Author's Note: Hey guys! this is my first Fanfic so i hope you like it! Please review, whether its positive or negative feedback (although hopefully its positive). I don't own Supernatural, just the character Rachel.

Chapter One

"Yeah, it's a real tragedy. You must be traumatized. A pretty girl like you shouldn't have to go through something like this." Sam hears a giggle and glances in that direction to see dean flirting with a blonde girl who was only an inch away from him and twirling her hair. He looks back at the broken window in the living room and the salt line that was intact, unlike the one at the front door. Two days ago Bobby had called them, telling them that a close friend of John's had been killed. Now here they were, investigating the murder of a hunter and so far no real leads.

"So what did you find out?" he asks as Dean approaches him.

"Her name is Adriana, she's 22 and her number." He holds up a piece of paper with her number and smirks. Sam rolls his eyes at his brother. "About the case Dean."

"Oh yeah about that. She says she saw Charles come home around eleven with a girl who looked about eighteen in his arms." Dean chuckles to himself. "Didn't know Charles got around like that." Sam gives Deana disgusted look.

"Or maybe he was helping her, Dean. Not all hunters think like you." Dean chuckles again and raises his hands as if in defeat but his grin just gets a punch on the arm from Sam. "But why were those salt lines broken?" That wipes the smile off Dean's face.

"Maybe it was a ghost? Or a demon?" He says as Sam walks towards the kitchen. He looks at the water spilled on the floor and Dean follows him. "Holy water?"

Sam nods his head as he picks up an empty water bottle with a rosary in it. "I'm thinking demons now." Dean groans and mutters "damn demons."

Sam walks back to the broken window and wonders why the window is broken if the salt lines are still intact. They had found Charles dead on the floor with a broken neck, broken bones and lots of bruises, but no cuts from broken glass so it must have happened after. The case just got stranger.

"Dean" he calls. Dean walks into the room and Sam points at the salt lines "The window is broken, but the salt lines are intact. So it cant be a demon that broke it. But Charles wasn't cut by glass and no glass was found on his body so it must have happened after. So what broke this window?"

"I don't know Sammie, but I feel like this missing piece is what is making this case so friggin' confusing." he throws his hands up in exasperation and walks to the other room. They look over the house one more time to make sure they didn't miss anything. As they walk out of the apartment Sam catches sight of something by the door. He bends down and sees a yellow powder on the floor. "Sulfur." he mutters and they leave the apartment, heading to their motel on the other side of town.

Sam and Dean walk into their motel room and put salt lines up by the door and windows. They didn't want to drop their guard if there was a demon out there killing hunters.

"So, how can a demon break a salt line? And who, or what broke the window? And who's the girl Charles was with?" Sam just stayed quiet and let Dean ask his questions because neither one of them had answers to them. "this case gives me a headache. I'm gonna get a beer."

"Alright so while your at a bar I'll go check out the security footage from the apartments." dean nods his head and starts heading towards the door when Sam clears his throat loudly. Dean turns around and looks at his brother amusingly. "What? Frog in your throat?'

Sam rolls his eyes. "No, Dean. I need the keys to the impala." Dean looks at him as incredulously and waits for Sam to say he's joking., they both stare at each other for a few moments before Dean realizes that Sam is being serious. "You want my baby? How am I getting to the bar then?"

"The bar is across the street you can walk." Dean stares at his brother in disbelief and opens his mouth to say something but can't think of anything to say so he angrily tosses the keys of his impala to Sam.

"Bitch."

"Jerk"

Dean leaves the room muttering about what he would do to Sam if his baby got a single scratch and Sam grinned. He didn't quite understand his brothers obsession with that thing, but he knew better than to mess with his car.

Sam gets into the impala and drives to the apartment building. He goes to the security room and shows the man in charge his FBI badge. Sam sits down and plays the security footage of the night of Charles' death. He fast forwards until he sees Charles bruised up walking down the hall, carrying a girl who looked like she had been beaten to death. This must be the girl the neighbor was talking about! He looks at her closer and sees her black hair covered in blood and bruises all over her arms. He can't get a clear shot on her face before they walk into his apartment.

Sam gets up to leave when someone else catches his eye. He sits back down just in time to see three people walking down the hall. One woman and two guys, but from the looks of it the woman is in charge. She turns towards the camera revealing her black eyes and an evil grin. So these must be the demons who killed Charles. Sam keeps staring at the screen and after a few more minutes the three demons walk out with huge grins on their faces. Sam continues to look at the screen expecting the girl to walk out since the demons didn't take her but nothing. He keeps watching the video, worried that if he fast forwards to much that he might miss her. After an hour of watching and fast forwarding he sees the police come and investigate what happened. He fast forwards until he sees himself and his brother walking into the apartments to investigate also. So where did the girl go? He sighs in frustration and walks out heading to the motel to let Dean know what he saw, or actually what he didn't see.

