Chapter One: Cars and Money
Summary: A Professional Escort, two male hunters and a sword are standing in the woods.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Gemma and the other Original Characters that are more-or-less background characters. And yes this IS a crossover, but I'll warn you when it's been crossover with something else via disclaimer.
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"So you've got a new case?"
"Yeah, no idea what it is though, thought you might set some light on it." Sam said to Bobby as Dean looked out the window with a bewildered expression. "See, there's all these kids going miss-" Sam started before been interrupted by his brother.
"Whose car is that?" Then his eyes went wide, "Is that a Mercedes McLaren Mini SLR?" Bobby turned his head and looked to where Dean had his eyes set on. Dean, tearing his eyes away from the window turned to face Bobby, "You have a Mercedes McLaren Mini SLR?" He nearly shouted at Bobby with an accusing voice.
"No, that's not mine." He stated with a frown, "It's a friends."
"Whoever this guy is…" Dean trailed off, "It's a nice car, a bit girly for my taste but-" He grinned crookedly before being interrupted.
"Dean, seriously, we'll talk about the car after we discuss the case." Sam told him before he turned back to Bobby, "As I was saying, a group of children aged between five and twelve years of age are going missing in this town, witnesses of the incidents say that they saw whatever has been taking the kids, slither, like a snake." Bobby rubbed his chin in thought before turning his back to the boys to look down into his books.
"I do know of one creature who may slither, specifically goes after children." Bobby said going through his books, "Said to be half snake, half woman, can't remember It's name but she's like a witch, but eats children because of having her own ripped from her by the father of her children's wife." He skimmed a few pages of a book before handing a book to Sam and pointing at the page on the left.
"Lamia? But they're just ancient Greek myths aren't they, from the gods?"
"Myths come from somewhere Sam, you know that." Sam sighed and looked down at the book, reading the only page of information on Lamia.
"So how do you kill it?"
"That's the thing, no one knows, you could try setting it upon fire? But be careful, just because it eats children doesn't mean it won't go after you, Lamia's are powerful boys, very powerful, it'll sense you're coming for it, the second you set foot into the town."
There was a sound of a door opening and closing interrupting what Sam was about to say before there was the sound of heels clicking down the hallway from the front entrance, "Hey Bobby, no one touched my car while I was gone right?" A voice called as the heels entered the kitchen, went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of beer before seeing people standing around a table.
"Boys, this is Genevieve Black." Bobby said indicating to the six foot three (in heels) woman who was wearing a black corset, thigh high four-inch heels, with what looked to be a black garter skirt. "Gemma, this is the Winchester's."
"Ah…" Was what both boys said, as they stared at her entire attire.
"Sorry, I was at work." She said, realizing that they were staring, "hard work you know." She laughed slightly as she opened the bottle of beer and took a swig.
"You hunt in those clothes?" Dean asked nearly losing his balance before placing a smirk on his face, "Not that I'm complaining or anything, because I'd work with you in those." He met her eyes and didn't stop smirking for a second as she cocked her hip.
"Cute, but no, I wasn't hunting, I was working, there's a difference." But she smirked regardless, "Gonna borrow your shower Bobby, ran into a vamp on my way out, got blood in my hair." She blew a kiss at the boys, "Nice seeing ya boys." She said before she went to the staircase.
"Is she-" Dean began to ask.
"Nah." He said shaking his head, "She's a high class escort, most of the time she just goes to pretty dances and dinners and makes the millionaire look like he isn't lonely." Dean smirked and then a thought came to him, "Don't try it boy, She may have a part time job, but her hearts still on her beloved."
"Why, what happened to-"
"Not my business to say, nasty as it is, speaking of which you should tell her of your hunt, she's very experienced in fighting creatures like Lamia."
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"Lamia? They're near impossible to kill, fire won't do it, best to just lock them in their home, bury them alive basically in a cave." Genevieve tossed her hair back as she re-crossed her legs that were covered in loose fitting jeans that had been worn so much that parts of the jeans were faded and one knee had a small hole in it.
"Fought a Lamia before have you?" Dean asked seriously. "From what I've heard they're pretty rare." Gemma rolled her eyes before she played with a ring on her finger, Dean's eyes darted to the ring, upon examining it slightly he raised an eyebrow.
