I don't own supernatural but I wish I could have an afternoon of Jensen Ackles time though.

Chapter One

They were in the middle of nowhere, as usual. Just another dusty back road gas station, same as a thousand others that they'd been to over the years. Dean was at the pumps, filling up his beloved Impala while Sam was inside stocking up on provisions. A rust caked truck rattled in, the door screaming in defiance as the driver got out to go into the service station. Dean glanced up to see a pretty blonde in a trucker hat and tank top give him and his car an appreciative look. He returned the look and added a wink, he loved his car, it was a chick magnet.

He finished filling up the car and leaned against the trunk, waiting for either Sam or the blonde to emerge from inside. Dean was hoping it would be the blonde to come out first so he could chat her up and try to get her number. He was pretty sure that he could convince Sam to stay in the area for the night if his prospects for the blonde were promising. Dean only had five months left until his deal with the crossroads demon came due, and he wanted to do as much living as he could with the time he had left. And in his books, nothing said living like nailing a different chick in every town they hit. Besides, she looked like the adventurous type.

Dean tore his thoughts away from his downstairs brain when he noticed his brother walking out of the gas station with a plastic bag in one hand and two paper cups of coffee balanced in the other.

'Dean, I've been doing some thinking.' Sam began.

'So have I, did you see the blonde in the trucker hat go in?' Dean was straining to look around his kid brother. The freak was three inches taller than him with shoulders like a linebacker.

Sam rolled his eyes, 'Dude, will you listen to me?'

'I am listening. I can listen and scout out the local talent at the same time. It's a useful gift really. Comes in quite handy with you around.' Dean was still trying to spot the girl through the dirty windows but was having a difficult time with it.

Sam, becoming visually irate with his brother's incessant skirt chasing, said, 'She's in there batting her eyes at the dude working the cash register. They were talking about the party they had hooked up at last weekend, and that there was another party this weekend that they were going to go to together.' Sam rolled his eyes, 'I was standing there for like, two minutes listening to them recap their drunken escapades before he even realized I was there. The little twerps face went bright red when he finally noticed me there.'

'Well, I guess she's a lost cause then.' Dean clapped his hands together, 'So Sammy, what's on your mind?'

Sam tossed the bag through the open window onto the back seat. Handing Dean one of the coffees he said, 'There's a house in New Orleans…'

'Do they call it the Rising Sun?' Dean cut in, a smart ass grin on his face.

'Dean, can I talk without you butting in?'

'Sorry Sammy, go on.'

'There's a woman there…'

'And I bet she's been the ruin of many a poor boy.' Dean smirked.

'Dude! Stop it!'

'It's a classic song Sam, I can't help it if you just walk into these things.'

'Any way, there's a woman there who may be able to help us.'

But Dean had turned away and was rummaging in the back seat in a box full of cassette tapes. 'I know it's hear somewhere.'

'What are you looking for?'

'My copy of the Animals. I want to hear that song.'

Sam grabbed his shoulder and forced him to look at him. 'Dean, did you hear what I said? This woman may be able to help you with your demon deal.'

'I heard you Sam, and no! There's no getting out of this deal so drop it.' Dean said angrily. He was getting annoyed at Sam's constant attempts to save him. Dean had made the deal, would do it again if he had to, but Sam's interfering had to stop before the deal was nixed and both their asses were carted off to hell. It's not like he wanted to go to the pit, far from it. But he had serious regrets about saying that to Sam before, about looking for a way out of the deal. He had gotten the kid's hopes up in a moment of self-doubt.

'It doesn't hurt to try' Sam insisted.

'Yes it does, Sammy. The demon said if we try to weasel out of the deal we're both roasting in hellfire,' Dean stared hard at his brother, 'Why is it so hard for you to let me go?'

'Dean, I can't just let you go to Hell! For God's sake, you're my brother!' Sam started pacing the parking lot, running his hand through his shaggy hair in agitation.

Dean decided that the best course of action would be to ignore Sam in hopes that he would drop the subject. 'Ah, here it is,' Dean exclaimed cheerfully as he found his cassette of the Animals. 'Get in the car bitch, let's hit the road.'

