Author's Note: Hello there! Thank you for reading! I'm going to start this off with a quick warning, I haven't written to this extent for public eye in a very long time so I apologize if I missed anything while re-reading and double checking before I posted this! I would love reviews, let me know what you think!

I'm hoping for this to be the first chapter of many for this story! This plot has really inspired me! I obviously do not own Supernatural or any of its character, just my main OC and the other few that will pop up here and there.

Enough chit chat, I hope you enjoy my story!

"John!" Ana screamed in her sleep moments before shooting straight up in her bed. She took a couple of deep breaths as she looked around her room. It was just a dream. Just a dream. You're home. You're safe. She repeated the mantra in her head, almost calmed down when her aunt opened the door slowly.

"How bad?" She asked, walking toward Ana's bed, flicking on the lamp on her desk along the way.

Brushing a hand through her wild red hair, Ana realized how much she had been sweating, "Not one of the worst, but they're all pretty bad." She answered looking over at her alarm clock, it was just after two in the morning, "God, aunt Heather, go back to bed. I'm sorry I woke you."

Heather rubbed her eyes, "It's okay, honey. Honestly, I'm getting used to you waking up screaming, doesn't mean I'm not going to come check on you though." She told her with a smile.

Ana nodded, returning the smile, "I know, but I'm okay. It was a three on the scale of how terrible my dreams have been lately." She yawned, "Go to bed, I'm probably going to crash again shortly." She lied easily.

Giving her a look, Heather nodded, leaning over to give her a kiss on the head before moving to turn off the lamp and go back to her own room.

It had been a few months now that Anastasia had been having the dreams or nightmares, depending on the night her description of them differed, but they were always about the same people. After the first couple of weeks she had realized that they had revolved around two men, brothers, their friends and family, and the mostly horrible things that happened to them.

Sighing, she laid back in her bed, staring up at the ceiling of her bedroom which was covered in those glow-in-the-dark star stickers. She knew that she wouldn't be getting much more sleep the rest of the night, any time she closed her eyes she saw the lifeless body of John, the brothers' dad, laying on a hospital room floor. Considering some of the things she dreamt about, that wasn't too bad, but it still made her uncomfortable and incredibly sad.

Sitting up, she told herself that there was no reason to be sad, that the things in her dreams weren't real, but that didn't stop the sadness or the growing void of emptiness in her chest. Looking around her room, she stood up and walked over to her desk, turning the lamp back on and moving to her closet. She tossed a pair of dark jeans, a black long sleeved thermal shirt, and her black boots on her bed.

She dressed quickly and pulled her long red hair into a ponytail, before grabbing her car keys and walking out of her bedroom. Being as quiet as she could, she opened the front door and moved outside into the cool autumn Montana night. Taking in a deep breath, she instantly felt a little better, something about the cold air in her lungs bringing her out of the chaos of her subconscious.

Once in her car, she started it up and pulled away from her house and set out for the north side of the city. The large cliffs that surrounded the city she grew up in had become her refuge over the years, whenever there was too much on her mind or she just needed to get away from everyone else she headed there. In the dead of night there was almost no one on the roads so it took her all of ten minutes to find the place she normally parked at.

She rolled down all four windows in her car and turned up the stereo so she could hear it while she sat on the hood, she was far enough away from where anyone lived that she didn't care about the amount of sound she was making. Turning off the engine but leaving the battery on, she got out of the car and made her way around the front.

When she was comfortable on the hood, she laid back against the windshield and looked up at the sky, the stars brighter out here than they were down in the valley that most of the city was located in. The emptiness that had filled her chest after her last dream was still there, but as she laid there it morphed from an ache to something more like a tingle, a feeling that Ana had never experienced and it frightened her slightly. While the world around her seemed to be the same, everything that was happening within her seemed to be in constant motion, changing daily since the dreams started.

She tried to ignore the buzzing that began to rattle her head, but it was hard to ignore something that felt like an entire hive of bees was trying to escape from the inside of your skull. As the buzzing slowly grew worse, Ana sat up, her hands moving to her temples at the same time her eyes closed tightly. Then the visions hit like a lightning bolt in front of her eyes, flashes disappearing as quickly as they came and she couldn't make any sense of it, all she recognized were glimpses of the faces from her dream. John, Sam, Dean, Bobby, a woman she couldn't put a name to, and a few others she couldn't remember the names of.

