A/N: Ok, so this is my first Supernatural fic, please bear with me lol. Like I said, this is basically the show as it is, with a little sister character, and one or two original storylines slipped in here and there. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. I wish I did, but I don't so that sucks for me lol This chapter includes dialogue taken from Pilot, purely for contextual purposes :)

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Chapter One- Pilot- part 1

"Hey, you want breakfast?" Dean asked as Sam searched through his brother's box of cassette tapes.
"No thanks," Sam replied, momentarily glancing up and seeing the bag in Dean's hand "So how'd you pay for that stuff?" he asked "You and Dad still running credit card scams?"
"Yeah, well," Dean shrugged nonchalantly "Hunting aint exactly a pro-ball career." Dean smirked mischievously "Besides, all we do is apply. It's not our fault they send us the cards."
"Yeah," Sam replied, his eyebrows raised into his dark hair "and what names did you write on the application this time?"
"Uh..." Dean sighed as he got back behind the wheel, having to pick through the many names they had used over the years "Bert Aframian, and his son, Hector. Scored two cards out of the deal."
"Sounds about right." Sam scoffed before turning back to the box in his lap "I swear man; you've gotta update your cassette tape collection." He whined.
"Why?" Dean questioned with a frown.
"Well, for one; they're cassette tapes" Sam argued, dipping his hand into the box "and two; Black Sabbath? Motor-head? Metallica? It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."
Dean grabbed one and defiantly shoved it into the player "House rules Sammy; driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole."
"You know," Sam sighed, ignoring the comment "'Sammy' is a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam, ok?"
Dean leaned forward and cranked up the volume "I'm sorry, I can't hear you" he yelled as they pulled out of the gas station "The music's too loud."
"Where are we going anyway?" Sam called over the thumping of the stereo.
"Portland." Dean replied simply.
"What's in Portland?" Sam asked, confusion etched into his features.
"Probably the scariest thing we've ever faced." Dean answered dramatically. Sam looked concerned for a minute, before raising his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for an answer.
Dean looked Sam straight in the eyes "Elena."

Elena Winchester was rinsing the shampoo from her hair, singing along to herself, when someone started to bang on the bathroom door.
"Lena!" her best friend Taylor called "You have a text message."
"What's it say?" Lena replied, squeezing a dollop of conditioner into her palm.
"It says 'We need to talk. Be there soon. Love your big brother Dean and big sister Sam.'" Taylor read before adding "Dude, I didn't know you had a sister."
"I don't." Lena answered, unable to stop the grin that was spreading over her face "It's just Dean being an ass."
Elena quickly finished her shower and dressed, feeling suddenly more cheerful than she could remember feeling for a while. She enjoyed her school, had four incredible best friends, but she missed her brothers and her father and, while she hated to admit it, she kind of missed hunting too.
She had spent her life being trained like a warrior, to hunt and fight and destroy, alongside her family, so being dropped off, alone, at a boarding school at the age of thirteen had been a major culture shock. One that she had taken a long time to get over.
At first, Elena had taken every precaution she could think of; she wore countless charms, salted every window, and drew devil's traps in her walk-in closet, above the shower, under the windows and doors, covered in rugs. She had even slept with a bottle of holy water next to her bed, with a silver knife under her pillow and an iron crowbar beneath the mattress. Her room-mate Taylor, a petite blonde with pretty blue eyes, a huge attitude and an even bigger mouth, had not objected to Elena's seemingly crazy actions, and Elena had appreciated it. It took Elena a good few weeks to realise that the safety measures she was taking to secure herself meant that she was breaking one of her father's cardinal rules: whatever you do, don't stand out. Blend in wherever possible. So, slowly, and not without anxiety, Elena had made her defences more and more discreet until she'd eventually just taken them away. Now, three and a half years later, only the charms, dangling around her wrist, the silver knife and the holy water remained.
Lena itched in her uniform. She'd always hated it, and she couldn't understand why her father had chosen to send her to of the few schools where she couldn't wear her own clothes. All that day, Lena was impatient and distracted in class, desperately eager to hear the roar of the impala on campus. She checked her phone countless times during the day, hoping for a better ETA than 'soon'. To Dean, 'soon' could mean anything between five minutes and five days. She tried not to be disappointed when she climbed into bed with no sign of Sam and Dean.
"I thought your brothers were coming today?" Taylor asked as she clambered into her own bed.
"Me too Tay." Elena replied dejectedly, once again checking her cell.
"Don't forget," Taylor continued cheerfully, hoping that a change in topic would stop her best friend from looking so miserable. "It's Anna and Brooke's birthday next week."
Anna and Brooke were twins who, along with a small, mousy girl named Meredith, lived in the dorm next to Taylor and Elena's, and they made up the other three of Elena's four best friends.
"I know; I haven't forgotten." Elena promised, seeing straight through Taylor's plan to distract her.
"And," Taylor continued with a wry grin "It's your turn to get the coffee in the morning."
Lena groaned loudly. She hated the coffee run. It meant getting up early.
"Didn't I already take my turn?" she asked hopefully.
Taylor scoffed "Yeah, last Friday. Don't try and wheedle your way out Elena Mary Winchester."
"But I don't even like coffee!" Elena whined, mirroring the same conversation they had every Thursday night.
"Tough." Taylor replied, deadpan. "It'll be Friday, so it's your turn. End of story."
"Fine." Elena grumbled, feigning a pout. "I don't like you."
"I don't like you either." Taylor retorted with a soft tinkering for a laugh as she reached over to swift off the lamp "Now goodnight best friend."
"Goodnight."

