Double the Trouble

Slowly Sidney walked through the alley on Jefferson Street. A normal route home but this night something was off she could feel it. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Unsure of what was going on she crept forward wishing that she was already at home that's when she heard the muffled yell for help and then curse.

"H… Hello?" Sidney stuttered coming to a halt in the alley, another cry followed her hesitant answer as fear leaked from her pores she started to run, when she came up on the scene. There was a man lying on the ground he was chocking on his own blood, the stream of it was coming from his throat, and his eyes where white as snow. "Please tell me how to help." Sid commanded the man as she quickly dropped to her knees beside him. But before she could get any form of answer the man's breathe slowed to a stop.

Sidney let her fingers do the walking, she pulled out her phone with her right hand at the same time that she reached for the man's wallet to find out more about him.

"Samantha its Sidney I am going to be home late tonight. Do me a couple favors. Call Eric and tell him that I am not going to make it, than then call Bobby Singer tell him that it is urgent that he reaches me." Sidney ordered as soon as the phone was answered.

"You're canceling again? Why am I calling Bobby? Sid what is going on? Are you okay?" Samantha replied with twenty questions making Sidney even more frustrated then she was.

"Don't ask questions, don't call me Sid and please just do what I asked you. I should be home within a couple hours. Have fun with the gang tonight I am sorry this is more important." She growled through clenched teeth snapping the phone shut and then reopening it to call in and report that a Mr. John Haring had just been found dead in the alley.

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"Dude are you serious?" snapped a half opened emerald-eyed man.

"Yeah Dean I'm serious tomorrow we are head to San Antonio. There is a job there it says so right here." A tall man with dark brown hair replied handing a newspaper to the man that he had just called Dean.

"You know what… never mind find we will head out and look at this "job" tomorrow around noon. For now I am getting some sleep." Dean groaned around a yawn.

"Seriously Dean what is wrong with you; you have been hot under the collar all night. Have I really done something to tick you off?" questioned the man

"No Sammy i'm not pissed at you, and I am find just tired. I just got done save your butt again and blowing up a demon. It was just a long job." Dean corrected venom soaking each word as he traced circles on the floor so as to not look at his baby brother afraid of the guilt that Sam would see in his eyes. Dean had failed again at keeping his brother save and the only one he was mad at was himself.

"I'm sorry Dean your right get some sleep and we will head out in the morning." Sam whispered walking to the end of the bed to rummage through his bag.

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The lights hit Dean's eyes causing him pain in an instant. God didn't Sam know how to close the blinds? Rolling over he buried his head under the pillow burrowing into the covers to try and get some more sleep if only a little. Quietly Sam tried to open the door not knowing if his brother was still sleeping or not. Upon peeking his head in the door he found that Dean had crawled deeper into the covers.

"Come on kiddo time to get up and get a shower you still smell horrible." Sam teased with a smile and a lazy pat to Dean's foot.

"Mmm…" Dean groaned trying to get further into the pillow and blankets.

"Come on Dean! Even Sleeping Beauty would be up right now."

"Alright alright I am up." Dean quipped unburying himself and rubbing his eyes before he sat up and was greeted with a beautifully annoying head rush. "And who on Earth said that I smelled bad you? You nose doesn't know what a good smell is then." Dean harassed getting the 'bite me' he was looking for. "Fine I will take a shower but you need to have the car packed and your stuff ready to go when I get out." Dean controlled getting out of bed feet first and heading in the direction of the bathroom that was in the far corner of the small hotel room that the brothers always lived in weather in Canada, Or Alaska they were always in a hotel room unless they stayed with Bobby or Pastor Jim.

"Dean your cup of caffeine will get cold by the time you get out." Sam complained glancing at the cup that was still steaming on the table in front of him.

"I'll drink it cold that shower sounds pretty enticing right now."

Twenty minutes later Sam and Dean were climbing into the seats of Dean's '67 Impala that he had gotten from dad heading for the highway and Texas. "So what do you got?" Dean asked looking from the road to see his brother pulling out the folder that he had put together.

"Man by the name of Mathew Haring was killed three days ago. He chocked on his own blood because of a throat wound. It was cut open, clean all the way to the spine. Last week there were two murders like this the thing is that there is one problem with the bodies. All the blood is missing from there bodies. Now if they are left out to long then most of the blood will run out yes. But there would still be a little blood. So I am thinking vampires but that still doesn't make much sense to me so I wanted to dig around when we got there and see if I could find anything. I know its not much to go on but we have looked into less Dean."

"Its nothing Sam!" Dean growled.

"So are we not heading to San Antonio?" Sam asked watching his brother waiting for an answer while his stubborn brother went head to head with himself. His question was answered when I car began to accelerate.

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"So you want to talk?" Samantha ReAnne asked as she entered the kitchen were her sister was cooking dinner. Still nothing, what had happened on Monday that her sister still would not talk to her about it. "So you don't want to talk about it?"

