Here is story #2, I hope you like it.

(BTW, the rating is just a precaution. There may be some racial violence later.)

DISCLAIMER: I do not now, nor have I ever owned the Winchesters or anything else recognizable in this story.


PROLOGUE

September 1st, 1994

Caroline checked her watch. Five minutes to go. She started to pull out the food, arranging it in the center of her blue flannel blanket. She knew her mom would freak if she found sand on it, but didn't care. This was special. It's not everyday a girl celebrates a three month anniversary with the world's most perfect guy. Pulling the bottle of sparkling cider out Caroline sighed. She had meant to snatch a bottle of her dad's wine as a surprise, but this would have to do.

Checking her watch, she saw there were two more minuets until he arrived. Caroline pulled a small mirror out of her purse and checked her make up. This was was no easy task with only candles and moonlight, and, the fact it was a crescent moon didn't help any. Another glance told her she had only one minuet to go. Caroline smoothed her cream colored skirt, straighted her pink blouse, and got the stereo ready. Everything had to be perfect when he arrived.

As minutes turned to hours Caroline watched the moon cross the sky over the lake. The candles had burned down... the food had gone cold... and still she was alone. Her watch told her it was now midnight, a full three hours after he promised to show up. With a heavy heart, she slowly put the food back into the picnic basket. He had given his word he would be there. She told him she had a big surprise for him... and he forgot. She wiped her tears with the corner of the blanket before folding it.

"I guess," she whispered to the night, "Dean Winchester is not the prince I thought he was."

CHAPTER 1

Sam closed the book he was reading, stretched out on his bed, and rubbed his eyes.

"What time is it?" He mumbled.

"Time for you to get a watch."

He groaned at his brother's lame joke and sat up so he could see the clock on the nightstand. 6:28pm.

"Dude," He set the book aside, "I don't think we are going to find a connection here."

Sam watched Dean carefully flip through old newspaper articles.

"People are going missing Sammy, and their has to be a connection somewhere."

"Yeah, I know, Dean. But we have been are this almost nonstop for over ten hours. There has to be a faster way."

"Well, if you have any ideas please feel free to speak up. Until then, we hit the books." His stomach growled, "AFTER we eat."

Sam smiled and shook his head. Very few things could distract his brother on a hunt... food was right near the top. Glad for a break, he shut down his laptop and put it in his bag.

They found a western style bar that advertised "the best buffalo wings around", and decided to try it out. When they came in a petite girl in a cute little cowboy outfit approached them. She was slender with short curly brown hair and bright green eyes.

"Well hey there," she had a strong southern accent, "how you boys doin' tonight?"

"Better now. Name's Dean." Dean flashed one of his famous grins.

"I'm Peggy." She smiled back, her green eyes giving him a once over.

Sam rolled his eyes at him and wondered off to find a table, leaving Dean to get to know Peggy.

He sat down at the table and placed their order with the first waitress that passed. Getting bored with waiting, he flipped out his cellphone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Bobby. It's Sam."

"Hi Sam, how are you doing? Are you keeping Dean out of trouble?"

Sam looked in his brother direction and saw a few more girls had joined Peggy.

"You know Dean."

"That's not very reassuring, Sam."

Sam laughed, and turned his attention to the task at hand.

"Listen, Bobby, we are on a hunt and don't even have a clue what we are up against. You see, there are these disappearances, but they seem to be at random."

"Are you sure it's our kind of job?"

"Unless there is a 150 year old serial killer running around."

"How many victims?"

"Last count was 33, but if we don't stop him there will me three more soon."

"What's the pattern?"

"Six people every 24 years."

"And how do they die?"

"The bodies show signs of torture, but since they are found mutilated, no one is sure exactly how they died."

"Well, I'll see what I can find out for you."

"Thanks Bobby. For some reason, I just can't concentrate recently."

There was silence on the other end for a minute.

"When was the last time you talked to Julius?"

Sam sighed. It had been almost a month since he left his son in New York and he missed him like crazy.

"You think that's the problem?"

"H*%^, Sam, I KNOW that's the problem. When your dad was out of contact with you and your brother for more then a couple of weeks … let's just say, I lost count of the number of times Caleb or me dialed Dean's number and put the phone in his hands just so he could focus. Take my advice, call your boy before you loose your mind."

Sam smiled. Bobby always had the answer, even when the question wasn't asked. He hung up and scrolled through his contacts until he found the number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Julius. It's Dad ..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dean's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dean walked over to his brother, proudly showing off the three phone numbers in his hand. Sam had a real smile on his face, a sight that had been missing the last couple of days.

"You look happy."

"So do you."

"Yes, but I just hit it off with three incredible girls. What did you do?"

"I called my son."

Dean rolled his eyes, his brothers sense of fun had gotten way tamer since he found out he was a parent, but at least he was happy. Dean, however, refused to be pulled into the dull life and firmly stuck to his bachelorhood. Pretty soon, the waitress showed up with the food and beers Sam had ordered while waiting. As they ate their chicken, they reviewed the case that had them stumped for the last week.

"Okay, so three people have gone missing in this area." Sam began.

"I know this part." Dean groaned. "Their bodies are found one week after they go missing torn to shreds … the police think it's a serial killer … yada yada."

