Chapter 1

Left at this intersection. They had been driving for ages down the dark desolate road since leaving Kremlin. A right at the next. Suddenly an aged house became visible in the Impalas high beams. The house itself gave no light of its own.

The Car rolled into the driveway cautiously. Rising out of the Impala, the boys approached the house. Dean was the first to the door, and rapped the brass door knocker. A beat. Followed by the door swinging open violently revealing a girl in her pajamas, holding a shotgun to their faces.

"Whoa, Ky. We come in peace." Dean said as he ducked away from the gun.

"Explain that then." She motioned toward the weighted lump in his jacket. "What business do you have here?"

"A precaution," Sam chimed in, "We were doing a job in Kremlin. Though we'd stop by and see you guys."

"Unlikely," she said under her breath. There was something else; Kylie could tell that just by looking at them. Who they were was another story entirely. She had been standing there the entire time trying to figure that out. They seemed somewhat familiar and it was obvious that the two knew her, possibly her family…

"Dean?...Sam?" Kylie said aloud to test her theory.

"Bout time. I was starting to think we'd be out here all night," Dean said, confirming her suspicion.

Kylie rolled her eyes and lowered her shotgun, relaxing slightly, "And what makes you think your coming in?"

"We were kinda hopin'to stay for the night."

She looked from Sam to Dean and massaged her temples lightly." I guess."

Kylie ushered the boys in and closed the door behind them.

"So how's Jack doing? On a job?"

"Dead," She said solemnly and left it at that. Before going up the stairs, Kylie mumbled, " Well, I'm going to bed. The guest rooms are upstairs and to the right."

"What's with her?" Dean asked his brother once Kylie was out of earshot. Sam shrugged. It had been a decade since he had seen the hunter, so it was to hard for him to tell. The only possible explanation that Sam could come up with was that it was late and suggested that they go to bed as well. Dean wasn't convinced but agreed with Sam and left the conversation for another time. Sam turned to go up the stairs, and Dean started to follow but in the corner of his eye noticed that the salt line in front of the door had been messed up in the commotion. After a quick fix, Dean resumed following his brother up the stairs.

~*~*~*~

Kylie woke up early the next day to fix breakfast. Her hostess instincts were in overdrive as people rarely came by nowadays. No sooner had Kylie laid bacon in the fryer, did Sam trudge into the kitchen, half asleep and apparently hungry.

"Good morning," Kylie greeted Sam, "Dean still out?"

"Yeah, you'd think he'd never seen a bed before."

Kylie snickered in amusement. Sam took a seat at the table, and took a sudden interest in the tablecloth. He found her drastic change in countenance from the night before was odd, but dismissed it as the result of a good night's sleep. It wasn't before long that the klink of china snapped Sam from his reverie.

After seeing that Sam was content, Kylie perched on a clear spot on the counter and started on her own meal. The two ate in silence.

"I was wrapped pretty tight last night," Kylie began apologetically, "It's anniversary of my dad's death, tomorrow. It's kept me up at night for weeks now. Then you two showed up, as if I wasn't stressed out enough."

"Sorry about that. We got a lead about a demon in the area and thought we'd check to see if Jack was already on the case but…" He trailed off, seeing that is was ill-advised to continue to drag out such a sore subject.

"Well, I can help just as well as he could," Kylie said with a sigh. As she jumped off the counter, the clock caught her eye telling her that it was well past due for her to leave. In a sudden panic, Kylie attempted to straighten up her mess, but quickly gave up. That would have to be done later. "But not now. There's food on the counter for Dean when he wakes up. Your welcome to anything you may need. Am I forgetting anything? Oh yeah, lock up when you guys leave."

Kylie scooped up a bag near the doorway and left Sam with a wave. Minutes later, Dean made an appearance, apparently waken by the slam of the door as Kylie had gone.

"Where'd she go?" Dean asked.

"Dunno, she didn't say. But she left breakfast." Sam said motioning toward the counter.

Dean's eyes lit up at the sight of the food. After shoveling half his portion down his throat began, "So Ky seem any different today?"

"She was in much better mood, but I don't think it's significant. Apparently she hadn't had much sleep lately " Sam answered.

"Well you know what her mom told me. I say we check out some of her friends. See if they've noticed anything strange or whatever. If not then hey we got free room and board out of the deal." Dean said as he downed the rest of his meal.

Sam rolled his eyes at Deans antics and asked, "So where do we start?"

"I'm glad you asked." Dean proudly smiled ear to ear as he revealed a small address book.

"You realize she'll kill you, right?"

"We can deal with later."