Ch. 3

Sam sat there in silence for a long time. Juliet was worried. Something was wrong. How did he know how old she was? There was no way he could have known that. Juliet's hand trembled as Sam held it and he sighed. "My mother was killed in a fire, when I was a baby. Did… did your father ever tell you what happened that night," he asked quietly. Juliet simply shook her head. Her father refused to talk about that night. "I… I think what killed your mother was the same thing that killed my mother. See, it… it's a demon. I know this sounds crazy Juliet."

"Oh my God," a voice from behind Juliet called. It was Dean's voice so she didn't bother turning. "Sam you're not gonna tell her the truth are you? You're an idiot."

Juliet tried her best to hold back the 'shut the hell up' that was creeping it's way from her brain to her mouth. "Juliet, this demon came after me because I have these abilities. I have these visions. I think, I think it went after you too because of your abilities." He paused for a moment and sat back. "Can… can you see Dean? Is… is he there?"

Juliet was silent, shocked by his question. She didn't know what to say. She wasn't sure if she should tell him the truth or not. She still thought it was crazy. Juliet glanced up and saw Dean standing behind Sam. He just stared at Juliet, seeing the fear in the innocent girl's eyes. Finally after a while he shook his head. "N… no," she said softly. "Just… just shadows." Juliet shivered and Sam helped her up. He led her back inside. Once there she stopped dead and screamed. It hadn't been this bad before. She had been to the hospital before and only seen one or two shadows. Now she could see them, hear them. There were so many of them calling out for help, reaching for her. They pulled at her clothes and screamed. Some of them were obviously dead, lost spirits trapped in this place. Their faces distorted beyond recognition. They tugged at her clothes and she dropped to her knees, trying to push them away. "Get away from me," she shouted. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

Sam dropped to his knees next to her and wrapped his arms around her. "Juliet, Juliet calm down, what's wrong," he asked. Sam waited for an answer but there wasn't one. She just kept pushing him away and seemed to be fighting something. He didn't understand.

"LEAVE ME ALONE," she screamed. Sam looked up as a doctor ran up to them. He pried Juliet from Sam's arms and picked her up. This made Juliet lash out, screaming and kicking. Sam just stared in confusion. Two other large men came up to her and they pulled a gurney over. The three men lifted the screaming girl up and restrained her. Two rolled her off down the hall and Sam just stood in shock. One of the doctors came over to Sam.

"Sir," he said quietly. "Sir can you come with us?"

Sam snapped back to reality and looked down at the doctor. He nodded and followed the short bald man down the hall to the elevator. By now they had sedated Juliet and she was asleep. He looked down at her on the bed and ran his fingers through her hair. Sam followed them out of the elevator and into a small room. They took Juliet into a different room for a CT Scan. The bald doctor from before walked up to Sam and sat him down. "Sir do you know this girl?"

"Yeah, sorta," Sam answered glancing through the window at Juliet. "She umm… she found me and my family after a car accident. She's the only reason we're alive."

"Has she had any outbursts like this before," he asked.

"Umm… not since I met her," Sam lied. He remembered when she fell before, after Dean's heart stopped.

The doctor sighed and shook his head. "All right, why don't you go find your family, stay with them for a while. We're going to get miss…."

"Her name's Juliet," Sam said softly, standing up as the doctor did.

"We're going to put Juliet in a room up here, in the psychiatric ward, but just for now. I want to keep an eye on her. Is there anything unusual about this girl?"

"Everything," Sam said with a faint affectionate smile. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "Ummm, she's blind."

"All right, thank you we'll take that into consideration."

Sam nodded and the others ushered him out of the room. When Juliet woke up later she was laying on a bed. The room was empty and silent. Juliet sat up slowly and looked around, seeing nothing. She saw nothing until she turned all the way to her left and in the corner of the room stood Dean. "Dean," she whispered tiredly.