The episode seemed to last forever, but in reality it could have only been a few minutes. When it was over Ana didn't move, she waited until the buzzing slowly faded away and the tingles that covered her body condensed back into the emptiness in her chest before she moved. Slowly she pulled her phone out of her pocket and dialed a number from memory, when it stopped ringing, there was silence on the other line, "Look, I know it's the middle of the night, but please tell me you're in the city and I can come see you."

She heard a soft sigh, "I am. You know where to find me." The familiar voice answered, sounding deeper than normal from being pulled out of a deep sleep.

"Thanks, Luke, I'll be there in five." She hung up and climbed back in her car, quickly pulling away from her parking spot and back on to the road.

When the nightmares first began Luke was the first person she turned to, her aunt knew because it was hard to cover the pure fear in her voice as she cried out in her sleep, but Luke was the only one she willingly turned to. She wasn't sure why, to this day she still didn't understand why she didn't turn to one of her friends rather than her ex boyfriend, whom she hadn't had much contact with since their relationship ended.

She killed the headlights as she pulled into his grandparent's driveway. Turning off the car, she hurried out and opened the back gate that led into the yard which held a separate building from the main house that was home to his grandmother's art studio on the top floor and his grandfather's garage below. As she shut the gate she was met by a chocolate lab who was excitedly wagging her tail, "Hi Molly." she smiled down at the dog and patted her head a few times before walking toward the studio, seeing that Luke already had some light on inside. Opening the bottom door, she let Molly go ahead of her on the stairs before shutting the door again and following her up.

Luke sat on the plush couch that looked out the large picture window onto the yard below, his ear length brown hair in a slight mess, as she moved to sit in one of the large push chairs on each end of the couch she noticed that he was in sweat pants and nothing else. As she walked past him, he offered her a cup of hot chocolate and moved his feet so she could get passed the coffee table.

As she sat down, he looked her over, "Hell, Ana, you look terrible." he commented, shaking his head, "Are they getting worse?"

"If you consider that I'm now seeing things while I'm wide awake, then yes, they're getting worse." she answered, blowing into her cup, watching the steam rise out of it.

He sat forward, his arms resting on his legs as he looked at her, "Are you sure? From the looks of it you haven't been getting much sleep, are you sure you're not just hallucinating?" he questioned.

Ana gave him a pointed look, "I'm not going crazy, Lucas." She all but snapped.

"Just checking, Anastasia." He retorted, before rubbing a hand over his face.

She shook her head and set down her cup, "I shouldn't have called, I'll just go." She told him, standing up and walking away from the sitting area.

"If you shouldn't have called, then why did you Ana?"

She stopped, "Because I don't know who else to turn to about this crap, Luke. This isn't a plan to try and weasel my way back into your life, alright? This scares me, more than anything has before and after all that we went through I thought that you would be the one person who wouldn't pull the crazy card on me." She answered, anxiety filling every word, "I just wanted one person I could talk to about this and get actual, quality feedback from. Even more so now that I'm apparently not just dreaming about whatever the hell this is that I'm actually having visions about it."

Luke stood up and walked over to her, "I get it Ana or at least part of it, but I just don't know what to tell you." He sighed, defeated, "Have you explained any of this to Heather?"

"No... she knows that they're still happening but I won't go into detail about any of this with her. She's worried enough."

He placed his hands on the sides of her arms, "You need to talk to her. Or try to find some other way to explain this all." He paused, "Last time we spoke you sounded almost convinced that somehow what you are seeing is real. Do you still think that?" He asked as he dropped his hands.

"I don't know." She shrugged, "I mean, the things I've seen they're completely crazy and can't be real, but it has never felt like just a dream."

"Maybe you should do some digging then. See if you can find anything that could prove if they're real or not."

Ana looked at him silently, she had thought about it before, but just figured her search would lead no where, maybe it was worth her peace of mind to waste some time looking in to what she had seen. "You know, this is why I call you, because even when you think I'm crazy you still give me helpful advice."

"I don't think you're crazy. I'm honestly worried about you, I haven't seen you this shook up about anything since our junior year." He commented, eyes staring into her's.

She instantly knew what he was talking about, the day they broke up after dating for two years. Looking down at the floor, she simply nodded, not wanting to dig into that certain memory right then, "Thanks for the advice, Luke." She told him, looking up at him one last time before turning to head for the stairs.

"Ana, wait..." he caught her wrist and turned her quickly into him, "Whatever you're going to do next, you can still call me if you need to." Before she could respond he kissed her quickly, lingering a moment before he stepped away from her.

When their lips separated, she breathed deeply, "Luke, I can't..."

