News Report: As more and more people in Superior, Wyoming are disappearing, police are advising people to stay safe. Do not go out alone at night; lock and bolt all doors and windows; do not let strangers into your home; keep all weapons/ sharp objects in a well accessible area; and most importantly, if you have any idea where these people might be you are to call the police immediately! This is a serious warning and we trust that you will all follow these instructions.

Sam's POV

A sudden noise caused me to bolt upright in my seat. I looked round, trying to figure out what had caused the sound, and realised that my brother Dean was no longer in the driver seat. I looked over at the dashboard- 1:00 am- Dean was never up at this time, unless something bad had happened.

I tried opening my door. The locks were down and wouldn't budge; someone or something had double-locked the car. Nothing could get in or out without the keys to unlock the car. And Dean had the keys.

I heard rustling coming from the back seats, but it was too dark to see anything. I started planning how to get out of this car; the windows weren't particularly strong and they'd been smashed many a time before, so that was one option. Another option was to call Dean, to see if in actual fact he had just gone out for some air and locked the car so that no one could take it. God knows he'd be pissed if I broke his car when he had only gone out briefly.

More rustling came from the back and then a hand gripped around my right ankle. I let out a slight shriek and laughter erupted from the back seats.

"Aaw was Sammy scared?" Dean teased, climbing forward back into his seat. I reached over and shoved him so that he fell rather than sat down.

"No! I was just planning my escape from the car," I replied. "The windows aren't too hard to smash!"

"You break my car and you're dead Sam!"

I laughed. Banter with Dean could be expected a lot of the time, and it was funny to see him get protective over the car! It was given to him by our father, so it meant quite a lot to him.

"Whatever man!" I stretched out in my seat and closed my eyes, only to be shoved awake again my Dean 10 minutes later.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked. "It's your turn to drive!"

We awkwardly switched seats; I don't why we didn't just get out of the car, but once we'd switched places, I started the engine and we continued the drive to Superior, Wyoming.

Frankie's POV

I closed the door to the apartment as quietly as I could and tried to sneak through to my room with the guy I'd brought back with me following quickly behind. I couldn't remember his name- Jake? Jack? James?- he'd told me, but I hadn't bothered trying to remember; it's not like it mattered! It was 4:00 in the morning and all that mattered was not waking my sister up.

"Francesca Emily Cull you are in so much trouble!" a voice shouted.

I stopped still as the lights turned on and my older sister Georgia came walking down the small corridor that led to our bedrooms. She did not look happy!

"You need to leave!" she said calmly but firm to the guy by my side. He said nothing as she showed him out and bolted the door shut. She checked the windows before turning to me. "What's the matter with you? People are going missing; we've been warned not to go out alone or bring strangers into our home and you've just gone and done exactly that! You didn't even bolt the door behind you! Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"I was just having a bit of fun Gee!" I replied, raising my voice. "Christ! You're acting as if it's me going out there and abducting all those people! Lighten up a bit!"

"I'll lighten up when these people are found safe and alive! It's my responsibility to look after you Frankie! When mum and dad died you became my responsibility! How'd do you think they'd feel if they knew that I'd let you go out and get hurt? Or worse killed?"

"Well they won't know! You know why? Because they're dead Georgia! They won't come back to scorn you for not looking after me properly. You can't keep me safe from everything! I'm a big girl now; I can take of myself perfectly well!"

I walked off to my room before she could say anything in return; I'd been harsh, but she needed to learn not to be so pushy! I hadn't had a great relationship with my parents in the first place- they always preferred Gee to me- and she needed to stop acting she was in charge! I had my own life and she couldn't stop me from doing what I wanted.

I headed towards the window and looked out. To the left I saw a car parked across the street. A light was on and I saw two guys sat in the driver and passenger seats. From here I couldn't see them clearly, but one of them looked my age- 22- and the other looked about 2- the same age as Georgia. I locked eyes briefly with the younger one before his gaze flickered to something else.

I followed his gaze and saw James- he was called James, I remembered now- walking off in the opposite direction to where the bar was where he'd left his car.

Something came out of an ally as he passed by and it reached out to put its hand on James' back. He quickly turned and looked behind him, but didn't seem to see the thing in front of him, and continued on his walk. That thing continued to push him along and eventually they went out of sight.

I must've been going crazy! I changed clothes and climbed into bed, blaming it as a hallucination brought on by the alcohol I'd had. Maybe he'd put something in my drink and it was drug induced images.

I fell asleep fairly quickly, but I could've sworn in the middle of the night I heard someone scream.

James' POV

I left the girl's apartment feeling disappointed and a little bit angry; that could've been a good night for me! Why did the sister- I think it was her sister- have to ruin it?

I walked along the now abandoned streets- everybody was taking that stupid news report seriously- searching for the bar where I'd left my car. I was pretty sure I was heading in the right direction; there weren't many bars in Wyoming to start with so my car had to be close by!

Something made a noise down an ally as I passed by and I passed it off as being a homeless guy searching for scraps around the bins. The shadows were too big to be a rat.

A cold chill passed behind me as I continued walking down streets, and I put it off as the wind. I turned round corners and went down smaller roads. I wasn't sure where I was- this place didn't look familiar- but I couldn't get myself to turn round. It was like something was controlling me; pushing me forward with full force.

I approached a large house that looked abandoned and freaked the hell out of me. There was a rumour that several hundred years ago a family was murdered in their beds, but their ghosts- rather than pass onto another realm- were trapped in the house. In the day they couldn't do anything, but at night they got their bodies back and were free to do anything except leave the house.

The house gave them power; it had stopped them from fully dying in the first place and now it helped them. It could trap people inside and its interior changed constantly; preventing anyone from finding the way out.

That was the rumour anyway and I didn't believe it, but the house still freaked the hell out of me. And for some reason I was heading straight for the entrance. I'd already somehow moved through the gate. I got to the front door which already stood open in front of me, and without being fully aware of what I was doing, I stepped through the doorway into the house.

The door slammed shut behind me and the strange pressure against my back relieved itself. I got back full control of my body and as soon as I had I ran to the door and pulled. It wouldn't budge!

I heard a noise behind me and turned quickly. There was nothing there that I could see. Laughter came from another room and I tried to make my way towards it. There was no light in this house and I felt like I was being watched from the shadows by things I couldn't see.

I stepped into the next room, which appeared to be a large kitchen with a table in the centre. A small figure sat at the seat facing towards me.

"Are you okay?" I asked stepping towards the figure. It looked like a girl but I couldn't be sure. At the sound of my voice her head snapped up.

I looked into her eyes and screamed.