Elena woke up abruptly the next morning, after receiving a kick from Taylor.
"Get up," She grunted; still half asleep herself "We need caffeine."
Without discernible words, Lena slid out of bed, blindly yanked clean uniform out of her closet and threw them on, barely noticing Meredith sitting cross-legged on the floor with chemistry homework spread out in front of her, and Anna and Brooke perched on the end of Taylor's bed, Anna twisting Brooke's thick auburn curls into a braid. Elena crossed into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face and began to brush her teeth.
"Dude, hurry up. We're barely conscious here." Taylor yelled.
"Alright," Elena snapped through a mouthful of spearmint foam "I'm going."
She quickly ran a brush through her long, dark brown waves of hair. She laughed as she fell through the door, trying to shove shoes on her feet, as her friends all but pushed her out.
It was still early, and very few people were around. She had absent-mindedly grabbed her phone on the way out, and she checked it again. Nothing. She sighed irritably and continued on her way to the coffee vendor that one of the five girls frequented every weekday morning.
"Hey Princess!" A voice behind her suddenly called, and Lena immediately halted, a huge grin spreading across her cheeks. She knew that voice. She would have been able to pick it out anywhere, anytime. Lena turned and her eyes fell straight to her brothers, leaning casually against the impala, smiling broadly at her. Without really thinking about it, Lena took off a run. She launched herself at Dean first, and he caught her in a bear hug, lifting her momentarily from the ground. When her feet touched the floor again, she did the same to Sam, realising that it was the first time she had seen him for just over two years. The thought made Lena hold onto him tighter for a few more seconds. She couldn't believe how much she had missed her brothers, and now, seemingly out of the blue, they were in front of her again.
"I thought you guys were coming yesterday." She told them when she finally let go of Sam.
"Yeah, well," Dean scoffed "I think his big fancy college has spoilt Sammy, and now he's decided that my car isn't good enough to sleep in, so we had to stop."
Lena gave them both a punch in the arm "And you couldn't have dropped me a text or something?" She accused as her brothers rubbed their arms, pouting slightly. Lena checked the time and saw that she had already been gone for ten minutes. She knew that she'd be in trouble with Taylor if she wasn't quicker, but she struggled to care. She sighed, knowing that it was only fair for her to get the coffee. It was her turn, after all. However, as she looked around, about to ask if Sam and Dean wanted coffee too, she spotted her friends walking past, gawking at them and giggling to themselves.
"I'm going right now!" She yelled to them, causing Sam and Dean to cast each other confused glances.
"Don't worry about it." Taylor called in a sickly sweet tone. Lena raised her eyebrows before sighing and rolling her eyes.
"Wait here." She muttered to her brothers before stalking off towards her friends.
"Alright, what's going on?" Lena demanded, arms folded firmly across her chest.
"What do you mean?" Tay asked, feigning ignorance.
"You're being nice."
"I'm always nice."
"No you're not." Lena shot back "Not this early in the morning, so spit it out."
A slight, mischievous smile played over Taylor's lips "You didn't tell us they were so hot."
Lena groaned "Guys, come on. They're my brothers."
"Even better," Anna started, and her sister added "Now you can introduce us."
"Are you guys serious?" Lena whined.
"Deadly," Taylor grinned, grabbing Lena's hand and dragging her along "Let's go."
"Sam, Dean," Lena grumbled when they reached the car "Meet my incredibly irritating best friends; Taylor, Meredith, Anna and Brooke."
Dean nodded "Ladies."
"Ok," Elena started, turning back to her brothers "You said we needed to talk. What about?"
Dean's eyes flickered to the four other girls before finally calculating the best answer that would get Lena's attention, but no one else's. "Dad."
Lena felt herself stiffen, and she didn't let her eyes wander from her brothers as she spoke to her friends. "Guys, I'll meet you all back at the room, ok?"
The other girls were a little bit surprised, but they agreed and quickly left, wandering to themselves what was going on. Lena waited until they were completely gone before speaking.