'Jerk.' Sam replied sullenly as he slunk into the passenger seat and slammed the door behind him.

Dean revved the Impala's engine and popped in the tape. A high pitched squeal came out of the speakers and Sam hit the eject button to stop the noise. Sam studied the cassette and said, 'Looks like this ones seen better days.'

'Well that sucks. I'm going to have that song stuck in my head for days if I can't listen to it. Where on earth am I going to find another tape of that?'

'You know, you could always install a CD player in this thing and I could download any song you wanted.'

'Bite your tongue heathen! I listen to music the way it was meant to be heard! With all the scratches and imperfections intact. Imagine, me listening to cleaned up and digitally re-mastered tunes.' Dean thumped his hand on the steering wheel and glared at Sam. 'That would be like telling George Thoroughgood that using a beer bottle as a slide is the improper way of using the instrument.' Dean gave Sam a disgusted look, 'Downloaded music, aughh! Thief!'

Sam rolled his eyes, 'This coming from a guy with ten false credit cards in his wallet.'

'We got to pay the bills somehow Sammy, hunting ain't exactly a lucrative business.'

'You got that right. So are we leaving this dust trap or what?'

Dean gave a final glace in the rearview mirror for the blonde before putting the Impala in gear. 'Yeah, we're out of here.' And he gave his baby a little gas and spun some dirt as he exited the parking lot.

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'So where are we headed next genius?' Dean asked, not taking his eyes off the road.

'New Orleans.'

'I told you, we're not going to see some chicken bone shaking, old voodoo crone.'

'Look man, she's supposed to be the real deal.'

'No! Now do you have a job lined up for us, or do I get to go on shore leave for a while?' Dean paused, 'And let's not forget Bela. We owe that bitch big time!'

"Great idea, know where to find her? We've been looking for her for weeks, not to mention staying away from Lilith. So as soon as you know where either of them are, be sure to let me know.'

'Alright smartass, alright. So is there a job?'

'Well, there's a possible Chupacabra outside of Poplarville, Louisiana.'

'Geez, that's right outside of New Orleans isn't it? What are the odds?' Dean rolled his eyes and glared at his brother. The kid meant well, but was a real pain in the ass sometimes.

'You've been leading us in this direction for weeks,' Dean accused him. 'How long was it going to be until you told me about the mojo broad? Or were you just planning on showing up on her doorstep with me beside you, thinking we were there chasing down some lead for a case? How did you even find out about her?'

'Just heard it through the grapevine.'

'More like you asked around if anyone knew of anyone that knew their way around demon deals.'

'No, actually it's the woman that Tamara told me about.'

'I still can't believe you told her about that.' Dean was furious, the fewer people that knew about this deal the better.

'She really thought this woman might be able to help.'

'Well that's just great. It's real nice of you guys butting in like that. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside,' Dean sneered.

'Screw you! We're trying to help.' Sam said hotly.

'Thanks, but I don't need your help.'

'Dean, you're going to be dead in five months if we don't find something. And I'm not going to just sit back and let that happen.'

'I thought Tamara said she was in Shreveport?' Dean snapped.

'Even Hoodoo priestess's can move, Dean.'

Sam had a pissed off look on his face Dean only ever saw him give their father. Dean understood now why Dad always lost it on him at times like these, it was really irritating getting smack from a guy with a shaggy haircut. Really, how can anyone think you're a badass with a haircut like that?

'You know Sammy,' Dean felt tired all of a sudden, 'These Hayley Joel people are always fakes.'

'Missouri wasn't.'

'Missouri was a one in a million.'

'There are people out there with real abilities Dean.'

Dean rubbed his hand over his face in an attempt to steady himself. He really didn't want to lean over and deck the guy, even if it would make him feel better about the whole situation.

Regretting what he was about to say, he forged ahead. 'Is there really a Chupie in Poplarville?'

'Reports of livestock, dead in the fields, drained of blood.' Sam sighed.

'Alright then,' Dean conceded. 'We'll hit Poplarville and take care of the Chupacabra.' Dean paused, 'Then we'll stop by the old bat's house. She'll either be a fraud or she'll tell us there's no chance.'