ENJOYYY!!!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, though I find this very upsetting and I do cry about it at night. :'( On the bright side, I do own Cassie, Olivia, Val, and Sarah. What now?!

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"I HATE the woods!" Dean griped.

"It's a bayou, Dean." Sam corrected while looking for a way to cross over without getting wet. "Watch your step." he cautioned.

Sam heard a plunk behind him and heard his brother hiss in annoyance. He turned to see that Dean hadn't heard his warning and had stepped into a huge puddle, sinking his left leg up to his knee. Dean cursed under his breath and pulled out of the puddle. Sam smirked and snickered at his brother's misfortune and kept walking.

It wasn't long before they decided they were lost.

"We've passed this tree before, Sammy. I have definitely seen that knot before!" Dean said.

"Look, Dean, there it is!" the younger Winchester cried and started to run.

"Hey, hold on Sammy!" Dean called after him. "Where is it-"

He stopped short and gaped at the enormous object in front of him. It was a riverboat. An honest-to-God, hundred-year-old riverboat. It was eerily quiet, except for the wind whistling through the windows as is it were a hollow shell. The black, ragged remains of what the boys assumed were once curtains flapped crazily like crow's wings while the boat otherwise floated peacefully on the river.

"Dude…" was all Dean had to say.

After a few more seconds of awe, Sam finally suggested they get moving. "This job isn't going to do itself." he said.

"How the hell do we get up there?" Dean wondered aloud, but his brother had already located the entrance. They climbed on cautiously, preparing for anything. They crept along the creaky floors, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious.

"So…" Dean said "Are you sure this is where she is?"

"I'm following Dad's directions. The journal does not lie"

"Alright, alright, then."

All was quiet for a while until both Winchesters jumped at a small noise from behind them. A scrawny girl stood in the doorway, staring directly at the brothers. But she looked sort of zoned out, like she was in a trance.

Sam was the first to speak. "Hey there, little girl. What's your name?"

She turned her gaze slowly towards the younger Winchester, and a small wheezing noise came from deep in her throat. Her lips curled into a sneer as the wheezing turned into a choking laughter.

"Wait, what the hell is-" Dean stopped short in mid-sentence, his heart rate rising because of the growing horror in front of his eyes.

The girl face twisted into a hateful, menacing look. It happened too quickly. Her eyes turned completely black, like a demon's and two small and her fingernails elongated and grew pointed and lethal.

"Dean, now!" Sam cried.

Like baseball star at bat, Dean picked up a iron rod and swung it at the demon girl. The moment the rod impacted with the demon it vanished like colored smoke blown by the wind.

"We have to hurry, it'll be back soon." Sam muttered, and grabbed a can of red spray paint from a gray sports bag.

"I'll keep an eye out for her Sammy." Dean offered, gripping the metal iron rod tightly. After a few minutes of keeping watch he spoke again. "Sam. Listen."

Sam immediately stopped spraying and cocked an ear. There was a noise, a creaking sound. It was soft, careful, and deliberate, like a thief creeping through a house. It abruptly stopped, and was eerily silent.

The brother tensed in anticipation and were still as statues. The was silence for a split second more when a gunshot suddenly exploded from nowhere.

A woman's voice called out "Sarah behind you!" and was followed by a loud crash of splintering wood. They heard the woman swear darkly and start to reload her gun.

Sam gave Dean a questioning look and headed cautiously moved the a window, trying to get a peek at the other intruders.

He remained absolutely still as he caught a glimpse of one woman bending over a crumpled figure on a smashed wooden bean. She placed a large duffle bag at her feet as she helped the other figure up, and a few of the content spilled out. A container of salt and shotgun shells.

"Dean," Sam whispered "I think they're… hunters."

"Seriously? What the hell are they doing here?" Dean hissed.

"D'ya think we should go talk to them?"

"They'd get in the way if we didn't."

"You go talk to them."

"No way, you do it."

"We'll settle this my way." Sam said and held his fist up. "Rock, paper, scissors-"

"Who the hell are you guys?"

The Winchesters looked up from their juvenile game. The two women stood in the doorway now, one with medium brown hair and the other with long black hair. The brown haired one looked annoyed while the other only seemed mildly amused. Both brothers watched their muscles tighten up, as if waiting for one to attack. The dark haired woman wielded a 20 gauge shotgun, ready to fire.

Then they noticed the spray paint and the iron.

"You're hunters?" one with brown hair said. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah. Yeah we are, but what are you doing here?" Dean demanded.

"Hunting of course. We didn't know others would be here… I'm Cassie, by the way." said brown hair.

"Valerie." The dark haired one said bluntly, flashing Dean a small smile. "You say that thing was an achiri?"

"Definitely. We've started a devil's trap, as you can see." Sam said friendly. "And I'm Sam, this is Dean."

"Dean Winchester, how ya doin'?" Dean grinned mischievously at Valerie. She blushed faintly and looked away.

"Wait, Winchester?" Cassie said. "You're not John Winchester's kids, are you?"

"Did you know him?" Sam asked.

"Sort of… Well, my father did really." Cassie trailed off for a moment. "Great hunter, I heard. How's he doing?"

Dean's flirty grin vanished quickly and he shifted uncomfortably. "He died two years ago." he admitted.

"Aw, damn I'm sorry." Cassie spoke sympathetically. An awkward silence came over the room, until Valerie's chipper voice killed it savagely.

"M'kay! How's about we get that achiri?" she chirped loudly.

"Im actually almost finished with this devil's trap… If you could help Dean keep a lookout for it, that'd be great." Sam said and returned to his painting.

"Right. No problem." Valerie nodded with assent. Cassie nodded as well and seated herself in an rickety wooden chair, pulling her bag closer to her. Dean watched her rummage through and bring forth a very familiar object. At first sight of the long lost item, his pulse quickened in anticipation. It couldn't be... No freaking way. But it was.

"Sam..." Dean whispered "Look."

Sam looked up from his work and nearly choked on the fumes when he saw what Cassie held in herrough, callused hands.

It was the Colt.

A/N Oh snap! Hmm, wonder how Cassie got a hold of the infamous Colt?? Veeery interesting, eh? Love, Night_Childx 3