Writer: Janniw
Characters: Dean, Jo, Sam and a few that I've made up.
Rating: M
Pairing: Dean/Jo
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of the characters. I wish I would.

Okay, so this is just something that I've been thinking about and wanted to write. So please read and review.

Chapter 1

"Could you remind me why we took this case?" Dean asked his younger brother who was sitting next to him in the car, reading a book.

"Come on Dean, Louisa was a good friend to our mom. We should at least take a look on what's going on." Sam replied with a sigh.

He was tired, and not in the mood to argue about this case. He had received a telephone call a few days ago from a woman who claimed to be a old friend of Mary. She had said that she needed help with something, possibly an angry spirit, that was haunting the motel that she owned. After that Sam and Dean had looked through their dad's journal to check if she was telling the truth (which she was) they had packed their things and started to drive towards the motel that she owned.

"It's probably just rats. Look Sam, I don't think that we're going to find anything." Dean said.

"We're still going to take a look Dean. And besides, we're almost there, so if you could just shut up and stop complaining." Sam said. He was starting to get angry with his brother.

"Fine. Bitch."

Sam let out a small chuckle.

"Jerk."

Later that evening they were sitting in their motel room. They had already talked to Louisa, and she had told them everything there was to know about the motel, that was called `The Bluebird´. It was pretty old, 60 years, and there had been no deaths or freak accidents. Not until a few months ago, when the guests started to disappear. The police had no clue, and neither did Louisa. She described the motel as `peaceful´ and she seemed pretty shaken up about the situation. She had also given them a box filled with newspaper articles and photos of the missing persons when they went to the motel. Sam had been going through that box for three hours now, and he still didn't find anything that would give them a lead of what they were after. The only thing that was sure is that whatever it is, it's got a type. All the missing persons were couples. With a heavy sigh Sam sat back on the bed he was sitting on. The movement caused some of the photos to fall down, but right now he didn't care. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"Sam, did you find anything?" Dean asked, waking Sam up. Sam yawned and sat back up.

"No, nothing." He replied. "But there has been one death in the motel."

"Yeah?"

"Apparently a man named George Moore died here in the late 80's."

"Was it violent? Any reason that he would be haunting the motel?"

"No, he slipped in the shower, and knocked himself out. He drowned in the bathtub."

"Then what the hell are we after?"

"I have no idea. Maybe it wasn't an accident, maybe he was killed."

"Or maybe it's nothing."

Sam sighed, now his older brother was really getting on his nerves.

"Sam, come on. You know as well as I do that this doesn't have to be anything supernatural. It could just be strange a coincident." Dean said.

"Dean, when has it ever been just a coincident!?"

"Fine! We'll stay here for two days. If nothing happens, we're leaving." Dean stood up and walked to the door.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked.

"To find a bar. If we're going to stay I might as well enjoy myself. Don't wait up."

Dean sat alone in the bar, drinking his beer. He wasn't in the mood for shots. He looked at the bar counter, it was dirty and had stains on it.

"A beer please." A familiar voice said next to Dean. He looked up ans saw a familiar blond standing next to him.

"Dean?" she asked. Her hair was open, and she was wearing a black top and tight, gray jeans. She looked amazing.

"Jo, hey!" Dean said and they hugged. The hug was pretty awkward, they both didn't know what to say or do.

"So, uhm, what are you doing here?" she asked and took a sip of her beer.

"Investigating a case. And you?n What brings you here?"

"I'm also working on a case. An old friend of my dad's has problems with her motel. I thought that I'd come and check it out."

"Wait, a friend of your dad's? Are you talking about Louisa?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

"Because we're also working on that case. She called us and told her she was a friend of our mom."

"Fuck, really?" Jo groaned. "So what, Louisa lied about being friends with my dad?"

"No, I don't think she lied. I think hat she really was a friend of our parents. The question is why she called us both."

"Yeah... That is actually pretty weird." she took another sip of her beer.

"So what now..?" Dean asked and watched Jo finish her beer.

"I'll work with you and Sam, and we'll kill whatever is taking those people."

"We?" dean repeated. "Jo, you're just an amateur, you don't..."

"Oh don't you start with that crap Dean Winchester." she interrupted. "I've been hunting for three months now, but you wouldn't know that, would you, because you've been too busy not calling." Jo hissed between clenched teeth.

"Jo, it's not like that."

"Then what's it like?"

Dean didn't answer, he was ashamed.

"Like it or not, I'm working on this case with you." Jo said and stood up. She smiled to him. "Where's your room, I really need to take a shower."

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