Jill leaned back against the windshield of her brother's car. The 67 Chevy Impala could use a wash she thought, as her blue jeans now held a thin layer of dust and dirt from lying on the hood. What the hell could be taking them so long? She enjoyed working jobs with her brothers, but this was the boring part. Waiting around while they interviewed the "clients." She was too young to pass off as a Fed.

Suddenly there was a quick gust of wind from behind her and she slid off the hood to look around. "Castiel." The angel was standing just behind her next to the car, appearing out of thin air as he often did. "Hello Jillian." The angel's blue eyes shone so intensely that Jill often wondered whether it was because he was Heavenly, or maybe his vessel was simply bright eyed. He began to ask her how she was but the look on her face stopped him. She was staring at his trench coat, which until now had usually been dirty and tan colored. Now it was soaked in blood.

"Castiel what happened?" She stepped toward him and reached out, but dropped her hands quickly. The angel often gave the impression that he didn't like to be touched, and Jill assumed this time would be no different. The blood however did not appear to be his own. "Angels." He replied. "The war in heaven is still raging, though I expect that will not last much longer."

He walked past her towards the front of the car and leaned back against the grill. He seemed troubled, although Jill always found it hard to place the look on Castiel's frequently emotionless face. She sat next to him and opened her mouth to speak. "Where are Sam and Dean?" Castiel interrupted.
"House across the road." Jill replied gesturing to her right. "Working a case, getting the facts, you know." Castiel nodded and looked back down at his hands. He didn't often hang around like this unless it was important, especially when he had a civil war in heaven to worry about. Again Jill peered at him out of the corner of her eye and tried to read his face. All she could really see was how blue his eyes were. Everything else was a mystery. "How'd you find us?" She asked. Her brothers and her were supposed to be hidden from all angels, courtesy of some Enochian carvings on each of their ribcages, Castiel's way of protecting them. "I called Dean a moment ago."

"Hey, Cas!" The angel and Jill turned to see the brothers coming down the end of Mrs. Wu's driveway. Dean, the older brother, had nicknamed the angel 'Cas' almost immediately after meeting him. "Hello Dean. Sam." Castiel nodded toward the younger brother who nodded back as he stripped his jacket off and tossed it through the window of the impala into the front seat. "Can we continue this on the way back to the motel? I don't need Mrs. Wu getting suspicious and calling the real cops." Sam said with annoyance, violently loosening his tie. Jill couldn't help but grin. She thought she knew why he might be annoyed. "It's a shifter right? Was I right?"
"In the car." He replied. She looked over at Dean who winked back and jumped in the Impala. "Cas you comin' with?" Dean leaned out the window at the angel who hadn't jumped up to hop in the car with the rest of them. He was staring straight up at the clouds, this time a definite strained look on his face. "Perhaps I will meet you later." And he was gone.

Jill was sprawled out in the back, one leg up and stretched along the seat, watching Sam in the side view mirror as the impala sped along the highway. "So, a shifter huh." She tried not to sound too smug. She saw Sam roll his eyes in the mirror and smirked. "Yeah, looks like a good old fashioned shape shifter to us." Dean answered. "Good call Jay." Dean nicknamed everyone. Cas, Sammy, Jay. "Jay's a boys name." Jill replied.
"Nope, it's a letter." Dean said sarcastically. "Let's ask college boy over here."
"Okay how'd you know it was a shape shifter?" Sam turned around in his seat getting them back on track. "We've been in town less than 24 hours and you just go, 'It's def' a shifter guys, for reals.'"
"I don't sound like that! I don't say stupid shit like 'for reals,' when have I ever…"
"Okay ladies," Dean interrupted. "That's enough."

They pulled into the motel parking lot twenty minutes later and Jill hopped out before they came to a full stop. "Yo." Dean called. She turned and he handed her a credit card through the window. "One room, two doubles, you know the drill." Jill looked down at the name on the card. D. Hasselhoff. She rolled her eyes. "Okay but you two are sharing tonight." She put the card in her pocket and sighed, dreading the thought that she might have to explain why her parents named her D. Hasselhoff.

She strolled across the parking lot towards the office. The motel was a bit run down but they'd seen worse. It had a certain charm to it, well at least the outside did. Some vines weaved their way up walls and around cylinders and some birds were chirping in a big tree overlooking the parking lot. She shaded her eyes from the sun as she peered up into the tree in search for the birds. A bell jingled when she pulled the door open and a middle-aged man behind the counter looked up from a magazine. "Hi, one room please. 3 nights, two double beds if you can."
"Sure thing honey." He looked out the window at where Sam and Dean had parked the impala and looked back at Jill suspiciously. "You with them?"
"Oh, yes." She replied and gave him what she hoped was an innocent smile. "Do you take credit?" The man smiled back at Jill and took her card. She hoped he didn't say anything about the name, why couldn't Dean have handed her one of the other ones. One that was less suspicious, like Eastwood or Tarrantino. The man smirked as he handed the card back. "Don't get many Hasselhoffs through here." Jill's stomach dropped.
"Oh yeah." She laughed. "No relation." He laughed with her and handed her a key with a number 8 on it. "Thanks." She walked outside back towards the car. "Room 8." She told her brothers.