"What about Dad?" She asked, her tone and mood instantly icy to keep herself distant.
"He's hunting, and I haven't heard from him for a few days." Dean explained in a sombre tone.
"Is that it?" Lena asked incredulously, feeling herself physically relax. "Dean, this is dad we're talking about. He does this all the time."
"Not like this Le. He's never gone this long without at least calling me." Dean explained.
"So he's busy." Lena suggested with a shrug "He'll stumble back when he's done."
"I don't think so Elena, not this time."
"Well, what are we supposed to do?" Lena asked, failing to see the bigger picture.
"We need to go and find him." Dean replied, as if the answer should have been obvious. Lena glanced across at Sam, looking for something that might give her a little more insight into what they should do. "Do you think we should go and find him?" She asked him seriously.
"I think we need to at least find out what he was hunting, to see if there's even a chance of it being something Dad couldn't handle on his own."
"Huh." Lena huffed, clearly unimpressed by Sam's response.
"What?" Sam asked, Lena's reaction not going unnoticed.
"Nothing," Lena told him, deadpan "it's just, you've never exactly been gung ho for helping Dad on his hunts."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sam questioned, seeing the scowl on Lena's face.
"It means you left Sammy. You made your choice, and while none of us were happy about it, we left you alone. And now, all of a sudden, you're raring to go? I'm just saying, it doesn't make sense."
"You didn't exactly encourage me to stay." Sam shot back, sending Lena back on the defensive.
"Sam, I was twelve years old. How exactly was I supposed to make you stay?" Lena demanded, hearing her voice getting louder as her anger increased. Leave it to Sam to put a downer on their reunion, she though bitter.
"You could have asked." Sam told her simply, leaving all three of them shocked at the realisation of the simplicity of what he had said.
"W-what?" Lena stuttered, tripping over the word, sure that she had heard wrongly.
"If you'd have asked me, Elena, I might have stayed." Sam told her quietly, regretting the confession as soon as it left his lips.
"Don't you dare" Lena warned darkly "Don't you dare put that on me Sam. I cried myself to sleep listening to that argument, and when I woke up, you were gone! You didn't even say goodbye to me!" Elena yelled, frustrated and upset. She took a step forward, sizing herself up to Sam, though she knew there was no way she could ever compete with him. He was a good few inches taller, and she would never catch up. But that didn't stop her trying. Dean felt like he could have cut the atmosphere with a knife, and while he knew there was no way Sam would ever hit Elena, he couldn't be so sure about Lena not throwing a few punches at Sam.
"Alright ladies," he boomed, stepping between them "Simmer down a little, huh?"
Before any of them had a chance to say anything else, a voice behind them grabbed their attentions, forcing an interruption to Lena and Sam's stare-down with each other.
"Lena, are you alright?" the voice asked, and when Dean looked, he saw a tall, wiry boy, around Lena's age, with a mass of light brown spikes for hair and bright eyes that seemed to be a mixture of blue and green. Neither Sam nor Dean recognised him, but when Lena saw him, she physically relaxed and stepped away from Sam.
"Everything's fine Jake." She promised, giving the boy a name.
"Yeah Jake," Dean repeated stiffly "Everything's fine."
Lena shot her brother a glare before turning back to Jake, who had taken another protective step towards her, one that had not gone unnoticed by Sam and Dean, while Jake shot them wary glances.
"Jake, these are my brothers." She explained, suffocating in the testosterone in the air. Jake gave a small nod, and Sam and Dean just glared. Elena quickly shooed her friend off to class, warning that he would be late.
"Aren't you worried about being late?" Sam asked, his head not quite out of school mode yet.
"Nah," Elena shrugged "I don't really like class. And, I have a free period now anyway."
"Nice uniform by the way Le." Dean smirked, glancing down at her matching navy blue blazer and knee length skirt, and the light blue blouse that made up her uniform. Her knobbly knees were covered with nude tights, and her feet were clad in simple black pumps.