Georgia's POV

I flicked through the news, looking for any main headlines that were actually any use to us. A lot of the news was useless crap that only applied to the major states and cities, and only the warning about the attacks had any real relevance to us.

I paused the screen when the image of someone familiar popped up, along with a brief report next to it.

25 year old James Macabee has been reported missing after his car was found abandoned at Billy's Beer Bar. The last sighting of James was at 4:03 am on Harrisons Avenue. All CCTV footage from that point is un-comprehendible. If anyone knows of his whereabouts, please inform the police immediately.

I ran to Frankie's room; she needed to know about this! I knocked on her door but got no reply. I tried to listen out for the sound of the shower, but there was nothing. It was 11:00; she should be up by now!

"Frankie if you don't open the door within the next 10 seconds, I'm coming in," I warned. "1… 2…"

I counted to ten, then shoved her door open and stepped into the room. I couldn't quite believe what I saw. Her bed was perfectly made up and the room was still in one piece, but the window was wide open, curtains blowing in the slight wind coming in from outside.

I ran over to the window, worried that something horrible had happened to her, and looked down onto the streets. I was gonna kill that girl when I got my hands on her!

Frankie was stood across the street with two guys and they were just chatting. I'd never seen these two before, and they didn't particularly look safe, so I climbed out the window and down the fire escape to join them before something bad happened to my sister. Someone had to be the responsible adult around here!

Dean's POV

Morning came around- proper morning this time- and my brother Sam and I began planning what to do. We'd heard about the disappearances in Wyoming recently, back in a bar in Illinois, and it fitted right in with the shit Sam and I sort out. So we made our way here to check it out.

Since we'd arrived, one other person had gone missing; James Macabee, aged 25.

We'd seen him the night he disappeared, leaving an apartment he'd recently entered with someone. The girl- aged about 22- he'd gone in with soon appeared at the window and was looking out. She spotted us, or at least Sam, before her gaze flickered towards James, who was walking off into the night.

I kept my eyes on the girl, who kept watching James until he was out of sight. Her expression changed briefly as he passed an ally, but I saw nothing strange happen.

Everything seemed okay until about 20 minutes later, when we heard a scream.

There was nothing we could do to help; it was too late to do anything, but I'm sure that girl had something to do with it.

Sam's POV

At around 10:30, I saw movement from the girl's room on the third floor. She climbed through the window and began to descend the fire exit. On the final steps she jumped down with an almost cat like grace, and began to make her way towards us.

Dean and I were leant against the hood of the car, sipping coffee that I'd been forced to fetch. Dean seemed tense as she approached; he'd already told me his theory that she was involved with James Macabee's disappearance and possibly the others, but I just laughed him off. She didn't look nearly scary enough to do any harm. She looked innocent. Pretty, but innocent.

"Gentlemen," she said, greeting us. "Welcome to Wyoming. I'm Francesca, but everybody calls me Frankie. And you are?"

"I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean," I replied, holding out my hand. She took it and shook it gently. "We're here about the disappearances."

"Everybody's so worried about that, but I just thought it'd been up, until last night anyway! I thought they'd just packed up and left. Don't blame them really! If it wasn't for the fact I'm stuck with Georgia I'd leave myself!"

And Georgia is?" Dean asked. "Your daughter? Cousin? Lesbian partner?"

"She's my sister! I'm going to take a guess now that you're the nice one Sam, whilst your brother here is the complete ass!"

"Got it in one!" I said smiling. I could see Dean watching me out of the corner of his eye; he could guess that something was going on. "I was wondering if we could talk to you about the most recent disappearance?"

She opened her mouth to reply, but a loud shout covered the words she tried to say.

"What the hell are you doing out here?"

"Shit!" Frankie cursed before turning to face who I assumed was Georgia. "There's no crime in being outside in the day! Or have you suddenly become chief of police and changed the laws?"

"You can't just leave the house without telling me you're going somewhere! What if you'd disappeared?"

"Well I haven't! I'm right here, talking with Sam and Dean."

"Who?"

Dean pushed up off the car and made his way over to Georgia. "Well hello there! Dean Winchester, hot supernatural investigator! The pleasure's all yours."

What was he doing? Even normal Dean wasn't like this towards women. He was flirting! This would be interesting!

Georgia stepped forward and slapped him across the right cheek. "Stay away from my sister!"

"We're no threat miss," I said, stepping forward. I tried to cover up my laughter at Dean's expression. She'd smacked him hard; there was a bright red handprint on his face. "We just wanted a word about the disappearances."

"Leave it to the police! They'll find these people. They don't need you interfering. Frankie you need to know something."

"What have I done now?" Frankie asked.

Georgia's expression lightened quite a bit and she looked hurt. "You haven't done anything. But that guy who you came home with yesterday; he's disappeared."

Frankie turned to Dean and me, but her main focus was on me. "Is this the most recent disappearance you wanted talk to me about?"

I nodded and Dean stepped in to reply. "We just need to ask you a few questions; just not here. Could we possibly come inside?"

"No," Georgia said. "There's a diner a few blocks away. We'll go there."

"Alright. Would you like a lift?"

"We'll walk," she replied stubbornly.

"Does your sister consent to that?"

I looked over at Frankie; she didn't look particularly happy with it. "You don't have to walk with her if you don't want to," I said. "It's your choice."

"I'm going with Sam and Dean! I'm fed up with you trying to control me all the time!"

I held open the car door as she climbed into the back seat. Georgia walked round to the other side and climbed into the front, next to Dean. "If you're going to kidnap us I'd prefer it if we both went together. And I call shotgun!"

I climbed in next to Frankie; which I was sort of pleased about- what was going on?- and Dean started the engine once we all had our seatbelt's on.

Frankie's POV

The waitress placed the coffee pot down on the table and flashed a smile at Dean, telling him that the food would be with us shortly. He said thank you, and as the waitress walked off looking slightly pissed off, Sam leant across the table to say something.

"Dean, is everything okay?" he asked. I couldn't see why things wouldn't be.

"Sam please; it's rude to flirt with other women when you're already in their company," Dean replied, sounding mock hurt.

"Don't think that waitress liked that much!"

"Well she just has to deal with it."

"I thought you wanted to ask us about the disappearances?" Georgia interrupted, sounding annoyed.

"We do," Sam said. "There's just no reason why we can't buy you girls breakfast first. It's the nice thing to do."

As if on cue, a different waitress emerged from the kitchen, carrying our order. Wow! That other waitress must have been really pissed at Dean.

She placed the plates down in front of us and we all tucked in. Except Georgia. I tried to eat carefully, and not make much mess; I didn't want to look rude!

