Sam Winchester and his brother, Dean, sat in the booth of a rustic bar drinking beers and talking about previous jobs. They'd just found a story of a large amount of teenagers periodically disappearing and had traveled 7hrs to the small town of Luken. Dean thought they deserved a break so, once they had settled at the motel, it was off to the bar.

"You know what Sammy?" Dean said as he raised a beer to his lips, "I'm getting a little tired of having to look after stupid people who get themselves into stupid situations."

"Really Dean?" Sam asked sarcastically, "I'm getting a little tired of being called 'Sammy'..." Dean grinned, "But seriously man, we're helping people and saving lives, isn't that what matters most? Plus if we don't do it, who else will?"

Dean grumbled something under his breath that sounded to Sam like 'Yo Momma' and looked to the door as it opened.

Two young women entered. The first wore a short silver dress, black flat shoes and opaque black stockings. Her brown shoulder-length hair flicked out to the sides and her brown eyes were doused in thick black eyeliner and mascara. The second was less dressed-up in a pair of gray denim shorts and a black Ramones t-shirt and a pair of black Converse sneakers. Her long brown hair was tied back in a high pony tail and her hazel eyes were framed with black glasses.

"And the night just got better!" Dean grinned at his brother, who rolled his eyes.

In an attempt to keep Dean's mind on the bunch of missing teens, Sam said, "So, these teenagers just disappear off the face of the planet, what do you think it could be? I was thinking vampires... well, that or werewolves."

"Yeah, yeah, that's tomorrow. Tonight I'm gonna do what I want." he grinned again and watched the girls sit across the bar at another booth.

(.)

Leila Altoft and Jemima Jem Smith were best friends. They had been since their childhoods in Australia. Through their high school they took a small class outside school called 'Urban Myths'. It was just them and Dax Green, the pairs best friends. Recently, their teacher had passed away and left all of his research materials and weapons to Jem, Leila and Dax. They had decided rather than kill most of the spirits they had come across, they would inform others on how to protect themselves. They ran a blog and pod-cast about how to stay safe.

As they sat in the booth, Jem sighed.

"God, what is your problem this time?" Leila said without looking up from her martini glass.

"I'm bored." Jem sighed again, placing her head on the table, "I'm sick of this, I need excitement!"

"Get drunk! That'd be exciting!" Leila said grinning.

"You know I don't drink anymore. Oh, and I'm not you!" she answered smiling into the table then wincing as Leila flicked her in the head.

"Ok then," Leila contemplated, "watch me get drunk! Oh, and just casually, check out that strapping guy looking at us. Is that bad for me to say? Oh, well, Dax'll never find out." she mused to herself, referring to the on again/off again relationship with Dax Green.

Jem's hand whipped up, she attempted to casually fix her hair, "What? Why didn't I get dressed up like you do?"

"Hmm..." Leila said, "Let's see, cause you don't own nice clothes? Cause you only own those jeans? Cause you think dressing up is stupid? Cause if you ever happened to get a relationship, you'd sabotage it cause we travel all the time?" Leila said listing possibilities on her fingers.

Jem held up her hand to tell Leila to be silent, "Shh, quiet time Leila, quiet time..."

"I'm serious! You only own jeans and band t-shirts. Oh, and you have long jeans for winter and hoodies. It's like living with two men! You gotta spice things up Jem." Leila said putting special emphasis on the 's' in spice.

"Oh, no that 'Shh' wasn't wasn't a value judgment, I totally agree. I said 'shh' cause I wanted you to shut up..." Jem smiled.

Leila poked her tongue out and Jem smiled maliciously.

(.)

"Well, isn't that interesting?" Sam said before turning to where Dean used to be sitting.

"I'll have two martinis," Dean said tapping the bar and trying to be inconspicuous so as not to get the girls' attention.

"I didn't figure you for the martini type. I guess you learn something new everyday," Sam joked, sarcastically and joining his brother at the bar. "You're not just gonna go over there, are you?"

"Ah, Sammy, have I taught you nothing? Watch and learn." Dean said, casually strolling over to the girls, "I believe these are for you," he said placing them on the table. "They're on the house." he winked.

"Really? Aw, that's so nice. But we came here last night and the night before and the bar tender knows I don't drink." Jem said trying her best to look confused whilst keeping from laughing at the look on Dean's face.

