"Before Dad died he, he told me something — something about you two." Dean said to us. "What?" Sam asked but he doesn't respond. "Dean, what did he tell you?" I asked. "He said that he wanted me to watch out for you, to take care of you." Dean said. "He told you that a million times." Sam said. "He also wanted me to watch out for (y/n)." Dean added.

"Why?" I asked. "He said that I had to save you two." Dean said. "Save us from what?" Sam asked. "He just said that I had to save you two, that nothing else mattered; and that if I couldn't, I'd..." Dean stops as his jaw sets and he swallows.

"You'd what, Dean?" I asked, curious but also nervous. "That I'd have to kill you two. He said that I might have to kill you guys." Dean said and I felt the air leave my lungs for a moment as my jaw drops and my eyes widen. "Kill us? What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Sam asked him, confused.

"I don't know." Dean said, shrugging. "I mean, he must have had some kind of reason for saying it, right? Did he know the demon's plans for us? Are we supposed to go Darkside or something? What else did he say, Dean?" I asked, frantically. "Nothing, that's it, I swear." Dean said.

"How could you not have told us this?" Sam asked, angrily. "Because it was Dad, and he begged me not to." Dean said and I let out a scoff and place my hands over my face. "Who cares?! Take some responsibility for yourself, Dean! You had no right to keep this from me or from (y/n)!" Sam shouts.

"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 yells and I turn and take a few steps away from them, I hear Sam following behind me.

"(Y/n)?" Sam said and I don't respond immediately. Right now there was so many emotions going through me right now, anger, hurt, shock, fear. I'm just so confused about everything.

I let out a sigh before I speak. "We've just got to figure out what's going on, then, what the hell all this means." I said. "We do? I've been thinking about this, I think we should just lay low. You know? At least for a while. It'd be safer. And that way I can make sure—" Dean started to say and I turn around to face him.

"What? That Sam and I don't turn evil? That we don't turn into some kind of killer?" I yelled. "I never said that." Dean said. "Jeez, if you're not careful you will have to waste me and Sam one day, Dean." I growled. "I never said that! Damnit, guys, this whole thing is spinning out of control. All right? You two are immune to some weirdo demon virus, and I don't even know what the hell anymore. And both of you are pissed at me, I get it. That's fine, I deserve it. But we lay low until we figure out our next move, okay?" Dean said.

"Forget it." Sam said. "Sam, please, man. Hey, please. Just give me some time. Give me some time to think, okay? I'm begging you here, please. Please." Dean pleads and Sam looks over at me and I shrug at him before we nod, reluctantly, at Dean.

That night, Sam and I pack up our stuff and leave the motel room, a bag over our shoulders. I hate leaving Dean behind on his own but...I just can't be around him right now. Hiding that very important information from us, was just wrong. I don't care if John made him promise.

We walk quietly past the Impala to a small black car; Sam opens the door with a coat hanger as I look around. Sam gets the door open and gets in then he unlocks the passenger side doo and I get in. And we began to drive away.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam enters the Roadhouse, and heads turn to look at him. Ellen is behind the bar, and looks up as he approaches. She smiles knowingly. "Sam." She said. "Hey, Ellen." He said as he grins sheepishly. "You don't seem that surprised to see me." He said to her.

"Well, your brother's been calling, worried sick, looking for you and (y/n). By the way, where is she?" Ellen said. "Yeah. Figured he might. Um...(y/n)..I dropped her off at one of her safehouse. She said she needed to clear her mind, haven't seen her since." Sam said.

"What's going on between the three of you?" Ellen asked and Sam bites his lips. It had been a few days since him and (y/n) left Dean at the hotel and just a couple of days since Sam last saw (y/n). She told Sam if he ever got a lead about ol' yellow eyes, she would come help him but for now she needed to get some fresh air and got on her bike and drove away.

Sam pulls out of his thoughts and ignores Ellen's question. "So, um, how's Jo?" He asked her and she nods. "Well, I don't really know." She replied and Sma furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Well, I haven't seen her in weeks. She sends a postcard now and again." Ellen said.

"Well, what happened?" He asked her. "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 replied and Sam looks down in guilt. "So I'm probably the last person you want to see right now." Sam said and Ellen let's out a throaty chuckle.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I wish I could blame the hell out of you boys and (y/n). It'd be easier. Truth is, it's not your fault, Sam. None of it is. I want you to know that I forgave your daddy and (y/n)'s daddy a long time ago for what happened to my Bill. I just don't think they ever forgave themselves. Especially, (father's name). He may have had a rough exterior but he had a big heart." Ellen said.

"What did happen?" Sam asked her and she looks down before clearing her throat. "Um, so, why did you come here, sweetie?" She asked, ignoring his question. "I need help." Sam said.

"What am I looking for, Sam?" Ash asked Sam as he and Ellen sit at the bar. "Other people, other psychics, like me and (y/n). As many as possible, and I need a nationwide search." Sam replied. "But I thought there was no way to track them all down. Not all of them had nursery fires like you and (y/n) did." Ellen said.

