It was a dark and stormy night. The roads this side of nowhere were narrow and slick with rain and the only light for miles was the lightning flashing in the distant sky. Sam was slumped in the passenger seat, snoring louder than the squeak of the windshield wipers.

Dean was fumbling with the radio and trying to stay awake long enough to get to the next town when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He straightened up, then slammed on the brakes when he saw what it was.

A figure -- a young woman -- in a rain-soaked dress was ambling down the center line.

"What the hell?" Sam exclaimed, startled out of sleep when the Impala swerved into the other lane. "Are you trying to kill us?"

"Would you rather I'd killed her?" Dean shot back, jabbing a finger in the direction of the woman -- hitchhiker? But what kind of hitchhiker wears a dress like that -- who'd now turned towards them.

"Well... no." Sam peered out the window and they both watched as she approached the car, head bowed against the elements. "Who in their right mind would be out in this weather... in that get up?"

"I have no idea," Dean answered.

The get up looked good on her though, Dean couldn't help but notice as she came around to the driver's side of the car. He rolled down the window and asked, "Are you okay, ma'am?"

"Oh, yes," she said and smiled at him, pushing wet blonde hair away from her face to reveal the clearest blue eyes. "I'm simply on my on way home." She pointed to a dirt road that forked off on the left.

"In the rain?" Sam muttered in aside.

Dean glared at his brother and then smiled at the girl. "Maybe we could give you a lift?" he asked. "Is it far up the road?"

"Not far," she answered.

"Well, hop in then!" Dean told her. He normally wouldn't pick up strangers in the middle of nowhere, but it was raining and she had the saddest look on her face. When she got in the back, he twisted around in his seat to look at her. "Name's Dean, this is Sam."

"Emmaline," she told them with a wistful smile. Water dripped from her hair onto the hands folded properly in her lap. "Thank you," she added and gave Dean directions to 'her daddy's farm" just a ways down the dirt rod she'd pointed out before.

"Stop!" she said a quarter mile later, causing Dean to hit the breaks a little harder than he'd planned. The car slid forward in the mud. "I need to get out here."

'Here' was right next to a small, overgrown patch of graves. There was a barn in the distance and a beat up mailbox next to the driveway.

"We can-- "

"No," she said. "You're a kind man, Dean Winchester," she told him as she got out of the car.

It was they were driving off that Sam asked, "how'd she know our last name?"

"No clue, I didn't --" Dean broke off, looking up into rearview mirror just in time to see the hitchhiker walk into the patch of graves and vanish. "What was that ghost story we were checking out again?"