A/N: Hey guys! I've had this story in my head for a while. In between work and life, I haven't had a chance until now to upload anything, though. I, of course, own nothing but my plot and my OCs. Read, review, and enjoy!

Season 1, Episode 1: Pilot

November 02, 1983

"Come on, let's say good night to your brother." Mary Winchester carried one of her three children into her youngest's nursery, setting a four-year-old Dean down. He rushed over to his baby brother's crib. "Good night Sam."

Dean's twin, Eleanor, ran past Mary, her dirty blonde pigtails streaming behind her. "Night, Sammy!"

"Good night love." Mary kissed his forehead.

"Hey, Dean. Hey, Ellie."

"Daddy!"

John Winchester picked them both up, pressing a soft kiss on Mary's lips. "So, what do you think? You think Sammy's ready to toss around a football?"

"No, Daddy." Dean giggled, shaking his head.

"I am." Eleanor said, happily resting her head on his shoulders.

"You know what, you are." He kissed his daughter's forehead. "How's tomorrow sound?"

"You got them?" Mary asked, ruffling her oldest son's hair.

"I got them. Sweet dreams, Sam."

October 31, 2005

Eleanor Winchester sat cross-legged on the edge of one of the hotel beds, frowning at the laptop. "That EVP on the voicemail said 'I can never go home!" She called loudly, hoping her brother could hear her over the shower. "Are you sure Dad's in Jericho still?"

Dean cracked the door open, still wet. "Get our stuff then. We're going to Stanford."

"Dude, we've talked about this. Sam wanted out."

"Dad's missing. Sam needs to help us find him."

Eleanor groaned. "Whatever."

A few short hours later, Dean pulled their dad's Impala outside a campus apartment complex. "Isn't that his?"

"Yeah." She checked the address on her phone once more. "Just knock like a normal person." She remarked as he shut the driver's door.

"Yeah, yeah." He waved his hand dismissively, and Eleanor settled back in the passenger seat, sending a text to her dad for the tenth time that week.

She heard a sound around by the side of the building and she huffed. "Freaking idiot. Sam's not gonna be happy."

A few minutes later, she caught their voices getting closer. "-still haven't found the damn thing."

"And save a lot of people doing it, too." Dean interjected.

Sam scoffed. "You think Mom would have wanted this for us? The weapon training? Melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean, we were raised like warriors."

"So, what are you gonna do? You just gonna live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

"No. Not normal. Safe."

"And that's why you ran away." Dean scoffed, shaking his head.

"I was just going to college. It was Dad who said if I was gonna go, I should stay gone. And that's what I'm doing." Sam defended himself, completely oblivious to Eleanor in the front seat of the Impala.

"Yeah, well, Dad's in real trouble right now, if he's not dead already. I can feel it. We can't do this alone."

"Yes, you can."

"Yeah, well, I don't want to."

"Hey Sammy." Eleanor popped her head out of the window.

"Hey, Ellie." Sam half smiled at his older sister. "What was he hunting?"

Dean led Sam to the back of the car, popping the trunk to let Sam listen to the voicemail from yesterday. She caught Sam going back down the stairs and Dean slid back in the car. "He's in."

"Oh boy." She couldn't help the grin on her face. She climbed over the seat, stretching out in the backseat. "Just like old times, huh?"

Sam hopped in after tossing his duffel bag in the trunk. "Alright, Dean. Let's go."

Dean cranked up the AC/DC cassette tape and drove off, with he and Eleanor singing at the top of their lungs.

Early the next morning, Dean pulled into an old gas station to fill the car up. Eleanor and Dean hopped out, leaving Sam alone for a few minutes. "Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asked, a roll of life-savers in his mouth.

"No thanks. So, how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career. Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."

"Don't sweat it, Sam. I paid for the food." Eleanor passed him a bag of doughnut holes and a Coke, climbing back in the car.

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?"

"Uh, Bert Aframian and his son Hector." Dean replied, closing the driver door. "Scored two cards out of the deal."

"Sounds about right. At least Ellie can make an honest buck." He scoffed. "I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette collection."

"Why?"

"Well, for one, they're cassettes."

"House rules, Sammy, driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole."

A few minutes later, Dean slowed down. "Check it out."

A single car, doors wide open, was parked across the center lane on a bridge. Police cars and police surrounded the car, searching for something. "Let's go." Dean grabbed two badges from the glovebox in the car, passing one back to Eleanor.

The three siblings walked up to the car, overhearing part of a conversation. "This kid, Troy, he's dating your daughter?"

"Yeah."

"How's Amy doin'?"

"She's putting up missing posters downtown."

Dean glanced at Sam, mouthing watch this. "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you?"

One of the policemen turned around, staring at Dean. "Who are you?"

"Federal Marshalls." Dean and Eleanor flashed their badges, pocketing them quickly.

While her brothers were questioning the cops, Eleanor walked off, peering off the side of the bridge. There seemed to be no sign of the missing man. She edged around the group, looking for anything to tell what might have happened to him.

When they made it back to the car without getting arrested, Eleanor spoke up. "You two follow up with Amy and see what she cant tell you, and I'll grab us a room."

"Bossy, much?" Dean frowned.

"Seven and a half minutes older, thank you very much." She smirked.

"Whatever."

Dean dropped her off, and she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder, marching up to the motel office. "Hi. One room please."

"Single or double?"

"Double." She handed him her credit card, getting back a set of keys. "Thanks."

"Check out time's noon."

She nodded, exiting the office, and entering the motel room. Her phone rang just as she locked the door. "What?"

"Sammy and I found something out. We'll be in late tonight."

"Alright. It's room 74 in that motel you spotted earlier."

"Thanks, El."

"Yeah, yeah."