"I know," he interrupted, "I just needed to do that one last time before you run off to Kansas. That's what you're going to do right? Go to where the time line of your dreams began?"

"It only makes sense to." She answered, "Which is why you thought of it before I did." She added, pulling away from him.

"Just... keep me updated okay? I don't want you driving all over the country trying to figure whatever this is and you getting hurt." He said, letting her go.

"I will. Thanks again." She told him softly, standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek before leaving.

As the sun came up a few hours later Ana was in her room packing a bag, making sure she had enough clothes to get her by for a while, she had no idea how long she would be gone.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Her aunt asked as she walked into the kitchen, her bag slung over her shoulder.

She nodded, "If nothing else, I'll get that trip I had planned on making over the summer. Better late than never, I guess." She gave Heather a reassuring smile as she grabbed her laptop off of the kitchen table and packed it in its case. "I'll be fine. I just have to try to figure this out."

Heather nodded, "I know, honey. Call me when you get to your first stop, okay? And don't try to make the whole trip in one go, that's too much driving for one person."

Ana smiled, slinging her laptop bag over her opposite shoulder before moving to hug Heather, "I love you. I'll give you a call when I stop for the night."

"You know, I don't think I could have handled you moving away for college." She commented, tears in her eyes.

"Well good thing I took a year off, you still have all year to get used to me being gone." She teased, pulling away from her. "Plus, this way I get to catch up and actually start freshman year with people my age." She added with a wink.

Laughing, Heather nodded, "You never had any problems with the other kids in your grade being a year or two older than you, I don't know why it would bother you in college." She teased back.

Ana just nodded, knowing that they were both just prolonging their goodbye. "I've got to go. I'll call you when I get a hotel room. I love you." She spoke quickly, giving Heather a quick kiss on the cheek before turning toward the front door, making her way quickly out of the house.

With both of her bags loaded in the trunk, she quickly pulled out of the, hoping she could get far enough away before her urge to turn back got too strong. She had turned eighteen a couple of weeks after the dreams had started and in all eighteen years of her life she hadn't been separated from her aunt for longer than a couple of nights; they were both too scared to lose one another after what happened to Ana's mom, Heather's younger sister. Now she was going to be traveling states away, on her own, for God knew how long.

She had mentally planned out the majority of the trip as she drove home from Luke's earlier and then finalized it all on a sheet of paper while she waited for Heather to wake up. She had decided that it would be better to make her first stop in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, it was the closest of the places she had dreamt about and she figured if nothing there turned up it would be best to turn around there and head back home.

From what information she received from her dreams, Bobby Singer was the closest thing Sam and Dean had left of parent figures, that is until he died three years ago. That was the hardest part of all of the dreams, from what she could tell they came to her extremely out of order. Like the one she had last night where John died, had to have happened years ago chronologically, seeing as in the dreams that were in more recent years, he was already dead.

She was hoping that she would get to her destination, just outside of Sioux Falls and not find the old house within the salvage yard, abandoned and falling apart, but if she did she couldn't stop there. More questions would surface after that and she had a feeling that the only people that would be able to answer them would be harder to find than the old junk yard.

The drive took about ten hours and by the time she reached the city she could feel the lack of sleep taking hold of her. Quickly finding the first hotel she could, she got a cheap room and took both of her bags inside. Looking around the room, she shook her head, it reminded her of many of the hotel rooms Dean and Sam stayed in while they traveled across the country hunting things.

Moving into the bathroom she splashed some cold water on her face, hoping it would help her get through the next few hours. Ana looked her face over in the mirror above the sink, noticing that the bags underneath her blue eyes were visibly darker. Sighing, she went back into the main room and pulled her duffle bag on to the one king bed. With her make up bag in hand she walked back into the bathroom and placed some cover up underneath her eyes.

Shaking her head, she pulled her wavy hair out of the ponytail it was in, ran her fingers through it, and then grabbed her keys while heading out the door. She knew she would need to find out if the salvage yard existed or not before she would get any sleep that night.

Leaving the hotel parking lot, she made her way to a gas station she had passed on her way into town, hoping that someone working there could help her with directions if what she was looking for even existed. Once inside she got a cup of coffee and a bag of chips before heading to the counter, "Hey, I was wondering if you could give me directions. I'm looking for Singer Salvage Yard." She asked the guy working behind the counter, waiting for him to tell her he'd never heard of it.

He gave her a strange look as he finished ringing up her stuff, "What do you want with that old place? I don't think it's even in business any more."