Eventually Gee started eating her own food, clearly satisfied that it wasn't poisoned.

"If we'd been planning on kidnapping you, do you really think we'd bother actually coming here?" Dean teased. "Why bother drugging you when we could've just driven off?"

"You never know what crazy plans jerks come up with… So you're not planning on killing us?" She seemed more relaxed now, not quite so protective.

"We're here to help you, not hurt you."

Georgia just nodded in response and we continued eating. About halfway into our meal, Sam dropped his knife and fork and put his hands on either side of his head. He looked like he was in extreme pain, but we had no idea what to do.

"Sammy are you okay?" Dean asked, leaning across the table to put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

The pain seemed to suddenly stop and Sam's face relaxed slightly. He looked slightly worried and he looked across at me and stared. He just stared, saying nothing until Dean asked again if he was okay, and then he snapped out of things and turned to him.

"Can I speak to you a second?" Sam asked.

They excused themselves from the table and walked off into a corner of the diner, deep in conversation. They kept looking over at the table, at me in particular and I was slightly concerned. Was something wrong?

After a few minutes Sam and Dean returned and casually sat back down in their seats. Sam looked over at me and just stared for a few seconds. He looked worried and it kind of scared me to see him looking at me like this.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, putting my knife and fork down and facing him. I wasn't hungry anymore; I just wanted to know what was wrong.

"Um… yeah things are fine!" he replied. "Just please follow your sister's instructions okay? Don't go out alone and don't bring any strangers back to the apartment. Please?"

I nodded, not quite sure how to reply. He looked really worried about something, as though he knew something bad was going to happen soon.

There were a few minutes of silence between the four of us as we thought through what might be going on, and then Dean cleared his throat to talk. "So Sammy, do you want to try looking again for a motel to stay in, or shall we just spend more nights in the car?"

I butted in before Sam could reply. "If you guys need a place to stay you can stay with us for a bit?" Georgia shot me a bad look. "There's a double bed in my room that you could share and I'd take the couch."

"Thanks for the offer, but if it's okay with you I'll take the couch and you and Sammy boy can share the double. Unless Georgia here's gonna offer for me to share with her?"

He smiled flirtingly at Gee and she rolled her eyes. "In your dreams Deany boy!"

"I'm counting on it! Right then should we get onto the questioning? How much about the disappearances do you actually know?"

"Well until recently I just thought that people were leaving, but after last night I think something's wrong!" I said.

"Did you see something to do with James' disappearance?" Sam asked.

"I think so, but I'm not sure what I saw… To start with he was walking in the opposite direction away from the bar where he'd left his car, so that was a bit odd, but then when he passed by an alley further down the avenue this dark shadowy thing came out behind him. James turned around, but he didn't seem to see it. When he turned back round the shadow thing put its hand on James' back and I think it was guiding him. I stopped watching once he'd got to the end of the street cause he then turned off and went out of sight, but that thing behind him wasn't normal… You were out there last night, I saw your car; didn't you see it?"

"All we saw was James walking on his own. No shadow thing behind him! But don't worry; this thing, it wasn't human! It's some kind of spirit/demon. Luckily, we know just how to sort this out, and as soon as we're ready we'll go kick that son of a bitch's ass!"

"You guys are out of your fucking minds!" Georgia exclaimed. "There's no such thing as spirits or demons! It's all made up supernatural crap!"

"You keep telling yourself that!" Dean said, patting her lightly on the shoulder. I almost laughed but the look on Gee's face stopped me. God, if looks could kill! It was enough for Dean to remove his hand and look away.

"So what do we do now?" I asked. "We don't exactly have much to go on do we?"

"You believe these guys?" Georgia asked, shocked.

"I believe what I saw!"

"Well you're right in saying we don't have much to go on, which is why our next plan of action is to look up anything to explain things," I said. "So we need to know any legends or stories about Wyoming; past cases and any strange places."

"And all research will begin once we get back to yours," Dean said. "If we're all finished, let's go!"

I looked over at the kitchen area and saw that the waitress from earlier was stood watching us. Dean clearly saw it too as he hurried us all out of the diner. Man did she look pissed off!

Sam's POV

Whilst in the diner I had another psychic vision. My head felt like it was on fire and it hurt to see this thing.

There was a girl- Frankie- and she was running from something. She looked scared. It was late at night and she was out alone. She was scared and kept looking back over her shoulder to see if something was still following her. She turned a corner and ran straight into a talk black shadowy creature. It reached out with its long boney hands and gripped her throat. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped her lips. She was scared. No- she was terrified. The creature lifted her carelessly up off the floor- as though she was as light as air itself- leaving her legs dangling in the air. The view then switched so I saw the creature's face and could no longer see what else was happening. But I could still hear! I heard Frankie's panicked breathing. And then silence.

Georgia's POV

Back at the apartment Sam and Dean started bringing their stuff in. They didn't have much, but it was enough to require two separate trips. Once all the stuff was up, Sam pulled his laptop out of its case and started clicking a few things.

"Are you going to want to use the Wi-Fi?" I asked. "Cause I can go and get you the password if you do."

"Don't worry about it!" Sam replied. "I've already gotten past the firewall, and I should be connected in 3… 2… done."

"How did you-" "Don't bother asking Georgia," Dean interrupted. "He won't even tell me how he manages to do it. He's a techi geek who never reveals his secrets!"

"It's pretty easy to do," Frankie corrected. "You just enter the 11 digit override code that's practically the same for all providers and then you can type any random crap into the password box and it'll accept it as though it's the actual password that's been set up… The best part is that if you connect in this way, you can control everything to make it look like you're not using the Wireless. You can turn off the sensor on the box. Pretty cool if you ask me; great for when you're doing something you shouldn't be!"

We all stared at her in shock… This was the first I'd heard that she knew anything about high-tech stuff and hacking.

"Well Sammy it looks like you've found a girl who understands the laws of technology like you do. I wish you many happy years together!"

"Gee Dean it's so great to get your approval to date someone I barely know!" Sam said sarcastically. "I await your blessing for our marriage!"

"It's not my fault you like her! And yes it's /that/ obvious! Just remember the preen Sammy boy!"

I had no clue what Dean was on about, but I did know they were talking about my sister in a way I wasn't quite sure I liked.

"Don't talk about my sister like she's not even here!" I shouted. "Frankie is in the room as well you know?"

"Georgia don't worry; it's okay," Frankie said. "What's this preen?"

"You're gonna think it's stupid," Sam explained. "But every girl I've slept with has ended up dead."