He smiled at her and walked over to her. "I know why you can see me now," he said simply, with a small smile. "What… what Sam told you. It was true. Our mom… she was killed, by this demon. We've been hunting it all our lives." Dean sighed and sat on the edge of her bed as she sat up and hugged her knees to her chest. She listened to his story like a child would listen to a story at bedtime. "We… we were really close to finding it the other night," he said softly. His throat seemed clogged, as if choking back tears. "That's how we got into the accident."

Juliet sighed and raised her hand. She brushed her hand over her face and was shocked to find that once again she could not only see him but touch him as well. "Dean," she said softly. "Where am I? Did… do… do they think I'm crazy? You saw what I did, didn't you?"

"Sam doesn't think your crazy," Dean said as a way to reassure her. "And yes, I saw them too, but there wasn't much I could do." He sighed and ran his fingers through her long brown hair. Finally, human contact. It was something he missed. As Dean's fingertips grazed her face they trembled a little. Very few women could ever make Dean Winchester tremble. Cassie had been one of them. It scared him a bit that she affected him like that.

"Juliet," she corrected him. She smiled when he moved a little closer and she sat there hugging her knees to her chest. This was so different for her. "You're the only person I've ever been able to see this clearly. I knew what you looked like before though. When I held you there out on that field." She bit her lip and shook a little. Juliet was never one to show weakness but there was something about these boys that made it okay. "Touch is my sight," she said softly. "There was a lot of blood. I… I was so scared. I wanted to let go and run away but I couldn't just leave you there. I couldn't just let you die," she whispered. "I… I was so scared I made something worse with you Dean and I still am. What if… what if I didn't open that door? What if I caused some kind of neck injury and THAT'S WHY YOU'RE LYING IN THAT BED!" She was actually crying now. Juliet was strong, she never cried, or at least she tried her best not to. She let her guard down around the Winchesters and she wasn't sure why. Something about it seemed right to her.

Dean sighed and wrapped his arms around her. She turned so she had her back to him and leaned into his arms. No one could see her; otherwise it would have looked very strange. He sighed and rested his chin on the top of her head. Dean savored this moment but he wasn't sure why. Was it the contact or the girl? He didn't know. This girl was strange to her, she was an enigma. "Jules," he whispered looking down into the girl's normally sightless eyes. "What happened to me is not your fault. It's the fault of the demon that hit us, that was driving that truck. It was not your fault. Jules, Sam, Dad and I would be dead if it weren't for you. This was not your fault."

Juliet sighed and closed her eyes. Dean turned her around and laid her back on the bed so she looked up at him. He looked down into her eyes and smiled. Juliet had never seen a smile before. She'd felt it. Never actually seen it. Dean had a very charming smile. She liked his smile. Part of her wished she could see Sam the way she could see Dean. It seemed unfair. She sighed and closed her eyes for a while. "Dean," she said softly. "Your father said to my dad that he didn't want to cross that line, that he spoke from experience. What did that mean? Did… did you and your dad have a fight?"

Dean simply laughed and shook his head. "Hey," he said sounding offended but his face showed he wasn't. It was that charming cocky smile of his. "What makes you think that I'm the one that got in trouble?"

"Well Dean let's be realistic," she said sitting up with a smile on her face. "You are a tad bit more annoying than your brother. You've got a bad boy quality to you. Sam seems like the good kid," she said with a laugh.

Dean nodded and shook his head. "Yeah I guess in normal families I would have been the outcast huh?" Sure Dean knew that the way his family worked wasn't what one would consider normal. The smart one, the good one, the loyal one. He was the outcast in their family. Dean, the smartass, the 'bad boy' was the 'good son'. "My dad and Sam had a fight because he wanted to go to college."

"Your father told him not to come back?" She nodded slowly. From what Dean had told her about what his family did she understood. "He was scared," she whispered. "Worried about Sam being somewhere where he couldn't protect him, where you couldn't protect him."

