You complete my fate

The world unwinds inside of me

You complete my fate

The halo crawls away

You repeat my fate

Rewinding all we can

You refill my place

Come and save me

Everyone has a story. Each one glimmers inside our very essence like a shining star in the vast darkness of space. Some shine brighter and beckon others to them, and some prefer to stay dim.

But we have them anyway. They whisper within us. Daring us to dream. Urging us not to give up hope. They can appear in any form.

These are not our angels; rather, they are the most raw form of our own selves. They will scream in a baby's cry, or whisper through a dying relative. They will shout to us through the worst possible of serial killers.

We can choose to deny them. Give up and protest that our story does not exist; that we could not possibly touch anyone enough to give off light. But the light shines on.

It can come to us at any moment. In any place, and at any time. But that reflection will come. It will urge us on, and challenge us to fight.

Nov 2 1983

Lawrence, Kansas

Crickets chirped and a large deciduous tree with no leaves stood outside one of several suburban homes.

Inside a nursery a woman, Mary Winchester, wearing a white nightgown, carried a small child, her son Dean, into a dark room.

"Come on, let's say good night to your brother," Mary said, turning on the lights.

It was the nursery of a baby, Sam, who was lying in his crib and looking over at Mary and Dean. Mary set Dean down. Dean leaned over the side of the crib and kissed Sam on the forehead.

"'Night, Sam," Dean said.

Mary leaned over Sam as well. "Good night, love."

Mary brushed Sam's hair back and kissed his forehead.

"Hey, Dean," John said.

Dean turned.

John was in the doorway wearing a USMC T-shirt.

Dean rushed over to him. "Daddy!"

"Hey, buddy." John scooped Dean up. "So what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football yet?"

Dean shook his head, laughing."No, Daddy."

John laughed " No."

Mary passed John and Dean on the way out of the room. "You got him?"

"I got him." John hugged Dean closer. "Sweet dreams, Sam." John carried Dean out of the room, flipping off the lights.

Sam watched them go, gurgling, then tried to reach his toes. The baseball-themed mobile above Sam's crib began to spin on its own while Sam watched. The transportation-themed clock on the wall ticked, ticked, stopped. The moon-shaped nightlight flickered.

In the Master Bedroom, lights flickered on and a baby monitor was sitting on a nightstand next to a photo of Mary and John. Strange noises came through the monitor. Mary, asleep in bed, stirred. She turned on the light on the nightstand.

"John?" Mary turned: she was alone. She got up.

Mary walked down the hall to Sam's nursery. A man, seen only in silhouette, stood over Sam's crib.

"John? Was he hungry?"

The man turned his head. "Shhh."

"All right." Mary headed back down the hallway.

The light by the stairs was flickering. Mary frowned and went to tap at it till the light steadies. "Hm."

More flickering light was coming from downstairs: Mary investigated. A war movie was on TV and John had fallen asleep watching it.

If John was here, Mary realized, then the man upstairs wasn't be John and must be a danger. She ran back upstairs.

"Sammy! Sammy!" Mary entered Sam's nursery and stopped short.

Upstairs, Mary screamed. John woke up.

"Mary?" John scrambled out of the chair.

"Mary!" John ran upstairs.

John burst through the closed door of the nursery.


The room was quiet and appeared empty except for Sam awake in his crib and John. John glanced around and pushed down the side of Sam's crib.

"Hey, Sammy. You okay?"

Something dark dripped next to Sam. John touched it. Two more drops landed on the back of John's hand. It looked like blood. John looked up. Mary was sprawled across the ceiling, the stomach of her nightgown red with blood, staring at John and struggling to breathe. John collapsed onto the floor, staring at Mary.

"No! Mary!"

Mary burst into flames. The fire spread over the ceiling. John stared, frozen. Sam wailed. John, reminded he was not alone, got up and scooped Sam out of his crib and rushed out of the room.

Dean was awake and came to investigate.

"Daddy!" Dean yelled.

John shoved Sam at Dean. "Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don't look back!"

Dean stared for a moment. His mother was gone. Emotions built up inside his tiny form and burst out, suddenly flames formed, catching the room on fire.

"NOW Dean go!" John didn't have time to wonder about what his son had just done, just had to protect both of them.

Dean turned and ran. The flames remained.

John turned back to the nursery. "Mary!"

The entire room was on fire. Mary herself could barely be seen. "No!"

Dean ran outside, holding Sam. "It's okay, Sammy."

