Chapter 1

"You are so out of practice Sammy," Dean said. I rolled my eyes and went back into the kitchen. I was hungry and I saw a few apples on the counter. I grabbed one and headed back where the other two were. I took a huge bite out of it and noticed that Sam was now on top of Dean.

"Maybe not," Dean said, not liking the sudden leverage his younger brother had. He pushed Sam. "Get off of me."

Sam stood up and glared at us. I stood next to Dean when he got up and brushed himself off.

"What are you guys doing here?" Sam asked rudely.

"Hey Sam, how are you. We're fine, thanks for asking." I said sarcastically. Dean gave me a look and I turned to sit on the sofa chair that was nearby. Sam definitely was living in a comfortable place. It also had a woman's touch.

"We needed to talk to you," Dean said. "And if we had called, would you really have answered?"

Sam exhaled and averted his eyes from Dean. A girl came out of the bedroom in a really small Smurf's shirt and boxers. We all turned to look at her. I cleared my throat when Dean's eyes began to wander.

"What's going on?" She asked. Sam sighed.

"Guys, this is Jessica," he said. "My girlfriend. Jess, this is Dean and Rosemary."

"Wait, Dean and Rosemary, like your brother and sister?" She asked. I stood back up to stand next to Dean, surprised that he had told people about us.

"Well, uh, Rose isn't exactly our sister," Dean said, awkwardly. It was definitely strange to think of Dean as my brother.

"I thought you guys adopted her?" She asked Sam. He nodded and we followed in suit. Dean and I forgot that Sam didn't know we had been together now for more than three years. Wow, three years was a long time. Normal couples would probably be engaged at this point.

"I like the Smurfs," Dean said. I smacked the back of his head.

"Stop being a pervert. That is Sam's girlfriend," I told him. Yes, we had been together for this long and he still tried to flirt with other girls. It used to hurt but I came to terms with the fact that it was who Dean was and it's not like I don't appreciate a good looking fellow. But it was still annoying when he blatantly ogled at someone.

"Right," Dean said. "Well, we have to borrow your boyfriend here for some family business, but uh, nice meeting you."

She looked to Sam. Sam moved to stand next to her.

"No, whatever you have to say you can say in front of her." Dean and I glanced at each other and I shrugged.

"Fine, well, Dad hasn't been home in a few days." Dean said.

"So he's been working overtime. It's not the first time he hasn't been home when he said he was going to be." He said, crossing his arms. Wow, he really wasn't the Sam that we used to know. I mean, besides being a super giant now, he was kind of an asshole.

"He went on a hunting trip," I told him, stressing on the 'hunting' part.

"And he hasn't been home in a few days," Dean reiterated.

Sam was quiet for a few moments. "Jess would you excuse us. We have to go outside."

...

We went out of the apartment and started heading outside.

"You can't just do this, you guys. You can't break into my apartment and expect me to drop my life to help you on some wild goose chase to find Dad." Sam said.

"You're not hearing what we're saying, are you?" Dean asked. "He's missing. We need you to help us find him."

"He's always missing," Sam said. "Do you remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gate? He was missing then too, he's always missing."

"Not for this long, Sam." I snapped.

"Are you coming or not?" Dean asked him, stopping and turning around.

"No," Sam said. I turned around and headed out of the building.

"I told you it was a lost cause Dean. This isn't the Sam we used to know." I called over my shoulder. I stopped at the door when I heard them still bickering.

"Why not?" Dean asked.

"Because I swore when I left that I was done with all of it. I'm done with hunting. For good."

"Come on," Dean pressed, starting to walk towards me. "Sure, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad."

"Are you kidding me? When I told dad I was afraid of what was in my closet he gave me a .45!"

For good reason, there had been a poltergeist in there.

"What else was he supposed to do?" Dean asked, obviously thinking the same as me. They stopped right in front of me.

"I don't know, Dean," he said sarcastically, "maybe tell me it was okay, tell me I shouldn't be afraid of the dark."

"Seriously?" I asked.

"Of course you should be afraid of the dark. You know what's out there." Dean added.

