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."

Ch. 2

"Juliet, are you sure you're all right," Sam asked. They had made their way to the hospital's cafeteria and were sitting across from each other. Juliet didn't have anything to eat, Sam on the other hand. That was a completely different story.

Juliet was still thinking about what she had seen in the hallway. Was it really that man, Dean? Did she really see him? That's impossible. Juliet had never seen a thing in her entire life. That wasn't entirely true. When she was little she used to see shadows outside her window and strange figures. She always thought they were dreams, and still thought that to this day. Even then, those things were just shadows. She never saw someone so clearly. She could see his hazel eyes in her mind, his dark blonde hair. She could still see his bruises, the scar on his forehead. They were wounds she assumed came from the accident. She distantly heard her name once more and raised her head quickly. "Huh," she said quietly. "Oh, yeah I'm fine," she lied. "Just tired."

"Maybe you should get some rest," Sam suggested quietly. Sam reached across the table and took her hand. "Juliet, I'm thankful for everything you've done. God knows what might have happened if you hadn't found us. At least there's still a chance for Dean now," he said quietly. "My dad's gonna be fine. You have no idea how much this means."

Juliet smiled a bit and gave Sam's hand a comforting squeeze. "He'll be fine," she said softly. "I don't think you're giving your brother as much credit as he deserves Sammy. He always comes back." Juliet wasn't sure what made her say that. She didn't know anything about them. It just came out. It was like someone else speaking. Juliet pulled her hand away quickly and forced a nervous smile onto her face. Maybe he wouldn't think anything of it.

Sam glanced at her for a moment. He slowly leaned back in the wheelchair. Why would she say something like that? She called him Sammy. It was eerie. She didn't know anything about them. How would she know how much credit Sam gave Dean, that Dean always came back? For a moment, only a brief moment it crossed his mind. Maybe the only reason she found them was because she was the new home for their demon. That didn't make sense though. It wouldn't be dumb enough to inhabit the body of a blind girl. It wanted them dead. It wouldn't send them to the hospital. It would let them stay there and die. Sam sighed softly and shook his head, knowing she couldn't see. Why would she say that though? "You should probably be heading home," he told her quietly. "You've really done all you can. Maybe… maybe I could call you when and if Dean wakes up. I'm sure he'd like to meet you."

Juliet nodded quickly. "I'd love that," she said quietly. She gave Sam her phone number and he helped her get back to one of the payphones. Juliet called her dad and he said he'd be there soon to pick her up. Juliet sat alone waiting for her father. Her head was down as if looking at the floor, though she saw nothing but darkness. She sighed softly running her fingers through her hair. She heard someone sit next to her but paid little attention to it.

"Hello?" Juliet looked up instantly and turned. She actually did scream this time when she saw him. She jumped up and stretched out her hands, searching for a door. She ran her hands along the wall until she found a small sign by a door. She ran her fingers over it. It was the bathroom, the women's bathroom at that. She breathed a sigh of relief and walked in. The room was empty. Juliet sighed and leaned against one of the walls. "Please, I… I know you can see me… can't you? That's why you keep running away isn't it?"

Juliet jumped and screamed. It wasn't a dream, it wasn't a hallucination. He was real, he was there and she could see him. "I... I… Yes," she whispered.

"Really," he said almost excitedly. His smile faded though as he watched her reaction. "It may seem strange that I ask-"

"You have no idea," she said almost sarcastically. Juliet leaned against the wall, facing him, with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Well I can expl… huh?" Dean looked at her confused. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and studied her for a moment. "Did I miss something?"

"Apparently you did. I'm blind," she said simply. "And quite frankly I think I'm going crazy. I was unaware that the blind could have hallucinations," she said coldly.

"You're not halluci… what? You're what," he said moving closer to her. Dean glanced down then glanced back up at her. "Like, can't see blind? But… but you can see me? Cause no one else can see me. You can see me? Has… has anything like this happened before," he asked. He thought maybe, just maybe she was possessed and whatever demon possessed her gave her the ability to see. "Can you see anything else?"

"No," she said simply, almost shouting at him. "It's all black except you. You were in the back of that car weren't you?"

"How the hell do you know that? Who are you and what do you want with my family!"