Dean turned to look up at Sam's window, which was lit with gold. John ran outside, scooped up Dean and Sam, and carried them both away. "I gotcha."

Fire exploded out of Sam's nursery window.

The Lawrence fire department arrived. A firefighter got out of a fire truck and took over at the gauges for another firefighter.

"I got it. You go hold the line up."

The second firefighter goes to the back of the truck and took a hose from a third firefighter. That firefighter took the hose towards the house where a fourth firefighter was spraying through Sam's nursery window. A paramedic opened the back of an ambulance. A police officer waved some neighbors back. "Stay back. You have to stay back."

Across the street from the house, John and Dean sat on the hood of John's Impala, John holding Sam. John looked up at the remnants of the fire.

February 28, 1986

Skylark Camp

Lebanon, KS

"I love you," Kimiko Hikawa held electric cables in her rubber gloved hands. She had just spoken to her daughter, Kitsune Reiko Hikawa known to her friends as Reiko, unsteadily ran and hid in the bushes.

Kimi held out the cables, but the demon was upon her.

"KIMI!" a shout rang out. Her angel, Sachiel, had come for her.

Electricity rippled through her form. She was gone.

Kiana ran up the pier as the police zipped up her mother in a body bag. "Mommy? Mommy!"

Her eyes filled with tears.

Alone in the Hikawa shrine, the infant Kuri cried for her mother.

In a flutter of wings, the angel Castiel appeared.

Castiel tilted his head, unsure of what to do. "Please…do not. I was sent by Sachiel…"

He lifted Kuri and held her in his arms. Spontaneously he started to sing to her.

"You cried out with no reply

And You can't feel me by your side

So you'll hold tight to what you know

I'm here, and you're never alone"

The child quieted, and he put her to bed. "I will return when you have need of me."

May 2, 2004

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface

I don't know what you're expecting of me

Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

It was Sam's twenty-first birthday and he should have been inside partying like the college-kid he is. Instead, he was outside checking his messages and hoping to find one from a specific person, someone who meant the world to Sam for as long as he could remember.

"There you are!"

Sam turned to the door as Reiko stepped outside, coming to stand next to him.

"What are you doing out here?" she asked, tucking herself into his side, when he raised an arm in welcome.

Sam sighed and looked down at his cell. "Just checking my messages real quick," he said nonchalantly.

Reiko wasn't fooled for a minute, "He didn't send one, did he?"

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

Become so tired, so much more aware

By becoming this all I want to do

Is be more like me and be less like you

When Sam didn't answer, she hugged him to her, letting him hide his tears. Reiko was having a hard time holding her own tears back. While she knew the basics of Sam's separation from his family, there was a lot he wouldn't, or maybe couldn't, tell her.

Reiko did know that Sam loved his older brother more than anything, more than most siblings she'd ever seen. He loved his brother so fiercely, it made something inside her go tight whenever the unknown man hurt Sam.

"Oh, Sam." Reiko crooned, petting his messy hair. "I know he loves you and there's no way he just forgot, not without a damn good reason."

In a sudden display of passion, she kissed him right on the lips. There was something, a spark, and then he deepened the kiss.

Can't you see that you're smothering me?

Holding too tightly, afraid to lose control

'Cause everything that you thought I would be

Has fallen apart right in front of you

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

Every step that I take is another mistake to you

Caught in the undertow, just caught in the undertow

And every second I waste is more than I can take!

Soon after, they excused themselves from the party and Reiko took Sam back home, tucking him into bed. He fell asleep almost instantly, making Reiko wonder how much he'd had to drink. She stood for a moment, infinitely thankful that he'd come into her life. Sam was the sweetest boy she'd ever met; they were the best of friends, better roommates, and awesome hunting partners. Whoever had raised such a polite and caring young man should be commended, she thought.

And I know I may end up failing too

But I know you were just like me with someone disappointed in you

Her pocket vibrated and when Reiko pulled Sam's phone out, she grinned. Sam had just received a text message. It was 11:53pm.

'Yeah, Dean was cutting it close this year,' she thought, setting the phone on the bedside table where Sam would see it first thing.

Hey, Sammy! Geez, you're getting old! Sorry, this is so late, but you know work... got torn up by a big dog (I swear it was a wolf) and had to get stitched up at the local ER. But, don't you worry 'bout me, you'd better be drunk or with some hot chick. Don't embarrass me by studying or some shit!