"I was nine, you guys." Sam said.

"So was I," I countered.

"Yeah, but still," wow, Sam really didn't want to come with us. "I mean, the way we grew up after mom was killed. And his stupid obsession to find what killed her."

"So?" I asked.

"It's been how long?" Sam asked. "We've never found the damn thing."

"Do you know how many lives we've saved?" Dean asked.

"Especially after you left," I added. Sam glared at me and then turned back to Dean. I made my way back to the Impala, the other two following me. I stopped listening to them and I got into the front seat of the car and left the door open so I could still hear them. Okay, so I only wanted to give the illusion that I wasn't listening to them.

"So you just wanna live some apple-pie life?" Dean asked, stopping to turn around and face him.

"No, safe." Sam said.

"That's why you left?"

"I was just going to college. Dad was the one who said that if I was going to leave to stay gone." He smiled softly, bitterly, and Dean's jaw tightened. Maybe he finally understood what a horrible idea this was. We seriously could do this without Sam. "That's what I'm doing."

"Yeah, well Dad's in real trouble right now. If he's not dead all ready. I can feel it." Dean was really good at knowing when trouble was brewing. Dean glanced back at me in the car and I sat forward. Dean looked back at Sam. "Look, we can't do this alone."

"Yes you can," Sam said. Hey, at least we agreed on something. Dean looked away.

"Yeah, well," Dean sighed and glanced at me softly, "I don't want to."

My heart dropped. He missed Sam. After all these years, after all the crap, after all the hurt and pain. He still missed Sam. Sure I went through moments when I relived the emotions of losing my best friend, but over the years Dean replaced him. Dean, besides being my boyfriend, was my best friend now. Sam lost that spot and now he was the gum under my shoe.

Sam exhaled and they were silent for a moment.

"What was he hunting?" I got out of the car and leaned against the trunk as Dean made his way over, Sam following close behind. Dean opened the trunk and lifted the fake bottom where we hid all our weapons. We had organized them all a while back, which made it look more professional, at least to a freelance hunter's perspective.

Dean started looking for the paperwork we had found.

"Where is it?" He asked me.

"It's in my journal," I told him.

"So wait, why weren't you guys with dad when he left?" He asked, looking up at me and then back to Dean. Dean looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"The last we saw him was in Oregon months ago in June." I said. "We kept in touch over the phone every few days until July."

"We were just hunting our own gig down in New Orleans." Dean glanced up at me and we smirked. We had stayed an extra day and partied a little too hard. We had gotten pretty cross-fazed. Dean cleared his throat. "It was this voodoo thing."

"Dad lets you go on a hunting trips by yourself?" Sam asked, skeptical. Usually when we had split when Sam was still with us, we were only ever allowed to do research and wait for John to come back before we actually hunted the thing. But seriously, we weren't teenagers anymore.

"We're 26 and 23, dude." Dean finally pulled out the papers. "Here we go,"

I grabbed my research from him. He tried to take credit for my work a lot. He gave me a look of innocence.

"He was working a job outside Jericho, California." I said. "About a month ago this guy," I handed him the top sheet, "they had found his car on a bridge but he had vanished."

"Completely MIA." Dean added. Sam shrugged.

"So maybe he was kidnapped." Sam said. I rolled my eyes and Dean took the rest of the papers from me, laying them out one by one.

"Yeah, well there was another one in April, one in December '04, '03, '98, '89."

"Ten of them," I said. "over the past twenty years."

Dean took the papers back from Sam.

"All of them men, all on the same 5 mile stretch of road." Dean said. "Dad went to check it out three weeks ago and we haven't heard from him since."

"And if that wasn't enough," I said sarcastically. Dean sighed and pulled out his cell phone.

"We got this voice mail from him yesterday," Dean played it for him. We listened to John tell us to be very careful and everything else and the whole message was warped.

"You know there's E.V.P. on that?" Sam asked. Dean nodded.

"Not bad Sammy; kinda like riding a bike, isn't it?" He said. "We slowed the message down on Rose's computer and ran it through a Gold Wave and this is what we got."