"I found you," she shouted back at him. Juliet was far from afraid of a fight. She had been an aggressive child her entire life, as well as independent. "I… I found the car last night," she said calming down a bit. "I… I was able to get the back door open and you sorta…. fell. Who… who are you? Sam…. Sam said you weren't dead so… so you're not a ghost."

Dean sighed and leaned against the wall. "I… I'm not really sure what's happening." Juliet studied him, taking everything in while she could. He looked worried, almost frightened. "How can you see me? If… if you're blind."

Juliet looked down, shy and quiet. She didn't know what to tell him. She had no answers for him. Juliet jumped when she heard a door open. She quickly gathered herself together and turned towards Dean again, only to see he was gone. She sighed and took a few deep breaths. When she left the bathroom she made her way back to the waiting room. "Juliet," her father called to her. He took her hand and hugged her.

"I… I can't leave yet Daddy," she said softly. Juliet wasn't really sure what possessed her to say that. It had to be the fear she saw in Dean's eyes. Those pained frightened hazel eyes. They seared into her mind.

"What? What do you mean you can't leave yet? You called me. I don't understand."

"Sam… Sam's brother's hur… hurt pretty bad and his father hasn't woken up yet. I don't think I should leave Sam alone," she said simply. "He needs someone right now."

"Juliet," her father said with a sigh. "It's great that you care so much, but you don't even know these people. Just let them be," he said simply.

If only it were that easy she thought. She looked up towards her father's voice and out of the corner of her eyes she saw Dean standing outside a room. She could hear sounds, a long steady beep. A heart monitor. Someone was dying. Just beyond Dean she saw something that was familiar to her. A floating figure she had seen on several occasions as a child. She froze for a moment then turned from her father. Juliet ran towards Dean until she was stopped by someone. "Juliet," Sam's frightened and broken voice whispered to her as he caught her in his arms before she fell.

"Wha… what's happening," she asked quickly. "Who's in there?"

Sam didn't say anything. He just held her close. It was more for his own support than hers and she could feel it. Sam was a tall young man and strong too, but she could feel his whole body shaking. That's when she noticed he was standing. He was out of his chair, that's good. "Me," Dean's voice came from beside her. She watched him shout at the being, hovering the room. All Juliet could see was Dean and this shadowy figure. Then Dean grabbed it and shot across the room. Juliet screamed, even though there was nothing to scream about, at least not to anyone else that was there. Then the shadow disappeared and things seemed to calm down.

Sam pulled Juliet to the side. He thought he heard something in that room. He thought he felt something, Dean. Then Juliet had screamed at the same time. It had to mean something right? "Juliet, why did you scream," he asked quietly.

Juliet just stood there, still in shock from the whole thing. What was happening to her? She raised her head and saw the faint shadows of several people walking the hospital. Juliet turned in a circle watching them plead for help. She stopped when her eyes fell on Dean, standing only a few inches from her. She looked up at him, into his fear filled eyes and she began to cry, falling to her knees. Sam dropped to his knees beside her and wrapped his comforting arms around her. She heard more footsteps. "Get away from my daughter," a stern voice said. Juliet felt someone grab her arm and pull her to her feet. "Listen, I don't know who you are, but my daughter saved your life. Leave her alone," he said simply.

"Daddy stop it," she said pushing her father away. "I'm not five years old anymore Daddy. Please, let me take care of myself. I'm not helpless. I'm twenty-four years old and I want to live my own life. I can make my own decisions and I decided to stay here until Sam Winchester's brother wakes up," she said simply, stretching her hand out to find Sam. Her hand grazed his chest lightly as she searched for him and she backed up to stand next to him. "I will come home then Daddy. All right?"

"Juliet you will come home right now or you won't have a home to come to," her father threatened, raising his voice.

"That's a road you do not want to take my friend," a new voice chimed in. Juliet didn't recognize this voice. She moved a little closer to Sam but Sam seemed calm. "That is a line you do not want to cross, I speak from experience." There was a sigh and Juliet noticed that the voice came a lower point, as if someone were sitting, or in a wheelchair. Sam's father maybe? Had his father kicked Dean out of the house? "Let your daughter make her own decisions."

Juliet's father sighed and shook his head. He looked at the young man holding his daughter. "You take care of my little girl. She's special, not like other kids. Anything happens to her and I will hunt you down myself."