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

I've become so numb, I can't feel you there

I'm tired of being what you want me to be

Oct 28 2005


The front door opened. "Sam!"

"In here." Sam said as Reiko locked the door. "Reiko? Oh my God, what is it? What's wrong?"

"Lock the doors, check the windows. We don't have a lot of time." Reiko said. "In your hunting days with your dad and brother, did you find out how to get rid of a …"

"Warlock?" Sam was looking outside at Jeremy.

"I'm calling the cops," Reiko said.

"And tell them what?" Sam replied. "That your a kitsune and I'm a hunter. That some freak with powers beyond comprehension is trying to kill us? Even if the cops did come, they'd be no match for Jeremy, and we'd be next."

Reiko scanned through her online Grimoire. "I found the answer, come on."

They sat in a circle on the floor around a low table. Reiko placed candles in a circle around them.

"Okay, we've placed the nine candles anointed with oil and spices in a circle," Sam said. "Now what?"

"Alright, we need the poppet," Reiko said. "I hate resorting to Western Magic, but I have no choice. Warlocks are Western creatures."

"Right, we're set. Get ready to cast the spell." Sam said.

"Okay, first I'll make it stronger." Reiko got a rose and placed it on top of the poppet. "Tuum amare exarescet et recedent de vita et corde, adde me, Jeremy et vade in sempiternum ". She pressed the rose thorn into the poppet and placed it in the pot. "Okay, the spell's complete."

"Let's hope it works."

They watched the poppet and rose burn. It then exploded and caught on fire.

Jeremy was walking down the street then suddenly he started screaming in pain. Hundreds of thorns tore through his skin.

"Wait! It didn't work." Reiko said.

"What?" Sam said, concerned.

"The spell, it didn't work," Reiko confirmed.

"How do you know?" asked Sam

"Jeremy's right outside!"

They ran out of the room. They ran to the door and Sam opened it. Jeremy was standing there. Reiko screamed.

"Hello, there," Jeremy said. Sam stood in front of Reiko, and took a decorative knife she handed him.

"Just like we practiced sweetie," she said. "Channel your reiki."

They slowly walked backwards. Reiko used her power and her vines caught warlock, but he fought it and was soon coming again.

"Reiko get out of here now!" Sam said, but Reiko refused.

"Protecting her?You were always the tough one weren't you, Sam?" Jeremy said.

Reiko used her vines to throw Jeremy into the wall. She and Sam hid in the bedroom.

They pushed a dresser against the door and put a chair on top of it.

"My powers are stronger than yours, Reiko," Jeremy laughed. "Do you think a chair will stop me?" The chair slid off the dresser. "Do you think a dresser will stop me?" The dresser slid away from the door. "Have you humans figured it out yet? Nothing, nothing can keep us away." He laughed again.

"What do we do? We're trapped." Sam asked her.

The door exploded and there stood Jeremy. Reiko screamed.

"Come on, we'll face him together." Reiko caught her breath. "My spell, your knife. Together. One, two, three!"

"Tuum amare exarescet et recedent de vita et corde, adde me, Jeremy et vade in sempiternum!"

As Reiko spoke the words, Sam stabbed the gold sword into Jeremy's heart.

"I am not the only one!" Jeremy choked out. "I am one of millions! In places you can't even imagine! In forms you would never believe! We are hell on this earth! You will never be safe! And you will never be free!"

Jeremy exploded and disappeared.

Oct 31 2005

Stanford University

"Sam!" Reiko came around a corner; wearing a Little Mermaid costume. The photo of Mary and John from earlier was on the dresser. "Get a move on, would you? We were supposed to be there like fifteen minutes ago.

Reiko walked off.

"Sam! You coming or what?"

Sam poked his head around the corner. He was wearing jeans and three shirts, not a costume.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes! It'll be fun."

Sam came into the room.

"And where's your costume?"

Sam laughed and ducks his head. "You know how I feel about Halloween."


The bar was decorated for Halloween, including a gargoyle with cobwebs and a baseball hat that said "GET NAKED." Someone poured someone else a shot Everyone was in costume.

Reiko raised a glass as Luis in a ghoul costume came up to the table where Sam and Reiko were. Sam was still not in costume.

"So here's to Sam," Reiko said. "and his awesome LSAT victory."

"All right, all right, it's not that big a deal." Sam replied.

Reiko, Sam, and Luis clinked glasses.

