AN: Thanks to doctor-emily001 for that really sweet review. Thanks to everyone else for all of the kinds things said so far. And, yes, I am early. I was excited. Here is the beginning of the next chapter, as well as some more originality on my part. :)

A freshly showered Rose Winchester dropped onto the cot with a groan. "I hate zombies!" She wasn't talking to anyone in particular because Dean and Sam were both out looking for the makings of a very late supper. Rose would have tagged along to make sure they left off her pickles, but she was the lucky duck who got covered with zombie guts, so she was left at the motel to scrub up.

The past thirteen months had been insane. They'd found their dad. His reason for hightailing it out of California was that he had gotten a lead on the location of the thing that had killed Mary Winchester and later Jessica Moore. He still hadn't caught it, but he had found the Colt.

The Colt was a gun, handmade by the Samuel Colt (whom most people did not know been a Hunter himself) and it was the only weapon known to be able to actually kill demons, instead of merely exorcising them back to hell. And Mary Winchester had been killed by a demon. The Yellow Eyed Demon. It seemed like, after 16 years, the family was finally getting close to vengeance.

Not so close, however, that they could just give up on hunting all the other evil things that lurked in the dark. So, the Winchesters split again; John going after the YED and his kids hanging together to take on all the vampires, ghosts, demons, wendigos or anything else they could find. They stayed busy.

Of course, nothing ever got to be easy or simple-not if one's name was Winchester anyway. To say that life started throwing curve balls would be a gross understatement. There'd been Dean getting electrocuted and then the faith healer he'd visited wound up having been using evil forces and Rose having to kill her first real crush. (He'd turned out to be a werewolf).

There'd been a shapeshifter who'd used Dean's form to murder four people, in plain view of more than one witness. On top of that, Dean and Sam were caught on video robbing a Milwaukee bank (they were really just trying to catch a different shapeshifter), meaning Rose got to find out what it was like living with two people on the FBI's Most Wanted List. She didn't like it.

Life biggest curveball, however, was to make the Yellow Eyed Demon in an evil son of a bitch with a plan. A plan which seemed to revolve, at least partly, around Sam.

Sam had started having visions. They were similar to Rose's in nature (although they were only of the future), but they were more garbled and draining.

As much fun as Rose had playing tutor to her older brother, the situation was frightening. Especially when they discovered the others.

Other twenty-three year olds who developed powers (telekinesis and mind control just to name a couple) a few moths after their birthdays. All of these psychics had lost their mothers in house fires before the age of ten. And all of the fires had been started by the YED.

But before the Winchesters could figure out what the master plan was-John Winchester was killed. Yellow Eyes had possessed a semi-truck driver and crashed into the Impala, putting Dean in a coma. Sam and Rose (neither of whom were severely hurt) had called their dad, thinking he should be there. Two days after the accident, Dean had made a complete and miraculous recovery, the Colt was gone and John was dead of a heart attack.

It was difficult to say which of the three remaining Winchesters felt the most guilt at his death. Dean was sure that John had made some sort of deal-exchanged lives-and he felt unworthy of such a price. Sam felt like he'd never even tried to understand his father. And Rose felt like she should have seen it coming and prevented it.

If they'd been apart, they never would have moved on. But they stuck together and helped each other deal. Naturally, they did it "without any of that touchy-feely, self-help, yoga crap" as Dean put it, but they were moving past the guilt and the grief. That was when Rose, lying on a cot and recently clean of zombie guts, had a vision of all hell breaking loose.