Author's Note: So this is my first Supernatural fanfiction! I'm really excited and I hope you guys enjoy it :) I'm not good with the supernatural elements of the show so this is more a story about the boy's relationships. I hope I do it justice :)

*****************************January 13, 1997*****************************

Dean Winchester was seventeen years old and more handsome then any male model- even if he personally exploited it. He was only looking for a few things in life; he wanted his father's 1967 Chevy Impala, he wanted his little brother Sammy to grow up to be at least slightly less annoying, and he wanted ass. Nice, wholesale ass.

But instead of driving, Dean was riding bitch; and instead of shutting his cake hole, Sammy was blathering away in the back seat. And Dean hadn't gotten any in…two whole weeks!

"Why do I have to go? Can't I stay at the hotel?" Sammy whined in the backseat. Dean rolled his eyes, but didn't say anything. When John Winchester was around, he did the parenting. When he wasn't around- which was, admittedly, a great deal of the time- that was Dean's job. He considered times like these- when John wasn't hunting the supernatural- vacations from babysitting duty.

"You're too young to stay there by yourself, Sam." John replied simply.

"But I'm fourteen!" Sam complained. Dean was suppressing the urge to slap Sammy. Dean didn't put up with bullshit when he was babysitting.

"We're too far out of town for you to stay alone, Sam; you would be spending every night alone for two weeks. I won't allow that." John said sternly, glaring at his son in the review mirror.

A shiver ran up and down Dean's spine at the though of Sammy being left alone in a hotel for two weeks. Who would protect him? If Dean wasn't around, who was going to keep Sammy safe? That was Dean's job, and he did it damn well. The thought of failure made him cringe.

John Winchester dropped a folder in Dean's lap as they waited for Sam to finish his business at the local Gas 'N' Gulp. "What's this?" Dean asked as he opened the folder. Inside were a stack of papers; a biography, maybe; and a photo of a teenage girl.

"This is our next case. Meet Elita Mckee." John replied, pointing to the picture. Dean pulled it out of the flap and studied it.

She wasn't just pretty- hell she wasn't just gorgeous. She was almost angelic looking. She had long dark brown hair and piercing hazel eyes. Her features were petite but her lips…Dean stared at her kissable lips for a minute too long.

John grabbed the photo from his son and pointed to the bio. "Read that then give it to Sammy to read."

"He's working with us? I thought he was just going to hang around after school and stuff." Dean replied wearily. He hated having Sam on hunting trips.

"He has to man up to his responsibilities." John retorted sternly and Dean didn't say anything after that. He just looked down and began to read.

Elita Miracle Mckee

January 24, 1981 Akron, Ohio

Mother; Marge Mckee Martin- deceased

Father; Akriel

Stepfather; Al Martin- deceased

Half human-half angel.

"This isn't much of a bio, dad." Dean murmured as John Winchester drove the distance to Elita Mckee's South Dakota home. Sam was in the back seat, sleeping uncomfortably with his head propped against the cold window.

"That's because you have to read between the lines. Read what the words aren't telling you." John replied.

"How do I do that?"

"Read me a sentence from her bio." John requested and Dean stuck his nose back into the folder. Her resurfaced a second latter and turned to his father.

"Living alone since fourteen." Dead quoted and John absently scratched his chin.

"Well, we know her mother and step-father are both dead, and her biological father is an angel. So that sentence says her step-father and mother were both killed sometime two years ago. Give me another one."

"Ok, well," Dean said, reading as he spoke. "It says that a group of four demons attacked the family…two years ago. She survived, her parents didn't."

"You tell me what that means." John challenged and it was a second before Dean answered.

"I would say she's a good fighter. Two well trained hunters couldn't kill two demons; but one fourteen year old girl could. She's either one hell of a fighter or she's got something Holy in her." Dean summarized and John chuckled under his breath.

"Keep reading," John said and so Dean listened. And a minute latter Dean made a sound of appraisal.

"She has angle powers. But they aren't listed."

"That's because no one really knows the extent of her powers. There are millions of possibilities. Her mother didn't know a thing, her step-father was dumber then a box of rocks and Akriel is nowhere to be found. So it's all up to guessing."

"Does Elita know what she can do?" Dean asked, closing the folder. He could only take so much of this. He didn't even really believe in angles.

"For the most part, but she's not telling anyone."