"Yeah, he acts all humble," Reiko said. "But he scored a one seventy-four."

Luis drank his shot and so did Sam. "Was that good?"

"Scary good." Reiko drank.

"So there you go. You are a first-round draft pick. You can go to any law school you want!" Luis sat next to Sam.

"Actually, I got an interview here. Monday. If it goes okay I think I got a shot at a full ride next year." Sam smiled.

"Hey. It's gonna go great." Reiko comforted.

"It better," Sam said.

"How does it feel to be the golden boy of your family?" Luis asked.

"Ah, they don't know," Sam said.

"Oh, no, I would be gloating! Why not?" Luis asked.

"Because we're not exactly the Bradys," Sam replied.

"And I'm not exactly the Huxtables. More shots?" Luis said.

"No." Reiko and Sam said in chorus.

Luis went up to the bar anyway.

"No, seriously. I'm proud of you. And you're gonna knock 'em dead on Monday," Reiko said, "and you're gonna get that full ride. I know it."

"What would I do without you?" Sam asked.

"Crash and burn," Reiko said.

Reiko smiled.


Sam and Reiko lay in their bed, asleep. Reiko shifted position.

There was a sound outside the room, like a window opening. Sam opened his eyes. Reiko cracked an eye open, but didn't move as Sam left the bedroom and looks around the apartment.

A window was open; earlier it had have been closed. There were footsteps. Dean walked past the strings of beads at the far end of the hall. Sam moved to another part of the apartment and waited. Dean entered the room. Sam lunged forward and grabbed Dean at the shoulder. Dean knocked Sam's arm away and aimed a strike at Sam, who ducked. Dean grabbed Sam's arm, swung him around, and shoved him back. Sam kicks and was blocked, then pushed back into another room. If Dean hadn't seen Sam's face before, he sees it now; Sam gets his first glimpse of Dean. Dean elbowed Sam in the face; Sam kicked at his head. Dean ducked and swung and Sam blocked. Dean knocked Sam down and pinned him to the floor, one hand at Sam's neck and the other holding Sam's wrist.

"Whoa, easy, tiger," Dean said.

"Dean?" Sam breathed hard.

Dean laughed.

"You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's 'cause you're out of practice."

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and yanked, slamming his heel into Dean's back and Dean to the floor.

"Or not," Dean said.

Sam tapped Dean twice where Sam was holding him.

"Get off of me," Dean said.

Sam rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for a beer." Dean put his hands on Sam's shoulders, shook once, and let go.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Sam asked again.

"Okay. All right. We gotta talk," Dean said.

"Uh, the phone?" Sam said, annoyed.

"If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?" Dean pointed out.

Reiko turned the light on. Reiko was Japanese, had long auburn hair tied in a half ponytail and bright gren colored eyes. She was wearing very short grey sleep shorts and a cropped fox shirt. "Sam?"

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison.

"Reiko. Hey. Dean, this is my roommate, Reiko." Sam said.

Dean looked at her appreciatively.

"Wait, your brother Dean?"Reiko smiled. Sam nodded.

Dean grinned at her and moved closer. "Oh, I love foxes. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league."

"We're not together. Let me put something on." Reiko turned to go. Dean's voice stopped her.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously." Dean went back over to Sam without taking his eyes off Reiko. Sam watched him, his expression stony. "Anyway, I gotta borrow your roommate here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you."

"No." Sam went over to Reiko and put an arm around her. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

"Okay." Dean turned to look at them both straight on. "Um. Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

"So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later."

Dean ducked his head and looks back up. :Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days."

Sam's expression didn't change while he took this in. Reiko glanced up at him. "Reiko, excuse us. We have to go outside."


Sam and Dean headed downstairs. Sam had put on jeans and a hoodie.

"I mean, come on. You can't just break in, middle of the night, and expect me to hit the road with you." Sam said.

"You're not hearing me, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him." Dean pleaded.

"You remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine." Sam sighed.

Dean stopped and turned around. Sam stopped too.

"Not for this long. Now are you gonna come with me or not?" Dean asked.

"I'm not," Sam stated.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"I swore I was done hunting. For good." Sam said.

"Come on. It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." Dean started downstairs again. Sam followed.

"Yeah? When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a .45." Sam remembered.

Dean stopped at the door to the outside. "Well, what was he supposed to do?"

"I was nine years old! He was supposed to say, don't be afraid of the dark." Sam replied, infuriated.