"Well, no, but some had to. Start there." Sam said to Ash.

Sometime later, Ash emerges from his back room with a piece of paper in his hand. He gives it a flourish. "Done, and done." He said as Sam looks over at him. "That was fast." Sam said as Ash comes over to him. "Well, apparently, that's my job. Make the monkey dance at the keyboard." Ash said and Ellen rolls her eyes 

"Just tell us what you got, Ash." She said. "Five folks fit the profile nationwide. Born in '83, mother died in a nursery fire, the whole shebang." Ash said. "Five? That's it?" Sam asked. "Sam Winchester from Lawrence, Kansas, (y/n) (l/n) from Eudora, Kansas, Max Miller from Saginaw, Michigan, Andrew Gallagher from Guthrie, Oklahoma, and uh, another name. Scott Carey." Ash said.

"You got an address?" Sam asked. "Kind of. The Arbor Hill Cemetery in Lafayette, Indiana. Plot four-eighty-six." Ash replied. "So he's dead?" Sam asked and Ash nods. "Killed, about a month ago." Ash said. "Killed how?" Sam asked. "Stabbed. Parking lot. Fuzz don't have much, no suspects..." Ash said and Sam nods. "All right. Thank you." He said.

As he gets up to leave, Ash slaps him on the back; when he's out of eyeshot Ash picks up Sam's half-full beer and starts drinking it. 

"Where are you going?" Ellen asked Sam as he pulls out his phone. "Indiana." Sam said. "Sam? I've gotta call Dean, I've gotta let him know where you are." Ellen said. "Ellen. I'm trying to find answers, about who (y/n) and I are. And my brother means well, but he can't protect us from that. Please." Sam said and Ellen nods, reluctantly.

Sam nods back and starts to walk out of the bar and dials a number. "Hey, it's me. How far are you from the Roadhouse?" Sam asked to the person on the other end. He smiles once the person answers. "Well, I think I've got something. Just pick me up at the Roadhouse. Thanks. See ya." Sam said and he hangs up.

Ten minutes later, a roar of a motorcycle sounds out and Sam watches as the motorcycle gets closer and then stops. The driver pulls off their helmet to reveal that it was (y/n). "Well, hey, good-looking! Need a ride?" She teased him. Sam scoffs, playfully, and shakes his head as he walks up to the bike.

"Hey, (y/n)." He said as he gets on behind her. "So where are we going?" (Y/n) asked him. "Lafayette, Indiana." Sam replied as she digs into her bag and pulls out an extra helmet. "Alrighty then. Here you're gonna need this. And hang onto me." She said as she hands the helmet to him. He puts it on as (y/n) puts her helmet back on, Sam places his hand on her waist and they take off.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So you say you two went to high school with Scott?" Mr Carey said to us as we sit in his living room. "Uh, yes sir, we did. We just heard about what happened, we're so sorry." Sam said to him. "Scotty was a good boy. He changed a lot since you two knew him." Mr Carey said.

"What do you mean?" I asked him. "It started about a year ago with these headaches. And then he got depressed, paranoid, nightmares." He explained. "Nightmares?" I said and Sam and I look at each other. "Um, did he ever talk to you about his nightmares? What he saw, or..." Sam started to ask but Mr Carey shakes his head.

"No, no. He closed up with me. I tried to get him help, but nothing took. He'd just lock himself in his room for days." He said. "You think maybe we could see his room?" Sam asked him.

Later, Sam and I enter the room which contain a bare bed with a sleeping bag, some bookshelves covered in books and cassette tapes. On the bedside table, we see several bottles of pills, prescribed by Dr. George Waxler. Then I go and open the closet and shove aside the clothes to reveal a collage of yellow eyes cut out of photos or magazines, glued to the wall. 

"Sam..." I said, nervously, and he comes up next to me and sees the collage. Then the two of us share a look.

That night, we walk across the parking lot of the Blue Rose Motel. As we get to the door, I sensed we're were not alone. I turn and grab the figure behind us, shoving her against the wall. "Who are you?" I asked her, angrily. "Please! You two are in danger." She said to us, frantically.

Inside, we let the girl in as she paces along the floor, talking somewhat frantically. "Okay, look, I know how all this sounds, but I am not insane and I am not on drugs. Okay? I am normal, and this is way, way off the map for me." She said. "All right, all right, just, just calm down. Okay? What's your name?" Sam asked her, calmly.

"Ava." She replied.

"Ava?" Sam and I said.

"Ava Wilson." She said.

"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 said. "Uh, 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 said.

"When was this?" I asked her. "Uh, about a month ago. But, anyway, a couple of days later, I found this." She said then she pulls out a newspaper clipping and hands it to us; it reads LOCAL MAN STABBED TO DEATH IN PARKING LOT next to a picture of Scott Carey. Sam takes the clipping. 