******************************Present Day********************************

Dean was leaning over the engine of his 67' Chevy Impala, doing some work on the inside, when Sam snuck up behind him. "Whatcha doing?" he asked and Dean jumped.

The thud Dean's head made as it crashed into the hood made Sam laugh. Dean cursed wildly, rubbing the back of his head as he glared at his little brother. "Dude, don't sneak up on a man while he's working on a car. You could get a wrench shoved down your throat." Dean warned.

"I'll be sure to remember that," Sam said sarcastically with a smile. "Hey, so Bobby needs us inside for a minute. He says he's got something important for us to hear and that the Impala can wait."

"He has a case?" Dean asked as he wiped off his hands on an old red rag he'd found lying around the scrap yard Bobby called a backyard.

"I don't know," Sam said, lost in thought. "But we better get inside before he pulls out the shotgun."

The boys headed inside where Dean rinsed off his hands and grabbed a beer from the fridge. Bobby, already nursing his own beer, was sitting in the study behind his desk. The pile of ancient text books seemed to have grown larger and more confusing since Dean had gone outside. The last thing Dean wanted was to study more. He'd done enough of that for two lifetimes. He hoped Bobby had field work for them, not more studying.

"What's up Bobby?" Sam asked, sitting on the armrest of one of the many chairs in Bobby's office. Dean fell down onto the couch in the corner, exhausted.

"I might have a case for you two idjits." Bobby said and Dean sat up. "A girl in Salt Lake City died of asphyxiation while sleeping."

"How is that suspicious?" Sam asked, quizzically looking over the police report Bobby handed him.

"Yeah, Bobby. That sounds pretty cut and dry to me. Obviously someone was tired of having her around. She's surrounded by pillows…" Dean let his point settle in as he took a pull from his beer.

"There was no trace in her airways. So…was she suffocated?" Sam assessed after reading the autopsy report included in the police report.

"Her death has yet to be explained. All the police know is that Darla Savage went to bed a normal 13 year old girl; but didn't wake up." Bobby replied nonchalantly. Dean took a slow pull from her beer and stared at the floor boards.

"I'm game," Sam said easily. "I'm going stir crazy cooked up here."

"We don't even know if this is supernatural. It could be anything from a vengeful teenage girl to stressed parents. People kill each other all the time. And their getting clever- thanks to CSI. Why do we have to go?"

"True, but it's an excuse to get the hell out of here- no offense, Bobby." Sam replied and Bobby shrugged.

"None taken."

"Look," Sam said to Dean. "We either go together or I'll go by myself. Either way I'm getting out of South Dakota for a while. We've been here for almost a month, Dean; we need to take a case."

Dean couldn't deny that he was going a bit stir crazy as well. He'd spent almost every minute working on the Impala and when he wasn't doing that, Bobby had him researching. Shit was inches from hitting the fan and Bobby wanted to be ready. Too bad it was at the coast of Dean and Sam's sanity.

Dean actually wanted to take a case, he'd been looking for something- anything at all!- to get him out of Bobby's house, but nothing had come along. That is, until he found an article in the South Dakota tribute two days ago. A report that made him both cringe and smile.

As he packed up the few things he had, he pulled the newspaper clipping from his back pocket and read over it again.

Fire Destroys Empty Madison Home

A local Madison County home caught fire late Saturday night after being assumed vacant for almost 14 years. Police officials aren't certain what caused the fire, but everything within the house as well as the structure was burnt to ashes. There seem to be no record of ownership but the house was fully furnished. Very few personal items were recovered- enough to house one or two guests irregularly. Police have been digging around in the wreckage for a reason for the fire as well as any clues as to who owns the building.

If anyone has any information about the owner or the home itself, please contact the Madison County sheriffs department…

There was a list of numbers and office hours for the police station and next to the article was a picture of a very familiar home in Madison, South Dakota. The little green house with the white shutters and wrap around porch. The little dilapidated garden and the hand built garage in the backyard.

That story made Dean cringe because he'd spent two weeks in that house when he was 18 and they were some of the best and worst weeks of his adolescence. But more then his misspent youth, the picture brought back the memory of a past partner. A girl Dean had somehow fallen hard for. A girl he hadn't seen in over fourteen years; but he still thought about regularly.

He just hopped that where ever she was, close or far from him, Elita Mckee was safe.