"Shut up." She shot back "So, geniuses, what do you suggest we do now?" Lena asked seriously, her tone and her gaze dropping slightly.

"Honestly," Dean sighed, "I think we should all stick together until this is sorted out."

"So you want me to come with you?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.

Dean nodded, almost solemnly. Lena rubbed her face with her hand and sighed. "Fine." She muttered.

Sam and Dean glanced at each other. All three of them were surprised that there had not been more of a fight from Lena. She saw their expressions and smiled wearily at them "it's Dad." She offered simply as they only explanation.

"Dean, it could take weeks to get her out of school. This isn't going to work." Sam argued.

Lena grinned "Not exactly. When Dad bought me here, he set up this thing where a select group of people can switch me over to a home school programme in no more than ten minutes."

Sam shot her a quizzical, sceptical glance.

"I'm not sure how it works," Lena finished "but it must be our lucky day because you two knuckle heads are on that list of people who can do it."

Wordlessly, with a solid plan to work to, the three set off towards the Dean's office to make the arrangements. The inside of the school was modern and sophisticated, and it was clear that a lot of time, effort and money went into keeping it looking immaculate. As they passed the library, it almost looked like it had been removed from an older, likely medieval castle and attached to the school. The ceiling was high and ornate, and the walls were almost filled from top to bottom with books. It made Sam envious that he had not been sent to the school himself when he had been Lena's age.

Dean Roger's office was empty when they arrived, so the three Winchesters settled into the seats outside the door to wait.

"Hey Lena," Sam said after a minute of contemplative silence "Who else is on that list of people who can take you out of school?"

Lena thought for a second "Well, like I said; you two, Dad obviously, Pastor Jim, Caleb and Bobby."

"But what if none of us can get to you?" Dean questioned.

"You know, I asked Dad that question too." Lena commented.

"What did he say?"

"He said that if none of the six of you could come, then it's time to forget school and run like hell, because it means something bad is going on."

Left with a slightly solemn thought, they were all relieved when a tall, slender woman with a kind face rounded the corner and spotted them.

"Ah Miss Winchester, just the student I was hoping not to see today." The woman joked with a warm smile "Professor Wood tells me you were late for biology again yesterday."

"Yes, but Dean Rogers, if I started turning up on time to class, you'd expect it every day." Lena replied with a mischievous grin.

"And wouldn't that be something. Your brothers?" Dean Rogers added dryly before turning to Sam and Dean with an outstretched hand. Lena nodded, a slightly pleased grin on her cheeks. "Elena is an exceptional student, very bright with a good head on her shoulders."

"And that's without turning up to class on time." Elena muttered.

"So just think what you could do if you did. Now, to what do I owe this impromptu visit?"

"It's the day you've been waiting for since I got here Dean Rogers." Lena exclaimed happily "I've got to split."
The dean narrowed her eyes slightly "Can I ask why?"

"I thought you promised my father no questions?" Lena queried, matching the older woman's almost challenging tone.

Dean Rogers shrugged, feigning nonchalance "Fair enough. If one of you gentlemen would like to follow me, we can sort out the necessary paperwork, and you can be on your way."

Dean Rogers stepped inside her office, leaving the three of them alone again.

"What name should I use?" Dean whispered nervously.

"Concentrate now, this one's complicated;" Lena replied seriously in a hushed tone. Dean leaned closer, eager to make sure he got it right when Lena finally told him "Dean Winchester."