She fell asleep, her fingers clutched around her phone. Sometime later, she felt someone shake her arm. "Ellie, Dad had a room here for the whole month. Come on."

She followed Sam to the next door down, and walked in. "Damn." She whistled. Newspaper clippings, missing persons reports, and handwritten notes covered the walls. Most were related to the case he'd been working, but there was one that seemed out of place. "Cambion?" She muttered, moving closer to the wall to read it. "What is he after?"

A pungent smell reached her nose and she wrinkled it, turning around. "What'd you do, bathe in a toilet?"

"Funny." Dean snapped, sniffing a half-eaten burger on the night stand. "I don't think he's been here for a couple days, at least."

"Salt? Cat's eye shells? He was worried, trying to keep something from coming in." Sam joined Dean by the wall. "What do you got over here?"

"Cenntenial Highway victims. I don't get it. I mean, they're different men, different ages, ethnicites, all that. What's the connection?"

Eleanor paused at an article about a young woman named Constance Welch. "She's a Woman in White. Dad figured it out, but he would've burnt her corpse."

"Alright. Sammy, go find an address. I'm gonna get cleaned up."

Dean came out of the bathroom, clean once again. "Hey, man, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." Eleanor declined.

"No." Sam followed suit, staring at his phone.

"Aframian's buying." Dean shook his credit card at the two, but they both still shook their heads.

Eleanor reclined on the bed, her eyes closed for a few minutes. "So come home soon, okay? I love you." She heard a woman's voice say on her brother's phone before another call beeped through.

"What?" Sam asked, sounding irritated.

Eleanor sat up, just in case they needed to leave. "Dude, five-oh. Take off." Dean's voice came through the phone.

"What about you?"

"Uh, they kinda spotted me. Go find Dad."

Sam closed his flip phone and glanced at his sister. "You go. I'll stay."

"Sam, go. I'm covered."

He slipped out of the room and she fell on the bed just before two officers barged in, looking around the room. "Ma'am? Ma'am?"

She sat up groggily, rubbing her head as if she'd been knocked out. "W-what's going on, officers?"

"Step outside, ma'am, hands where I can see them." Eleanor complied, swaying slightly for effect. She squinted in the bright sunlight, still rubbing her temple. "Can you tell us what you were doing inside?"

"I-" She frowned, as if she was trying to remember. "I was looking for this guy – a suspect of ours, and I think this is his room." Eleanor paused. "He was using an alias, and I was looking for anything to tie him to these missing persons reports that keep piling up."

"Your name?"

"Casey Page, CSBI." She flipped her badge open, letting them glimpse it. "I'm guessing one of the guys in there caught me snooping." She handed the closest officer her card.

"Well, Agent Page, we have one in custody. Do you wanna get your head looked at?"

"No, thank you. Couple of aspirin and I'll be alright. I'm going to see if I can get a lead on the other one."

"Can you give us a description before you leave?"

"Yeah. He's tall, a little over 6', shaggy brown hair, young, maybe early twenties, hazel eyes."

"Thanks, Agent."

She carefully walked to the Impala, driving to the local grocery store. Eleanor flipped her phone open and dialed Sam's number. "Hey." She said as soon as he answered. "Where are you?"

"Joseph Welsh's house. I'm going to see if he knows where his late wife was buried."

"Okay, you do that. I'll try to get Dean out of the station."

"Good luck."

She took a deep breath, trying to think. She drummed on the steering wheel, glancing around the parking lot when she saw a police car. An unoccupied police car with the windows down. She scanned the area, and after not seeing any cops in the area, she hurried over to the car.

She hoisted her small, lithe frame through the window and grabbed the radio. Clearing her throat, she began to speak, almost perfectly imitating one of the cops from the hotel. "Dispatch, this is Officer Keefe. Over."

"What's the problem, Officer?"

She smiled to herself. This was too easy. "I-I honestly can't say. Send everyone you've got. I've never seen anything like this."

"Anything like what?"

"I don't-" She paused, doing a glass breaking sound effect, followed by a gun. "Hurry!"

She wiggled back out of the car and headed to the police station. Dean was waiting by the back door, rubbing his wrists. "Freaking cuffs. Thanks."

"No problem." Her phone buzzed, and she glanced down, seeing an address from Sam. "Let's go gank this mother."

Later that night, the siblings sat down at a diner in Palo Alto before Dean had to leave Sam at Stanford. "It didn't look like he'd been there in at least a week, Dean." She said, carefully broaching the subject.

"Yeah, well, maybe this will help." He placed a thick leather journal, nearly bursting with papers and notes stuffed inside, on the table. "I snatched it from the cops, and Dad left coordinates. Black Water Ridge, Colorado."

"You think he's there?" Sam asked, poking his salad with his fork.

"More than likely, and if he's not, he wants us to go."

"Dean, I have an interview with Stanford tomorrow morning."

"I know, Sam. Safe life and all that." Dean rolled his eyes, leveling his gaze on Eleanor. "What do you think, El?"

"I think it's worth checking out."

"Guys, we should go. Jess is waiting for me."

Eleanor laid two twenties on the table, following her brothers to their dad's Impala. "Love you, Sam." She hugged him tightly. "Keep in touch."

"Be careful, sis." He kissed her cheek. "Love you, too."

They made it a few miles out of Palo Alto, headed to Colorado, when Eleanor told Dean to stop. "Something's not right, D."

He cocked an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Yeah."

He pulled a U-turn, speeding back to Sam's apartment. Flames poured out of the window. Dean threw the car in park and ran inside.

He and Sam stumbled out as the firefighters arrived. "What the-"

Dean shook his head, and Sam tossed his duffel bag in the trunk once more. "We got work to do." He said quietly.