"Sweet," Leila grinned, sliding the drink that Dean had placed in front of Jem over to her, "All the more for me!"

Watch and learn Deano, Sam thought to himself, having never seen anyone who could put Dean in his place like that. He was still staring, mouth open, not knowing what to say.

"So. What do you guys do?" Sam asked as smoothly as he could, sliding onto the seat next to Leila and having found confidence in his brother's awkward silence.

"Well," Leila began, taking another sip while she tried to think of the best way to put what they did, "We're kind of like teachers, field reporters and librarians all rolled into one... Me, her, and my boyfriend – Dax," she added, as Sam was trying to remember some of Dean's tricks and had stated to wriggle closer to Leila, pretending he was trying to get comfy.

It was Dean's turn to find confidence in Sam's now silence, Dean smiled and sat next to Jem.

"Do, what sort of things do you research and report on? We're kind of like you too, we research and stuff like that." Dean said, taking a sip from his now warm beer.

"Stuff that teaches people." Jem smirked the reply, Leila snorted into her 2nd martini.

"How interesting..." Sam said looking at Leila and smiling.

"Um... ok... this isn't at all awkward..." Jem said, "I'm going to the juke box." she stood up and walked over to the rusty jukebox.

Dean looked between Sam and Leila and realized that Sam was attempting to flirt, so he stood up and sauntered toward Jem. Sam was so nervous, all he could do was order himself more beers and drink them instead of talking to Leila.

Jem saw Dean through the corner of her eyes and sighed, "What do you want?" she asked looking through the 'Rock' section of the jukebox's catalog.

"Nothing. I just thought since my brother was attempting to get his flirt on with your friend, I'd come and talk to you..." Dean flashed the smile that had melted many women before her.

"Ok, Hot-Shot." Jem stopped and put her hands on her hips, "What do you want to talk about? The billions and billions of girls you've no doubt slept with by getting them drunk? Or... what?"

Dean was visibly shaken, "Well, why don't we start off with names?"

"Ok, go ahead." Jem said as she clicked a song on the jukebox.

"I asked you first." Dean grinned back as Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones wafted from the speakers.

Jem sat down at the bar and ordered a strawberry mocktail, ignoring Dean's hand as he gallantly tried to pay.

"My name's Jemima, but my friends call me Jem," she said to him, all the while admiring the young man's smile. When he smiled, his face lit up, but she quickly tried to divert her attention back to the conversation as he started voicing his reply.

"I'm Dean," he smiled again, "So, ah, what's your friend's name... Jem?" he asked, pausing before her name and almost whispering her name in her ear.

"Leila. Or L. and what makes you think we're friends?" she grinned, not taking her eyes off his.

"Well, she and my brother, Sam, seen to be getting along well," he smiled motioning to where they were sitting.

Jem looked as Leila, who finally had her attention, pretended to kick her toe on the table as she crossed her ankles.

"Gih!" Leila winced, looking up to see if Jem was still looking over.

Jem laughed, "Excuse me, she needs a bit of help. She's hinting she needs to be saved." Jem stood up.

Dean grinned, getting up to follow her, "I don't blame her. By the looks of it, Sam's had about 4 since we left. You guys must be really close if you can get that hint."

"Well, yeah, we can pretty much read each other's minds." Jem smiled at Dean.

"Like The Shining?" Dean said, remembering the Stephen King movie he'd once seen. Jem laughed and nodded, "Cool!" he said impressed.

"Hey! Thanks for changing the music. I can't stand that Christian Rock crap," Leila smiled, releived Jem was back, as Sam made a mental note to hide all of his Christian Rock tapes.

"That's cool," Jem said as Dean slapped Sam when the girls weren't looking.

"You know what?" Dean said yawning, "I'm absolutely wreaked. What's the time?" he looked at Sam.

"Erm, 2:30." Sam said checking his watch.

"Really? Jesus, I'm tired. I think I'm gonna go to the Motel" Dean yawned again.

"You staying at the Roth Motel?" Jem asked, Dean nodded, "Cool, so are we. I might go with you. I'm pretty dead too." Leila glared at Jem, "Oh, Leila. Dax said if we aren't back by 3 he'd lock us out. And if he does, I'll kill you." Jem said, "We should get going.