Sam chuckled and Dean muttered something that sounded like 'Smart-ass' under his breath and before following after the Dean. Sam and Lena sat for a few long seconds in a semi-uncomfortable silence before Lena finally decided to swallow her pride and break it.

"Look, Sammy," she started, fidgeting in her seat "What I said outside, about you not caring about Dad..."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows "You didn't say that I don't care about Dad."

"That's what I was thinking. It's what I meant." Lena admitted quietly, looking down at her feet. "I'm sorry, alright? I was...well, I don't know what I was, but it was unfair of me to say those things to you."

"It's alright, short-stuff." Sam told her, giving her a playful nudge before turning serious again. "I never even realised that I didn't say goodbye to you."

"Whaddya say we just call it even then, huh?" Elena suggested with a hopeful glance.

"Deal." Sam answered. Lena leant her head on Sam's shoulder.
"I missed you." She told him honestly, but Dean emerged again before Sam had chance to reply.

"Elena, I'll have your books ready for you by the time you're packed." Dean Rogers told her firmly. She had clearly tried to squeeze information out of Dean, but from the triumphant smirk on her brother's face, Lena guessed that she hadn't been successful.

The three left quickly and made their way across campus to Lena's dorm. Lena felt decidedly happier now that she had cleared the air with Sam, and she had to admit that she was growing kind of excited to be going out on a hunt again.

When they reached Lena's dorm, she went to push it straight open, but quickly realised that it was locked.

"Huh," she mumbled "Tay must be next door." She pulled out her key and unlocked the door, letting them all inside.

"Nice pad, young one." Dean said, letting out an impressed whistle. "I'm a little disappointed though."

Lena raised an eyebrow, knowing what he meant. She crossed over to her bed "Holy water." She said, tossing him the bottle before reaching beneath the pillow and mattress. "Silver and iron. There are four devil's traps; one by the window, one by the door, and one inside the shower and the closet."

"Well, I take it back" Dean chuckled "Someone's a bit of an anxious Anne, huh?"

She ignored the comment and sighed "Right, if I'm not back in five minutes, leave without me, because this is going to be ugly."

Lena left the room, leaving Dean and Sam to entertain themselves.

"You know what I don't get?" Sam said to Dean when they were alone "Why is it that Dad had a major bitch fit at me when, at the age of eighteen, I left for college, but then, at the age of thirteen, he sends Elena away."

"You don't get it, do you?" Dean asked, clearly amused by his brother's apparent ignorance, mid-way through fiddling with some of Elena's things. "You left to forget. You wanted to get away from the life we lead, and that included all the precautions that keep us safe. Elena, on the other hand, clearly never let her guard down."
Sam opened his mouth to argue, but the loud yelling that erupted from the room next door stopped him. A moment later, Lena crashed through the door, followed by a hoard of seriously angered teenage girls.

"I told you right from the start that there was a chance this was going to happen Taylor. There's nothing I can do about it." Lena shot over her shoulder as she stalked over to her bed, leaning down and dragging out a duffel bag from underneath.

"You could stay." Taylor retorted sharply.

"I can't" Lena replied, stepping into her closet and started to go through her clothes, selecting the most convenient items there. Mostly jeans and t-shirts. Over the few years she had been at the school, Lena had slowly acquired a number of nicer items of clothing, things that she saved for parties mostly. She had been reluctant to buy them at first, and now she knew why. She hated that she would have to leave so much behind.

"Where are you even going?" Taylor demanded. Lena was about to yell an angry response about it not mattering where she was going, but she realised that she didn't even know. She slowly turned to Sam and Dean, who had remained in their original spots, too scared to move into the girl's line of fire.

"Where are we going?" She asked expectantly. The boys were silent for a minute. Sam looked down at the floor, slightly uncomfortable. Dean thought for a minute before deciding that it wouldn't matter if a few teens knew where they were headed. There was no possible way they could guess what they were doing anyway.

"California." He answered cheerfully, hoping to slash some of the tension.

"California? California!" Taylor exclaimed, throwing her hand in the air. "That's great. You're going on a vacation!"