"I see… Well we're only sharing a bed; it's not like we're gonna have sex is it?"

Despite the fact that she meant it as a joke, I could hear a slight nervousness in her voice.

Frankie can I talk to you a second?" I asked. "In private?"

We walked through to her room and I closed the door behind us as we stepped in.

"What's up Gee?" she asked.

"Okay cut the crap!" I said. "Do you like Sam? Yes or no?"

"… Yes… He's a nice guy and in case you hadn't noticed he is incredibly gorgeous! Can you at least let me see how things go? Please?"

"I wasn't gonna stop you from doing anything! I was just gonna tell you to be careful okay? I don't want you getting hurt!"

There a knock at the door and then Sam stuck his head in. "Georgia, Dean wants to talk to you about something to do with the town. If it's okay with you, Frankie and I will stay in here to continue looking stuff up."

I nodded as I passed Sam and as the door closed I gave Frankie a reassuring smile. She was right- I couldn't protect her from everything forever, and Sam wasn't exactly threatening!

Dean on the other hand, was just Dean. And now I was stuck on my own with him…

Dean's POV

Georgia emerged from Frankie's room, and I looked up from the sheets of paper spread out in front of me. They didn't exactly help in telling us anything that helped. There weren't any ley lines that could explain the demonic activity, and there were no articles on any recent murders or deaths.

"So, you and your sister, do you fight often?" I asked, deciding that no harm could come from taking a break from something that wasn't getting us anywhere. "Or is this a special occasion?"

"This has nothing to do with the case," she replied, sitting down on the floor with her back against the sofa. "Have you found anything?"

"Absolutely nothing useful! But hey! I'm sure Sammy will be able to find something! I decided to take a break. There's no harm in only half of us doing the work."

"Especially when the half doing the work will get more done on his own than with both halves combined!"

"Hey! When I want to work, I get a lot done thank you very much! And I'll repeat the question; do you and your sister fight often or is this just a one off? Also, why are you on the floor? Is the sofa not good enough for you?"

"We used to fight less. It's only as we've gotten older that we fight more. I've never been comfortable sitting on the sofa. It used to belong to our parents and after dad died, it just never felt right to sit somewhere they used to be."

"Oh right, I'm sorry… How long ago did you lose them?"

"Our mother died when I was 6. Frankie was just a baby. And then dad died when I was 18 and she was 14. They never found his body, but we know whatever happened can't have been pleasant."

"Wait! You're mother died when Frankie was a baby? Was it a fire by any chance?"

"Yeah, it was… why?"

"That's the same way our mother died… I think we've just found something to help with the case!"

Right from the start I'd known the girl in the window had been involved in the disappearances, and now I knew for sure. I just had to figure out what.

Sam's POV

I looked through every search engine for anything to do with Superior, hacked through every firewall and tried all different possibilities of wording, but I got the feeling that what I was looking for wasn't going to be found online, no matter how hard I looked.

I looked over at Frankie who was sat with me on the bed on her laptop, whilst I was on mine. She lay across the top half of the bed whilst I lay across the foot of the bed. She looked up and smiled. The idea hit me straight away- how had I missed this?

"Frankie, how much about Superior do you know?" I asked. Who better to ask than someone who actually lived there?

"About as much as there is to know!" she replied, closing the lid of her laptop and sitting up to face me properly. "I've lived here my whole life, and they teach you literally everything about the town. Plus I took Myths and Legends as part of my College courses; it was the only thing interesting that didn't require loads of work. What do you need to know?"

"Just tell me everything you know please! And if you don't mind, I'd like to record it, just in case we need it later… I'll just go and get the tape recorder from the car."

I stood up and began making my way towards the door. I got stopped halfway though. "It'd be easier to use the fire escape stairs," Frankie said, looking over at the window. "It's quicker and you won't have to face Georgia and Dean, who are both kind of expecting something to have happened."

"But isn't the fire escape meant to be used for emergencies only?" I asked. "What if there's an actual fire?"

"There hasn't been a fire in Superior since…" she paused. "Never mind. It was just an idea; it saves interrogation from the older siblings."

"I'll be 5 minutes!" I said, and climbed through the window to the stairs. I climbed down as fast as I could, and ran to the Impala. It was getting dark already; wow! Time sure did pass quickly when you were stuck researching.

Once I'd grabbed the tape recorder, I got back into the apartment quickly and found Frankie stretched out on the bed, flicking through a textbook on Journalism. It didn't quite fit together. Frankie had the appearance and attitude of someone who would bunk off classes and go out, yet she clearly knew stuff.

I placed the tape recorder in the middle of the bed, and we both sat opposite each other, the recorder between us. I hit record and the little red light came on.

"First thing I want to know," I began, speaking clearly. "This fire you started talking about. Tell me about it."

"If I must…" she replied. "When I was just a baby and Georgia was 6, our house burnt down. We all survived apart from our mother, who died trying to get me out. That's the only thing I can remember about her: I saw it all happen and it's stuck in my mind. Her body was burning and it was like the flames just wrapped themselves around her. Is that enough?"

I nodded, regretting asking about it now. "Next thing, what weird stuff has happened here? The recent disappearances aren't the first to occur are they? Also, are there any rumours about the town?"

"Well things in this town were sort of normal until I was 3. At this time, a family who lived in the big house on Nomed Hill, were all murdered. They never caught the murderer, but people thought the house did something.

"There've been rumours that the house on Nomed Hill has/had these powers or something. It gave protection against darker forces, and protected the family who lived there. So when they died, the house still protected them. Rather than let them die, it left them in a state between death and life.

"The rumour also says that during the day, the family are in spirit form, invisible to others, and then at night they get their physical form back. However all the time they are unable to leave the house as it's their power source. It's a pretty messed up story, but the first disappearances started then. At first it was only a few, but over time the number's gone up. And none of the people to go in have ever come out. Whatever's going on isn't normal."

I stopped the recorder; I had all I needed.

"Okay, Frankie, I'm pretty sure all this has to do with demons and un-resting spirits. This is the kind of thing Dean and I deal with. The reason I asked you to be careful earlier is because I think one of the demons is after you. Now we can protect you, but you need to follow what we say. Please? We'll do all we can to help; we'll place rock salt by all entrances to the apartment and Dean will be on look out, but you need to trust us! It's a bit late now, but tomorrow we're gonna go and hopefully solve all this, but for now, all that matters is keeping you safe!"

"I can't believe I was so stupid!" she exclaimed. It's been in front of me this whole time! Nomed Hill! Nomed is demon backwards! It's so obvious!"

"So you're not going to say I'm out of my mind?" I asked.