He played the recording. It was a woman. "I can never go home."

"Never go home?" Sam asked.

"It's been more than three years," Dean said, standing up and taking a different approach. "We haven't bothered you for that long. We've never asked you for a thing."

He threw the paperwork in the trunk and looked at Sam. I bent down to slide them back into my journal. I wasn't letting the trunk turn back into a mess so soon. He sighed and nodded.

"Fine, all right. I'll go and help you find him." He gave us a look. "But I have to get back first thing on Monday. Wait here, I'll be back."

"What's on Monday?" Dean asked.

"I have a, uh, an interview." Sam said, cautiously.

"What for?" I asked.

"Like a job interview?" Dean asked. "Skip it,"

"I can't skip it. It's a law school interview and it's my whole future on a plate." Sam said, smiling a little.

"Law school?" Dean asked, skeptical. Yeah, I hadn't ever really pictured Sam as a lawyer either.

"Yeah," Sam said quickly. "So, deal or not?"

Dean rolled his eyes and waved Sam off before we got into the car. Sam went to pack a bag and to tell Jess he'd be gone for the weekend. Dean and I waited for him in the car.

"You okay with this?" Dean asked as we watched Sam go back inside. I sighed lightly and turned to look at Dean.

"You know every single thing I've thought about Sam since he left," I told him, "do you think I'm all right with this?"

"It'll be fine." Dean told me. "He doesn't want to stay, anyway. He'll be gone by Monday."

"Are we really going to find John by Monday?" I asked. Dean looked me in the eyes and I could tell he didn't really know. "And are we going to tell Sam that we're together?"

"It's none of his business." Dean said, grabbing the wheel and looking out the front window. He relaxed and then turned to look back at me. "Do you want him to know?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. He's going to be out of our lives again in a few days, so why bother?"

Dean nodded. "That's the spirit."

...

We stopped at a gas station in Jericho and Dean went inside to get something to eat while we filled the car with gas. I was sitting in the back seat, and let me tell you, I was not happy about it. I haven't had to sit in the backseat since I was in high school. Dean came out with a thing of cinnamon PopTarts for me and held up his other hand full of junk food.

"You want breakfast?" He asked Sam. Sam cringed his nose at what Dean had as he went through the box of our cassettes.

"No thanks," he said. He glanced back at him. "So how do you pay for that? You guys still running credit card scams?"

"Well, hunting isn't exactly a pro-ball career." Dean said, putting the gas nozzle back on its machine.

"All we do is apply for them, it's not our fault that they send us the cards." I added, breaking off a piece of my PopTart and putting it in my mouth. Sam rolled his eyes.

"What names did you guys put down?" He asked.

"Uh," Dean got back into the driver's seat. "Bert Aframian, his son Hector and Hector's wife Wendy."

"We got three cards out of the deal," I said. Sam laughed and nodded.

"Sounds about right," he tossed the cassettes he was holding back into the box. "You gotta update your cassette collection."

"Why?" Dean asked, a little insulted.

"Well, they're cassettes for one thing. But, Black Sabbath? Journey? Metallica? Heart? And is this really Backstreet Boys?"

"What's wrong with Heart?" I asked. Dean grabbed Metallica out of Sam's hand.

"Yeah, well it's driver's rules Sammy. Driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cake-hole." I smirked and leaned forward so I could look between the two.

"I think I'm feeling Cheap Trick today, Dean." Dean groaned and put the Metallica tape back in and grabbed the Cheap Trick.

"Wait, Cheap Trick?" Sam asked with a smile, looking between the two of us. "Dean doesn't like Cheap Trick."

"Nope, but I do," I said, leaning back in my seat. Sam turned back to glance at me before looking back at Dean as he put in the cassette.

"So, you'll play Rose's music but you won't listen to my suggestion? I'm your brother." Sam said. Dean exhaled and twitched his nose. His usual remark would be that I'm his girlfriend, but we weren't playing that card around Sam. Plus that deal we had made in Santa Cruz was still in full effect. He still kicked himself for making that deal with me.

