Here it is. Here it FINALLY is. This is the little fic I've been gloating about for a while that I finally found inspiration for. I've written six chapters so far and I'm working my way into the final episodes of season four right now. I'm not really sure what else to say. I just really hope everyone enjys it and reviews~!

Chapter 1: Answering the Call

As the car roared down the highway, there was a ringing sound. "Damn it… Answer the phone."

"Alright. Hello?"

"Hey."

"Bobby, what do you got for us this time?"

"Possible haunting up in Kripke Manor, Oregon. You two up for it?"

"'Course we are. What's the story?"

"Small motel in the town and employees are claiming they've seen things. Shadows mainly. It doesn't look legit, but check it out just to be sure."

"Alright. We're maybe a day away. We'll let you know."

"Jus' be careful."

"So Oregon?"

"Oregon."

"Then Oregon it is," Ashley said as the car sped up.

The two got out of the car in front of the motel. Ashley stretched her arms above her head. "Now I know why I love riding shotgun," she said.

Tori pulled their backpacks from the back seat of the car. "Quit whining," she told her, "I've driven for hours straight."

"That's because you've got a few screws loose," Ashley commented as Tori tossed her bag to her. "Urf! Alright maybe just one or two."

Rolling her eyes, Tori walked past her towards the hotel check in office. "Maybe my loose screw won't remember to get you a bed."

"Ah…!" Ashley frowned. "Please?" she grinned sheepishly. Tori just shrugged and walked into the office.

Ashley leaned against the wall as she waited outside the door. Her bag was rested on her foot in a lazy manner. The door opened and Tori walked out. She shoved a key in front of Ashley's face. "Lucky I got you a key," Tori grumbled.

While following her over to the room door, Ashley said, "Who got us the money though? This one." She pointed to herself. "I hustled that guy out the wazoo."

"He was trashed. And you taunted him," Tori's eyes narrowed as she spoke.

"I still got the money." Ashley watched as Tori unlocked the door and opened it.

(Dean & Sam)

Sam looked over the menu of the diner as Dean read Chuck's manuscript. He laughed and Sam looked at him with question. "What's so funny?"

"I don't know who the chicks are but this Ashley sounds like a babe," Dean said through his chuckle. Sam glared at him. "What?"

"That's the only thing you get from it?"

"This could be a good thing," Dean told his younger brother, "I mean, if this puts us on the path to Lilith, then all we gotta do is get off the path."

"What d'you mean?"

Dean pointed at the papers that were clipped together in his hand. "This is a blueprint of what not to do. If they say left…"

"Then we go right," Sam said, finishing his statement.

Dean had a small smile as he said, "We get off book, we never make it to the end. It's opposite day." He looked at the paper, his eyes peering over it briefly. "It says we get into a fight so…no fight. No research for you…"

"No girls or bacon cheeseburgers for you," Sam snapped back.

"…Yeah. No problem. I'll just order something else." He never did answer to Sam's other comment.

Just then, a waitress approached their table. She tried offering them both a bacon cheeseburger, claiming Oprah's girlfriend said they were the best in the country. Sam laughed and said, "I'll just have the cobb salad please."

Dean pouted a little. "I'll have the…veggie tofu burger."

They both smiled at the waitress as she left. Once she was gone, Sam said, "I think this is ridiculous."

"What, Lilith's ridiculous?"

"The idea of me hooking up with her is."

Dean made a small scoff. "Oh right. Something like that could never happen." His sarcasm was obvious and he looked down at the menu once more.

Sam frowned at his brother. "Dean, for the first time we have warning that Lilith is close."

"So?"

"So, we got the jump on her. If we know when she's coming; we know where she's…" Sam paused. "This is an opportunity."

"Are you-" Dean snapped but stopped himself when Sam gave that knowing look. It was the fight. The one they were supposed to have. "It frustrates me when you say such reckless things," Dean told him.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Well, it frustrates me when you'd rather hide then fight."

The two had a stare down for a few moments until the waitress brought their food over. Dean leaned closer to Sam, who was across the table and said, "It's not hiding. It's being smart, picking your battles. This is a battle we're not ready to fight." Without another word, Dean dug into his burger. He looked at it curiously. "Oh my god. This is delicious. Tofu is amazing!"

At that moment, the waitress returned. "I'm so sorry. I gave you the bacon cheeseburger by mistake," she told him while taking the plate and burger.

(Ash & Tori)

Tori was driving the car and Ashley was resting in the passenger seat. But oddly, for the past few miles, the Camaro had been making strange sounds. Some sputtering and whirring mainly. "No no no," Tori cooed. "Don't die…" She turned, looking at Ashley for a moment. "Wake up! You broke my baby."

Jolting up, Ashley looked like a deer in headlights. She rubbed her eyes and said, "No I didn't. You did."

She grumbled while parking the car on the side of the road. "If it's broken, Bobby's how many miles away!" Tori pouted as she smacked a hand against the steering wheel.

"Let's just check it out and make sure nothing's wrong." Ashley got out of the car and opened the hood.

Tori looked at the gauges on the dash. Nothing looked to be out of the ordinary… She leaned her head out the window. "Well?"

Ashley called, "Everything looks okay. I'm no expert, but I don't see any problems…"

"Shit!"

"I think we passed a gas station a mile or so back. Want me to go or what?"

From the rear view mirror, Tori noticed a black car approaching. "Flag down the car."

"What car?" Ashley put the hood down and saw said car. She waved her arms to signal to the driver and Tori noticed the black car was slowing, pulling up behind them.

She grinned and got out of the car. "Thank goodness!"

Ashley walked over and leaned on the trunk. Putting on her charm, she asked, "Mind helpin' us out stranger?"

The guy walked towards the two after getting out. "What seems to be the problem"?