Dean smiled and nodded. "Yeah," he said looking away from her. She was amazingly intuitive. It was almost frightening. Dean looked down at her and sighed. There was something strong about this girl but at the same time Dean had this overwhelming compulsion to protect her. "Jules," he whispered, curling up on the bed next to her. Juliet rolled over on her side so her back was to him and he wrapped his arm around her. "No matter what happens, don't let them convince you you're crazy," he whispered in her ear. "You're not, you're special, gifted. My way back," he whispered somewhat distantly. Juliet just lay on her side, leaning against Dean's strong form. Tears fell from her eyes. That voice killed her. It was so broken, so frightened but tried to be so strong at the same time.

"What… what if you don't wake up Dean," Juliet asked softly. "What will happen to Sam? Early when… when we were outside your room and he held me… he wasn't holding him. I was holding him. He was so scared. Every part of him was trembling. He was so scared Dean," she whispered rolling over to face him and leave the darkness behind.

"How would you know what every part of my brother was doing," he said with a smirk. Juliet shook her head and smiled. That was his gift. That smart ass sense of humor of his. That was his gift. That was how he survived, how he dealt with the things around him. Juliet also realized it was how he cut himself off from people. It was how he detached himself so he wouldn't have to feel what other people feel. She wouldn't say anything though. "I'll wake up," he said with amazing resolve. Juliet looked up in his eyes and smiled. "I'll wake up." Dean sighed and sat up. "I should go check on Sam," he said quietly.

"Stay," she whispered quickly. "Just… just till I fall asleep? It helps to know I'm not crazy when you're here," she said simply. She smiled at him and curled up next to him with her back to him and his arm around her. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, she was still somewhat sedated. Dean looked down at her and sighed, playing with her hair. Who was this girl?

Juliet woke the next morning. The comforting arms of the night before were gone. She was alone. Wait, no she wasn't. Someone held her hand. Juliet sat up slowly, she didn't recognize it. "Who… who's there," she whispered. She pulled her hand away and backed away. "Who… who's there," she asked quickly. "Answer me."

"You know exactly who I am Juliet," a man's voice answered. "Little Sammy already told you."

Juliet sat there for a moment trying to figure out what was happening. It couldn't be what she was thinking. Sam told her? What did Sam tell her? A demon killed her mother. It couldn't be him. "What the hell do you want," she asked quietly, trying to find the man or demon's position in the room but it was silent and she couldn't. It was completely darkness. Her worst fear, no sign of where she was or where he was.

"You know what I want Juliet," he whispered standing at her side. "Sam, you, the others. You are special. You're not like other kids."

Juliet's heart stopped at his words. They echoed in her mind. "Da… daddy?" Then there was nothing but silence. He was gone. Juliet hugged her knees to her chest and lowered her head. None of it was real. It couldn't be real.

"Juliet," Sam's voice shouted from outside her room. He opened the door and ran in. "Juliet," he whispered taking her hand. "Umm…. There ummm…. There was a fire, at your house last night," Sam whispered in a broken voice.

Juliet turned to him, taking his hand and holding it tightly. "Da… dd… daddy," she whispered.

"I'm… I'm really sorry Juliet," Sam whispered. He wrapped his arms around her and let her cry. Sam knew exactly what it was too, just like Juliet. She backed away from him and ran her hands up his chest. She still didn't know what Sam looked like. Juliet's shaking fingertips found Sam's face. She traced along his lips and the cuts that still remained from the accident. He had fair features, a soft quality about him that made Juliet feel safe. Finally her hands dropped to her sides and she closed her eyes.

"It wasn't him," she whispered. "Ye… yesterday," she said softly. "The man your father spoke to wasn't my daddy." Juliet took a couple deep breaths and was comforted to see that Dean had entered the room and stood in the corner. "It was here. He spoke to me. It held my hand." There was some resolve in her voice, a sense of strength instead of fear. It caught Dean's attention. "Sam, we can't stay here. You can't stay here. The longer you're here the more dangerous it will get."

"I know," Sam said simply. "But we're going to stop this thing Juliet. Dad and Dean and I, we're going to stop it. As soon as Dean wakes up."

Juliet looked up at Sam and smiled. "I want to help," she said softly. "I don't have anything left Sam, except you and your family now. I want to help."