"I'm not going for a freakin' vacation." Lena hissed venomously "It's complicated, ok? I don't even understand it myself, and you're not exactly making it easy for me."

"Are you coming back?" One of the twins whispered, her tone soft and sad, sharply contrasted with the angered voices of Lena and Taylor.

"I don't know." Lena replied, almost as quietly, and she knew it was as close to honest as she could get with her friends. The realisation seemed to really hit the five girls, and as if on cue, all ten eyes seemed to well up at the same time.

Great, Dean thought, synchronised crying.

However, before any tears started to flow, a knock on the door seemed to force the girls to reign themselves in. Meredith quickly pushed open the door, revealing Jake, looking confused with an armful of books.

"Dean Rogers got me out of class and asked me to bring these to you." He explained awkwardly. "What's going on?"

"Minor family drama," Lena shrugged dismissively "I've got to leave."

Lena shut off while Jake ranted. Taylor joined in again. Lena didn't hear a word. She finished shoving her simplest clothes into the bag, as well as her glasses, her spare contact lenses, her items from the bathroom, her knife and crowbar, a few books, her iPod and phone and the locked metal tin that held the money she had been saving for years. Wordlessly, she grabbed a spare pair of jeans and t-shirt and went into the bathroom to change out of her uniform. She thought about leaving it behind, knowing she wouldn't need it anymore, but without really knowing why, she changed her mind and tossed it in the bag too. She grabbed her leather jacket from the closet, a slightly more feminine version of Dean's jacket with a hood.

"Help yourself ladies," she announced as she stepped out again, aware of the fact that she had interrupted Taylor and Jake. "Donate what you don't want. Jake, I'd say you could look too, but I don't think I have anything in your colour."

The room fell silent. Everyone had realised that there was nothing else for Lena to do now but leave. Lena slipped into her jacket, threw the duffel onto her shoulder, and bundled the books from the bed, where Jake had dumped them when he'd begun shouting. Sam and Dean each took them from her, mostly because neither of them liked feeling like they weren't doing anything, and also so that she could walk unhindered with her friends to the car. Lena was grateful that her brothers had decided to walk a little way ahead of her as they made their way across campus. Taylor and Jake had each hooked their fingers around Lena's, and the other three girls walked close to them. Dean could hear Lena laughing at some unheard comment as he put the books into the trunk. He watched as Sam slowly wondered over, took Lena's bag put that into the trunk too. They each climbed into the car, waiting for Lena to join them. With the windows closed, they couldn't hear what was being said, but they could see Elena's watery smile as she hugged each of her friends, lingering a little longer when she got to Taylor. The boys stiffened when they saw Jake press a kiss on Lena's cheek, but straight afterwards, Lena scurried over to the impala and climbed in, waving as Dean pulled away.

"Well, that was easier than I thought." She murmured after a few minutes of sniffling in the back seat. She wiped away silent tears with her sleeve and leaned forward in her seat. "So, what's the plan?"

"Well," Dean started "We head to Jericho, find out what it is Dad was after and if he got it, see where he went, and just follow the trail until we find Dad."

"And all before Monday." Sam muttered, sounding sceptical.

"Why, what's Monday?" Lena asked, looking between her brothers, noting the irritated glance Dean was shooting Sam.

"I have a law school interview, with the chance of a full ride." Sam explained, choosing to ignore Dean.

"Nice job Samson." Lena replied, putting out her hand for a high-five. Sam grinned and reciprocated it. "How's your girlfriend, err, what's her name?"

"Jessica." Sam told her, smiling as he thought about her. "She's fine."
"Yeah she is." Dean grinned. Both Sam and Lena shot him an unimpressed glance. To occupy the void that Lena was suddenly starting to feel over being away from her friends, Lena quickly asked Sam and Dean to fill her in on the case. But even after she had squeezed out every bit of information, it still wasn't enough, and began to feel empty again. She didn't know when, or if, she would be returning to school, and she didn't even know if she wanted to. The whole time she had been at school, she had been waiting to be with her brothers again, but now that she was, she would even deal with Professor Wood's monotone biology classes. She might have even made an effort to arrive on time too. Lena honestly didn't know where her head was, so she thought that the best thing for her to do would be to just take things as they came for a while. Deciding that she had nothing better to do, Lena lay down on the backseat, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to fall asleep to the soft motions of the impala moving beneath her, feeling as if nothing had changed.

