I walk downstairs of my small apartment in the middle of nowhere Nebraska, grabbing a beer to get over my hangover from Ellen's birthday party at The Roadhouse. She wasn't as fun as she used to be since Jo ran away, but after a couple of shots she was her old self again, laughing and singing and just having a damn good time. Of course she probably won't remember it but all the same it was a great night.

After grabbing some cereal I walk into my living room and look at the piles of research on the ghost family inhabiting a nearby park. I know it's too much to handle, so I call a old friend.

"Hey, Bobby, missed you at Ellen's party last night!"

"Hey, Jamie, sorry I couldn't make it, Sam and Dean are in town on a demon case, I swear I have no idea how these idijits make it on their own."

Sam and Dean, two names from the past, from when their dad used to go off to hunt, he left them with my dad and I. We used to play demons and hunters in my backyard. I smile a little at the memory; I had a huge crush on Dean to be honest, even though he was five years older.

"Last I heard, Sam ran off, I guess the past came to find him?" Everyone knows once you're a hunter, you can't go back.

"You could say that, anyway, what can I do for you Jamie?" he says, quickly changing the subject.

"I could use some help here with a family of ghosts. If you're up to it, Ellen is giving the hunter that gets rid of them free beer for a month." I say.

"I can't 'cause I have a hunt and I'm leaving in about a hour, I could send the boys out there, they just about finished with the case, they would probably love to help."

Just then I hear some deep, sexy voice in the back round, "You're not our agent Bobby, we can speak for ourselves." 'Geez if that's what their voice sounds like I cant even think about their looks.' I think to myself.

I giggled when I hear Bobby say a couple of muffled words like, ghost, family, my name, free beer and then heard a loud pair of voices in unison, "Were in!"

"Jamie, you still there?"

"Yep, I take it their coming?" I say

"We'll be there by ten or eleven, meet you at the Roadhouse?" I am surprised as I heard the voice of one of the boys.

"Sounds good," I say, hoping I sounded nonchalant when I was actually very excited.

I heard a sexy laugh, "See you then."

"Bye." And I hang up.