It was a fair sized room, had the two double beds she requested, a bathroom and a tiny kitchen type area. They had stayed in worse motels. "Nice digs." Dean said and threw his bag on the bed nearest the door. He always took the bed near the door, unless it was his and Jill's turn to share, then Sammy took the bed by the door. Jill assumed this was her big brothers' way of keeping her a little further away from possible harm. She was always bugging for a room of her own, but often the things they were hunting decided to hunt them back and it made her brothers nervous. "By the way," She quipped, "the desk clerk, total Bates."
"Did you say Babe?" Dean hopped on the bed and leaned against the headrest pulling his feet up. He peeked over at the side table that held a small quarter operated machine and perked up. "Score! Get his number?"
"No I did not say babe I said Bates, like Norman Bates, psych- never mind."

Sam was unpacking his bag at the table next to the window and setting up his laptop. "Mrs. Wu had some very interesting things to say about her neighbor that's for sure." He started explaining as he pulled some books out of his bag. Jill sat down across from him. "Oh yeah? Like the fact that he can pull his skin off and look like Dicaprio underneath if he were so inclined?"
"HA" came from the bed behind them.
"What she said was that the Teller's were a normal couple. They had been married for a year and never had any problems. They were quiet, cheerful, and Christopher always helped Mrs. Wu shovel her driveway when it snowed."
"Awww!" Dean squealed as he rustled around in his pocket searching for spare change.
"Yeah." Sam continued. "Until a week ago when Mrs. Wu said hello to Chris one morning on his way out and he ignored her. Really out of character for the guy. Then she hadn't seen Michelle for a few days which is when she went over to check on her and found Mrs. Teller dead in the master bedroom. Really gruesome too."

"Yeah that's what the paper said, really gruesome death." Jill pulled the newspaper clipping out of her pocket and unfolded it. The headline read Gruesome Murder was Work of a True Monster. Oh they had no idea. A rumble came from the bed behind them and Sam and Jill turned to see the bed shaking underneath Dean who had his arms folded behind his head and his eyes shut, a delightful little smile on his face.

Jill wandered outside to get a pop from the machine and to leave her eldest brother to his massage or, whatever. Sam followed her out and leaned against the machine. He was nearly two feet taller than her and he hovered over her with a heavy feeling in the air. Jill tried focusing on the soda choices. "Are you brooding?" She finally asked and selected a 7up. He sighed and she straightened up. "Jill, all we had was a nasty death and a suspicious old woman. No witnesses. We haven't even investigated the house yet. How did you kn-." He stopped and narrowed his eyes at Jill who looked sideways, popped the tab on her drink and made to sidestep around him. "Oh no, Jill, you didn't" He put his hand out stopping her in her tracks.
"What?" She tried to sound truly confused but her brother was no dummy. He had gone to Stamford after all. Sam narrowed his eyes further and Jill's stomach knotted up. "Allright, I'll explain inside." She caved.

When they re-entered room 8 Dean was sitting back on his knees scrounging his pockets for more quarters. "No, no! Nuh-uh! Enough is enough its getting bad!" Jill smacked her brother. "Jesus Jay!" Dean rubbed his arm and looked over at Sam. "Nope. I'm not enabling you either." He said. "As a matter of fact from now on it will be a prerequisite that whatever motel we stay at NOT have one of those things." He motioned towards the machine that violently vibrated the bed whenever coins were inserted.

Jill smirked and walked over to the next bed were she had dropped her bag and unzipped it to root around inside. She pulled out a little jar and tossed it over to Sam. "Ugh! You did!" He screwed his face up at the contents of the jar.
"What is it?" Dean asked and Sam threw the jar on the bed.
"It ain't strawberry jam."
Dean peered through the glass for a moment at the detached 'human' ear inside and then set it on the table. He glared over at Jill. "Where did you get that?"
She sat down at the table. "The Tellers' backyard. It was right outside their door."

Both of her brothers glared at her. "You were supposed to be waiting at the car." Sam stated.
"I know but God how long does it take to interview a bloody 90 year old woman when she didn't even see anything!" Jill exclaimed.
"She made us tea!" Dean shouted back. "And-."
"Look I only had a quick look around the perimeter, I didn't go inside, it was broad daylight and you were both less than 50 feet away, I don't see the problem. I mean Jesus Christ I'VE BEEN SALTING AND BURNING CORPSES SINCE I WAS EIGHT!"

There was a banging on the wall from the room next door that silenced the three of them. "Don't wake the neighbors." Dean replied and smirked. "It was a good find." He added and exchanged a look with Sam. Sam breathed in heavily and added "Yes it was, just… let us know next time. In case some monster decides to stick around."