and kneed him in the stomach causing Sam to fall to his knees. You wanted to jump in and help, but it wasn't your turn yet. Gordon punched Sam repeatedly as Sam fell through the wall behind him. "You're no better than the filthy things you hunt." Gordon spat as he tried to stab Sam. You were about to step in when Sam was able to fight Gordon off. Sam got on top of him and punched him back. Then Sam grabbed Gordon's rifle and aimed it at him. "Do it. Do it! Show your brother the kill you really are, Sammy."
"He won't, but I will." You growled as you walked in and shot Gordon in the ankle. He screamed out in pain until Sam hit him with the butt of the rifle knocking him out.
"It's Sam."Sam spat at Gordon. Sam took a few breaths as he looked over at you."That wasn't part of the plan." He pointed out.
"No, but it felt real good." You mumbled as you and Sam went to untie Dean. As soon as Dean was untied he up and pulled both you and Sam into a hug.
"Son of a b*tch." Dean growled as he started to go over to Gordon.
"Dean, no." Sam cried.
"I let him live once. I'm not making the same mistake twice." Dean spat.
"Trust us on this, as much as I'd like to see that as*-hole dead. He'll be taken care of." You hinted.
"Come on." Sam sighed as he grabbed Dean and you three walked out of the cabin. As you reached the gravel road Gordon came out of the cabin and started firing relentlessly at you three. You guys duck and ran as fast as you could.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow." You cried as you ran across the gravel in just your socks.
"You call this taken care of?" Dean yelled as you three jumped into a ditch in the trees. "What the hell are we doing?" Dean asked as he pushed you closer into the dirt to keep you away from any stray bullets.
"Just trust us on this." Sam tried to reassure Dean. Suddenly you guys saw a bunch of cop cars surround Gordon and aim their guns at him.
"Drop your weapons! Get down on your knees!" You heard the cops shout. You three smiled like kids in a candy shop as Gordon was forced onto his knees and cuffed. Then you watched as the cops inspected Gordon's car to find a huge stash of guns hidden away.
"Anonymous tip, he, he, he." You laughed.
"You two, are fine, upstanding citizens." Dean chuckled as you three smiled at each other.
You and Sam chilled in the Impala while Dean chewed Ellen out about what happened. The windows were down so you heard everything he said. "And he also killed all three of us 'cause somebody over there can't keep their frickin' mouth shut. Who else knows about Sam, huh? Well, you must have been talking to somebody. Gordon said he had Roadhouse connections, Ellen." After Dean finished his call with Ellen you three got back on the road.
"Hey, Ava, it's Sam...again." Sam spoke into his phone as he left another message for Ava. "Um...call me when you get this. Just want to make sure you got home okay. All right, bye."
"Everything all right?" Dean asked Sam.
"Yeah, I hope so." Sam sighed.
"Well, Gordon should be reaching for the soap for the next few years at least." Dean quipped.
"Yeah,if they can pin Scott Carey's murder on him...and if he doesn't bust out." Sam sighed.
"Dude, you know you were trying to protect Sam, but if either of you take off like that again..." Dean began.
"What?" Sam questioned."You'd kill us?"
"That's so not funny." Dean grumbled. You and Sam laughed.
"All right. So, where to next, then?" Sam asked.
"One word-Amsterdam." Dean smiled.
"Dean." Sam scoffed.
"Come on, Man, I hear the coffee shops don't even serve coffee." Dean shared.
"I'm not gonna just ditch the job." Sam argued.
"We don't have to, but who says we can't enjoy ourselves every once in a while." You commented. "Besides all work and no play makes Sammy a very dull boy."
"Exactly, we take in a few sights and if we find a few hunts along the way even better." Dean smiled. "Screw the job. Screw it, man. I'm sick of the job anyway. I mean, we don't get paid. We don't get thanked. The only thing we get is bad luck."
"Well, come on, dude you're a Hunter." Sam pointed out. "I mean, it's what you were meant to do."
"I wasn't meant to do anything. I don't believe in that destiny crap." Dean grumbled.
"You mean you don't believe inmydestiny?" Sam questioned.
"Whatever." Dean shrugged.
"Sam, you are the only person who decides what kind of person you are and what kind of life you live." You added.
"Look, guys, I've tried running before. I mean, I ran all the way to California, and look what happened. You can't run from this, and you can't protect me." Sam argued.
"We can try." Dean stated as you nodded in agreement.
"Thanks for that." Sam smiled. "Look, guys, I'm gonna keep hunting. I mean, whatever's coming, I'm taking it head on, so if you really want to watch my back, then I guess you're gonna have to stick around."
"B*tch." Dean smiled.
"Jerk." Sam smiled.
"Idiots." You smiled as you three chuckled. "You calling Ava again?" You asked Sam as he pulled his phone back out.
"What, you sweet on her or something?" Dean teased Sam.
"She's engaged, Dean." Sam muttered.
"So?" Dean shrugged. "What's the point in saving the world, you can't get a little nookie once in a while?"
"What?" You wondered as Sam looked at his phone.
"Just a feeling." Sam sighed. "How far is it to Peoria?"
You guys got to Ava's house pretty quickly and saw her car in the driveway after breaking in you three searched house, but didn't find Ava or her fiance. "Hello?" Sam called out. "Is anybody home?" As you three stepped into the bedroom you blood everywhere and a man was lying in the bed dead.
"Oh God." You gasped as you covered your mouth.
"Hey." Dean called as he noticed sulfur on the window sill. "Sulfur. The demon's been here." You noticed Sam pick up an engagement ring off the floor.
"Ava." Sam cried.