"No I haven't fought one, someone I knew did though, nearly killed her." She laughed bitterly at her own statement before looking away. "Trust me when I say it's best to blow the cave and bury them alive, let it starve to death, they deserve to die shamefully." She stopped playing with the ring and went back to just having her hands folded in her lap.
"Look sweetheart-"
"You can try fire but I'll bet you twenty dollars that you'll either die or end up having to blow-up its home with it inside."
"How did you know it lives in a cave?" Sam asked, ignoring his brother.
"Because, that's where they always live." Gemma leaned forward in her seat, running her hands on her legs as if to wipe any sweat of her palms, "I'm coming along, I've got a client in town anyway and I might as well do both at the same time, besides I think the client has a kid."
"There's a millionaire living there?"
"The town's a good place to settle down if you've got money, it's not so big you have to worry about huge crimes, but it's not so small that everyone shops at the same shop, plus it has a good set of old Victorian houses that have a great view." Gemma smiled, thinking of pleasant view that was always to greet her when she awoke in the bed with the Client.
"You taking your car?" Dean asked separating her from her thoughts.
"Possibly, I don't usually go to a client's house unless it's in my own car, I don't get pooled in common cars or taxi's, it's tacky in the clients eyes- but this one is different to most clients." She smirked at the boy's, "What do you drive anyway?"
"'67 Chevy, impala." Gemma cocked an eyebrow.
"Mind if I take a look?"
"No problem, follow me." Dean said before leading her outside of Bobby's house to where he parked the car. "This is my baby." Gemma whistled as she stood in front of the car. She walked a full circle around it before coming back to where she had been standing before.
"Looks as good as new." She popped the hood of the car, "Nice engine, but I hate to say it but my car could blow yours away as it drives past on first gear." She said putting down the hood. "Though I wouldn't mind going for a ride in this car, it's definitely a car I would drive on hunting duty, there's no way I'd get blood in my baby."
"Hey don't go insulting her, she's way better then your girly little thing, besides, it's a classic, beats yours everyday of the week."
"Girly?" Gemma scoffed, "My car is practical, sexy, sleek and faster then your car, my clients love this car."
"Well I'm not a client, and I'm telling you that my car is better then yours any day of the week that ends in y." Gemma rolled her eyes her the young boyish comment.
"Tell you what, I've got to go to a dinner party in five hours, my client's friend is a car nazi, he'll tell us what the better car is, and if I lose, which I won't, I'll let you chose the prize." She said winking at him before heading to her car. "Trust me Dean, I'll win, and when I do, I'll go collecting my prize." Gemma opened up the trunk of her car and pulled out a plastic bag and a pair of black kitten heels. Seeing Dean look at her weirdly she cocked an eyebrow, asking silently while she was starting to get dressed, "What? I have to do a full body makeover, it takes a lot of work to look this good."
"Tell me one thing though." She nodded her head as she walked towards him once more, "Yesterday, you were on business, why didn't you take your car?"
"Client likes to pick me up so I had Bobby drop me off at the front of a motel and had the client pick me up, simple as that." She said shrugging. "I'm good at my jobs Dean, but what goes into both jobs is reading people, if you can't do that you're screwed." With that comment she walked away.
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"Hello Edward, how are you this fine evening?" Gemma asked after a polite kiss on both cheeks, "Looking handsome as ever." She smiled at him and he smiled in return as he took her coat and led her around into the dining area.
"I'm fine thank you Melody," He said using her fake name, "You're looking stunning this evening, not that you always don't but tonight you look extra special."
"Why, thank you, it's always nice to hear you say that." She smiled and gave him a quick kiss, "Edward, I have a question that I think only you can answer." The middle aged man turned to face her with a small smile, his ego always inflated around her, which was, she knew, how to get to a man, any man. "See, you know my car, the Mercedes-Benz, well my friend tells me that the 1967 Impala Chevy is better and I wanted to know which you think is better."
"Technology is a wonderful think Melody, but nothing beats the classics." She frowned, but quickly smiled again.
"Oh well, I guess I was wrong."
"That you were, now Miss James is this way if you'll follow me." He said guiding Genevieve to her client. He took her up a set of stairs and through a hallway before taking her to the master bedroom. "Miss James, Miss White is here." There was a muffled sound that sounded like 'come in' before Edward opened the door and allowed Gemma in before closing the door behind her.
"Hello Victoria."