"Don't be afraid of the dark? Are you kidding me? Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." Dean replied simply..

"Yeah, I know, but still. The way we grew up, after Mom was killed, and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her." Sam ranted.

Dean glanced outside.

"But we still haven't found the damn thing. So we kill everything we can find." Sam finished.

"We save a lot of people doing it, too." Dean reminded.

Sam paused before replying, "You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

Dean rolled his eyes and slammed the door open.

Parking Lot

There was a short flight of stairs from the door to the parking lot. Dean and Sam climbed it, still arguing

"The weapon training, and melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors," Sam said.

They crossed the parking lot to the Impala.

"So what are you gonna do? You're just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Was that it?" Dean asked.

:No. Not normal. Safe." Sam bit back.

"And that's why you ran away." Dean looked away.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam replied.

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead already. I can feel it." Dean said.

Sam was silent.

"I can't do this alone," Dean continued.

"Yes you can," Sam said, annoyed.

Dean looked down. "Yeah, well, I don't want to."

Sam sighed and looked down, thinking, then up.

Suddenly a young woman with long black hair in a high ponytail and bright blue eyes burst out of the car. "Are you guys done?"

Sitting in the backseat asleep was a girl with shorter dark hair, very pale skin, and clad in a blue sweater, fast asleep.

"Oh, Sam forgot to tell ya," grinned Dean sheepishly. "This is Kuri and Mana Hikawa, friends of mine. We met on a hunt. Me and Dad were after a shtriga when this girl comes in with her weirdo Japanese fighting style. She's a Shinto Hunter."

"Don't call me that," Kuri said. "I'm a miko."

"C'mon now," Dean said impishly.

"A real miko?" Sam said darkly. "Like the priestess?"

"No, like the powerful reiki fighter," corrected Kuri. "I've been teaching Dean here to channel his reiki and fight yokai."

"Yokai?" Sam asked. "Reiki?"
"Just words," replied Kuri. "Yokai is just a japanese word that encompasses all spirits, demons, and monsters. Not necessarily evil. Reiki means the energy that dwells within human life. I've been teaching Dean here to channel his reiki with the Reigan I gave him; I see you have Kuri's prize knife Shiken."

"Wait, my Kuri?" Sam was shocked.

"There's only one Kuri involved in hunting," Kuri laughed. "Kuri Hikawa, miko."

"Man," Dean said. "Did you know she was—"

"Of course I did," Sam said. "We talk about everything."

"Did she tell you about Mana?" Kuri asked.

"She's a priestess and Kuri's estranged sister," Sam said. "Is Dean really ok with that?"

"She saved Dean's ass," Kuri replied. "She saved him from a bullet using molecular deceleration."

"…Right," Sam said. "Now…what was Dad hunting?"

Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, then the spare-tire compartment. It was an arsenal. He propped the compartment open with a shotgun and dug through the clutter.

"All right, let's see, where the hell did I put that thing?" Dean muttered.

"Over here, babe," Kuri pointed.

"So when Dad left, why didn't you go with him?" Sam wondered.

"I was working my own gig with Kuri and Mana. This, uh, voodoo thing, down in New Orleans." Dean replied, still digging.

"Dad let you go on a hunting trip with the new girls?" Sam said incredulously.

Dean looked over at Sam. "I'm twenty-six, dude."

Dean pulled some papers out of a folder Kuri handed to him. "All right, here we go. So Dad was checking out this two-lane blacktop just outside of Jericho, California. About a month ago, this guy." Dean handed one of the papers to Sam. "They found his car, but he vanished. Completely MIA."

The paper was a printout of an article from the Jericho Herald, headlined "Centennial Highway Disappearance" and dated Sept. 19th 2005; it had a man's picture, captioned "Andrew Carey MISSING". Sam read it and glanced up.

"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam said.

Kuri shook her head. "Yeah. Well, here's another one in April."

Dean tossed down another Jericho Herald article for each date he mentioned. "Another one in December 'oh-four, 'oh-three, 'ninety-eight, 'ninety-two, ten of them over the past twenty years."

Dean took the article back from Sam and picks up the rest of the stack, putting them back in the folder. "All men, all the same five-mile stretch of road."

Kuri pulled a bag out of another part of the arsenal. "It started happening more and more, so John went to go dig around. That was about three weeks ago. Dean hadn't heard from him since, which was bad enough."

Dean grabbed a handheld tape recorder. "Then I get this voicemail yesterday."

