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STAR-CROSSED FORSAKEN

Ch. 1

It was 9.00pm when a black and silver 1967 Chevy Impala streaked along a dark and empty road. The two occupants were both men, brothers who hunted the supernatural.

Dean Winchester, the eldest of the two, was driving. He never paused to contemplate his reflection in the rear-view mirror but if he had he would have seen a handsome dark haired, stunningly green eyed, self-confident reflection of himself gazing out.

Sam Winchester, Dean's younger brother, was stretched out in the passenger seat fast asleep with his mouth slightly open. Sam's hair was longer and darker than his brother's and curled softly around his neck. His eyes, if they had been open, would have been a beautiful blue-green colour. He was frowning, as if caught in a horrible nightmare.

Dean was aware of this but he shrugged it away. Considering the things that the brothers had faced, Sam probably was having a horrible nightmare.

Dean was just trying to invent an original way to rudely awaken his brother – one that he hadn't used more than a dozen times already – when his cell phone began to ring, playing the tune of a newly released song.

"Damn Sam." Dean grumbled reaching for it, "he's changed the frickin' ringtone again."

Sam stirred in the passenger seat as Dean answered the phone. By the time he had sat up, the conversation had ended. The conversation had been so short Sam merely assumed that it was a…

"Wrong number?"

"New case," Dean replied, "Dad wants us in Minnesota."

"Dad." Sam couldn't hold out the scorn in his tone. "He swore that the three of us would stick together, Dean. He agreed that we are stronger as a family. And after all the time we spent looking for him, he pissed off again." Sam felt it was right for him to grouse. He and Dean had searched for their father for almost six months. Finally after discovering him, they had convinced him that they were stronger as a family. And now he was AWOL again. Would they ever be able to find him without him disappearing?

"How far?"

Dean's voice shocked Sam from his thoughts. "I have no idea, Dean!" Sam began to get worked up and his voice reached a fevered pitch, "Hell, if I knew where he was, we'd be standing in front of him, kicking his arse out right now."

"I meant, how far to Minnesota?"

"Oh." Sam glanced at the map spread out in his lap. "Uh. Fourteen hours."

Dean nodded and gave the Impala more gas. He guessed that it would be a long night. Nothing that a little… or a lot of AC/DC couldn't fix.

As the sounds of Highway To Hell filled the car Sam knew that it would be a very long night.

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Alynta felt herself being dragged up from the deep, gloomy and seemingly infinite depths of sleep by the notorious sounds of AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long. God, she was surprised that her sister's Dodge Charger's CD player hadn't refused to play at the extensive use of the CD.

Alynta sleepily reached out and jabbed in the general direction of the OFF switch. Unfortunately her finger missed and collided with the volume switch, making the volume loud enough to blast her ears to oblivion.

Alynta was instantly brought fully awake and she punched the OFF switch, which resulted in grazes on her knuckles.

She glanced around. Her half sister, Rogue seemed to have left the driver's seat vacated – something Rogue would never have done during surveillance watch, unless in the direst of emergencies; which seemed to include the local bar over the road.

Alynta ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. Why couldn't Rogue do a job properly for once.

Rogue opened the driver's side door of her black and silver Dodge Charger and slung herself comfortably into her seat.

"I think we need to take this baby in for a touch of paint. Its- What?"

"It was your turn. You were supposed to be watching." Alynta said, annoyance emanating from her voice and fury in her eyes.

"I was watching," grinned Rogue exasperatingly, "Over a glass."

"I hope you didn't drink too much."

"Oh God, Alynta. Its not like we're about to drive to Nebraska." Rogue leant over and switched on the CD player. Due to Alynta's irritation, the OFF switch fell from its place and bounced onto the floor of the car. "And when we get the new coat of paint we'll need a new OFF switch too."

"We need a new car."

"I don't doubt that. But if you end up a successful scammer and get us the millions of dollars we need, we'll get a new car." Rogue ended the sentence by turning the key in the ignition and beginning another performance of You Shook Me All Night Long.

With all the evil things Alynta had faced, this was number one. Demons she could handle, at least they didn't own AC/DC albums. She sighed. Pleading silently to the merciful Lord above for a bolt of lightening to strike the CD player and render it useless.

"Well actually Rogue," Alynta shouted over the music, "Miles rang."

Rogue stiffened.

"He wants us in Minnesota."

"Minnesota?" Rogue seemed to stress the word.

"Yeah." Alynta furrowed her brow. "Quite weird. It isn't really our kind of gig. A haunted house… Strange lights, uncanny noises, disturbances, etcetera."

"Haunted house?" Now there was no doubt that Rogue stressed it. "Definitely not our kind of gig. Didn't you tell him we were busy?"

"Busy? Rogue, you've been spending most of your time in the bar. I've been spending most of my time watching the house and we haven't seen anything. You call that busy?"

"… Busier." Rogue corrected herself, "We might have missed something."

"You mean, you might have missed something." Cold fury made its way through Alynta's body. Why couldn't Rogue do something smart for once.

"I… I?" Rogue was glaring at Alynta. "That's not even funny Alynta. You missed something in Arizona. Something called 'happiness'. You've been touchy ever since we left there."

Alynta frowned. "That has nothing to do with driving to Minnesota."

Rogue thought for a moment. "Alright. I agree to drive there. But you will have to stop being so cantankerous."

"Deal. What's the time?"

Rogue grabbed a torch out of the glove box and shone it on her wristwatch. "Almost midnight."

"Good. If we make time we could be there by nine tomorrow."

Rogue pulled out of the park they had been sitting in for the last twenty-four hours and onto the main road. She was beginning to worry. Alynta had never been peevish for more a day, so why was she now? Was it because they had been in America for the past eight months and hadn't hunted anything? That was mainly because there was nothing to hunt. There seemed to be a short supply, if not, non-existent supply of evil demons, malevolent ghosts, hungry vampires, etcetera, etcetera. Maybe Alynta feeling down because the only faces she'd seen for last two of those six months had been Rogue's. Or maybe she just wasn't hearing enough AC/DC