A middle-aged husband and wife affectionately cuddled on their living room couch. They were rudely interrupted when two teenage girls stormed into the room. The girls were about 5'6 and around 17 or 16 years old. One's auburn hair and bright eyes contrasted sharply with the other threes' sandy blonde hair and blue eyes. Both girls had scowls on their faces.

"Mom! There's nothing to do!" Whined the blonde one. 'Mom' sighed tiredly.

"Coaltown, Pennsylvania is the most boring town in the U.S.A," agreed the other girl.

"Take the trash out then, Claire," Mom said flatly, tired of having another conversation about how boring the town was.

"What?!" The girl cried indignantly.

"Claire Elizabeth Daniels! Don't raise your voice at your mother. Take the trash out now," the man ordered firmly. Glowering at the wall, Claire's scowl deepened.

"Fine, fine," she muttered stalking out of the room.

"Haha. Loser," smirked the red head.

"Anna Jeannette Daniels! Stop making fun of your sister." Anna pouted.

"Oh, alright." She walked out after her sister and the room immediately burst into flames.

Sam could hear the girls' terrified screams and heard a deep, rumbling laugh. He woke up sweating.

"Dean, we've got to go to Coaltown, Pennsylvania," he barked at his older brother. Dean glanced at him as the Impala cruised down a back woods New Jersey road.

"You had a vision? What happened?"

Sam hastily filled him in. As they drove along, Sam found himself feeling incredibly sorry for the girls. He knew what they would be going through if their parents were killed. He desperately prayed that they'd make it in time. Dean pulled over to the side of the road and pulled out a map.

"Coaltown, Pennsylvania right? Oh, by the way, where the girls hot?" He asked in true Dean style.

Claire stared at her ceiling. She was feeling sorry for herself because she didn't have a life. She looked at her room's light blue walls, her electric guitar that she was learning how to play, and sighed as an auburn-haired head popped through her bedroom door.

"Can't you think of anything else? You've been thinking that for hours, and it's getting on my nerves! I'm bored too ok? Just suck it up!" She growled. Claire lifted her head and looked at Anna blankly.

"Anna, can't you think of anything else beside your make out session with Chris? It's kinda making me sick," she said blandly.

"Hey, he was good," Anna said defending her boyfriend. Claire rolled her eyes and fell out of her bed at the sound of the doorbell.

"We'll get it!" Claire and Anna yelled loudly to their parents, who were cuddling downstairs. They both pounded down the steps and pushed each other into the walls, laughing hysterically.

Dean raised his eyebrows and turned to his brothers as the pounding reached his ears.

"Uh, Sam? Ya sure these people aren't the equivalent of hippos?" He asked. Sam ignored him as Claire opened the door. Anna stood behind her. Both the girls' giddy smiles vanished as they looked at the strangers.

"Hello…?" Claire said cautiously, fiddling nervously with the sleeve of her large blue sweatshirt. Anna rubbed her bare foot against her calf, eyeing them suspiciously.

The living room suddenly erupted into flames. Claire and Anna screamed as they tried to run to their parents.

"MOM! DAD!" Anna shouted. The brothers grabbed the screaming girls as the house fell apart around them. Claire elbowed Sam and tried to get out of his unyielding hold on her.

"We're not gonna hurt you!" Sam yelled, dragging her towards the car. He shivered as he heard the rumbling laughter.

"LET ME GO! CALL 911! DAD! WE HAVE TO SAVE MY PARENTS!"

Sam roughly shoved Claire into the Impala.

"It's ok! I'm not gonna hurt you! There's nothing we can do about your parents! I'm sorry," Sam said guilt pouring through him. Claire stared out the window at her blazing home, her eyes wide and breathing heavily.

The house created an ironically beautiful scene against the black starry night.

"What happened?" She whispered to herself, tears welling up in her eyes. Sam mentally cursed as he looked at the girl's horror filled blue eyes.

"CLAIRE! GET OUTTA THE CAR!" Anna screamed. Claire suddenly began to shiver as a foreboding feeling entered her gut.

"ANNA! Get in!" Claire cried. She ripped her eyes from the house and turned them toward her sister.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Anna yelled as Dean pinned her arms to her side. Dean swore loudly as Anna kicked his shin. Claire pointed to the house. A silence fell over the Anna. She glared coldly at Claire, who stared urgently back. Anna got into the car silently.

"Dean, come on. Let's go!" Sam shouted, not knowing how long the girls would remain calm. He also wanted to get as far away as he could from the sound of the laughter.

They quickly drove away from the blazing small once white house that the two girls had called home.

After driving for an hour in utter silence, Sam gathered up the courage to talk to the mute girls.

"Hey, I'm sorry," he said softly. Anna nodded. Claire glanced at her sister. Neither attempted to speak.

"You girls hungry?" Dean nervously asked.

"Yeah. What the hell set our house on fire?" Anna asked tersely. Sam winced and looked at his brother. He figured it was a demon out after the girls for some reason, but of course telling them this would be a problem. Claire noticed their hesitant looks and smirked coldly.