He pressed play. The recording was staticky and the signal was clearly breaking up.

"Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

Dean pressed stop.

"You know there's EVP on that?" Sam said.

"Not bad, Sammy. Kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" Dean said.

Sam shook his head.

"All right. I slowed the message down, I ran it through a gold wave, took out the hiss, and this was what I got." Kuri said, using her own computer.

Dean pressed play again.

"I can never go home…"

Dean pressed stop.

"Never go home." Sam said.

Dean dropped the recorder, put down the shotgun, stood straight, and shut the trunk, then leaned on it.

"You know, in almost two years I've never bothered you, never asked you for a thing." Dean stated.

Sam looked away and sighed, then looked back. "All right. I'll go. I'll help you find him."

Dean nodded.

"But I have to get back first thing Monday. Just wait here." Sam turned to go back to the apartment. He turned back when Dean spoke.

"What's first thing Monday?"

"I have this...I have an interview." Sam admitted.

"What, a job interview? Skip it." Dean said.

"It's a law school interview, and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam said.

"Law school?" Dean smirked.

"So we got a deal or not?"

Dean said. nothing.


Sam was packing a duffel bag. He pulled out a large hook-shaped knife and slid it inside. Kuri came into the room.

"Wait, you're taking off?" Kuri asked.

Sam looked up.

"Was this about your dad? Is he all right?" Kuri asked.

"Yeah. You know, just a little family drama." Sam replied, going over to the dresser and turning on the lamp atop it.

"Your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip," Kuri said, sitting on the bed. Sam rummaging in one of the drawers and comes out with a couple shirts, which went in the duffel.

"So can I come?" Kuri asked.

"No," Sam stated sharply.

"What? Why?" Kuri said, annoyed.

"Because," Sam said. "I-I…I can't bring you into this."

"We've done it before," Kuri handed him the gold knife, then sighed. "If you can't bring me, fight with this. It'll be like I'm with you. Now…what about the interview?"

"I'll make the interview. This is only for a couple days." Sam replied.

Sam went around the bed. Kuri got up and followed. "Sam, I mean, please."

Sam stopped and turned.

"Just stop for a second. You sure you're okay?" Kuri said.

Sam laughed a little. "I'm fine."

"It's won't even talk about your family. And now you're taking off in the middle of the night to spend a weekend with them? And with Monday coming up, which was kind of a huge deal." Kuri said.

"Hey. Everything's going to be okay. I will be back in time, I promise." Sam kissed her on the cheek and left.

"At least be safe," Kuri said .

Centennial Highway

Jericho, California

A young man, Troy, was driving down the highway, talking on his cell phone. "Amy, I can't come over tonight. Because I've got work in the morning, that's why. ...Yeah, okay, I miss it and my dad's gonna have my ass."

There was high-pitched whine. Troy looked over and saw a woman in a white dress on the side of the road. She was moving as though dancing; she flickered, and for a moment she was

"Hey, ah, Amy, let me call you back?"

Troy tried several times to turn off the radio, which was flickering. Nothing happened. Troy pulled up next to the woman, whose dress was torn in several places, and stopped, leaning across the shotgun seat.

"Car trouble or something?"

There was a long pause.

"Take me home?" The voice was the same one from the altered voicemail.

Troy opened the passenger door. "Sure, get in."

The woman, who was barefoot, climbed in and closed the door.

"So, where do you live?" Troy asked.

"At the end of Breckenridge Road." the woman said.

Troy nodded.

"You coming from a Halloween party or something?" Troy asked.

The woman's dress was very low-cut. Troy noticed, stared, and looked away, laughing nervously. "You know, a girl like you really shouldn't be alone out here."

She looked at him mournfully, seductively, and pulled her skirt up over her thigh. "I'm with you."

Troy looked away. The woman took Troy's chin and turned his face towards her. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Troy nodded, eyes stuck on her cleavage. "Uh…huh."

"Will you come home with me?"

"Um. Hell yeah." He drove off.

They pulled up to an old abandoned house at the end of a road. The woman stared at it sadly.

"Come on. You don't live here." Troy said.

"I can never go home." the woman replied.

"What are you talking about? Nobody even lives here. Where do you live?" He turned, and she was gone. He checked the back seat, also empty, and got out of the car, nervous. "That's good. Joke's over, okay? You want me to leave?"

Troy looked around: no signs of life except crickets. He walked towards the house. "Hello? Hello?"