"Of course not! That shadowy thing that took James, it was a demon! I saw it with my own eyes! Wait! You're going into the house tomorrow? Sam, no one whose ever gone in has come back out alive! What if you don't come out? Do you have any idea how that'll affect me? You're risking your life for mine and you know the chances of coming out alive are slim. Why?"

"Some things in life are worth dying for!"

"And what if you don't come out?"

"Well I better give you something to remember me by!"

I moved across the bed and before she could say another word, I pressed my lips against hers. She seemed tense at first, but then she relaxed into the kiss a bit more. I pushed her gently down into the bed, till we lay together, her underneath, whilst I supported the weight on top.

The kissing intensified, clothing came off and…Well you don't need to know the details of what we got up to!

Frankie's POV

I woke up in the middle of the night and tried to sit up. I was lying on my bedroom floor and I tried to think about what happened. I hadn't gone to sleep on the floor so I guess I fell out of the bed at some point.

I looked over at Sam; he was still fast asleep and on his half of the bed, so I could rule out lack of room. My half of the bed still had imprints from where I'd been lying, so I'd only just fallen out of bed it seemed.

I climbed back into bed and reached over for the glass that normally rested on the bedside table. I lifted it to my lips to take a sip, only to find that it was empty; it was practically bone dry, like I'd had nothing in there for a while. I could've sworn the glass had been full before I went to sleep!

I climbed back out of bed, grabbed the glass and headed through to the kitchen to fill it up.

I didn't bother turning the lights on as I walked through- I could see clearly what I was doing and it wasn't like anything could get into the apartment. Sam and Dean had placed rock salt along all the door ways and on the window ledges, so no spiritual thing could get in, and Georgia and I had made sure the doors and windows themselves were bolted shut. Nothing could get into the apartment! We were safe…

As I filled up the glass with water from the tap, I heard a noise behind me; it was probably the air conditioning disturbing the curtains. Georgia really needed to learn not to leave it on at night!

I turned round head back to bed and the glass slipped from my hands and smashed on the floor. Stood in front of me was the same shadowy thing that had taken James. I tried to scream out, but it flashed up in front of me within seconds and its cold bony fingers wrapped around my throat, cutting off the air to my lungs.

"What… do… you… want?" I asked, gasping for air with each word.

The demon brought its face closer to mine and with a voice so cold it froze the blood in my veins it replied, "You!"

A light flicked on down the hallway by Georgia's room and I heard footsteps coming towards us. The demon dropped its fingers from my neck, and just as I thought it was about to disappear- how had it gotten in to start with?- it lashed out and with one swift movement it lashed out and it's cold claws slashed across my stomach. Agonising pain shot through me and I could feel the blood flowing out.

I fell to floor trying to press my hands over the huge gash in my stomach, but it hurt way too much! I felt faint and it was clear that I was losing way too much blood to be safe.

"Sam!" I shouted. "Dean! Help!"

The last bit came out as a whimper, but I still heard footsteps coming towards the kitchen. I heard someone run towards me and I saw the vague outline of someone over me. I think it was Dean.

"Don't worry! I'm gonna help you!" he said. It was the last thing I heard before things went black.

Georgia's POV

Dean rushed into the bedroom and practically pulled me out of bed. He'd gone to see what the noise was, and I guess he'd found out.

"You need to come with me, like now!" he said pulling me towards the door.

"Dean what's wrong?" I asked as we headed down the small hallway; the whole apartment stank of iron! "What's happened?"

He didn't reply as we passed Frankie's room. He stopped briefly to bang on her door. "Sammy, get your butt out here now!"

"What about Frankie?" I asked. "Surely she needs to be involved with this!"

Then it hit me! She was already involved, just not in a good way! I shoved past Dean and ran through to the main living room.

I stopped and stared at what I saw. Frankie lay across the small dining table, arms flat by her side. She looked like she was sleeping, apart from the obvious fact that she was bleeding drastically from her stomach. Her white tshirt was slashed across and the skin was slashed too, causing the shirt to slowly turn red.

On the floor by the sink there was a pile of smashed glass, but apart from that there was no evidence to explain what had happened.

"Dean!" I shouted, probably loud enough to wake the whole block. "Get your fucking ass in here now! You have got some serious explaining to do!"

Dean ran into the room, closely followed by Sam, who looked probably as worried/ shocked/ upset as I felt.

"What happened?" he asked, moments before the words left my own mouth. "Dean! What happened?"

"I heard the glass smash, so I came to see what happened," Dean explained. "When i got here, I found her on the floor, surrounded by the glass and her stomach was bleeding like mad. I had to move her to the table! Then I went to get you two."

"What did this to her?" I asked. Nothing should've been able to get into the apartment; all the doors were bolted with rocksalt underneath to ensure no demonic stuff could get in. It had taken time to convince me that they existed in the first place and to find out that stuff didnt work to keep them out really wasn't good enough!

"The demon," Dean replied. "That's what did this!"

"How'd it get in?" Sam asked. "None of the rock salt lines have been disturbed and the doors and windows are still bolted. There's no other way in!"

"Looks like we missed one!"

I looked over at the vents by the hall. There was no rocksalt there to prevent entrance to the apartment.

"This is your entire fault!" I shrieked, marching over to Dean and punching him square on in the face. Hard. "You said you could protect her! You told me you knew what you were doing, and you go and forget about the vents! If you'd been sleeping on the couch to start with rather than manipulating your way into my bed, this could've been avoided and Frankie wouldn't be half dead on the table!"

"You're blaming me for all this?" Dean demanded. "If I remember correctly, you were flirting with me, and you consented to everything that happened. That demon could've gotten to her no matter what! It wouldn't have hesitated to kill any of us whilst we were asleep if it meant we weren't in the way! It wanted Frankie dead, and either it wanted her to bleed to death, or we caught it off guard, so it caused temporary damage and has something bigger planned. But you cannot blame me for this!"

"Guys will you stop arguing!" Sam shouted. "We need to help Frankie! She's lost so much blood; she can't afford to lose more!"

"We need to get her to a hospital," I said, grabbing my keys off the counter. I rarely drove, but it looked like I needed to now!

"No! We can't leave the apartment! That demon's still out there, and it won't hesitate to kill us! Dean- get more rocksalt from my bag and put it by the vents. Georgia- I'm gonna need your help with Frankie. Get the medical supplies- please tell me you have some!- and a bowl of warm water. I'll need some cloths to clean the wound, a needle and medical thread for stitches and dressing/ bandages!"

"You've done this sort of thing before?" I asked, gathering everything he'd asked for. "You do know what you're doing?"