"I saw this guy die, days before it happened. I don't know why, I don't know, it's just for some reason, my dreams are coming true. And last night I had another one." She said to us. "Okay." I said. "About you two. I saw both of you die." Ava said.

"How did you find us?" I asked her. "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 two." Ava said to us. "I don't believe this." Sam said, almost relieved.

"Oh, oh, of course you don't. You think I'm a total nutjob." Ava said, disappointed. "Wait, no, no, no, I mean, you must be one of us." Sam said to her. "Sorry, one of, one of who?" She asked. "One of the Psychics. Like us. Look, Ava, Sam and I have visions too, all right? So we're connected." I said to her and she laughs.

"Okay, so, you two are nuts. That's great." She said. "Okay, okay, look. Did your mother happen to die in a house fire?" Sam asked her. "No, my mother lives in Palm Beach!" She replied and I look over at Sam. "So she doesn't fit the pattern either." I said and he nods while Ava frowns at us in confusion.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean was driving alone when his cell phone rings. He picks up. "Hello?" He answers. "It's Ellen." Ellen said. "Hey, have you heard from Sam or (y/n)?" Dean asked her.

"I've heard from Sam, but he made me promise not to tell you where he is." Ellen said and Dean rolls his eyes. "Come on, Ellen, please. Something bad could be going on here, and I swore I'd look after those two." Dean said, annoyed.

"Now Dean, they say you can't protect your loved ones forever." Ellen said then she sighs. "Well, I say screw that. What else is family for? He's in Lafayette, Indiana." She replied. "And (y/n)?" Dean asked, his heart beating faster. "She's with him. She picked him up on her bike and the two took off." Ellen said. "Thanks." Dean said and he hangs up.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"Why can't you two just leave town? Please? Before both of you blow up?" Ava asked us. "No, we can't." I said to her. "Oh, God. Why not?" She asked us, frustrated. "Because there's something going on here, Ava. With you, with me, with (y/n). I mean, there are others like us out there. And we're all a part of something, and (y/n) and I have got to figure out what." Sam said and she rolls her eyes at us.

"Okay, you know what? Screw you, guys. Okay? Because I'm a secretary from Peoria and I'm not part of anything! Okay? Do you see this?" She exclaims as she fingers her engagement ring. "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 both of your weirdo asses. But if you guys just want to stay here and die, fine. Me? I'm due back on Planet Earth." Ava exclaims.

"Don't you want to know why this is happening? I mean, don't these visions scare the hell out of you? Because if you walk out that door right now you might never know the truth. We need your help." I said to her and she sighs.

After getting Ava to distract Scott's therapist and Sam and I broke in to his office and grabbed Scott's file, we make it back to the hotel and look at the files. Ava looks at it, stunned.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. "Am I okay? I just helped you two steal some dead guy's confidential psych files." Ava said, panicked, then she smiles. "I'm awesome!" She exclaims, excitedly, and I chuckle.

Later, we pull out the voice recorder and play the session. "It started a little over a year ago. Migraines, at first. Then I found I could do...stuff." Scott's voice said. "What do you mean, do stuff?" The doctor asked. "I have this ability. When I touch something, I can electrocute it if I want." Scott replied and the three of us share a worried look.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean pulls into the parking lot in the Impala; when he sees (y/n) through the window of the room, and Sam pacing behind her, he sighs in relief. "Oh, thank God you're okay." Dean whispers as he stares at her. He didn't want to admit it but he not only missed Sam but he missed (y/n) too. Probably more than he should and he starts to think does he care for (y/n) more than just friends?

(Y/n) moves aside, revealing Ava through the window. Dean's brow furrows. "What the hell? Who is that?" He mutters as he looks at this, confused.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"What else does the yellow-eyed man say?" The doctor asked as I lean forward against the table and Sam looks at the recorder, confused. "He has plans for me. He says there's a war coming. That people like me, we're going to be the soldiers. Everything's about to change." Scott said and the recording ends.

"He's not talking about us, right?" Ava asked us. "Yeah, I think he is." Sam said. "But how can we turn into that?" She asked. "I don't--" I started to say when the window behind us shatters. Sam and I dive to the floor with Ava, shielding her body. 

"Get down!" I shouted. "Oh my God! What's happening?" Ava asked as a couple of more gunshots go off then stop. "I don't know." Sam and I shouted.

*3rd Person POV*

As the shooter, Gordon, is about to take another head-shot at Sam, Dean jumps him from behind. "Gordon!" Dean shouts as he kicks Gordon, then pins him down on his back, hitting him over and over again in the face. Dean then grabs him by the collar.

"You do that to my brother or (y/n), I'll kill you!" Dean growls at him. "Dean, wait." Gordon said then he manages to grab the rifle and slam it into Dean twice, knocking him out. He stands over Dean, panting and gushing blood from his lip.