"Nope." Sidney stated as she turned to put the meat she was cooking into the pan.

'Nope' Samantha mocked in her head. Nope I never want to talk about it. "You know what Sid I don't care if you want to talk about it or not. You are going to tell me what happened three days ago and why you made everyone not expect you when you promised to go out with us or you can start finding yourself a new place. I don't know what has happened to you but ever since mom you have been acting a lot different. You don't talk to me anymore and I am getting pretty sick of it!" Samantha ReAnne snapped letting her temper take on a life of it's own. She was so tired of the silence that had made a home in her house. They had use to be best friends and now they were complete strangers and that was not going to fly with her.

"It's nothing ReAnne really. No need to get all mad at me Carrot Top." Her sister giggled using mom's old nick name for her when she was a kid.

"Don't call me that." Samantha bite out "Sidney Catherine. Look at me and tell me why you canceled on all of us." With the Samantha spun her sister on her heels. "Fine. I was on the way home when I found a man laying in the alley sis he was dead. Mathew Haring. It was not normal so I told you to call Bobby and when he called back I told him what had happened. Not to mention I saw it happen… in my head, in a dream the other night. I don't know what is goin on but its scaring the crap out of me Sam." Sid sobbed trying to stop the tears before they began but knowing it had not gotten past her little sister.

Samantha didn't know what to do. Sid didn't let her hug her because she had to be 'strong' so all there was to do was soothe her with comforting words. "It's ok we will figure this out Sid." Samantha smiled awaiting Sidney's usual answer, which was the same as her's when it came to the name that mom used to use. Before Sidney could get so much as Don't she was on the ground crying out in pain and grasping her head in pain. "Make it stop Sam it hurts." Sid cried through short breathes.

"Breath Sid breath." Samantha instructed

"I am… its not… helping Samantha…"Sidney gasped. "Well talk to me, what's happening?" Samantha asked her voice shaking with fear for her big sister.

Ha explain what is happening. I don't know what is happening my head hurts to bad to think. "P… pictures." From out of now where image after image of this man came flooding into her head like a power point. There was one of a man he had short caramel brown hair, and sea green eyes; he was pumping gas talking to a much taller man in comparison but with the same green eyes but he had chocolate brown hair. Then the two were arguing about what Sid didn't know she could read lips but they were fighting. The other of the two seemed to be the oldest cause the taller man always seemed to give into him. Then the caramel haired man was on the ground he was covered from head to toe in blood and the green-eyed man was sitting there on the ground crying rocking him back and forth.

"Ah!" Sidney screamed as the images disappeared and she was rewarded with a killer headache. Upon explain to her sister what she had seen it took all Sidney's power not to slap her baby sister as she lay rolling over with laughter from her own joke. "God Sid can you not control your hormones?" Samantha asked fits of giggles breaking through

"Can you not call me Sid?" She retorted.

"Sorry Sid… ney."

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Several hours later two FBI agents began the slow trek up the walk to the late John Haring's place

"Hello?" a small blonde about 10 or 11 answered the unknocked door with hair that was messed up in a ponytail dirt streaks running along her face. She looked like she was still crying days after the news had been delivered which the agents didn't blame her.

"Hello miss. We are so sorry for the interruption but we were wondering if we could speak to your mother for a moment?" Dean said slowly getting down to her level so that she could see he meant no harm to her.

"How… are you?" she asked wipe her hazel eyes again as she started at the two men with awe.

"This is agent Right, I am agent Freely we are FBI." Dean whispered pulling his badge from his pocket sadness seeping into his eyes.

"Hold on. Mama there are a couple of men here say they are FBI they want to talk to you." The girl hollered as she the door wide to welcome the two men in.

"Hello." A tall, slim women with long blonde hair that was curled at each end replied as she rounded the corner from what would seem the kitchen with a towel in her hand. "Is there something I could help you with?"

"We came to ask you about your late husband." Sam said watching his brother carefully he had been acting odd since walking through the door.

"What about him? I have already answered the police's questions." The women stated matter of factly.

"Yes Mrs. Haring, we know we are just wanting to do a couple follow up questions for our department." Sam said kindly. "Is there anything that your husband might have said or done that was odd the night that he died?" Sam asked still wondering if Dean was ever going to find his voice.

"No. He was fine. I had gotten off the phone with him thirty-five minutes before I got the call that he was killed." Mrs. Haring chocked through the tears that ran down her face.

"Had he been in any kind of contact with anyone that might have been in trouble?"

"My Mathew no never. He always looked out for me and Sara here." She tilted her head to the little girl that clung to her leg the cries could be heard though she was hidden in her mother's jeans.

"Ok. Thank you I don't think there is anything else that needs to be asked about this subject with your little girl in the room." Agent Freely said finally finding his voice.

"I am sorry for your lose. I use to know John personally before you were married. He was a good friend of my father's. Thank you again Mrs. Haring for your time." Dean said with a tilt of the head as he turned to head for the door. After exiting the house he gave a big sigh of relief.