"Well..."

Dean's POV

I stood by Georgia's side as Sammy did his best to fix Frankie up. It looked as though it would be a messy job, but once all the blood was cleared up, we re-evaluated the situation. It would still be messy, but slightly less than it appeared before. Sam took care as he cleaned round the wound. Georgia and I were holding the blood soaked shirt up, away from the stomach, but it was obvious Sam would need us for other jobs soon.

"Sam there's no point in holding the shirt up when you're gonna need our help soon," I said. "It needs to come off!"

Sam nodded and I grabbed a second pair of scissors, slicing through the fabric. The torn material fell away, and Georgia and I moved to help with the rest of the procedure.

"Georgia I'm going to need you to hold the skin together whilst I stitch it up," Sam said, not taking his eyes away from what he was doing. "Dean, Frankie's still semi-conscious, so she's going to feel all of this; you're going to need to hold her hand."

"Did you mean that to be the other round?" I asked. "Shouldn't Georgia be holding her sister's hand?"

"No, I meant it how it came out. You don't like blood much and I thought you deserved a bit of bone crushing pain!"

I slipped my hand into Frankie's, ready for whatever came next. "Haha, very funny Sammy, but you do realise it's gonna take a bit more than slight pressure on my hand to crush the bones?" Sam started stitching the first slash back together, and Frankie flinched straightaway. "Son of a bitch!"

"Now you see why I asked you," Sam, smirked briefly before turning serious again.

Sam took his time sewing her back up, but eventually he was done. Next job was to bandage her up. This should be fun!

"Okay, Georgia we're gonna need you to wrap the bandages around Frankie's stomach. Dean and I will hold her up whilst you wrap it round."

"We'll what now?" I asked.

"We'll hold her up," Sam replied. He stood by her head and put his arms under hers. I went to her feet and grabbed hold of her ankles, waiting for further instructions. "On 3. 1… 2… 3!"

We lifted Frankie off the table, and Georgia did her best to bandage her sister up.

"Right, Dean help me move her across to the sofa!"

Georgia supported Frankie's torso as we carried her over and lay her down.

"Right, I don't know about you, but I'm going to bed!" I said. "Who's with me?"

"I'll join you, but tomorrow you're back on the sofa!"

"Wouldn't have it any other way sweet cheeks! What about you Sam?"

"I'll stay here I think," he replied. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay then. Night."

"Night."

Frankie's POV

I woke up on the sofa, with my head on someone's lap. When I looked up, I saw Sam. He was fast asleep, and his head was tilted back against the sofa.

I tried to sit up, but a searing pain erupted in my stomach, and I fell back down onto Sam's lap, trying to clutch my stomach. That did no good as the pain just got worse.

Sam's eyes opened and he looked down at me. "You alright?" he asked. "What's wrong?"

"My stomach kills!" I said. "What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"Oh I do! I'd just rather not say!"

"And you think it'd be better coming from me?" he sighed. "The demon got in; it tried to kill you."

"Oh great! How'd it get in?"

"We think it was through the vents… Luckily Dean got up and it sorta ran off. He found you on the floor and came to get us. We stitched you up, but you need to rest and we're gonna do what we can to help get rid of that son of a bitch!"

"Does it have something to do with the house on Nomed Hill?" I asked. "Cause if they're separate cases, we need to take care of the house first! Then we can take care of me! Several lives are more important than one! We need to stop this, so that it doesn't happen to others!"

"What do you mean by we?" Sam questioned. "You aren't having any part in this!"

"I'm just as much involved in this as you and Dean! I want to help! You can't stop me!"

"Frankie, listen to me; you're tired and angry, and not in a good enough to discuss this! We'll talk about this in the morning!"

"I won't have changed my mind!"

"I don't doubt that!"

Sam's POV

As the sun began to rise the next day, I closed the door to Frankie's room and made my way down the corridor to where Dean and Georgia were sleeping. I knocked on the door and Dean must've known it was me as he was the one to answer the door.

"Sam, it's 6:00 in the morning," he complained. "What do you want?"

"We need to go investigate that house," I replied. "Now."

"Why now? What's wrong with later? When I'm more awake!"

"It just needs to be now okay? Frankie wants to help us and I think we both agree that's a bad idea! So we go kill that son of a bitch before she's likely to get up!"

"Fine! Let me just get my jacket."

"Dean? You're gonna need your pants as well. Unless you plan on scaring the Demon with your boxers anyway…"

"Good call!"

5 minutes later, Dean and I crept out of the apartment, closing the door quietly behind us, and headed out to the Impala.

"How stupid do you think I am?" Frankie shouted from behind us as we reached the car. "Light sleeper by the way; I hear everything!"

"Fuck! You're meant to be resting! In case you forgot, you nearly got killed by a Demon last night! You're not in a state fit enough for this! And I will not put you into something that puts your life at risk!"

"But it's perfectly acceptable to risk your life instead?" she demanded. "I feel fine Sam! No pain or anything."

"Frankie… Sam and I deal with this sort of thing all the time," Dean butted in, trying to calm things down. "And you're clearly not okay; you're in pain! It's plain to see that."

"I don't care if you've been doing this your whole lives and in lives previous to this, I won't let you go through with this without letting me help you! I know a lot more about this than you think!"

"Oh yeah? What do you know about Demons and hunting?" I asked.

"Our father was a Hunter! That's how he died; I was with him when it happened!

We were on a job and a Demon got him whilst I was busy fighting another one off… It possessed him and I got there too late to save him. I got there just in time to see him grab the knife and slit his own throat! I have his journal in my room and I've been continuing his job behind Gee's back since he died, so do not question what I know!"

"So you're telling us that you are a Hunter? You didn't think to tell us this before!"

"I didn't see how it'd make a difference whether I was or wasn't! And besides Georgia doesn't know about any of this! She thought I was at College studying at the time of dad's death; do you have any idea how she'd react if she found out I've been out killing Demons and saving people's lives? She wouldn't believe me for a start and then she'd go mental, screaming about why would I be so stupid as to do such a thing? Surely you guys understand why it's to keep things from those you love!"

"Of course we understand that! But it could've helped if you told us that you were a Hunter!"

"Hold on a second!" Dean interrupted. "How do we know you're actually a Hunter? You could just be saying that to trick us into letting you come along with us! You're still not, just fyi."

"Follow me…"

Frankie led us round the apartment to a large door built into the wall. She slid a key into the lock and the door began to open, revealing a gap large enough to fit a car through. As we walked further into the garage the outline of two cars came into sight. One was a Bentley Arnage T, whilst the other looked just like the Impala Dean drove.