A few hours later, Lena woke up, sore and groggy; asking herself why she thought it had been such a good idea to sleep in the car as she unfolded herself. She sat up, noting that Sam was on the phone, and Dean was still driving.

Lena yawned and rubbed her eyes. "Where are we?" she asked quietly as she pushed her fringe from her eyes.

"Just outside Jericho." Dean replied as Sam snapped his cell phone shut.

"Alright, so there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue, so that's something I guess." Sam told them.

Lena sighed "So he's not hurt or dead in Jericho. One town, in one state; check. So that just leaves another forty-nine states, and countless other towns. Yippee." She said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable.

"Check it out." Dean nodded ahead of him, before another argument could begin, motioning to the bridge in front of them, swarming with police officers. Dean pulled up just off the bridge and reached over Sam, into the glove compartment. He pulled put a small box and searched through the various fake ids inside before settling on FBI. He handed Sam one, and then gave Lena an FBI intern id. Lena couldn't remember the last time she had needed to use a fake id, but she knew that hunting was like riding a bike. You never forget.

As soon as they got out of the car, the three of them began to hear the conversation ahead of them.

"Did you guys find anything?" A police officer yelled over the side of the bridge.

"No, nothing." Replied an unseen voice. Dean, Sam and Lena moved forwards, seeing another officer come out of a car they were searching, which seemed to be the centre of the investigation.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless, it's almost too clean" he sighed, looking frustrated and disappointed at the same time.

"So this kid Troy; he's dating your daughter, isn't he?" Another officer asked him.

The officer nodded "Yeah."

"How's Amy doing?"

"She's putting up missing posters downtown."

Dean stepped forwards and interrupted the conversation "You fellas had another one just like this last month, didn't ya?"

"Who are you?" The officer asked, narrowing his eyes warily, looking at the three strangers with suspicion.

"Federal Marshals." Dean replied casually, flipping open his id and showing the man, an air of confidence coming from every pore, stopping the officer from doubting what he was being told. No matter how many times she did this, Lena always held her breath cautiously until she knew they were in the clear. She saw the officer's eyes shift to her, and then back to Dean with a questioning look.

"Intern." Dean said, nodding towards her as the only explanation.

"You two are a little young for Marshals, aren't you?" The officer asked, looking back to Sam and Dean, seeming to accept Lena's presence.

"Thanks, that's awfully kind of you." Dean grinned broadly before turning serious again "You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, a few miles up the road." He explained "There have been others before that."

"So this victim; you knew him?" Sam asked.

The officer nodded slowly "In a town like this, everybody knows everything."

"Any connections between the victims, besides that they're all men?" Dean asked, circling the car, covertly searching details that the cops may have missed.

"No," the officer answered, shaking his head "not so far as we can tell."

"So what's the theory?" Sam asked, following Dean. Lena hurried after them, not wanting to be left on her own.

"Honestly? We don't know." The officer admitted "Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?"

Dean gave a small grin "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work that I'd expect out of you guys."

Lena's eyes widened slightly, and Sam quickly stepped on Dean's foot.

"Thank you for your time." Sam grinned, hurriedly leading them away. When they were a little further away from the officers, Dean smacked Sam over the back of his head.

"Ow!" Sam yelped "What was that for?"

"Why do you have to step on my foot?" Dean shot.

"Why do you have to talk to police like that?" Sam retorted.

"Ladies," Lena warned, trailing behind "Do I have to put you two in time out?"

Dean spun around, exasperated.

"Come on! They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're gonna find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves."

Lena noticed movement behind her brother's head, and she cleared her throat to get their attention as three more officers approached.

"Can I help you?" one of them- the sheriff- asked, his eyes hidden with dark sunglasses.

"No sir, we were just leaving." Dean smiled, nodding to the other two men as they walked past. "Agent Mulder Agent Sully."

As the three of them walked away and clambered silently into the car, they could feel the sheriff's eyes on them, but they pretended not to notice.

The town was smaller than they had originally anticipated, so within a matter of minutes, Dean had parked the car and they soon spotted a girl putting up posters, like they had heard the victim's girlfriend had been doing.

