Alright, guys, this is a new story that I've began, and have partnered up with my best friend in writing. It's moslty my writing, but her POV (MAGGIE) and her lines are all her. We have over one hundred pages written, and 26 chapters finished, but we are only going to post ten chapters up front, and then we are going to wait for reviews, and then start posting a chapter a day until we are caught up!

As most of my stories, the main OCs are Indi and Maggie (Indi's best friend). Then, of course, we have Sam, Dean, Bobby, John, and eventually Castiel, Adam, and others from SPN.

I hope you guys enjoy this one, it's been a really great experience. We've spent many sleepless nights writing and editing this so far, and it's become very tangible for us...

Then There Were Two Pair

Lights shot through the windshield and my eyes fell closed. Blinding as it was, it did not bother me. I rested my hand on the wheel and stuck my hand back into the Pringles can.

Third stake out of the week, I thought. Alone and tired, I thought of John and his boys. Bobby told me we'd see them soon, but I was starting to doubt that.

The last time I'd seen Dean was the witch hunt back in summer. With fall succumbing to winter, I started to lose hope, but what was more important to me was the task at hand; finding and rescuing my best friend.

The house was dark and dull with only the street lights to see. Hidden by only a few shrubs, my truck sat peacefully at the curb, with me inside, waiting for any sign of life.

Three days was a record for me. Usually I'd give up before the end of night two, but something kept me going. Something told me to be constantly watching that residence. Occupancy was a subtle mystery at this address, but the resident was a known convict. Whether it was related to the supernatural at all or not, I needed my friend back.

"Bobby, it's been a while since I heard anything," I said, sitting at the dinner table the next afternoon.

"Just you wait, I'm tellin' ya, they'll turn up. All of 'em,"

He sort of looked blank. Bobby was not the emotional type, but he did care.

"I dunno, it seems like something more is going on—Think about it; Maggie is missing… The boys haven't been in touch…"

"Well, the boys can take care of themselves, and when they show up here… or call, or text or whatever mumbo-jump you youngsters do, then they can help you get Maggie back, ya hear?"

Just then, just before I could get all beside myself, the door burst open, and in walked the eldest Winchester. Bobby's eyes widened, "Well I'll be a son of a bitch…" He practically jumped out of his chair and grasped John's hand, pulling him into a short hug, and then a strong hand shake was exchanged.

"Damnit, John! Where've you been hidin'?" Bobby asked.

I sat and stared speechlessly. John smiled and walked over to me. I stood and hugged him tight.

"Man, Bobby was starting to worry!" I said, almost teary-eyed with joy. My best friend was still missing though…

Bobby rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall. I turned my head to the door, and my excited expression slowly faded. He hadn't brought Sam and Dean along…