There was a picture of the woman and two children inside the house; the picture was covered in dust.

Troy peered through the hole in the screen door. A bird flew at his face, scaring him into falling over. He yelled, leapt to his feet, and ran back to the car. He got in and drove off.

Troy looked behind him—no one was there—then in the rearview mirror. The woman was in the back seat. Troy yelled again and drove straight through a "Bridge Closed" sign, stopping about halfway across the bridge. He screamed. Blood spattered the windows.

Nov 1, 2005

Gas Station

The Impala was parked in front of a pump. Kuri got texted a horrible premonition from her sister. She headed for Dean in the convenience mart, telling him about Troy's death in her sister's vision.

"All the more reason to find and gank whatever this is," Dean replied.

"Why do you have to use credit card scams to pay for hunting?" Sam accused Dean.

Dean just rolled his eyes. "We use poker earnings too."

"You need a better selection of music in your car," Sam said.

Dean replied, "House rules, Sammy."

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole." Dean, Mana, and Kuri chorused.

They drove off and passed a sign for Jericho. Ahead, they saw the bridge where the guy's car crashed the night before in her vision and lots of cop cars. Dean pulled up and took out a fake ID.

"Wait in the car," Dean said to Kuri and Mana, and the two brothers' questioned the cops posing as US Marshals. When they came back, they explained that the cop knew the latest victim, named Troy and that his girlfriend was putting up missing posters, but they had no leads to his whereabouts.

Downtown, they found Amy, policeman's daughter and Troy's girlfriend.

Before Dean could talk this time, Kuri spoke up. "Hey, you're the girlfriend right? He always talked about you. Troy is her cousin, and this is Mana, Sam and Dean. All cousins. Big family. We all want to help."

They went to a diner and sat down.

"He last spoke on his cell from his car," Amy said.

Amy's friend spoke up. "There's a local legend about a girl who died on Centennial Highway whose ghost hitchhikes and the drivers who has picked her up disappears."

Later, Sam and Kuri searched the net for news items concerning deaths on Centennial. Dean was eating take-out. They found an article about a woman who committed suicide after her 2 kids drowned mysteriously. It seemed Constance Welch jumped from a local bridge back in 1981, the same bridge where Troy's car was found.

They went to check out the scene where Constance died. Mana and Kuri were examining the area for reiki when they heard a BAM!

Dean had Sam pressed up against the fence. "Don't talk about her like that."

"Dean calm down," Kuri put a hand on Dean's shoulder and pulled him into an embrace.

Kuri glared at Sam over Dean's shoulder, indicating that he should apologize, but he didn't.

Suddenly, they spotted a ghostly woman in white jump from the bridge and a few minutes later Dean's car started on its own and tried to knock them down. They ran for it, but Dean ended up diving off the bridge. He survived, but got pretty muddy.

They booked into the same hotel their dad was in and checked out his room. There was a salt circle in front of the door, so John tried to keep something out. He also left all his stuff in the room. There were pictures stuck to the walls.

"Check it out," Sam said. "He solved it! It's a Woman in White!"

"Dad would have destroyed the corpse." Dean looked over the walls.

"Maybe the ghost has another weakness," Kuri said. "It said in the article that she had children, that makes her an ubume, meaning her children could be her weakness."

"Dad would still have dug her up," Dean said. "We're looking for Dad, not the ghost, and Dad doesn't know about ubume baby."

"Let's go talk to the dead woman's husband to find where she's buried," Mana suggested.

First, Dean decided to get cleaned up and go for food. He headed for the showers.

Dean was going for food when Mana saw the cops arresting him for impersonating a US Marshal. He grabbed his phone, calling to warn them to run for it.

Sam visited Mr. Joseph Welch, leaving Kuri and Mana at the hotel, not wanting her involved.

"I'm a journalist doing an article," Sam explained. "Was my associate, John, here by any chance?"

"John was there 3 or 4 days ago," Mr Welch said. "He asked where Constance was buried and what happened."

"I also need to know," Sam said. "Fact checking."

"Constance was buried at our old house," Mr Welch said.

"Were you ever unfaithful?" Sam asked.

The man got a strange look on his face, turned red, and ordered Sam out. Sam fathomed out Joseph was unfaithful and figured in temporary insanity, Constance killed her kids and herself when she found out, thus becoming a 'woman in white.' She now killed unfaithful men on the highway.