"Daddy," Juliet snapped. "I'm fine." Her southern accent got a bit stronger when she got angry. Her father sighed, said his goodbyes and left. Then Juliet felt someone take her hand. She jumped and moved a little closer to Sam.

"I'm John Winchester," the new voice said. "Thank you. For what you did for my family. Thank you." There was sadness in his voice. It was a sense of defeat. Juliet knew what it was about too.

"You shouldn't give up hope," she said softly. Dean stood a little ways behind his father, quiet as a mouse. She glanced up and met his eyes with a faint smile on her face. "He's strong. Persistant. Don't give up hope." With that his father left and Juliet was alone with Sam, to Sam's knowledge anyway.

"That's the second time you've said something like that," he said softly. "That's the second time you've said something about Dean that you can't possibly know. Who are you?"

"Some… sometimes… sometimes I see things," she said softly. When… when I walk at night. When… when I come here, I… I see things, people." She glanced over in Dean's direction and he sighed.

Sam sighed and shook his head. "Ghosts? Spirits?"

"I… I don't know." She seemed to be embarrassed saying this to him and Sam could tell so he pulled her into a tight hug.

He took her over to a bench outside the hospital and sat down with her, still holding her hand. "Juliet," he said softly. Sam brushed her long hair out of her face. "Why were you out there that night," he asked quietly.

"I have insomnia," she said softly. "My dad said I haven't been able to sleep for more than an hour at a time since my mom died when I was little," she whispered, hugging her knees to her chest.

"Your mom died," Sam asked with sudden interest.

She nodded slowly and turned toward his voice. "In a fire when I was a baby," she whispered. "I think my dad said I was about-"

"Six months old," Sam asked, finishing her sentence.

"Yeah," she said softly. "How'd you know?"

Chapter 1

“Juliet, remember, only an hour baby. It’s late.”

“Yes Daddy,” answered Juliet Marcus. She headed down the driveway of her father’s farm just outside of Jefferson City, Missouri. As always her faithful Lab, Justice, was by her side, acting as her eyes. See, Juliet has been blind since birth. Justice has been Juliet’s lifeline for as long as she could remember.

Juliet turned onto the small highway. It was very late at night. What was a blind girl doing out that late? Ever since Juliet’s mother died, Juliet’s been unable to really sleep. When she got old enough she took to walking the highway with Justice. Only an hour though. So Juliet, dressed in a long white summer dress, a pair of blue jeans and flip flops with her long brown hair tied back, walked down the empty silent road with Justice as her guide.

The night would not be routine though. This night would be the beginning of something new for Juliet Marcus. It was the night when the Winchesters were thrusted into her life. It started with Justice stopping suddenly. In the distance she heard the faintest sound of an engine. Justice barked and tugged Juliet forward. “What is it Justice,” she asked, reluctantly following the dog. As Juliet got closer the air grew thicker and there was the very distinct smell of blood and gasoline that followed a car crash. “Justice,” she called to her dog, stopping. “Justice stop,” she said quietly. “We… we should go back, come on. Come on.” Her dog would not listen though. She barked and pulled forward, pulling out of Juliet’s grasp. “JUSTICE,” she called after her dog. She reached out walking forward slowly. She could hear glass crunching beneath her feet. “JUSTICE,” she called to her guide.

Juliet reached out a shaky hand and it came in contact with cold metal. There was glass there too and it cut her hand. She ran her hand over what she assumed was the car until she found a door handle. It was the back driver’s side door. Juliet slowly opened the door moving forward. She was just in time to drop to her knees and catch a heavy mass that she quickly identified as a person. Juliet screamed and reached out with one arm to find her guide. “JUSTICE,” she shouted. She ran her hands over the body slowly. A man, she could tell that much as her hands ran up his chest and over his neck. There was a lot of blood on him. She found his neck and was able to search for a pulse. It was faint but it was there. He was alive. “Justice,” she called to her dog. Finally she felt her companion brush up against her. “Justice hurry, go get daddy. Hurry,” she said quickly.