It took her a moment to process what he said, it was real. Her heart started to race as she gave the man a fake smile, "My parents were friends with the Singer's and I wanted to stop by on my way through. I was so young the last time we came through that I don't remember where it's at." She lied easily.

The guy continued to give her a strange look before he gave her quick directions; she wasn't too far from it now. She nodded, paid for her things and said a quick thank you before walking back out to her car, thankfully making it there before her anxiety took over and she went into a full blown panic attack.

She hadn't been prepared for anything she dreamed of to be real, her whole hope of the trip was that she wouldn't find anything and would be able to go home, to just deal with her dreams like a normal person and forget about them after she woke up.

Ana took a deep breath, tossed the chips on the passenger seat, placed the cup of coffee in the cup holder and started her car. She couldn't just sit in a gas station parking lot and have a breakdown, she had to work through it, she needed to get to the salvage yard as quick as she could.

As she pulled onto the main road, she turned the music up on the radio, using the sound to drown out the crazy rhythm of her heart beat. Driving well over the speed limit it didn't take her long to make it outside of the town and to the entrance. She slowed the car as she pulled on to the dirt road that led through rows of broken down cars and she skidded to a halt just in front of the house.

Looking up at the house her anxiety spiked again, her body began to tremble by the force of it and she barely made it out of the car before she vomited. When what little was in her stomach had all come out she leaned back against her car, pushing her hair out of her face and forcing herself to take long, deep breaths.

Pushing herself away from her car, she turned to look at the house again, noticing that it looked a little worse than the last time she had seen it in a dream. It was clear that there was no one living there. She moved slowly around the nose of her car, opening the passenger side door she dug through the glove box until she found a flashlight. Turning it on, she was happy to see that it still worked before walking to the door.

Opening it slowly, she aimed the flashlight down the hall in front of her, "Hello?" She called, knowing that there was no one there or at least that there should be no one there. When she was met with silence, she continued into the house, leaving the door open behind her in case she needed to make a quick escape, if this place was real there was no telling what else from her dreams was real and if by some weird occurrence that it was all real, there were dangerous creatures in the world.

Not wasting much time looking around, she walked through the kitchen and into the room that she had seen so many times in her dreams. Books were stacked on the desk as if still waiting for their owner to come search through them like he had so many times. Trailing her finger over the surface of the desk, she shook her head at the amount of dust that covered everything, "Three years of build up." She commented to herself before wiping her finger off on her jeans.

There was a small click from behind her as light flooded around her, "Who are you?" A female voice asked from behind her.

"I...uh.. My name is Ana." She answered, fear raking through her body as the woman moved around her until she was standing directly in front of her, a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other which was pointed at Ana's chest.

It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light being aimed in her direction and when they did she took in a surprised breath in, "Jody Mills." The name had escaped her lips before she had a chance to think about it.

"How do you know my name?" Jody questioned, her gun not moving an inch from its target even though she had been shocked that the strange girl in front of her knew her name.

Ana just stared at her for a moment, "I... I..." she couldn't think of how to respond, there was no logical way to explain how she knew so much about the woman standing in front of her.

"How do you know my name?" She repeated, giving the words more force as she looked the girl over, hoping that she wasn't facing some sort of monster that she wasn't prepared for.

Ana took in a deep breath, "I've dreamt about you." She answered softly, "Please, could you point that some where else? I don't have a weapon and I promise I'm human."

"You've dreamt about me? And I'm supposed to believe you're human? I don't think so." Jody shook her head, not lowering her firearm.

"Please, just hear me out, okay? If I were something bad, most of the things I could possibly be wouldn't have made it this far into Bobby's house." She paused, "I'll let you test me for whatever you want, just please, put that down." She pleaded, her voice trembling.

Jody looked at her closely, she had a point, Bobby had all kinds of set ups so that monsters wouldn't get this far into his house and the look in Ana's eyes was pure fear. "Let's say I believe you, am I just supposed to let the comment about you dreaming about me slide?"

Ana shook her head, "I don't know how to explain it, okay? A few months ago I started having dreams, nightmares about Sam and Dean Winchester and the things they do. Then sometime around three o'clock this morning it started happening while I was awake." A tear slid down her cheek as she spoke, all of her fears and anxiety about the situation coming out as she bared her soul to the stranger in front of her, "I was hoping that when I came here I wouldn't find anything, that this place wouldn't exist and I could go back home, but now... now I know it's real and I have to figure out why I'm seeing all of this." She shook her head, looking down at the floor. "I'm so sorry, Jody." She told her.