"Melody, it's so nice to see you." A woman in her thirties said as she stood up from the dresser and walked to Gemma, "I've haven't seen you since last year, been busy have you?" She kissed Gemma lightly on the lips, drawing in her scent before she turned to the door as a small knock was heard.
"Mummy?"
"Come in Henry." The little boy turned the handle of the door and stepped into the room wearing a tuxedo. "There's my handsome boy." Victoria said picking him up and giving the little boy a kiss on the cheek, "Hey sweetie, do you remember Melody, she use to read to you when she visited."
"Melie!" He squealed reaching for her, "I missed you, maybe I can show you my room after dinner can I mum, please?"
"If you behave yourself." Henry pouted at his mum but nodded his head.
"He's grown up so much since I last saw him, I remember when he was just born, he had the prettiest eyes, just like his mum." Gemma said before kissing the little boy's cheek, "After dinner you'll have to show me your room, still got the ball I gave you?" He nodded his head, "Good I want to see if you've been playing with it, I'll know." The little boy grinned.
"Ok sweetie, mummy wants to talk with Melody so you go to your room and play until dinner's called alright?"
"Ok." He agreed before rushing off. Gemma watched as Victoria looked at the little boy rushing off down the hall to his room, sadly, as if lost in her thoughts.
"You're scared about the missing kids aren't you, scared that it might happen to him." Victoria turned to face her and sighed, hugging herself with her long arms, "I know some people, they're going to find what's doing this and stop it." She tried reassuring the Countess, "I promise you Victoria."
"I know Mel, I know, but…" She trailed off for a second, "He's my boy, and he is the only thing that kept me going after what happened with George." She sighed, "I don't know what I would do if I lost him." Gemma leaned into Victoria and wrapped her arms around her in comfort, kissing her softly on the forehead.
"Come on, don't think about that, it's not going to happen, we have a dinner that's about to begin that was cooked by your fabulous chefs, and people who need you to sparkle like the stars, come on, I know what will make you feel better, don't worry Victoria, this house is more protected then anything else." When she finally relaxed in Gemma's arms, Gemma kissed her softly on the lips, testing the waters before she cupped Victoria's head and tilted it up to face her properly. "Tell me when to stop."
"Don't… I need this." She whispered between their lips, "Thank you." She said as she placed one hand in Gemma's and brought her to the bed.
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"Thank god I brought a small make-up kit." Gemma said laughing as she stood in her underwear in Victoria's private bathroom. "Do you want me to re-touch up yours or do you want to do it yourself?" She asked as she placed the eyeliner lid on and turned to face Victoria who was pulling up her stockings.
"You're better at make-up then me Mel." Gemma smiled at her.
"Practice, that's all it is," she told her gently as she walked over and kissed her on the lips. "Now close your eyes." After a few minutes of applying mascara, eye-shadow, lipstick and blush on Victoria she deemed her perfect and allowed her to finish dressing as she re-dressed herself.
"Mel-" She was cut off by the sound of Gemma's phone ringing.
"Hold that thought for just a second." She said winking at her before pulling it out, walking into the bathroom out of earshot and answering the phone, "Melody here."
"Melody? Sorry wrong-"
"Hey Dean, sorry I must have given you the wrong number, what have you got?" Gemma said as she tried to fix her hair while trying not to accidentally hang up on Dean. It was tricky business balancing a phone on your shoulder while fixing hair. "And be quick, I've got to go to a dinner in a few minutes."
"You haven't started yet? But it's nine, what have you been doing for the most of it, wait don't answer that, ok we found the Lamia's lair but it's not there, we saved a kid but we need you to keep a look out, if your client has a kid-"
"Yeah, I'll look after the kid, don't worry I've got stuff on me, relax I didn't come unprepared you know, now do you know how its getting into their homes or anything?"
"No, not yet, if we need you we'll call you but be careful I think the Lamia knows about us, so it might go after us then you-"
"Relax Dean, I'll be on my guard, now I've got to go they're calling me down." Gemma hung up before putting the phone away and adding a few final touches to her hair before she walked out of the bathroom. Victoria was nowhere in sight so she guessed that Dinner had begun. Deciding that it would be suspicious if she brought her handbag around the house, she moved the blessed dagger into her garter belt and her phone into her bra where she moved it around before it looked normal enough.