"You have an Impala?" he asked. "How does this prove anything?"

"Cadillac Eldorado 1967," she corrected. "It's what's in the boot that proves something."

We followed her round to the boot of the car and I wasn't particularly surprised when she lifted up the base to reveal a weapons compartment.

. It contained anything you could possibly need for any case; there was rock salt, lighter fluid, lighters in different shapes and sizes, shotguns, pistols, silver bullets, iron shards, silver knives, and what appeared to be an exact replica of the colt used for killing Demons once and for all.

"I've also got Demon blades and Holy water but that stays in my bag and out of reach of anyone."

"How have you kept this a secret from your sister?" I asked.

"It was easier when I was younger; she just thought I was in school when actually I was driving across the country trying to keep people safe. Now that I've left school though she just thinks I've been out late with guys and sleeping around. I've let her believe that as she'd kill me if she knew the truth."

"If I knew the truth about what?" Georgia asked, walking into the garage. Quicker than is normally physically possible, Frankie closed the secret compartment of the boot and looked over at her sister. "Frankie what's going on?"

"Sister dearest here is planning on moving out," Dean lied, as casually as though he was simply passing something off.

"What?"

Georgia's POV

I stared at Frankie in shock. "What?" I repeated. "Frankie, is what Dean said true? What are you doing down here?"

"We're trying to get her back upstairs," Sam said. "Frankie you're hurt; go back upstairs and leave this to us."

"Listen to me!" Frankie exclaimed. "I am fine. Look!" She lifted the bottom of her shirt up to reveal a perfectly scar/ stitch/ blood free stomach. "I woke up this morning and it was all gone. There was no pain and no marks whatsoever. Weird eh?"

"More like fucking crazy!" Dean said, going closer and running his hand over the skin. Frankie flinched at the touch. "Does that hurt?"

She shook her head. "No, your hands are cold. It feels weird."

"Sorry I don't have a warmer touch. Sammy probably does a better job in that department."

"Moving on," I interrupted. "You're thinking of leaving? Why?"

"I was only considering it," Frankie replied. "I just want a bit of a change. I've lived here my whole life; I want to get away from it all, that's all!"

"Get away from it? Or get away from me? Don't lie to me Frankie, I know you think I take control too much and I'm trying to be like your mum. So if you're thinking of leaving because of me, at least tell the truth!"

I grabbed my keys off the cabinet by the door and climbed into my car. I revved the engine and edged forward when Dean stood in my way. When he called my bluff I edged forward further and he soon got out of the way. I drove out of the garage and out onto the street. Now it was Frankie's turn to get in my way.

"Get out of my way or I will run you down," I said as I rolled down the window. "I'm serious Frankie, move!"

"Where are you gonna go?" she asked. "Think about this Gee; you can't just leave!"

"Oh yeah? Watch me!"

Sam's POV

We stared as Georgia's car retreated down Harrisons Avenue. Frankie looked pissed as Georgia got further away, but at the traffic lights her expression changed to concern. She ran into the garage and grabbed her keys off the table at the back. She climbed into her car and as she passed Dean and I, the window rolled down.

"We're going to the house now!" she said. "The Demon… it got into her car. It's taking her to Nomed Hill. I'm not going to let it kill her!"

Before Dean or I could respond, she sped off down the street after her sister. I shot a look at my brother and he nodded. We jumped into the Impala, and took off after her.

Frankie was waiting impatiently when we pulled up and after grabbing the key weapons, we headed up the path to the house.

"Stick together!" she said. "If we split up who knows where we'll end up!"

"Yes sir! Whatever you say sir!" Dean said, mock saluting.

Frankie stomped on his foot before turning to the door. We took up positions behind her as she lashed out and kicked the door open.

"Welcome to Hell's House!"

Frankie's POV

I quite forcefully kicked the door open- getting an impressed look from Dean as I did so- and the three of us rushed into the house, guns at the ready; we wouldn't be able to kill these bastards, but we should have enough time to get Gee and get the hell out with the help of rock salt that would stop the vengeful spirits temporarily.

We had the plan to stay together and not split up, but just in case we happened to get separated, we each had a radio to keep in contact. Spirits couldn't interfere with the signal between them which was definitely good for us!

We made our way towards the doorway that led through to what appeared to be the living room, but as I stepped through, Sam and Dean let out a shout of protest and I assumed that meant the doorway had changed for them. I turned to see if the way I'd come had changed, but it was still the main entrance to the house. Sam and Dean had disappeared, but the room hadn't changed.

I turned back round as two figures approached; they had the appearance of pale skin, hollow eyes, and a large mouth- they were clearly sirens- but they would change their appearance to get to person they wanted to kill. Normally you only ever saw their false appearance, but since I'd turned 22 I'd been able to see the supernatural world as it truly was. These had to be Siren/ spirit hybrids though, created by the house, otherwise they'd be able to leave

I waited for them speak before pretending to know who they were being.

"We're very disappointed in you Francesca," the one on the left spoke first. Oh great they were going to be my parents! "Your father tried to raise you right, and how do you repay him? By doing everything physically possible to get yourself killed!"

"Mum? Dad?" I asked. "Is that really you?"

"You're a disappointment to your sister," the other said. "She's been looking out for you, trying to help her and you go against everything she says. Do you have any idea how that makes us feel Francesca? It makes us sick to even look at you!"

"I'm sorry! I only ever wanted to make you proud. I thought this is what you'd want Dad!" I backed up against the wall, faking tears as they came closer. "There's one thing you need to learn about me though; I'm what you'd call "immune" to your false appearances! You're not my parents; you're not even human." I laughed as the tears stopped and I stood up straight against the wall.

"A hunter? We must be getting better at this!" one of them cackled. "To lure a hunter into our grasps! We're going to enjoy killing you!"

"Oh you didn't lure me here; I came of my own free will, and I'm going to leave this hell hole. Alive!"

I pointed my gun at the siren on the left, my finger on the trigger. It lunged towards me and I pulled. The siren dispersed and then I shot the other one. Once that one had disappeared, I ran out into the main entrance and headed up the stairs.

"Frankie? You there?" Sam's voice came through on the radio. "Where are you at the moment?"

"I'm at the top of the stairs," I replied. "You? Is Dean still with you?"

"Yeah! We found Georgia; she's unconscious in the room at the end of the hall. We were about to head in, but as we went through the doorway we transferred to the living room."

"Stay the living room! I've just got the sirens in there to disappear so they won't be back for a while. Wait there! I'll get Gee, come get you and then we're getting the fuck out of here!"