"Yeah, well," Dean tried to think of a reason that wasn't because I was his girlfriend and he was totally whipped. "Driver's rules. Shotgun picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole and backseat trumps all."

...

While we drove into Jericho Sam called the hospital and the morgue to see if there was anyone there who could be John but there wasn't. Up ahead there was a road block in front of a bridge and I leaned forward to look.

"Check it out," Dean said, pulling over. He reached into the glove box and pulled out our fakes, handing me mine. Sam was staring at us like we were crazy as we got out of the car.

"You guys have," Sam asked incredulously, not finishing his sentence because of all the cops around. We ignored him.

"We should be dressed more professionally than this," I muttered to Dean while Sam stumbled out of the car, still in shock, and followed after.

"No time for that," Dean said. We walked past the caution tape and looked around. There was a blue car, empty, with no body seen anywhere. This was definitely linked to everything. Dean and I exchanged looks. I heard two police officers talking about how the missing guys' girlfriend was putting up posters downtown.

"You fella's had another one just like this last month, didn't you?" Dean asked as we approached the officer.

"Who are you?" he asked. Dean and I flashed him our fakes while Sam stood off to the side not knowing what to do.

"Federal Marshals," I said. He glanced between the three of us, obviously skeptical.

"Young for Marshals, aren't you?" He asked.

"That's awfully kind of you," Dean said, smirking. I checked in the car while Sam awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to do.

"But you did have one just like this a month ago, right?" I asked. He sighed and nodded.

"Yeah, about a mile up the road." He said.

"You knew the victim?" Sam asked, finally moving from his spot. The officer nodded.

"Any connections between the victims?" Dean asked.

"Besides the fact that they were all men." I added. The officer shook his head.

"None."

"So what are your theories?" Sam asked.

"Honestly, we have no clue." The officer said. "It could be anything."

"Well, that's just the kind of crack police work that I'd expect out of you guys." Dean said. I bit my lip to keep from smiling. What a usual Winchester remark. Sam didn't think so as he stepped on Dean's foot.

"Thanks for your time," Sam said. We headed back to the car. I noticed a few FBI coming our way. Dean smacked Sam on the back of the head.

"What was that for?" Sam asked.

"Why did you step on my foot?" Dean countered.

"Why do you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam argued right back.

The FBI and a sheriff who was with them were coming closer.

"Guys, knock it off." I said.

"Come on, they don't really know what's going on." Dean said. I sighed. "We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're gonna find dad we've gotta get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."

The two headed right into the sheriff and FBI agents.

"Can I help you?" The sheriff asked. Sam looked nervous and looked away.

"No sir, we were just leaving." Dean said. We walked past and Dean muttered about the agents, calling them names as they passed.

"So what now?" Sam asked.

"I heard two police officer's saying that the missing guy's girlfriend was hanging up posters." I said. "We should find her and talk to her."

Dean started up the engine as we got in the car, me sitting in the back again. He drove around until we saw a depressed looking girl hanging up posters of the missing guy everywhere she could. Dean parked and we got out.

"Let me handle this," I told the two. Dean looked insulted.

"What?" He asked. "What do you think would happen if we tried to talk to her?"

"I think you'd end up making her feel worse and make her not want to tell us anything," I told him. Sam didn't say anything and Dean tried to defend himself. I cut him off. "Please, we've spent how much time together and you think I don't know you well enough? Give me some more credit here."

I turned around and walked up to the girl, the two following me.

"You're Troy's girlfriend, right?" I asked her as she put up another sign.

"Yeah," she said. She looked between the three of us. "Who are you?"

"We're his aunt and uncles," Dean said. I tried not to turn around and glare at him. She narrowed her eyes at us.

"He's never mentioned you before," She said.

"Yeah, well, we're not from around here." I said.

"We're in Modesto," Dean added.

"Anyway, we're looking for him too. And we're kinda asking around," Sam said, stepping up. I bit my lip and tried not to roll my eyes. What happened to leaving it to me? Dean asks for his help and all of a sudden Sam's walking around like he owns the place. I took a deep breath to calm myself. He wouldn't be here long, he'd be gone by Monday, maybe before that.

