AUTHOR'S NOTE: Brand new story. I'm back to the writing game finally. I have so many plans with this story. I really love feedback so if you all have any pointers on writing any better let me know I like advice. Hope you all enjoy. (I only own my characters, Jerrica O'Brian.) Please Enjoy!

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CH 1—Calling for Help

Taking deep breaths trying to calm her nerves as she clutched her coffee mug in her hand, the caffeine was probably an awful choice but she needed a pick me up. The night before was the last straw before she grabbed a bag and her most important things and high tailed it to the nearest motel. The place was sleazy with its puked on floral decor and once was beige shag carpets. Was like walking into a throw back of the 60-70's era. But it was better than being at home. Home, the house she grew up in, the house she took over when her parents died. Thank god it was paid off by then all she worried about was the upkeep bills.

Her mind was racing over the past week when her own personal hell began out of the blue. Things first started disappearing; she just figured she was misplacing things. Then there were the creeks and sounds of walking when knowing else were home but she like it usually was. She didn't have many friends or family left expect an estranged aunt that lived in Norwalk, Nebraska. They hadn't spoken since her parents' funeral ten years ago. That itself was barely a hello. She didn't know if she had the courage to ask her for help knowing how much she hated the supernatural and everything to do with it.

It was 2006 now, summer time in Cedar Falls, due to the long winter Iowa tends to have the trees seemed to take longer this year green again. The air felt like spring time considering it was mid may. The sun blazed through the diner windows warmed her skin instantly, not hard to do with Irish blood running through her veins.

She mentally fought with herself on what to do. She tried so hard to have normal, took every precaution necessary to keep the past out of her life, the one that she still blames for taking her parents. She knew what her father did for a living, well an unpaid living he was coming home from a hunt when the accident happened. It was the one time her mother went with him because he couldn't get a partner in time. She fished in her pocket and pulled out her cell. Scrolling through the numbers, she never understood why she kept it, but when she saw his name pull up she knew it was the only choice. Hitting the call button with a sigh she took a deep breath and waited.

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It's been a rough week at Bobby's. Sam and Dean have been staying with him since their father's death. Sam started talking more. He kept to himself mostly in Bobby's office going through all of their dad's information for any lead he had left them on Yellow eyes. Dean on the other hand, he woke up in the morning barely eat breakfast or at all if Bobby didn't force him, mostly after that he'd grab a beer and head out to the Impala and start working on that till dark and sometimes later. Bobby would watch the same routine over and over as Sam would watch his brother with concerned eyes.

Sam came into the kitchen just as Dean walked out the back the door. He watched leave shaking his head, "anything different?" Sam asked.

Bobby shook his head, "nope same old routine."

Sam turned to look out the window, "someone should talk to him this isn't healthy."

Bobby looked over at Sam and patted his shoulder, "he's just grieving as you are, give him time. It's only been a couple weeks." Sam sighed. Just then telephone rang.

Bobby walked over and grabbed his emergency phone line and frowned only a few people should have that number. Grabbing the phone off the hook he answered it, "Singer Salvage."

A soft female voice spoke up on the other line, "please tell me this Bobby Singer." She asked in a tired voice. He knew that tone very well. He heard it people that had no hope left in them.

"Who's asking?" Bobby asked calmly.

She sighed, "you don't know me but I think you know my father. He always told me to call you if it was the last resort. His name was Henry O'Brian." Bobby frowned even more he knew that name. Henry was a good friend of his, thick bright red curly hair, pale skin, tall and lanky, with an Irish accent to top it off. He always called him a misfit leprechaun. His wife was a beauty. Sarah O'Brian, a tiny woman compared to Henry who stood a good foot taller over her 5'2" form. But never underestimated her, she had a fiery a personality that put Henry's to shame. Which is why they seemed like the oddest couple but their differences balanced them out.

Sam stood across from Bobby watching as he talked on the phone. "I remember Henry," Bobby answered.

She sighed in relief then again her father was a hard person to forget. "As I said you don't know me, but my father always told me to call you the second a situation got out of my hands," she paused, "I don't know what to do any more." She added.

"Your father?" Bobby asked. "Wait your Henry's little girl?"

"Yes I am," she replied.

Bobby forgot all about Henry having a kid. That's why they were trying to get out of the hunting business, even bought a house and land in Iowa, mostly due to his wife's begging him for normal. Sarah didn't want her kids raised up in this life and he didn't blame her. He frowned even more because it brought him back to the memory of their death. He was supposed to go on that hunt but had one he was already in the middle of. He owed this girl big time. If he went maybe her parents would still be alive. He swallowed. "What can I help you with kid?" He asked ready for business.

Sam raised an eyebrow at Bobby's mood change he went from confused, to almost guilty looking before went straight to business. Once Bobby grabbed a piece of paper and pen, he began to jot down information. "You're still Iowa?" He asked when he looked over the address. "Nope I know exactly where you are been by a couple times to pick up info from your daddy. You were just a little thing then." Bobby replied. "Alright Jerrica I'll see what I can do and info I can muster up for you call me the second you need anything, you hear me now?"

She sighed on the other, "thank you so much Bobby, I have no clue what is going on everything has just started going crazy at home and last night I just couldn't take anymore. Things just started flying around by themselves."

Bobby frowned at that, "are still staying at the house?"

"No, I packed up last night and checked in at the Red Roof Inn down off the interstate," she answered.

Bobby ran a hand over his face, "good stay there I'm going to see if I can gather some help and head out. Sounds like you might have a poltergeist."

She raised her eyebrow at that, "how is that even possible. We've had this property for over 20 years and nothing happed before."

"Sweetheart sometimes it doesn't matter, pick up any trinkets lately at some yard sale or what not?" Bobby asked.

"No, Bobby I haven't," she replied.

Bobby sighed, "alright kiddo, sit tight, I'll be headed your way the second I get things situated here."

"Thanks again Bobby, you have no idea how much this means to me." She responded.

"Speak to you soon girlie," Bobby replied as he hung up the phone.

He rubbed a hand over his face and glanced back at the paper on the table before picking it up and slipping it into his pocket. He caught Sam looking at him with a curious look. "What was that all about Bobby," Sam asked curiously.

Looking back at Sam, he glanced out the window to see Dean working away on the Impala. Then back to Sam, "feel up for a hunt?"

Sam glanced out at Dean. There was so much tension here in this house a break would be nice. Nothing new showed up on John's information for the Yellow eyes at least anything he could understand out of his dad's military garb. He was still having trouble cracking his cell phone voicemails. Dean look more preoccupied with the Impala than seeking help from anyone or just freaking talking. Sam sighed he could use some time out of the house before he go crazy. Plus how could he say to helping someone in need, his dad would expect it. Looking back at Bobby he spoke up. "Where we headed?" Sam asked.

"Cedar Falls, Iowa." Bobby replied.

Sam nodded. "I'll go pack." Turning around he made his way upstairs.

Bobby smiled a little at that. Now they just had to worry about Dean. Something told him that he was going to be a little harder to convince with him so dead set on the Impala restoration. But then again maybe a break is what he needs right now.

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To be continued...