Shawn parked his motercycle in front of the SBPD . He took off his helmet and looked around the lot in confusion. There was a shiney, black 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Shawn walked over and smiled at the beautiful car. He was met with a large man with short cropped hair and a rougeish look to smiled at the large man.

"Dude, Is this your ride?" Shawn was in guy wore a black leather jacket with a large collar and a black shirt. He looked like he had seen the busness end of a chainsaw and lived to tell the tail.

"Yeah. It used to belong to my dad. Now it's mine. Sam and I ride around the country in it."

"1967 Chevrolet Impala, V8 327 4 Barrell engine. 275bhp Horsepower. This really is a sweet ride...though..." He shrugged. The tall man sighed.

"Go ahead and say it. "

"I would've gone with the two door instead of the four door but seeing as it was your dad's you had no choice." Shawn examined the car,"Do you know who I am, Sam Winchester?" He realized suddenly that he was talking to his case that Chief Karen Vick was asigning him. He was a very observant fake-psychic and these were ghost hunters. They were here to investigate a murder but they needed his psychic help.

"Dude. Your the Psychic." Dean smiled. he took Shawn's hand and shook it .Shawn had never seen a hand that big before, except on Byrd the bounty hunter.

"Come on, Dean." Another large man, slightly larger but obviously younger than Dean, walked up to them. He was softer and more careing. This had to be Sam, the younger brother. Shawn's gaze was drawn to the lucious brown locks of hair on Sam Winchester's head.

"What, Sammy?"Dean turned to Sam.

"They can't help us. The tall lanky one just rolled his eye's and told me that he thought the psychic was insane. You see what I mean? We can't get help here."

"Come on Sam. The Psychic can help us."

"We haven't even met him yet. I bet he's a fake." Sam started over to them and Dean stepped aside to show Shawn.

"Sam, this is ..."Dean looked confused then leaned down,"What's your name?"

"Shawn Spencer." Shawn stared at Sam. he just realized how muscular he actually was...

"...Shawn Spencer," Dean said aloud," Psychic Detective. He'll help us." Dean smiled a very large smiled that Shawn tried to replicate. Sam looked angry but just sighed.

"Have you told him what the case is he is taking?" Sam leaned on the car. Dean looked like he was going to explode but he just grinned.

"No, Sam, I haven't yet. " He shrugged. Shawn put a hand in between thier faces, the two had moved closer together.

"Wait. I'm getting something."Shawn rolled his eye's in the back of his head and shook his head. He put a hand on Sam's face, Why did he always choose the one that would get angry.

"Get off me!" Sam ripped Shawn's hand off and Shawn fell into Dean.

"You!' he pointed at Sam," You used to go to college but your brother...Brother wanted to follow your father's footsteps..." he spun to Dean," Even though you resented your father for forcing you to grow up too fast!" He adopted a fatherly tone," take care of your brother boy! But Sam didn't want to be taken care of! even though he agreed to work with you, He hates every minute of it! Of hunting...the supernatural! To avenge your mother!Agh!" he suddenly collapsed into Dean's arms.

"He is good. How do you know that? No one knows that." Sam seemed impressed. Shawn actually had researched the mother had died in a house fire in Sam's nursery. Thier father was a supernatural hunter and believed a supernatural force had killed thier mother. He had fallen off the map, leaving Dean to pick up the pieces and take care of Sam. The rest Shawn was able to pinpoint. The only thing that caught Shawn's attention was that the two in front of him had actually solved multiple murders but were barley registered anywhere. They were real ghost hunters and knew real had they come to Shawn? He didn't know. He was supposed to come here to find out.

He slowly stood up and put his hand in front of Sam's face but pulled it away before sam could swipe it away," That is because I am Psychic!"

"So you know what the case is, right?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Of course he does."Dean grinned and smacked Shawn's back. Shawn coughed then put a finger up.

"Actually it doesn't work like... like that. I can't choose when the Psychic Mojo will come it just does... Like i can see... crust... pizza...no... Dean loves...PIE!" He grinned at Dean who grinned back.

"Dean. He saw the pie containers in the backseat. You're... "Shawn cut him off.

"Such a pig..." Shawn adopted a voice that sounded very much like Sam's," I tell you to clean it out day and night and I clean it out day and night. I follow you across half the country and my payment is sitting in shotgun of an old car full of pie wrappings!" He looked at Dean and nodded with thumbs up.

"Ok, that's creepy." Sam whispered,"Well, Shawn Spencer, we are chasing a demon that moves into houses as a widow who just needed a new home to get away from her abusive husbund. She claims that her brother killed her husbund and she ran away. Her story just does not add up. She has moved through multiple towns. Each time a young man around 30 to 35. We know where she is but we were... Dean was thinking... we need outside help on this one. So we've come to employ you. Are you in?"

"Only if Gus can come along."

"Do you mean Burton Guster? Yeah he told us to tell you, 'You're on your own with this one, Shawn. I'm never doing anything blindly with you again, I learned that at the Mexican border. Twice. And before you say that I went blindly into Psych, I was hoodwinked by your silver tounge'He actually used the word silver tounge."

"He actually... Man Gus. Ok, I'll go with you guys, on one condition." He held up his finger in Sam's face once more. This time he couldn't move his hand fast enough and Sam caughthim in a hand breaking grip on his hand.

"What is that?" Sam wasn't as mean as Dean or mercyful but right now he looked like he could kill Gus, even with his sad puppy face. Shawn decided to have some fun.

"I get Shotgun." He could see Sam's nostrils flare and his eye's shot daggers. Shawn leaned away from Sam and smiled sheepishly.

"Fine,but I warn you there will be things that are worse than your worse nightmares. They are nightmares. You can't run away..."

"Or scream like a little girl..."Dean added.

"Or get distracted by Detective Juliet..." Sam added. Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Cause she's mine." Dean grinned

"What?"Shawn spun on him," Totally not! Five year dibseys! I totally have Dibs!"

"You've been chasing her for five years? Man, you need help!"

"What? No, she's really nice and I didn't want to rush things."

"Rush things. I think she'll be happy to move on." Dean smacked Shawn on he back again.

"I... totally... called DIBS!" Shawn choked out.

"Dibs on what?" Jules said, striding across the parking lot in her high heel shoes and a short ,grey skirt-suit with a silk pink tie and a matching pink headband was the only thing holding her gold blonde hair back.

"Shawn was just calling dibs on..." Dean started. Shawn put his palm on Dean's face, who just moved it off and grinned.

"I just called dibs on shotgun." He smiled the smile he knew drove her nuts. She smiled that innocent smile when she believed every word he said.

"Ok. that means i'm riding in the back with.."her finger went between Sam and Dean a few times before the flustered Sam raised his hand. He smiled sweetly with dimples Shawn loathed, and flipped his hair, that Shawn loathed, and spoke with a voice shawn Loathed! Sam was talking quietly to Juliet and Dean chuckled, pulling Shawn to the front of the car.

"Ok, so apparently you need to fight him off. Once he likes a girl, I back off. He's the kind of guy that woo's a girl and will fight for her once she asks." Dean went to slap Shawn's back but Shawn ducked.

"She won't." He Shook his head violently.

"Yes she will!' He smiled.

"Won't" This collapsed into a whispered and hissed ' will' and 'won't' arguement that almost had them hitting eachother. They suddenly stopped and stared eachother down then both broke out in smiles and shook eachothers hands.

"He's clean, Jules. We can trust this one!" Shawn yelled.

"Jules? I like that name." Dean smiled then ducked into his car as Shawn took a swipe at him. Shawn rolled his eyes as he lowered himself into the shotgun seat and shut the door.