"You must be Amy." Dean commented as they approached, letting his confidence in what he was saying show; the best way he knew in making people believe him.

"Yeah." The girl confirmed warily, eyeing the three of them slightly nervously.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles; I'm Dean, this is Sammy," Dean explained matter-of-factly "and this is his Aunt Elena."

"He never mentioned you to me." Amy told them simply, but Dean was quick to respond; another feature of a good liar.

"Well, that's Troy I guess." He shrugged casually "We're not around much; we're up in Modesto. So we're looking for him too, and we're kind of asking around."

Before anything else could be said, another girl approached them, giving Dean, Sam and Lena cautious glances.

"Hey, are you ok?" She asked Amy, her eyes still flickering over the three strangers. Amy nodded, giving a weak smile, as if she were a little uncertain.

"Do you mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asked softly, hoping to be encouraging and comforting. Lena stayed silent, thinking that after so much time away from hunting, she had gotten out of practice, and she worried about saying something that might blow their cover. She soon found herself following behind the two girls and her brothers to a small diner in the centre of town, where they quickly sat.

"I was on the phone to Troy. He was driving home." Amy explained "He said he would call me right back, but he never did."

"He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?" Sam queried.

"No," Amy shook her head "Nothing that I can remember."

"I like your necklace." Lena suddenly blurted, earning herself glances from her brothers.

Amy looked down, slightly taken aback by the sudden compliment, but she picked it up and smiled.

"Troy gave it to me, mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff."

"Actually," Sam interjected "it means just the opposite. A pentagram is protection against evil, really powerful. I mean, if you believe in that kind of thing." He finished quickly, noticing the surprised expression on Amy and her friend's faces.

Dean scoffed eager to take back control and direction of the conversation "Ok, thank you 'unsolved mysteries'. Here's the deal ladies; the way Troy disappeared? Something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean let his speech fade out when he saw the glances the two girls were giving each other "What is it?"

Amy shifted nervously in her seat "Well, it's just...with all these guys going missing; people talk."

"What do they talk about?" The three Winchesters asked in perfect unison.

"It's kind of this local legend." Amy's friend answered "This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial like...decades ago." Lena leaned forward in her seat, eagerly drinking in the information, and she realised just how much she had missed hunting while she had been at school. "Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever she picks up- well, they disappear forever."

The library was quite; it was a small town, and nowhere got crowded very often. Dean immediately jumped onto one of the computers, leaving his younger siblings to roll over seats and sit around him. Dean hurriedly tapped at the keys, and looked momentarily disappointed when his search bought up no results. He thought for a second before trying again, only to be greeted, once again, with 'No results found.'

"Let me try." Sam muttered, moving to take the mouse.

"I got it." Dean snapped, slapping Sam's hand away. Lena saw Sam roll his eyes before shoving Dean's chair, sending him spinning out of the way. Dean rolled himself back over, smacking Sam in the arm.

"Dude," he hissed irritably, "You're such a control freak."

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean's comment.

"Right." Lena confirmed.

Sam shrugged "Maybe it's not murder." Sam typed into the search bar, and gave a smug smirk when the computer dinged, signalling that it had bought up a result when Sam had entered 'Female suicide Centennial highway.'

"This is 1981." Sam read "Constance Welch, twenty-four years old; jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river."

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked.

Sam scanned the article and grimaced "Yeah."

"Why?Lena asked, though she wasn't sure she wanted to know why a young woman would throw herself from a bridge.

"An hour before they found her, she calls nine-one-one; her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute. She comes back, and they aren't breathing. Both die."

"Jeez." Lena breathed, looking away from the screen for a second, listening as Sam continued.

"'Our babies were gone and Constance just couldn't bear it' said husband Joseph Welch.'" Sam read aloud.

"Does that bridge look familiar to you?" Dean asked, pointing to the picture on the screen. Lena looked around, having to squint at the picture, since she'd left her glasses in the car. When she could see it properly, Lena noticed that it was the same bench they had been standing on only a few hours before; the one where all the men had gone missing. Lena groaned, knowing what was coming.

A/N 2: If you're reading this, it probably means that you've read the entire first chapter, so thank you! Please R+R and let me know what you think!