Jody lowered her gun, raising an eyebrow at Ana, "Sorry? Sorry for what?"

Ana looked back up at her slowly, "I... saw what happened to your family." She shook her head, "I felt your pain... I'm so sorry for your loss." She added.

Jody simply nodded, not knowing how to respond to that, "You said you've been dreaming about Sam and Dean, right?" Ana nodded, "I'm assuming at some point you're going to want to make contact with them." She stated, curious.

"I honestly don't know. I've seen so much of what's happened to them, of what they've done and what they've faced. I don't think they need to add this on to their workload." Ana answered honestly, now that she knew they were real she didn't know if she wanted to meet them.

Jody sighed, "Look, kid, I'm not an expert on any of this stuff, but I'm going to guess that this is something big. You wouldn't be seeing the Winchesters' lives if it wasn't for a reason."

Ana moved over to the couch and sat down, not even noticing the cloud of dust that escaped it, "I just... I don't know." Her brain had begun to shut down, between the shock of finding out her dreams were real and the fear of what she now knew of the world, it was just too much.

Jody watched the girl for a minute before setting her gun on Bobby's desk and pulling out her phone. She wasn't even sure if the number she had for Dean was still working, but she had to give it a try, whatever this poor girl was going through had to be something the boys could help with. She listened to it ring a few times before her call was answered, "Jody. Long time, no chat." Dean greeted.

"This isn't a social call. I have a situation here. Nothing life threatening, but I think it's something you and Sam need to know about." Jody explained.

Dean paused a moment, "Something weird going on up there?" He asked, sounding worried.

Jody sighed, "Nothing serious, no deaths or anything. I've got a girl here that I think needs your help. Are you in the middle of working something or can you make it up here?"

Ana sat silent on the couch, her eyes focused on the floor, she could hear Jody talking but she wasn't processing anything she was saying.

"Well head up there, it's not a problem. This girl have a name?" Dean asked.

"Ana." Jody walked over to her. "Ana." She repeated her name, waving a hand in front of her face.

Ana shook her head, looking at Jody, "I'm sorry, what?"

Jody gave her a soft smile, "Can I get your full name?"

"Anastasia Walker."

Jody backed off, moving back over to the desk, "Did you get that?" She asked Dean.

"Yeah I got it, we'll look in to her on our way there. Give us five hours." He told her.

"I'm going to take her back to my place, the poor girl is in some serious shock. See you in a few hours." Jody told him before hanging up. "Ana?" She questioned, kneeling down in front of her to get her attention, "Why don't we get out of here, huh? You can stay at my house tonight, I have a spare room and you're not in any shape to stay alone."

Ana barely understood what the woman in front of her was saying, so she slowly nodded in response.

Jody pulled her out of her head enough to get her up off of the old couch and out of the door. Once Ana was seated and buckled into the passenger seat of Jody's car, she lost track of what was happening. At some point she heard Jodi ask her if she had anything with her that she needed out of car, "No, I, uh… got a hotel room before I came out here. It's in the room there." she answered, voice flat.

Nodding, Jody started her car and pulled away from the house, heading back toward the city. "Which hotel?" she questioned.

"I didn't catch the name, its the first one I came across when I got into town. I came from this direction I think."

"I know which one, we'll stop real quick and I'll grab your things, cancel your room for the night and then we'll get you to my house." Jody explained to her slowly, not wanting anything she did to add on to the shock Ana was already in. Ana simply nodded in response.

Not sure of how much time passed between the last time they spoke, Ana jumped with Jody placed a hand on her shoulder, squealing slightly. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. We're here, let's get you inside and to bed, you could probably use some rest."

Ana nodded, opening the door and getting out of the car. She noticed Jody open the trunk and pull her duffle bag out, "Here, I can carry my stuff." she said, grabbing her laptop bag and taking the duffle from Jody.

When they were inside Jody's house, she lead Ana to the guest room just down the hall from the front door, "Make yourself at home, there's a bathroom right across the hall. You should probably try to get some sleep, but if you want to shower or anything beforehand go right ahead. I'll be in the living room if you need anything."

"Thank you." Ana told her with a slight smile. Jody returned it before leaving her alone.

Sighing, Ana sat down on the bed to take off her boots. She wasn't sure if she would be able to sleep at all, her nerves were raw and her anxiety was still crazy high. Not even bothering to change her clothes, she laid back on the bed and despite everything she had gone through that night, her lack of sleep won and she was out shortly after her head hit the pillow.