"Look, we know you guys are 'hunters.' Now could you please tell us?" She asked bitterly. Dean and Sam looked up into the rearview mirror, shocked. Then again, maybe telling them wouldn't be such a problem after all.

"How-how do you know that?" Dean asked gruffly.

"Answer my question and maybe I'll answer yours," Claire retorted, rather immaturely. Dean scowled darkly.

"I think it was a demon," Sam admitted, turning to face the girls. Neither reacted very much. Sam could see they were still in a state of shock.

"Now answer my question," Dean interjected. He was feeling slightly taken advantage of.

"Hey, my parents just got roasted alive. Stop pressuring me."

"Shut up Claire!" Anna hissed. Claire stared out the window. Anna promptly grabbed her shoulders and twisted her around.

"What the hell is wrong with you? Stop thinking that! Stop!" Anna hissed menacingly. Claire began to go into hysterics.

"It's true Anna! It's true! Holy crap! What's wrong with me?!" Claire began sobbing on her sister's shoulder uncontrollably.

Dean anxiously looked at Sam as he pointed to an upcoming convenient store. Sam nodded and he stopped at the store. Dean went in, leaving Sam with two frightened, hysterical orphaned girls.

Dean quickly returned with candy, soda, water, and chips.

"Girls-here. Eat this. You'll calm down," he said as he opened the door and dropped everything on their laps.

Claire snorted and wiped her eyes.

"Uh-could you get Anna socks. Tissues would be good too." Dean noticed Anna's bare feet.

"Uh, oh yeah. Sure. I'll be right back."

"Dean! Get toothbrushes!" Sam called. Dean headed back into the store, checking his wallet. Claire hugged her sister tightly.

"Girls, what are your names?" Sam asked, even though he already knew.

"I'm Claire Daniels. She's Anna. How'd you know where to find us?"

After a moment's hesitation, Sam decided being honest with them would be the best move.

"I-I have visions."

"Uh huh. Demons and visions-we're stuck with a crazy person. Where are you taking us by the way?"

"Away from here. Far away from here. You two should get some sleep," Sam advised. Anna nodded and Claire grumbled under her breath.

"You shut up Claire! Stop being annoying," Anna ordered, smacking her shoulder. Both girls glared at each other and curled up into balls at opposite ends of the back seat. Both fell asleep surprisingly fast.

Dean returned a few minutes later and put the socks on Anna's cold feet. He placed himself in the driver's seat and sped the Impala away from Coaltown.

Sam was glad Dean was being nice and not playing his music loudly. It hummed softly through the speakers. Both girls were still sound asleep in the back.

Dean grinned as one of the girls began to snore rather loudly. He peeked in the rearview mirror, grinning widely.

"Which one is it?" He whispered. Sam craned his neck toward the back seat and observed its sleeping occupants. Sam choked back his laughter as he watched drool slide down the side of her chin.

"It's Claire," he snorted. "The blonde one," he explained. Dean nodded in acknowledgement.

"Ah." Dean yawned loudly and glanced at the car clock. It read 1:00 a.m. He rubbed his slightly blood shot eyes. Sam noticed this and offered to drive. Dean rubbed the steering wheel affectionately.

"Nah, I'll drive for a little longer."

"Dude-get some sleep. You know I won't crash your car. If you fall asleep at the wheel, you will crash the car." Dean finally (and reluctantly) agreed and pulled the Impala to the side of the highway.

As Dean slept, Sam extracted his cell phone and called Bobby.

"Hey Bobby? It's Sam. I need your help with something."

Anna woke up the next day extremely confused. She inspected her surroundings slowly, her eyes narrowed in puzzlement. She suspiciously eyed the bright green fuzzy socks that covered her feet.

"Why am I in a car? These socks aren't mine," she thought confused.

"Hey! You're awake!" Dean exclaimed cheerfully. His head suddenly appeared around the passenger seat.

"AAAH!" Anna screamed. She instantly panicked and began struggling with the seat belt. Her furious actions caused the driver's seat to jerk wildly.

"Whoa! Whoa girl! Calm down!" Dean yelled. He reached back to grab the screaming girl.

"Anna! Relax! It's ok!" Sam cried, his head snapping back and forth. Claire, miraculously, was still asleep. Anna continued to shrieking and flailing her appendages uncontrollably. Dean once more desperately tried to grab her.

"OW! OW!" He yelled as Anna's foot connected with the side of his face.

Sam hastily veered the swerving car over to the side of the road, as Dean shouted obscenities. One of Anna's feet collided with Claire's exposed back, causing the heavy sleeper to wake up.

Claire opened her eyes groggily. They shot open at the battle scene-taking place in front of her.

"Anna! What's going on?" She cried. She began to struggle with the car door lock. Dean, still very pissed off, burst out of the car and placed himself in front of Claire's door. The angry expression on his face only freaked Claire out, causing her to panic even more.

The blonde opened the door with all her might. BAM! Sam stared at his silent, pale-faced brother. Both girls went quiet as Dean doubled over and collapsed on his side, whimpering pitifully.

Claire turned her head to face her sister who looked extremely sheepish.