She walked to Henry's room and knocked on the door, "Henry, are you in there?" She asked gently. The door opened and Henry stood there, his hair messed up and his tiny bowtie crooked. "Here sweetie let me fix that for you."
"Has mummy gone downstairs?" Gemma nodded her head as she brushed her fingers on his head to comb down the hair. "Are you going to stay overnight again and read my a story?"
"I'm sorry sweetie, I've got plans tonight, a few of my friends need help with something later but I might read you a story before that." The boy looked like a puppy that had been kicked, "Don't look at me like that, and if I could I would stay with you forever but I've got work to do ok?" She asked him before kissing his forehead, "Come downstairs with me though ok? I'll hold your hand if you want to."
"But I'm a big boy now!" He said and she smiled.
"Even big boys hold girls hands Henry, you know that." Henry looked up at Gemma for a second and blinked before nodding, "Ok then." He said giving her his hand to hold.
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All things considered, Dinner went well. It was a dinner party that was to meant for Victoria to get in well with the client, Victoria was wealthy because she managed money well, and she knew what people wanted because she read people very well, almost as well as a good hunter.
The food was fantastic as always and before Gemma took Henry to bed she talked to the cook and tried to con him into giving her the recipe for the main course. No such luck. "Come on Phil, tell me I won't ask for any other recipe."
"Melody, I know you, you'll ask as soon as you find out this one and can't work out the next, I'm on to you." He said jokingly to her. "Now go take young Henry to bed and I'll give you the recipe for the chicken instead." Gemma smiled and stole two cookies while Chef Phil wasn't watching and handed one of them to Henry.
"Will you read me a story before I go to sleep?" Henry asked with his eyes sparkling wide open, he looked so much like his mother, when he's older he'll probably have her brains as well. Genevieve nodded at him as she took a bite of the cookie and led him up the stairs to his room.
"Now you go change while I talk to your mum, I'll be back in five minutes so I expect your teeth to be shiny and white on my return." She kissed his forehead before walking down the hall to Victoria's room. "Hey, what's up?" Victoria had her head between her knees breathing slowly.
"I-I don't know, tonight went so well and I think I did everything I could to get the collection for the auction," She breathed out a breaths before she looked up to Gemma and met eye contact. "Something just doesn't feel right though Melody." Gemma looked at her strangely, she opened her lips to say something when the piercing sounds of a boy screaming echoed the large house.
"Henry!" Both Genevieve and Victoria called at once, while Victoria ran to her son's room, Genevieve pulled out her blessed dagger and mobile, her number on Dean's, when she entered the room she saw the boy been dragged out the window and onto a tree, the distinct sound of hissing coming from near the boy as he screamed for his mother.
"Dean!" She said when it finally picked up, "Henry's been kidnapped, the Lamia is on its way, save the boy or so help-"
"We're on it," he said before hanging up. Victoria's hysterical screams were the only things Gemma could hear. She grabbed the woman by the shoulders, spun her around to face her and looked her dead in the eyes.
"Victoria, I will bring back your son, but I need you to do something for me," Victoria nodded her head, though her body was tense, she understood that now was not the time to be hysterical. "I need a sword, or an axe from your collection and your car keys." Victoria didn't ask why, she just ran down the stairs with Gemma on her tail before she went into her basement, undid the locking code and received a sword for her, one that was in almost near perfect condition.
"Save my son, please Melody." Gemma nodded her head, grabbed a set of car keys of the rack and went into the garage and went into the car that unlocked. Once inside the car she redialled Dean's number as she tried to drive.
"Where are you?" She asked.
"The cave outside of town in the woods, the ah… exit with the exotic dancers." Sam told her; obviously Dean was too preoccupied to answer his phone, "Where are you?" She hung up before she could answer. Driving as fast as she could, she kept an eye around her, trying to glimpse in the shadows to where the Lamia might be.
There were shadows that moved around but nothing that made her sure it was the sonovabitch that stole Henry. The thing that scared Gemma was the fact that she heard no screaming, either Henry had gone into shock, was unconscious or dead. The last one was not an option at the moment. She shifted gears to keep herself occupied and to not think of anything but the need to kill.
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She pulled on the breaks and got out the car with the sword in hand. "Thought you said it was best to bury it in its home." Dean shouted from the distance as she walked home, "Change of plans?" He said sarcastically.