"Three people have died this year," Sam continued, "and three more will if we don't stop it."

"And we don't even know WHAT the b*s%a$d is."

"I called Bobby. He'll let us know if he finds anything."

Dean's attention was diverted when a gorgeous woman walked up to the microphone.

"Hi everyone. This first song is one that really hits home for me. I hope you enjoy it."

Dean barely paid attention to the music as he studied the tall beauty. She had long silky blond hair and sparkling gray-blue eyes. Her voice was like an angel's would have been, if he thought they were real. As she started singing he heard her words and they pulled him back to a summer he had all but forgotten.

"He said the way my blue eyes shined
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said: "That's a lie."
Just a boy in a Chevy truck
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck
On back roads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone ..."

His mind saw a teenage girl smiling at him, with wide curious eyes. Sneaking off to the lake late at night ... eating Popsicles while laying on the warm hood of the Impala ... getting caught making out behind her shed ... falling asleep on the shore of the lake in each other's arms ...

"September saw a month of tears
And thankin' God that you weren't here
To see me like that ..."

He felt a wave of guilt when he remembered that he left town without even saying goodbye. Not that it was his fault. It was a spur of the moment thing, a witch was sacrificing people and Dad needed help … not that he could tell her that.

"When you think happiness
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw

I hope you think of me-"

"Dean!?"

He was suddenly jerked out of his memories and saw Sam staring at him.

"Dude, were just listening to a COUNTRY song?"

"No!" Dean scoffed. "But I WAS looking at the country singer."

He fixed his eyes on the way she swayed back and forth, trying to ignore the lyrics and burying the thoughts deep in his mind were they belonged.

After a few more songs, the singer went over to the bar close to were the boys were sitting.

"Why don't you call your kid again," he suggested to Sam. "This may take a while."

He got up and casually walked over to her.

"Hi, I'm Dean."

She looked at him carefully, then her eyes grew wide.

"This will sound REALLY weird, but have you ever had a black 1967 Chevy Impala?"

Dean was taken aback by the question.

"Yes ..." He spoke slowly, wondering if he would have been better off staying in his seat.

"You're Dean Winchester!"

He saw Sam straighten in his chair when she shouted out his name, looking around to see who else heard. The woman gave Dean a hug, while he was still trying to figure out what just happened. When she pulled back she had tears in her eyes.

"I can't believe it's really you."

"I'm sorry have we met?"

"Dean, that song … it was for us." She whispered.

He looked at her closely, suddenly seeing the girl he had all but forgot.

"Caroline?"

"So you do remember me?"

"Of course I remember you. How could I forget?"

He noticed Sam had joined them.

"Sam, do you remember Caroline?"

He gave him a strange look, before it occurred to him that Sam had only been eleven years old that summer.

"Um … almost 13 years ago, Lakeland, Georgia."

Recognition flashed over his brother's face.

"Oh, that girl that you got grounded over after you stayed out all night?"

She laughed while Dean glared at him. Of course he had to remember THAT!

"Oh, yeah the lake," she sighed. "Remember all those nights we spent there?"

"Yeah, turning up the music in the Impala so we could hear it by the water."

"Yeah, and that time I made the homemade picnic with all you favorite foods."

Dean wracked his memory and came up empty.

"Don't you remember that special night?"

"Of course I do."

Now when was it …

"No, you don't," her smile suddenly faded, "because you never showed up! I waited for you for three hours watching the candles burn down. You promised you would be there and I find out the next day your whole family skipped town. No phone call, no note, just gone!"

Dean looked at Sam, but his kid brother just looked amused. He'd have to get him back later. Turning back to Caroline, he said the first thing that came to mind.

"I'll make it up to you."

"How?"

"Anything you want."

He mentally kicked himself, but decided not to take it back when he saw how happy Caroline looked.

"Great." She took his hand a and scribbled an address on his palm. "Meet me at my favorite diner, 9:00 tomorrow morning. Here's were it's at. I'll buy you two breakfast and tell you how you can repay me."

With that she was gone.

"Wow, Dean," Sam grinned, "you sure have a way with the ladies."

"Shut up." Dean muttered, studying the address.

He hoped that he didn't just make a huge mistake.

The next morning, he and Sam walked into the small diner just a few minuets early. She was already there, sitting on one of the stools at the long counter. Despite the time, there were very few customers. A couple sat in a booth in the corner sharing a large plate of pancakes, a woman read a book by the window while she ate her oatmeal, and a kid sat next to Caroline, absorbed in her biscuits and gravy. Caroline waved them over and they sat at the counter.

"Deb, get them whatever they want and put it on my tab."

"Sure thing, hon." The waitress replied, cheerfully, as she filled up the kid's orange juice.

Caroline smiled at the boys and picked up her purse.

"Well, I'm off."

Now Dean was really confused.

"Hold it." He caught her by the arm. "You said you wanted me to do something for you."

"Oh yeah."

She pointed to the girl on the stool.

"Dean, this is Nicki ... Nicki, this is you father … BOND."


Now Dean gets his turn to play dad ... but where Julius was an angel, Nicki ... you'll just have to wait and see. :)

I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can. In the mean time, I would loved to hear from you. :)