"Oops…Why were we yelling again, Anna?"

"I was scared," she said shrugging her shoulders. Anna grimaced as memories of her parents' death flooded back into her mind.

Sam removed himself from the car and ran over to his brother quickly. Dean was still whimpering and lying on the ground.

"Dean-Dean are you ok?" Sam asked, trying to keep from snickering. Dean was biting his bottom lip and his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. His hands rested between his knees.

"No," he groaned. Claire and Anna joined Sam. Claire pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes as she knelt next to the invalid man.

"Um…Dean…I'm really sorry about the car door," she apologized. She turned her head as laughter threatened to escape her lips. Anna could also barely contain herself. Suddenly both of the girls were attached by a sudden and very painful sounding 'coughing' fit.

Sam covered his mouth as a smile appeared upon his own lips. (a/n: awww…those perfect lips!) Dean began to recover and glared long, dangerous daggers at both the laughing teenage girls.

Seeing his brother wasn't in any mortal danger Sam began to laugh along with them. Dean's evil glare passed over to his younger brother.

"They are so lucky I feel sorry for them right now," Dean muttered darkly. Anna took several breaths and composed herself. Claire was still grinning from ear to ear.

"Sorry. Um…," Anna mumbled quickly to Sam.

"It's ok. We would've freaked out too," Sam told her kindly. Mirth still twinkled in his eyes.

"Would not," Dean muttered from his spot on the ground.

"They're cute," Claire thought as her eyes passed from Sam to Dean.

"Yeah. Kinda."

"Sorry Dean. Anna freaked me out. You ok?" Claire asked her lips still in the form of a smile.

"Yeah," Dean mumbled. He slowly stood up. Anna turned and reached into the car. She pulled out a cold bottle of soda and placed it on Dean's cheek. Claire raised her eyebrows and smirked at her sister.

"Um-thanks." Anna shrugged, slightly embarrassed. Sam ended the awkward scene by telling them that they had better get back into the car.

"Where are we going anyway?" Anna inquired. The seat belt enclosed itself around her with a 'snap.'

"Illinois," Sam informed her.

"WHAT?!" The sisters cried in perfect unison.

"Girls. Re-lax. We're meeting a friend who may be able to tell us why your house blew up," Dean explained.

"Oh…" That shut both girls up quite effectively.

"Where are we now?" Claire asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

"Ohio. We'll be in Birchwood in half an hour."

The Impala rolled down the main street of Birchwood, Ohio promptly at 2:30 p.m. Dean popped in a Metallica tape, much to Sam's annoyance.

"Metallica again?"

"I like Metallica!" Claire announced excitedly from the backseat. She leaned forward and began singing along to "Motorbreath." Dean joined her for a few bars.

The younger Winchester looked at the girls and was surprised at how they well were, or appeared to be, handling the entire situation. Dean looked back at the girls and was excited that he just might have found his soul mate.

"Hey you're pretty good!" Dean cried enthusiastically. He glanced back and Claire shyly looked away, a cute smile imprinted on her face.

"How old are you anyway?" He asked, flashing her a flirty grin.

"17," Claire informed him. She pulled her sun kissed hair out of her face. Anna raised her eyebrows.

"Oh." Dean was immediately crestfallen.

"How old are you?" She asked anxiously. She was disturbed by his change in attitude.

"Um-27." Then it was Claire's turn to say, "Oh." Needless to say, an awkward silence fell over the two. Sad hid his smirk by looking out the window.

"Hmm…only 10 years…there have been worse," Claire thought hopefully.

"That is sick! I refuse to let you flirt with a 27 year old!" Anna thought. She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

Dean pulled into a humble, but respectable motel parking lot. Sam told the girls that they'd stay there for two nights.

Dean and Sam headed into the lobby to check in. There was an attractive middle-aged woman behind the desk. Dean grinned wolfishly as his eyes went up and down her figure. Sam rolled his eyes and the woman smirked.

"I still got it," she thought smugly.

After a bit of mild flirting, Dean requested one room with two double beds.

As they were checking in, the girls sat silently in the car. Anna's knees were drawn up to her chest and her hair covered her face.

"Anna? Are you sleeping?" Claire asked quietly.

"No," Anna answered, her voice devoid of emotion. She felt a hand gently brush away her shoulder length hair. Claire smiled affectionately at her.

"You looked all emo. It was creeping me out." Anna tried to smile back her sister's playful banter. But she was too tired, emotionally and physically.

"Mom and dad would have had a major fit if you dyed your hair black and started cutting yourself," Claire teased. Anna raised her eyebrows and shook her head.

"You're a weirdo, and how are you not upset by all this?" Anna asked mystified. Claire snorted. Neither girl noticed Sam or Dean approaching the car.

"My dearest idiot, you can read my mind! You should know by now! Honestly!"

Dean dropped his car keys in shock. They landed with a clatter, startling the girls. Claire saw the stunned looks on both men's faces. Anna slapped her hand to her forehead.

"Aw crud," Claire said.

"Claire you moron!" Anna grumbled, giving Claire's shoulder a hard smack.