...

Her friend joined us in a diner while we asked them questions. Dean helped me into one side of the booth and he sat down quickly next to me as Sam was about to sneak in. The two girls sat in front of us and Sam got a chair to sit on the end with. Dean went to put his arm around my shoulders out of habit but left it on the back of the seat when he noticed Sam watching.

"We were talking on the phone," Troy's girlfriend, Amy, said. "He was on his way home and he said that he would call me right back but he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange?" I asked.

"Or out of the ordinary?" Sam added. She shook her head.

Dean and I glanced at each other. We probably weren't going to get much out of them. They didn't really know anything. Sam had a different approach.

"I like your necklace," He told Amy. I looked down at the pentagram around her neck.

"Thanks," she said, looking down at it. "Troy gave it to me, to freak my parents out. You know, the whole devil worshipping thing."

I almost rolled my eyes. If only they knew. Dean turned his head and ducked it down near my ear.

"I think Sammy's flirting," I rolled my eyes and rested my hand on his thigh, near his crotch. I felt him stiffen and I couldn't help but smirk. Sam was still talking about the necklace, telling the girls what it really meant. They wouldn't believe it.

"All right," Dean said, clearing his throat and leaning forward to brush my hand away from him without causing suspicion. "Look, with the way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything,"

The two girls glanced at each other as Dean trailed off. I sat forward a little too.

"What is it?" I asked. Amy's friend spoke up.

"Well, it's just, with all these guys gone missing, people talk." She said.

"What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean asked at the same time. I stared at the two in horror. That was too weird.

"Well," Amy's friend continued, "it's kind of this local legend. This girl was murdered out there like, decades ago. They say she's still out there. She hitchhikes along the road and whoever picks her up disappears forever."

The three of us glanced at each other. Time for research.

...

We went to the local library and we each crowded around one of the computers. I did a search in the newspaper database for 'female murdered hitchhiking' but got no results.

"Try 'female murdered centennial highway'," Dean said. I typed that in but there was still nothing.

"Let me try," Sam said. I waved him away.

"I got it," I said. Sam rolled his eyes and pushed my rolly chair away from the computer before he took my place.

"Watch it control freak," Dean said. I scooted back over to them and resisted the very strong urge to punch Sam in the face. Dean rested his hand on my shoulder and squeezed, telling me to let it go.

"Angry spirits are born out of violent deaths right?" Sam said. I nodded.

"So, then it doesn't have to be murder." He replaced 'murder' with 'suicide' and clicked the search. I felt like kicking myself when one article popped up. I should have thought of that. We had dealt with suicides before.

"Like that school teacher from a few years ago," I said, glancing down at the two long scars on my arms. Sam glanced at them.

"Holy crap, I didn't see those." He said. I smirked.

"War wounds," I said.

"How many other scars have you gotten since I've been gone?" He asked. I tensed. Did he mean beside the huge one he left me with when he ran away? I thought back and shrugged.

"Don't really remember." I said. Sam let it go and clicked on the article.

"1981, Constance Welch, 24, jumped off the Sylvania Bridge and drowned in the river." I leaned forward to read the article.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked. I nodded.

"An hour before they found her she called 911." I said. I bit my lip and sat back. "Her two little kids were taking a bath, she left them alone for a minute and when she came back they weren't breathing."

Sam read a quote and I looked at the pictures in the article.

"It's the same bridge that the guy's car was found." I said.

...

...

Yay! I finally uploaded the beginning of the sequel! It took me way longer than I thought it was going to but I've really been trying to focus on my schoolwork first. I usually have problems delegating my time wisely and end up leaving homework for last so I'm trying to make a better effort.

Here's an important note: For a while I'm going to be following along with the T.V. episodes and it's going to probably be really redundant when I use basically the same lines from the show. But if you guys stick with it, I promise I break off from the show eventually. For the sake of my plot I needed a few key things to happen correlating with the show. But I promise it gets real interesting and new later on. :)

So please, please, please leave me a review and let me know what you think! Chapter 2 will be uploaded this weekend.

-Erin