Dean called Sam who was on his way to the old Welch house where Constance was buried.

"I know you made the fake call to the sheriff to distract him," Dean said. "Dad left his journal, though he never goes anywhere without it. The numbers in Dad's diary are coordinates and Dad has left Jericho to go there."

Before they could discuss more, the woman in white appeared in front of Sam's car and he drove right through her. He yelled, and Dean knew something is wrong. The next minute, the woman in white was in the car with Sam.

"Take me home."

"I can't," he said.

She took control of the car and it drove on its own.

Mad as hell about being left out, Kuri and Mana commandeered motorcycles and rode to the Welch house just as the Impala pulled up.

Kuri's ears perked up and she heard from inside the car Constance's voice. "I can never go home."

"You can't hurt me, I've never been unfaithful!" Sam pointed out.

Kuri ran forward to the car as Constance jumped on Sam intent on making him unfaithful, but he refused to give into her seduction. She started to hurt him and she transformed into real, grotesque features as Sam screamed.

Dean showed up and shot the ghost with the Reigan Kuri tossed to him. It was a silver gun with gothic lolita charms hanging off of it, and it shot not bullets but reiki directly at the ghost, dissipating her.

Sam looked at Kuri and motioned for her to move, then drove the car straight into the house, taking Constance's spirit with him. Dean, Mana, and Kuri ran in and pulled Sam from the car, but Constance pinned them down with a desk. Kuri was scared, and reached out, but her powers were useless against a ghost.

Suddenly, Constance's dead kids' showed up. Kuri realized Constance was too scared to face her children because of the guilt of what she did. The kids took their mom's spirit back with them to the makai and all three apparitions vanished into a pool of water on the floor. Mana, Reiko, Sam, and Dean pushed free and got in their car.

On the way back they figured out their dad was in a place called Blackwater Ridge.

"I'm not going," Sam said. "I want to go back to Stanford for my interview."

Dean sighed and turned the car toward Stanford.

Nov 3 2005

Sam's Apartment

Stanford University

Sam let himself in. Everything was dark and quiet.

"Reiko?" Sam closed the door. "You home?"

Sam noticed a plate of chocolate chip cookies on the table, with a note that reads "Missed you! Love you!", next to a National Geographic. Sam picked one up and ate it as he snuck into the bedroom, smiling.

His smile disappeared as he saw a man holding Reiko to the wall, pinning her wrists with telekinetic abilities behind her back. She was rising to the ceiling.

"No!" Sam screamed and with the flick of a hand the demon hit the wall and then was gone before he could do anything. He grabbed Reiko and pulled her down and held her. Blood pooled from a wound in her abdomen, and Sam tried to staunch the bleeding.

Reiko's feet hit the floor and the movement returned to her body as her breathing slowly returned to normal. She collapsed into Sam's arms.

"I-I thought you were-" he began.

"I thought so too," Reiko whispered. "But I'm fine now."

A police car was parked outside the building, police keeping back gawkers.

"What did Sam want with you for so long." Reiko asked. "Checking for burns?"

"He proposed," Reiko replied. "I think."

"And you said …?" asked Mana.

"I didn't answer," Reiko replied. "He didn't really ask the question. He just, tossed me the ring and kissed me, then headed back to the impala. Should I even be thinking about this? I mean, considering what I am? Do we date? Me and Sam aren't really…"

Kuri laughed. "Not only do we date but we usually get the best guys.

"But this is different," Kuri said. "I wish there was a guy for me."

A dark haired, blue eyed man in a tan trench coat walked past Kuri. He gazed at the apartment, then headed around the corner.

"You will not be laughing when this happens to you. Believe me, everything will be different now." Reiko said.

"Well, at least our lives won't be boring." said Kuri.

"But they'll never be the same." Mana replied.

"And this is a bad thing?" Kuri asked.

"No. But it could be a big problem." Reiko said.

"But what can we do?" Mana asked. "The Winchesters know our secret now, and it won't be long before they learn the rest."

"We are gonna be careful, we're gonna be wise and we're gonna stick together." Reiko said. "Just like we always have."

"This should be interesting." Kuri said.

The two headed to the Impala, and met Dean there. Sam was standing behind the open trunk, loading a shotgun. Dean looked at the trunk, then at Sam, whose face was set in a mask of desperate anger.

Sam looked up, then sighed, nodded, and tossed the shotgun into the trunk. "We got work to do."

Kuri shut the trunk with her power.