"Beheading it kills it, but it's near impossible to get near enough to do so, now there's no other option unless you're carrying explosives on you at this moment." The boys met each others eyes silently communicating before shaking their heads, "That's what I thought, you were going to try burning it." She breathed out a sigh before she tensed her body in a fighting stance.
"Well sweetheart I don't carry something that could potentially explode my baby." Sam snorted in the background as he held the flare gun ready while Dean held his own. "By the way did you find out which car's better?" Genevieve laughed and looked at him relaxing her stance slightly. "I was right wasn't I?"
"No." Dean raised an eyebrow at her, "Well maybe." He smirked at her, near mocking her before his smirk dropped at the sound of a hiss. "My car's still better." She muttered tensing her body again.
"Mel!" A scream broke out through the trees and Gemma hesitated in moving for a second before she heard the sound of slithering.
"The child is mine." The crackling voice said as it ended with a hiss.
"The child is mine, and you will return it or I shall destroy you." Gemma said stepping forth, though she had yet to see the demon witch, she knew the voice came from in front of her. A laugh-like sound echoed the clearing and Gemma tightened her grip on the sword. "Show us your face Lamia."
"Oh I remember you, you and your pretty girlfriend, did she die screaming?"
"Hand over the child!"
"She did, didn't she? She died for you, and you left her screaming." Gemma ran forth into the trees, she plunged the sword into the scales, but the Lamia pulled it out and through it into a tree. With one arm still holding Henry, the other grabbed Gemma from the neck and lifted her up. "You left me in my home, you desssstroyed my home, but I got out, and you'll pay thissss time." She hissed at her.
"Mel." Henry cried, cheeks reddened and eyes blurry with tears.
"Close your eyes, Henry, don't look." She watched as Henry closed his eyes tightly as the Lamia open its mouth, its poisonous fangs gleaming in the dull lighting. And in a second something flashed past Gemma's ear and lit up the Lamia's mouth like a firecracker. The demon witch screamed, and dropped both Henry and Gemma as it burned. Gemma ran to the sword and pulled it out before she swung it at the Lamia's head. "Now you'll die burning." She whispered as the scaled tail gave once last violent movement before it stopped.
She picked up the crying Henry and placed him on her hip, rocking him slightly. "Is it dead?" He asked sniffling into her shoulder.
"Yeah sweetie, it's dead." She turned to face Sam and Dean, Dean still holding a flare gun with Sam holding a different type. "You mind following me so I have a lift home?" She asked gently, "Since my car's at Bobby's and all."
"Told you we could kill it by burning it." Dean muttered.
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After been kissed by Victoria as a thank you once more she finally climbed into the back of the Impala. "You're client's a chick?" Was the first thing Dean asked her as they drove the two hours back to Bobby's house, which Sam apologized for him asking while he hit Dean in the chest. "I'm driving you know right? I can easily just ram this car into a tree."
"You wouldn't." Sam said confidently, "You love this car almost as much as you love sex with hot girls." Dean went silent which Gemma took that he had no comeback for.
"Yes Dean, I have both male and female clients."
"So that means your-"
"Bisexual?" She cut him off from having to say it, "No, I don't believe in sexuality, however, I do believe in good sex though." Dean laughed, somehow managing to keep the car straight. Gemma, though she tried not to outwardly show it, was at awe of that, she herself couldn't drive straight and laugh at the same time. She guessed it was just practice, either that or he was a natural.
"So Gemma, how did you get into the hunting business, was it family or…?" Sam asked, trailing off at the end leaving her room to fill in an answer.
"Actually no, I was a child, and I was brutally attacked and assaulted by a ghost, when they finally rescued me the ghost had murdered my family and I begged to learn everything they knew so I would be more prepared, and they taught me, and here I am today minus the details about scars and that."
There was a moment of silence where Dean flicked on the radio and Sam leant back in the seat to catch some sleep before arriving. Gemma just sprawled out on the backseat and watched the stars outside the window as they drove. After what seemed like only an hour of silence Dean spoke, "In hunting, did you always work alone?"
"No, there was an accident about fourteen months back, since then I have, it's just easier for me." She smiled wistfully before she rolled onto her and looked at Dean, "So watcha gonna make me do Winchester?" Dean tensed and swerved the car slightly, causing Gemma to laugh. Sitting up she lent over the front seat and looked at Dean, "You won the bet after all, what's your prize?" She paused for a moment, "You already have my number, the one guys would kill for, and I'm pretty sure you don't want my car or my money, so what could you be after?"