Leila mouthed 'Thank you' and all four of them walked Sam rather stumbled out of the bar. Jem and Leila began to walk down the road when they heard keys jingle and Leila turned to Jem.

"Um... they've both had a fair amount to drink... Do you think they should be driving?" Leila said stopping Jem.

"True," Jem turned on her heels and walked toward Dean, "What are you doing? Don't tell me not only did you drive the 200 meters from the motel to here. But now you're about to drive back on a buzz?"

"Well, Sweetheart," Dean said, "As you said it's only 200 meters and there's no one else on the road at two in the morning, so yeah, I'm gonna drive."

"Call her Sweetheart again and she'll kill you." Leila said trying to push a drunk and sleepy Sam down the foot path. "You're walking with us whether you like it or not. You can get your car in the morning."

Jem grabbed Dean's hand with the keys in it and dragged him onto the footpath too. They all walked for a moment and unfortunately, Leila was stuck with Sam.

"So Sam, what do you guys do for a living?" Leila asked with her arms on Sam's arm to keep him steady.

"Oh, we're hunters. It's pretty cool... We get to kill stuff and save people from ghosts and stuff." Sam slurred.

Jem, Dean and Leila stopped dead in their tracks. Sam still walked along the footpath and fell after about 5 meters down the way. Leila ran to help him up.

"You hunt... ghosts?" Jem asked, turning to Dean, "No way."

"He's drunk, ignore him. We're columnists for The Herald."

"Really? Cause, hypothetically, if you were hunters of ghosts and stuff... Leila, Dax and I might also be hunters... Just casually."

"What?" Dean said looking confused.

"God, we're hunters too!" Leila yelled from where she was standing with Sam, "Jesus Jem! You're smart and yet you pick someone who is soooo stupid!"

One look from Jem and Leila knew she had crossed the line. What Sam and Dean were yet to find out was that the two friends from Australia had more powers to know what each other were thinking than just being good friends. They could actually read minds. It was selective, the girls could only read people's minds if they truly cared about them. They could read each other's and Leila could read Dax's. With everyone else, they could only read strong emotions.

Jem began walking again as Leila said 'Sorry' to Jem in her mind. Dean, however, stayed rooted in the one spot, mulling things over.

"What just happened?" He asked himself then caught up to Jem, "So you're hunters too?"

"Well, kinda..." Leila said slowing down so Sam could walk easier, Dean cocked an eyebrow, "We're more researchers than hunters... We run some stuff on line -"

"Hehehehehe!" Sam laughed, "I like computers." he slurred then hiccuped.

"You sure do buddy!" Dean grinned and slapped him on the back. This only hindered Leila as Sam stumbled more which, intern, made her stumble.

"Anyway. Our blog gets thousands of hits and our pod-cast is downloaded by almost every hunter we've ever met. We talk about helping people and keeping the good spirits alive rather than killing them." Leila finished her thought.

"But we don't kill the things cause we think it's cruel to kill things that have already been killed or died once already. WE voted on it!" Jem explained bitterly.

"Just cause you've got built-up anger issues, doesn't mean we should hurt everything we come across!" Leila said defensively. "AND DOES ANYONE WANT TO HELP ME? I'M PRACTICALLY DIEING HERE!" She yelled exasperatedly. Dean doubled-back and grabbed the other side of Sam.

"So, you like to fight?" Dean asked as Jem walked in front of the now three debilitated people, "I bet I could pound you down."

Leila and Jem almost wet themselves.

"Dude, not only did you phrase that incredibly disturbingly, but I doubt you could beat either of us up!" Jem laughed, "19 years – both of us – doing gymnastics, martial arts, gun training, weaponry. You name it, we've done it." All four of them stopped and Dean grinned, "Wait – not like that!" Leila giggled as Jem blushed.

"Ok, show me something impressive." Dean said cocking an eyebrow.

Jem turned around, "Aw, what a shame! We're at the Motel!" she faked a frown, Jem looked at Leila as she let go of Sam leaving the two men standing in the car park, "Good night Dean." They walked up to room 204 and let themselves in.

Dean suddenly realised something, "Oi!" he yelled, "You've got my keys!"

Jem stuck her head out of the door the two friends had just disappeared into, "I'll give them to you tomorrow morning!" Jem smiled, "I promise. Go to bed, look after boozy."