The dog left her side running back towards her home. Juliet just sat there with this unconscious man lying in her arms. She was shaking and terrified. Juliet didn’t know what to do. All she could think of was to run her shaky fingers over his face to find out what he looked like. He had fair features, at least in her opinion. As she held him there she took note of everything. His arms were strong, he was very masculine in nature, but not overly so in her opinion. She thought she heard a noise from the front seat. “Hello,” she said quietly. Juliet lowered her head once more as if to look at the man. “What’s your name,” she whispered to the lifeless man.

It seemed like an eternity before she finally heard the familiar voice of her father. “Juliet,” he called to her.

“Daddy,” she shouted turning her head towards his voice. “Daddy call an ambulance. Hurry!” Juliet sat there as she felt Justice sit down next to her. “It’s okay girl,” she whispered to her friend. She heard her father’s footsteps fade away. “Don’t die,” she whispered to the lifeless body she was holding in her arms, covering her in blood. That was all she could think of. She didn’t want him to die in her arms. Juliet had never been so frightened in her life. Everything was so still, it was scary. She thought she heard some slight stirring from the front seat again, but was afraid to let go of the body that had fallen into her hands. “Hello,” she called, but there was no answer. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The only sound she could hear were crickets and the sound of her own racing heart. Finally in the distance there was the faint sound of an ambulance. Then, like a rush everything came back into focus and she was being pulled away. “Let me go,” she screamed. She didn’t want to let go of this unknown man, but they were pulling her away. “No I can’t let go of him, he might have a neck injury. Please,” she shouted. None of this even registered to her.

“Miss you have to come with us please,” a young man’s voice said. “We’ll take care of him. Please, come with me.” Juliet was let into an ambulance. She sat down listening to the sounds around her. Her trusted dog wasn’t at her side. Justice had stayed behind with her father. One of the paramedics took her hands as she sat there and bandaged her hands. Her feet were also cut. She wasn’t alone in there though. She could feel the stretcher at her feet. “Who… who’s in here?”

“Who… who are you,” a tired and cracked voice whispered in response to Juliet’s voice. Juliet jumped and turned toward the voice. She stretched out her hand but the paramedic pulled it back to continue bandaging it.

“Ju… Juliet Marcus,” she whispered. She stretched her hand out slowly again and found the speaker’s hand. He had soft hands. She hadn’t been expecting that by his voice. “I… I live just down the street,” she said quietly. “Where… where were you in the… in the car,” she asked.

“My brother,” he said quickly as if he had just remembered something. He tried to sit up quickly and Juliet instantly pulled her hand away. She jumped and looked around quickly. “Where’s my brother?” The medics tried to calm him but he wouldn’t hear any of it.

“Your… your bro… brother?,” she asked quietly and he suddenly calmed down.

“Yea… Yeah,” the young man answered. “He… he was in… he was in back. Is… is he all right?’”

“I… I don’t know,” she said simply. His brother was the man she was holding. Juliet was still worried about him. She had his blood all over her. She turned toward the young man’s voice. “But… but I’m sure the doctors will do all they can.” Juliet stretched out her hand again and found his, holding it comfortingly. “You shouldn’t move around so much. You’re hurt. You should rest,” she said simply. “What’s your name?”

“Sam Winchester,” he answered her simply. He had a soft voice, very kind, very caring. He held her hand and gave it a small squeeze. “You can’t see me can you?” She shook her head and smiled. Sam didn’t say anything else though. He lost consciousness shortly afterward. Juliet was left alone and confused. She didn’t know what to do. They were taking her to the hospital as routine procedure and to make sure there were no more injuries than her hands and feet. Her father said they would meet her there.

She was still thinking about the man in her arms. Sam Winchester’s brother. Older of younger, she wondered. What was his name? She had so many questions. Finally they got to the hospital and she rushed into the emergency room with them, not even realizing she still didn’t have her canine companion to guide her. “How is he,” she asked over and over again. There was so much chaos. No one was listening to her. “Somebody tell me how they are please,” she pleaded. Finally one of the younger paramedics took her off to the side and sat her down. He knelt in front of her and explained the extent of the injuries that Sam Winchester’s brother suffered. The worst being massive blood loss. Her hands shook a little. Her entire body was shaking actually. Juliet’s life had been quiet up until that night. Now it was chaotic and frightening.