"How about I drive to Bobby's without crashing and then we'll discuss this." Gemma smiled with a sardonic edge to it as she watched Dean clear his throat and pay a lot of attention to the road and the music. Soon enough he was singing to Metallica, with Gemma in the backseat softly whispering the lyrics as she watched, once again, the stars.
Eventually they arrived at Bobby's, with Sam asleep, Dean singing and Gemma watching the stars in the backseat. Dean got out of the car after he woke his brother by honking the horn. "Dude." Was all Sam said as he got out the car, obvious pissed at been awoken like that.
"So are you two staying here tonight then looking for a hunt?"
"Yeah, might as well catch up on some Z's before we have to leave tomorrow, why?" Gemma smiled and told then some vague answer before she stepped inside the house and took off her kitten heeled shoes and crashed on the sofa-couch. "And where are we suppose to sleep?"
"Bite me Winchester, I barely got laid tonight because some demon witch interrupted me before I could get what I wanted." She muttered to him without thinking, tomorrow she would remember what she said and hit herself over the head; right now she was too tired to care so she rolled over and just pretended that nothing happened. There was some muttering before she heard some cussing and finally a weight next to her.
"You know sweetheart, I'm not getting a bad back because someone can't share so move over."
She wanted to say, 'is that your prize?' but right now, all she wanted was sleep, so she shuffled over and felt a blanket fall on top of her as the body next to her rolled over facing the opposite side to herself.
Before she finally fel asleep she wondered silently, 'where was Sam sleeping?'
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When Genevieve woke up, she woke cuddling next to Dean which made her fall off the bed before realise that she was completely dressed. "Thank the Gods." She murmured, glad that no one saw that as she entered Bobby's kitchen and made a pot of coffee, only to realise one was freshly made.
"Morning Gemma, you were looking comfortable this morning."
Gemma turned to the laughing Bobby and glared at him, "I was sleeping it doesn't count." He raised his eyebrows and made a hand gesture to silently say 'not starting any fights here' but Gemma could see that he didn't believe her. "I hate you so much right now." She muttered as she poured the black coffee and added two sugars before she walked outside and sat down on the porch.
"You know Gem, Cameron wouldn't be mad at you, it's been over a year, you're allowed to fall in love." Bobby told her emphasising on the last part, "all you do these days is hunt and work, and I know work is all about pleasure but you don't nearly look as happy as you did with Cam."
"I know." She admitted for the first time, "But it's like there's a hole and-"
"It just keeps getting bigger." Bobby finished for her, "Don't hollow yourself out, go visit the grave one day, you don't have to let Cameron out of your heart, just find room for someone else ok?" She nodded. "Why don't you put a hold on your work and focus on hunting for a while, remember the good old days maybe you'll get in touch with that side of you again." He said standing up and looking down at Gemma, "Cameron loved you, but you can't hurt the memory of-"
"I know." A creak of a floorboard told her that either Dean or Sam was awake and going into the kitchen, finishing up her drink she headed to her car and pulled out thick worn-in jeans, a black button up shirt and her doc martin boots before she walked back inside and grabbed a shower.
When she finally came down the stairs again, she was awake, refreshed and itching for a new hunt, something to do with ghosts; she hadn't gone hunting for ghosts in a while.
"Morning." She said as she walked into the kitchen, receiving three replied. "Bobby, I'm starving for a new hunt, something… ghost-y."
"Well actually I've received a hunt from a friend, 'pparently there's a closed-neighbourhood that has had five people gone missing in the past year and a half, willing to take it?"
"Yeah." She said sitting down, "So what's the deal."
"Well, they've all gone missing but they weren't reported missing until a boss called someone in or a family member, the neighbours in the neighbourhood didn't report anything."
"So you want me to investigate?"
"Actually, you'll need to go undercover on this one, and they won't accept your profession, either of them, it's a very old fashioned, traditionalist sort of neighbourhood if you catch what I'm saying."
"Let me guess, woman cooks, irons and cleans and does whatever the hell the husband wants." Bobby nodded. Gemma turned around and face the prying eyes of the boys behind her, "Well maybe you Winchester's want to be in on the hunt?" Both Dean and Sam looked at each other and shrugged. "Ok, we'll have to come up with a story first."