"Great plan genius!" Dean's voice came through. "How do you plan on doing that?"

"The house doesn't affect me! What I see is what I get! It's the same with the monsters in here; the sirens were posing as my parents, but I could see the true faces. Just wait there!"

I ran down the upstairs corridor and into the room at the end. Sure enough, my sister was lying unconscious on the floor. A man was stood over her and at his stomach was a huge blood stain covering his clothes. He looked up as I approached, but made no effort to do anything as I got closer.

I picked Gee up in my arms and turned to make my way out. The man put his hand on my arm and I turned to him, ready to fight if need be. But he didn't try to hurt me. An image flashed across my mind and I realised that this man was the guy I'd met at the bar a few nights back. James Macabee!

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. In his hands he held what looked like a lighter and I didn't want to know what he was planning to do with it. It took me time to realise he was mouthing the words "Go. Get out!" I took his advice and as quickly as was possible, I got downstairs.

Through the doorway to the living room I could see Dean and Sam, and they turned as I stepped through with Georgia in my arms.

"We are having a huge discussion when we get back to yours!" Dean said. "Cause that's not normal!"

He took Georgia from me, and we all linked up as we went back to main entrance. Sam tried to open the front door, but it was quite clearly locked. Dean looked at me as if to say "this isn't going to work!" and I reached out to turn the handle.

It turned with ease and as one we stepped out of the house on Nomed Hill. The door slammed behind us, and as it did, flames erupted from the bedroom where Georgia had previously been. We ran down to the cars just before the window smashed to pieces. We stared at the house as one by one, different rooms began to go up in flames. and then Sam and Dean turned on me.

"What the hell was that Frankie?"

Dean's POV

Once the door to the apartment closed and Georgia was lying on the sofa safe at last, Sam and I each took hold of one of Frankie's arms and dragged her over to one of the kitchen chairs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she demanded as we tied her wrists to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the legs. "Guys what's going on?"

Neither one of us replied as we grabbed what we needed. Sam took his container from his breast pocket and poured the contents over Frankie's face. Nothing happened. So she was immune to Holy water. One test down. Several more to go.

I grabbed the salt and poured several handfuls over her. Once again nothing happened.

"Oh you think I'm possessed or a supernatural creature don't you? Have fun with your tests boys, but please don't cut me too much. Although I could save you all this trouble and resources and tell you the theory I have!"

"Okay…" I said. "We're listening."

"Psychic. I'm not possessed; I've got the exact same symbol that you two have tattooed on your chests, tattooed on my back. So if you would be as kind as to release me, that would be highly appreciated!"

Sammy cast a look my way, and I nodded in response. He began untying the bonds at her wrist whilst I worked on her ankles. She stretched her wrists as she stood up, and turned to face us.

"So, psychic huh?" I asked. "That's uh… nice!"

"Haven't exactly had it long, so it's not been long enough to judge. It started when I turned 22 last week. The first experience was seeing that Demon take James. I'd never seen them when hunting before unless they wanted to be seen. Guess it'll come in handy from now on though eh?"

"Yeah, I guess you can say that."

"Sorry about tying you up," Sam said. "We just weren't sure if you were you or not! Had to be sure."

"Fair enough. Would've been nice to have some warning though rather than you just grabbing me!" she replied. "So what happens now?"

"Well tomorrow morning Sammy and I are leaving," I explained. "We got another case. But we'll keep in contact! Just in case we ever need back-up on a case!"

"Dude just admit you like Georgia!" Sam teased. "Is that too much to ask for?"

"Yes. It is!"

"Don't worry Sam, he's a guy! He won't admit his feelings!" Frankie said.

"What am I then?"

"A moose. Or a giraffe."

"Okay then… We better start packing!"

By the time we had finished packing and loading up the Impala, the sun had fully set and darkness had come. Georgia was in bed, still asleep from earlier, and Frankie had tried to make tea. After a remark made by Sam, she realised that it was hopeless. Pizza was ordered and it had to be one of the greatest pizza's ever. I was surprised Death wasn't in town getting a piece of this!

Georgia's POV

I heard a door slam early in the morning and I heard voices talking. I recognised Frankie's voice and Sam and Dean's. They were leaving.

I'd woken up at 3:00 to find Dean lying next to me. He was awake and staring at me. Before I could say anything he'd leant over and kissed me. It was light and sweet, something not really associated with Dean Winchester, but it was nice and comforting after what I'd been through.

I'd spent the night with Dean by my side and it was reassuring having him there. Over the past couple of days, I guess you could say a relationship had formed. I was going to miss him. Which was why I needed to say goodbye properly.

I ran to the Frankie's room and used her emergency stairs to get down to where the Impala was parked. Dean looked surprised as I approached.

"I thought you were asleep?" he questioned.

"I needed to say goodbye," I replied. "I heard you were leaving. Didn't want to end things on a bad note."

"That wouldn't be good. I really hate to say this, but you and I can't exactly stay together what with my job and all. But what we had was fun Gee!"

"Yeah I understand. You're moving around all the time, meeting new people. It just wouldn't work would it!"

Before he could reply, I moved forward kiss him. He was caught off guard, but all the same it was nice. As we pulled apart, he smiled. And it wasn't a dirty smile, it was warm and genuine and not Dean-like.

"See you around Georgia," he said, climbing into the driver's seat of the Impala.

"See you Dean."

Sam's POV

Frankie and I pulled apart from our embrace and she smiled up at me. The past couple of days had been fun, minus the demon problems and nearly getting killed obviously. Unlike Dean and Georgia, Frankie and I decided to keep our small relationship going. We were going to plan to meet up sometime in the near future. It wasn't exactly like it'd be hard to keep things going with us.

"I'll call you soon," I promised. "Keep you and your sister safe okay?"

"Yes sir!" she mock saluted. "I'll miss you Sam!"

"I'll miss you too Frankie, but we'll see each other again no doubt!"

"Oi Sammy! This case waits for no one!" Dean called through the window. "You coming or what?"

I turned to Frankie and gave her one last kiss before climbing into the Impala next to Dean.

"Bye girls," I said. "Keep safe and if you ever need us just call."

Dean started the engine and then we were off.

Frankie's POV

Georgia and I watched as the guys drove down Harrisons Avenue, and it was a relief to not see a Demon emerge from the ally and try to take them away. I was going to miss the Winchesters; they'd made the past couple of days quite enjoyable and they'd saved both Georgia's and my life, so we owed them.

This wasn't the end though. No doubt I'd run into Sam and Dean Winchester again, with or without my sister by my side. This wasn't the last I'd see of them…