“Come on,” the young man said. “Why don’t we get you cleaned up,” he said taking her hand. He gave her a set of scrubs and led her to the bathroom. Juliet walked in and washed her hands, as best she could since she couldn’t see. She leaned over the sink for a few minutes trying to calm herself. That was a failed attempt though because as she stood there she bent over the sink and threw up. After a few more minutes of throwing up, Juliet splashed water on her face. Then she got changed and walked back out. He took her hand again and led her to her seat in the waiting room by her father. Then the young man took her blood soaked dress and told her he’d wash it. She sat there for hours. Her father said that they should go home but she didn’t want to. Juliet wanted to make sure that everyone was all right. She wanted to make sure the man she held there lived. He told her she needed rest and she said she had to find out how they were. “Daddy,” she said softly. “Holding him there like that. I felt like I held his life in my hands. I have to make sure that he’s all right.”

Finally her father gave her a bit of freedom. He left her there at the hospital, telling her to call her when she wanted to come home. Shortly after he left she fell asleep. She didn’t wake up again until around ten the next morning. When she woke she found herself in a room lying on a bed with a thin blanket covering her. Juliet looked around nervously. Juliet’s hands began to shake again as fear gripped her. Then a vaguely familiar hand took hers and she calmed down a bit. “Sam, right” she whispered. He gave her hand a small squeeze. She breathed a sigh of relief and a small smile formed on her lips. “Are… are you all right?”

“They say I’ll be fine,” he answered her sadly. “A couple days in the hospital and I’ll be fine.”

She noticed the sad tone of his voice. Juliet stood and moved closer to his bed, only to discover he wasn’t in one. He was sitting by her bed in a wheel chair. She blushed a little as she had sort of fallen on top of him. She stood up straight and sat back on the edge of her bed. She sighed and stretched out her hand to find her. “I’m glad you’re all right. How’s your brother?”

Sam sighed and shook his head. “He’s in pretty bad shape. My dad’s still out but the doctor’s said he’d be fine. Dean’s pretty banged up though. He’s in a coma. They’re not sure if he’ll ever wake up.” Sam’s eyes were filled with tears but Juliet couldn’t see it.

She didn’t have to see it though. She could hear it in his voice. They were close, him and his brother. She could tell. Juliet had always been good at that, reading people’s voices. Juliet got off the bed after Sam took her hand and knelt down in front of him. “You’ll take care of him though Sam,” she said with a smile. “He’ll be all right.”

Sam smiled at her and squeezed her hand. “Do you umm… do you want to take a walk or something,” he asked quietly.

Juliet smiled and nodded. “Sure,” she said softly. “Hold my hand. Justice isn’t here.”

He smiled and took her hand a she stood up straight. “Justice? A dog?” She nodded. “Put your hand on the chair and I’ll guide you,” he said with a sweet voice.

Juliet liked his voice. It was caring. She liked the sound of it. Juliet placed her hand on the back of the wheelchair and followed him as he slowly wheeled himself down the hall. “Who’s older,” she asked quietly.

“Dean,” he said simply. “He’s always sorta taken care of me. We moved around a lot as kids and our dad wasn’t always there.” Sam sighed and glanced up at her. “So umm… if you don’t mind me asking, have you always been that way? Blind?”

She laughed and nodded. “For as long as I can remember yeah. I don’t mind. I’m used to questions.” She turned the corner and something brushed passed her. She lifted her hand from the chair to apologize to whoever she ran into and stopped dead. She almost screamed by what she saw. Yes, what she SAW. Standing before her was a young man. He stood just above six feet tall. He had hazel eyes. Her hands shook terribly as she stared at the figure before her. It matched exactly what she imagined when she ran her hands over the unconscious man in the back seat of that car.

“Can… can you see me,” he asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Juliet,” a faint voice called to her. She jumped when she felt someone take her hand and she looked down, seeing nothing. “Juliet, are you all right?” Sam’s voice became clearer to her. When she raised her head again the man was gone. “Juliet?”

Juliet shook her head trying to figure out what just happened. Maybe it was her imagination. “Yeah,” she said distantly. She turned again and began to walk with him. “I’m fine,” she said distantly. She took his hand again for him to guide her in the wheel chair. They began talking again but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Had she really SEEN him?