"Car trouble," Tori said.

"Huh. Well lucky for you, I know a thing or two about cars." He smirked. "I'm Dean."

With a smile, Ashley said, "I'm Ashley. This is Tori."

Dean looked at them with slight surprise. "Ashley and Tori?" He walked around to the hood of the car as he spoke. "Not Torence?"

Tori grumbled, "It's Tori."

"Torence is a nickname," Ashley told Dean with suspicion.

He just nodded as he opened the hood to look at the engine. "Hm. Everything looks okay…"

"That's what I said," Ashley mumbled while rolling her eyes.

"I'm calling Bobby then. This is ridiculous." Tori pulled out her phone, pushed a few buttons, and held it to her ear.

Dean looked at them oddly. "Bobby?"

Tori walked a few feet away to talk. "He lives in South Dakota," Ashley explained, "but he won't help us much there…"

"Is his-"

He was interrupted by Tori. "Uncle Bobby said he can swing by and pick up the car. He'll give us a loaner, too."

"Uncle?"

She turned her attention to Dean. "He's not really my uncle."

"Why the interest?" Ashley questioned.

"There's not an over abundance of Bobby's in South Dakota," Dean said with a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "His last name wouldn't happen to be Singer, is it?"

The two women looked at one another with shock. "You know him?"

Ashley smiled. "Are you…one of the Winchesters then?" Dean gave a cautious nod. "So you and your brother are the dicks taking all the good cases?"

Dean narrowed his eyes at her. "Excuse me?"

She went to speak again, but Tori said, "She means Bobby gives us all the poltergeist cases."

"You two are hunters?"

Ashley smiled and said, "Aren't you just on a roll."

Dean grinned. "At least Chuck was right about one thing," he muttered while glancing up.

"What?" Ashley asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Who's Chuck?" Tori questioned as she leaned against the side of her car.

"Uh, this may seem a little…odd, but this guy named Chuck sort of…knows what's gonna happen."

"Like a psychic?" Ashley asked.

He nodded. "Yeah." Dean eyed their car with a frown. "I'll give you two a ride, but I'm stopping at Chuck's first."

The two looked at each other. Ashley shrugged and Tori had a small pout on her face. It was obvious Tori wanted to go meet this psychic…

Ashley quirked an eyebrow as she watched Tori hurry off to the passenger side of Dean's car. Shotgun was always her second choice of seating. Then again, she could find out more about Dean. Ashley walked to the door behind the driver's seat and noticed the clear tarp on the back window. "Wow. Your car looks like shit," she stated.

Dean started the car after getting in. "Yeah thanks sweetheart," he retorted.

(Tori POV)

The car pulled up in front of the house. She looked out the passenger side window with a frown. "He lives here?" Tori asked without looking at Dean.

Ashley was snickering as she opened her door and stepped out of the car. "Looks like he may have died here…"

"It gets better," Tori heard Dean say as she got out of the car, stepping onto the sidewalk.

The trio walked up to the front door and Dean rang the doorbell. A minute or so went by and he rang it again. "Maybe he's not home," Tori murmured.

Ashley smiled at her and pulled out her small lock pick set she carried in her pocket. Tori saw Dean give a big grin as Ashley knelt down to pick the lock. "My kind of girl."

"Got it," Ashley announced as the door opened. She returned the set to her coat pocket and they entered the house.

They followed Dean into what looked to be a living room. He sat on an arm chair and Tori looked at Ashley with confusion. At least she wasn't the only one; Ashley had the same expression.

"Why don't you two gals sit down until Chuck gets back," Dean commented with a hint of sarcasm. "Tell me about yourselves since you obviously know more about me…"

Ashley plopped on the worn sofa, smiling. Tori sat next to her, watching Dean with subtle suspicion. "Let's see… My name's Ashley Stevens. I'm twenty-nine and I hate that Bobby gives you all the good cases."

Tori elbowed Ashley softly, shooting her a look. She looked back to Dean and saw him nod towards her. With a subtle blush, Tori said, "Tori Gallen. Twenty seven years old. I actually kinda like the simple cases…"

"So you two are like yin and yang?" Tori noticed Dean's eyes lingering on Ashley as he spoke. She let out a sigh and Dean leaned back into the chair.

The sound of a lock being turned and a door opening caused them all to look in the direction of the archway. A short, scraggly man with a beard growing inched in timidly. He had newly bought alcohol in his hands and said, "Hi Dean."

"I take it you knew I'd be here," Dean said with a scowl on his face.

"You look terrible."

Dean glared at him for a moment. "That's because I just got hit by a mini-van, Chuck."

So this was Chuck, the psychic? He didn't look like one at all in Tori's opinion. He just looked like your average geeks. Hell, he had comic character posters on his walls.

"Hey Chuck. Why don't you ask these two ladies what their names are?" Dean snapped.

Chuck turned, looking at Tori and Ashley. Ashley held up a hand. "Yo. I'm Ashley. This is Tori."

His face fell and he said, "Oh…"

"Oh?" Dean was obviously mad. "Every damn thing you write about me comes true and all you have to say is 'oh'?" He began to stand up.

Flinching, Chuck put the six pack of beer down. "Please don't yell at me."

Tori got up after seeing Ashley stand. The situation was getting heated. They were both wondering if it would be going south… Tori knew if it did, Ashley would jump in to stop it.

Dean walked towards the scared man slowly. "Why do I get the feeling there's something you're not telling us?"

"What wouldn't I be telling you?"

"How do you know what you know for starters?"

Chuck, looking very scared said, "I don't know how I know. I just do."

Dean snarled a little. "That's not good enough." He grabbed Chuck's shirt collar and pushed him against the wall.

Ashley rushed to stop the approaching fight as a voice boomed, "Dean, let him go."