Dean's Little Girl.

15 years ago…

"Are you sure?" the man with piercing green eyes asked.

"If I wasn't, you wouldn't be here, Dean," Cami smirked.

"Okay." He kissed her till their lips hurt. All that Cami could think about is how perfect the night would be. He kissed her into the ground. She slowly pulled off her shirt, and then unbuttoned his…

Now…

A familiar number flashed across Dean's phone screen. He stared at it, and then answered.

"Hello?" he asked.

"Dean? It's Cami Carlyle. I need your help with something. Where are you now?"

"Oh, hey Cami. It's good to hear your voice. I'm in Oklahoma on a case. Are you still held up in Nebraska?" he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I'll see you in a few days." With that she hung up.

"Who was that?" Sam asked from his bed in the motel room.

"Well remember like 15 years ago we hunted a Rugaru in Nebraska?" Sam nodded his head. How could he forget? It was one the first hunts he and Dean did without their dad riding their asses. "Well there was this girl, Cami. She was the weapon dealer's daughter. And we kinda hooked up, once or twice. That was her on the phone. She said she needs our help on something, so lets burn these bones. And high tail it to Nebraska."

Sam and Dean pulled up to the two-story Victorian looking house in Bellevue, Nebraska. The house was purple with white latticework. The front door was painted a light pink. The boys got out of the Impala and walked up to the front door. Dean knocked on the door then took a step back. Cami opened the door and smiled.

Cami dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her ice blue eyes were lined with mascara and very little eyeliner. Her bow lips were painted a light salmon color. She had faint freckles along the bridge of her nose and cheeks. She had on a light blue sundress with white heels on. The heels seemed to extend her already long legs. She was perfectly tanned.

"Dean!" She came out and hugged him. When she released, she looked at Sam. "You must be Sam. I'm Cami." She extended her hand and Sam shook it.

"You look great, Cami," Dean said, rubbing the back of his neck. Cami blushed and looked away.

"Please, come in. Sorry for the mess. My daughter has some of her friends over."

"Oh, your married?" Dean asked. He was obviously disappointed.

"No. I got pregnant after a one-night stand. Anyways, I think there's something going on in the neighborhood," Cami said. Dean was relieved.

"Maybe you should call Ghostbusters," Dean smirked. Cami rolled her eyes and Sam face palmed.

"Haha. Very funny, Dean. But, really. Three people went missing in a six-day period. Two of the bodies were found. Their hearts ripped out, but there were fang marks on their necks. I don't know if we are going for, vampire, werewolf, skinwalker. It's just not adding up. I need help," Cami said defeated.

"Well, I think we should look at the bodies. Maybe there's something we missed. I mean really we can—" Dean was interrupted by the sound of people running down the stairs.

"Mom, we're heading to the park," a girl about 15 said to Cami. She had the same skin tone and face. But her eyes were green, not blue. She was wearing a strapless pink dress with a white bow on one side. She had on cute white wedges to go with her dress. Her hair was half up, half down and curled. "Dylan, Parker, and Michael are going to meet us there." She looked at the two men sitting on the couch. "Who are they?" She asked, annoyance masking her voice. She glared daggers at them while Sam shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The girls flanking Cami's daughter were whispering and giggling about Sam and Dean.

Sam and Dean stood up to shake her daughters hand. "Carson, this is Sam and Dean. We were friends along time ago. They are cops. They're helping me with the disappearances."

"Hi, Carson. I'm Sam," he shook her hand. "This is my brother, Dean."

"Yeah, I heard. Well, nice meeting you. Mom, we'll back around seven. Bye," then all the girls ran towards the door whispering, and looking over their shoulders at the men on Carson's house.

"How do you know all this, by the way?" Dean asked.

"I'm the county coroner," she giggled.

"Well good for you, Cami. Other than the way they were killed, was there any other connection?" Dean asked. He stared at Cami's lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them again.

"They were all blonde, about 5'10" and between 15 to 25 years of age."

"That narrows it down," Sam said. Dean and he stood to leave. "Thanks for the info, Cami. We'll be in touch. Your daughter is beautiful. She looks just like you. It was nice to meet you," Sam finished then walked out the door.

"Um, well… It was great seeing you, Cami. Stay safe, and watch your daughter. She fits the profile." Dean said. He squeezed Cami's hand then closed the door.

Cami leaned against the locked door. "Our daughter," Cami mumbled to herself.

Carson walked down the street when she heard a purr coming down the street. She turned her head to see the two men from her house in a black Chevrolet. She sighed to herself and continued walking to the park while Missy and Karli talked about them.

"Did you see how hot the tall one was?" Missy gushed to Karli.

"Not as cute as the other one. His name was Dean. His eyes were beautiful! What do you think, Car?" Karli asked her. Lost in thought, she didn't bother to answer. "Carson? Carson!"

"What? What?" Carson answered, awaken from her trance.

"We were talking about the men from your house? Who do you think is cuter, the tall one or the one with the green eyes?" Missy asked.

"Neither. I don't think either of them are cute." Carson walked a little ahead of the other two girls. She stepped around the corner. A hand with a cloth in it flew to her mouth and nose. She tried to keep awake and scream, but she started to slip into blackness…

"Miss Carlyle! Miss Carlyle! It's Missy and Karli! Open up," two girls screamed from the front porch. Cami jumped up to get it.

"What's wrong?" Cami asked. She noticed Carson wasn't with them. "Where's Carson?"

They both started talking and crying at the same time. "Girls, come in and calm down. Now, where's Carson?" she asked very calmly.

"We were walking down Alpine to go to the park," Missy started. "Karli and I were talking about the two men here earlier."

"Carson walked like two steps ahead of us. We could even touch here if we put our arms out. She walked around the corner onto Crest," Karli continued, crying.

"Then she was gone," they finished together. They were sobbing hysterically.

"Okay," Cami said, trying to process the information she had just been given. "You checked the bushes, to make sure she didn't trip or try to hide?" The two girls nodded their heads. "Okay, you two should go home and tell your parents. We'll find her, okay?"

They nodded then left. Cami still in shock got into her car and drove to the shittiest motel she could find.