Dean walks into the bar and orders his drink from the bartender who can't stop glancing his way. He had to admit she was pretty hot. Maybe he could wait for her to get off her shift. He downs his second drink when he feels someone approach him. He looks to his left to see a brunette clumsily sitting on the chair next to him. She finally sits down and he looks her up and down. She was wearing the shortest skirt he had ever seen, and that saying something, in a light blue color that just screamed for attention with a very low cut black top. She looks appreciatively at Dean and smiles, liking what she sees.

"Hey. I'm Marisa. What's your name?" She takes a final gulp of her drink and looks at Dean waiting for a response.

"I'm Dean." He orders them another round of drinks and she leans forward, revealing just how low her shirt really was and whispers in his ear. "Well Dean, I'm legal and clearly so are you. So I'm sure were going to have lots of fun." She giggles and downs the shot Dean just ordered them before pulling Dean to the dance floor. He takes a gulp of his shot before spilling the rest on some other person when she pulls him. He leaves the empty cup on a random table and she starts dancing on him. After a few more minutes they decide its too crowded in the bar. Dean pays for their drinks and they head to their motel.

As soon as they walk out of the elevator, unto his floor she is practically on top of him, kissing him nonstop. He struggles to open the door and they both stumble into the room. She pulls his shirt off and then takes hers off when they reach the bed. She starts to unbutton his pants when the room door flings open. They both jump up, the girl falls on the other side of the bed and Dean jumps to the desk where his bag is, to get his gun when he is thrown to the other side of the room, against the wall.

"Hello Dean." says the man walking into the room. He smiles wickedly at Dean and his eyes flash black. He looks around an frowns "Sam isn't here? Too bad. He's missing all the fun." He moves his hand and dean flies to the other side of the room. He groans in pain and the demon smiles. "Yes, we're going to have lots of fun."

He releases her hold on him slightly so he can squirm, he always likes it when they squirmed hopelessly. He lifts his hand to throw Dean again when he hears a loud bang and feels something warm dripping down his arm. He turns around to see Sam holding a gun to him. "Oh welcome Sam. We were hoping you wouldn't miss the fun!" He throws his hand to the side and knocks Sam against the window and falls onto the dresser. "Now Dean, back to you. I don't like you guys snooping around this town"

"Why? Don't want us to crash your demon party? The way you crashed Charles' apartment?" The demon laughs, "Oh Charles was just a little sentimental. It's his fault he's dead. He shouldn't have let his guard down." He looks into Dean's eyes, "Just like you. You made a mistake in bringing a girl home in the middle of a hunt. I mean did you honestly think we weren't waiting for any chance. You hunters and your weakness for 'innocent' girls." The demon emphasizes the innocent part and chuckles to himself, laughing at a joke only he understood.

"It's funny." Dean chuckles "how your lecturing me on not letting my guard down, when you just did." Sam walks up behind the demon and stabs it. His face shows surprise and light flashes in its body until it dies. Dean falls to the floor with a loud thud and Sam helps him up. "Thanks Sammie." He looks towards the girl at the corner of the room who was passed out drunk. "Well, looks like we don't have to worry about any witnesses"

They leave the guy in the back of the parking lot and then wake the girl up and ask her who she should call to pick her up. They wait a couple of minutes until the girl leaves and they resalt the door. "So what did you get from the security footage?" Sam tells dean what he saw from the security cameras.

"Okay so three demons, one down two to go" Dean says.

"I think there might be more. And what about that girl? Where did she go?" Sam ponders as he paces the room in circles.

"Maybe she went suicidal and jumped out the window. It would explain the broken glass. And c'mon, what normal person would feel sane after seeing three demons killing a guy with their minds?"

"Yeah but where's the body? Why wasn't there a police report?" Dean rubs his temple as he thinks about Sam's questions.

"I don't know man" he says as he heads to his bed, "but what I do know is that sleep won't do any harm so we can think of this tomorrow morning" he lays in bed and is soon snoring lightly. Sam paces a little more when he steps on something. He picks it up and sees it is a piece of metal. Where'd this come from? He goes to his laptop and looks through the missing persons report. Maybe he could find out where the demons were hiding out.

After looking for only a few minutes he finds a picture of the guy who was possessed and finds out that he used to work at an old car factory right outside of town that had been closed down ten years ago. That would explain where that old piece of metal came from since he was sure it didn't come from him or from Dean. "Gotcha" he mutters and goes to bed so he could get a couple of hours of sleep before they went to hunt the group of demons.