*Annabelle's P.O.V.*

I am now in Jericho, where I heard John was last seen before his disappearance. Yes, John is missing, and I have to find him if I am ever supposed to have even the slightest chance of finding the things that killed my family; starting with the one that killed my Mom. I quickly did some research, and found out that John was investigating the disappearances of young men that go back ten years and all seem to occur on the same stretch of road. The latest victim was Troy Squire, so I asked a few people and found out his girlfriend's name; Amy Hein.

As I wandered around a little, looking for Amy, I saw a girl hanging up posters of Troy. That must be Amy, so I walked over to her with a small, polite smile.

"Excuse me?" The girl turned around, and looked at me questioningly. She had dark red hair which she had up in a pony tail, and was wearing dark makeup, but was dressed normally. "Are you Amy Hein?" She nodded, so I gave her a friendly smile. "Troy spoke about you all the time," Her eyes widened.

"You've seen him?" she asked eagerly, but I shook my head sadly.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm also looking for him, so I thought you and I are kind of on the same boat here,"

"Who are you?" Amy asked cautiously.

"I'm Troy's older cousin, Annabelle," I lied, only telling her my real name. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, two men walked over to us. One was quite tall, and the other one was slightly shorter. However, the shorter one seemed older than the taller one; he seemed the same age as me, maybe a year older. He had brown, short spiky hair and amazing green eyes. He was muscular, and very handsome. But he also seemed like the cocky type of a person, and the kind of a man who sees women as one-night stands only.

The taller man seemed younger than me by two or three years, and had dark brown, flat hair, slightly longer than the other man. He wasn't as muscular, but still good-looking, He also seemed like an intelligent person, and the kind of a man who takes a relationship seriously. To me, he just seemed innocent.

"You must be Amy," the shorter man said to Amy.

"Yeah," she just replied, turning away from the three of us and hanging another poster on the wall that was already covered with them.

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. I'm Dean, this is Sammy," the shorter man continued, gesturing to the taller man as he introduced themselves.

"He never mentioned you," Amy said a little skeptically, as 'Sammy' shook his head with a little smile at the shorter man. Apparently 'Sammy' isn't what he likes to be called. I'm guessing 'Sam' is his real name. "Or you," Amy looked at me skeptically as well.

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" Dean asked me, and he and Sam both looked at me in interest.

"I'm Annabelle, Troy's cousin," I introduced myself, and shook Dean's hand with a smile.

"Well, I'm Dean, this is Samm-"

"Sam," Sam cut him off, glaring at him slightly for the use of the nickname. I stifled a chuckle and also shook Sam's hand, receiving a friendly smile in return.

"Wait, don't you know each other?" Amy interrupted, confused.

"Members of our family don't really talk to one another," Dean explained, but I could tell he was hiding something. Amy nodded, but still seemed unconvinced and turned around to walk away. "Anyways, the two of us aren't around much. We're up in Modesto." Dean continued as we followed her.

"So, we're looking for him too," Sam said as he quickened his pace to stand in front of Amy. "And, we're kind of asking around,"

"Hey, are you okay?" Another girl walked up to us, and looked at Amy in concern. She had black flat hair which fell loosely on her shoulders, and also wore very dark makeup. Her clothes were very dark as well, mostly black.

"Yeah," Amy replied.

"You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" Sam asked, and Amy nodded.

*15 minutes later, The Local Diner*

"I was on the phone with Troy," Amy begun explaining as we sat in the booth at the local diner. Amy and her friend were sitting on one side of the table, while Sam, Dean, and I were sitting on the other side of the table. The two young men already took up enough space, so I just sat on the very edge of the seat, with my legs on the side. "He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and... He never did,"

"He didn't say anything strange? Or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked curiously, yet gently, making my eyebrows furrow in confusion a little. These are the kind of questions a hunter would ask.

"No. Nothing I can remember," Amy said with her voice quivering slightly, causing her friend to give her a look of sympathy.

"Alright, here's the deal," I started, as I leaned on the table, looking at the two girls. "Something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." I trailed off pointedly, but didn't miss the curious and interested looks the two men gave me. As if they knew I was hiding something. But I can easily tell that they are hiding something too.

"What is it?" Dean asked as the the girls shared a look.

"Well, it's just... I mean with all the guys going missing, people talk," Amy's friend said.

"What do they talk about?" Sam and Dean both asked in unison, making me smile a little. They look a little alike, they talk at the same time; they must be brothers.

"It's kind of this local legend," the girl continued after sharing a glance with Amy. "This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial. Like decades ago," I saw Dean give Sam a knowing look, leading me to the conclusion that they are either hunters, or bad news. "Well, supposedly she's still out there. She hitchhikes, and whoever picks her up; well they... Disappear forever," Sam and Dean shared another knowing look, so I stood up and plastered a small smile on my face.

"Well, thank you for your time, ladies, but I have to get going," I apologized, and they nodded at me.

"We have to get going too," Dean said, as he and Sam stood up. The three of us gave the girls one last smile, before walking out of the soon as we were out, I grabbed them both and pulled them into the alley just around the corner. "Whoa, easy!" Dean yelled at me, and I glared at him.

"Who the hell are you?!" I hissed, and they looked at me in confusion and shock.

"We... Told you already," Sam said confused, making me roll my eyes.

"I mean what are you? You obviously know something not normal is happening here, so I want to know how you know it," I demanded.

"And how do you know all that?" Dean asked me suspiciously, taking a step forward.

"Okay, how about we introduce ourselves first?" Sam asked quickly, seeing that Dean and I were going to have a nasty argument in a second. We both calmed down a little, and I looked at Sam, waiting. "I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my older brother, Dean,"

"Wait... 'Winchester'? As in John Winchester?" I asked, and they looked at me, shocked.

"You know our dad?" Sam asked, and my eyebrows shot up.

"Your dad? John's your dad? Mary was your mom?" I asked, and Dean looked glared at me.

"How do you know all that?" he asked me suspiciously and a little threateningly.

"Sorry. My name is Annabelle Keynes," I introduced myself, and just as I was about to continue, Dean cut me off,

"'Keynes'? As in Andrew Keynes?" he asked, and I nodded with a small smile.

"Who?" Sam asked, and Dean sighed, slightly annoyed, before looking at his brother.

"Andrew Keynes was dad's best friend and one of the best hunters in the world, Sammy," he explained to Sam as if he were a little kid.

"That's my Dad," I smiled, a little proud. "So I'm guessing you're both hunters, then,"

"Yeah," Dean nodded, although Sam looked a little distraught.

"And so are you, I'm assuming," he said, trying to shake whatever it was in his eyes off.

"Yes," I smiled.

"A beautiful girl and a skilled hunter; bad-ass," Dean commented, making me chuckle. Instead of the father, I found the sons.