"Dude what was that back there?" Sam questioned clearly mad as he loosened his tie.

"Mathew Haring!?" Dean said to Sam. "Where have you heard that name before? It had been bothering me and I didn't know until I saw that little girl why. I was not lying when I told her that I knew him. He use to be a buddy of dad's Sam. He use to be in the profession that we are in!" Dean said as he turned back around heading to the Impala sliding in and setting her to a purr." I bet you anything the others did to. What ever this is its picking off hunters."

"Ok. Maybe but. Where are we going?"

"2417 North St. Mary." Dean said checking the road before he pulled out onto it.

"Why? What there?" Sam asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Joey's." Dean said stealing a quick glace at his brother in the passenger seat.

"What you planning on hitting on some poor clueless girl tonight?" Sam asked with a casual eye roll at his brother's usual night activity.

"No Sammy I could really go for a drink." Dean sad madly turning on the right signal making the light flash on the dash lighting up his face and expression.

"Dean!" Sam yelled bracing himself against the junk box preparing himself for what was coming next.

"What? Oh… God!" Dean shouted slamming on the brakes to avoid hitting a '65 Harley Davison bike that was right in the way. With a quick launch forward Sam was thrown back hitting the seat with shattering speed. Groaning with pain.

"What the." Dean snapped undoing his belt to get out and check on the car.

"Dean, Careful" Sam cautioned as he watched his brother stock off.

"Oh no. No way not when it comes to my car!" Dean yelled.

"I'm sorry I am just a little out of it I was not really watching where I was at." A soft voice said from under a black and purple helmet.

"You had better be." Dean bite as he looked the nose the Chevy over to make sure there was no damage.

"If there is anything wrong with my car you are paying for damage so I hope you can cover it!" Dean clipped out each word without turning around.

"You know what I said I was sorry so understand that or shove it. There is no damage done to your baby. The voice growled as the owner of the soft chime became a face with bright red hair that looked like fire as it fell over her shoulder and the darkest coffee color eyes that meet had ever meet in slits or not. "Now my name is Samantha ReAnne Jenkins you want the information you can just look it up in a phone book provided you know how to read. But trust me if you come up with some damage to your car you are the one goin to be hurting seeing as how there is a stop sign there and not one there." And with that Samantha ReAnne proceeded to replace the helmet on her head and get back on her bike before she left Dean standing there wondering to himself what had just happened.

Still bathing in shock Dean walked back to the car and turned to his baby brothers who meet him with a wide eyed green/blue stare. "Don't ask" Dean established "I really don't want to talk about it."

"Well are we still going to Joey's?" Sam asked staring at his brother and back to the spot they had just been sitting.

"Yeah because now I really need a drink."

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Samantha ReAnne pulled up to her customary place at Joey's bike park up near the doors still openly fuming about what had just happened. Gliding up to the door she said a graceful hello to Doug before proceeding into the bar, sighing when the music hit her ears. Now to find Sid and play a little pool.

Two hours and numerous beverages later Samantha and Sidney were heading back to their table when a 6 foot 4 figure walked right into Samantha ReAnne almost making her wear her drink.

"I'm so sorry… I was not looking." The man said looking down at the flame red hair eyes growing wide instantly.

"It's fine it happens. Just not to me twice in a night." Samantha bite each word making them sound more like a threat.

"Sam what is taking you so long?" Dean called as he walked into his brother's long frame in the pathway to the bar.

"You!" Samantha and Dean shouted at the same time.

" I take it you two know each other?" Sidney interrogated looking from her sister to the man she was shouting at.

"This is the man that almost ran me off the road tonight."

"This man has a name and who was it that?" Dean didn't get a chance to ask his question before his brothers voice was drowning him out.

"Sam Winchester" Sam interrupted sticking out his hand to Sidney. "That's Dean Winchester my older brother." With a tilt of the head Dean said hello to Sidney and went right back to the dead glares he was giving Samantha ReAnne

"Sidney Catherine Jenkins" Sidney said accepting Sam's warm hand as it covered hers she instantly felt a tingle when there hands meet. There was something about him. Where had see seen him before. "That is my baby sister Samantha ReAnne Jenkins." Sid said inclining her head.

"Wait the Sidney Jenkins that found that body a few days ago?" Dean asked the name suddenly seeming familiar.

"Yeah the same why?"

"Well we are FBI and its kind of the case we had been given and I was wanting to question you if I could." Dean stated looking for his badge, which was in the car.

"You don't look or act like FBI" Samantha ReAnne said freely smiling at the look of anger that Dean instantaneously got on his face.

"That's cause there not. Agents don't carry around the kind of arsenal that you two do now do they?" Sidney asked recalling who they were.

"What do you mean Sid?" ReAnne inquired all signs of anger leaving her face directly.

"My pictures Red. It's them!"