"Aww, well isn't that just adorable," someone whispered.

"Cute. Look, we've gotta wake her up and get her out."

"Who are you and what are you doing in my house?" the young girl, who was thought to be sleeping, rolled over to face the men with knife in hand.

"Whoa! We're from the, uh, Gas Company and you have a gas leak. You need to evacuate," the older, yet shorter, man said.

"What are your names?" the girl said as she got up from the bed and stood in front of the men. She looked about eighteen or nineteen and was shorter than either man.

"I'm, um, Joseph Kent and this is…Kevin O'Caren, now you need to leave," the same man said.

"Ha, so, where are your uniforms?"

"Um, well…"

"Yeah," the girl scoffed, "now, I know there isn't really a gas leak. What's going on…oh, tall one?"

"Uh…," the taller man, going by Kevin, looked at his partner, apparently Joseph.

"Tell her, I guess," he mouthed.

"Well, we hunt and kill bad things, like monsters and such."

"And such, hah hah," Joseph chuckled. Kevin glared at him and continued.

"There's one in your house and, we want you to leave."

"And you think I don't know that? Sheesh, what type of hunters are you?"

"Whaa? Wait, you know all about this stuff?"

"Yeah, in here is a poltergeist. Nasty sons of bitches, but I know how to take 'em. I've been doing it slowly so it doesn't understand, but I think it's caught up. I was gonna put the last bag in tomorrow afternoon. Well," Jenna looked at her clock, "this afternoon."

"I think it's caught up. Your parents are dying," 'Joseph' blandly said.

"What?! And you didn't think to mention this before? Move! And call 911 while you're at it. Hey…uh, Moose!—hammer the wall in the closet and put the pouch in, it's on the desk!" She ran out of the room and went to her parents. Their throats were cut but the wounds weren't deep. Jenna got water and cleaned around them and got back to the men.

"So what are your real names?"

"I'm Dean and this is my little brother, Sam," the oldest said.

"Dean."

"What? It's true!"

"Wait—Winchester?"

"Uh, how did you know that?"

"I've read the way you deal with some of your cases."

"How?"

"I know some people who know some people."

"So, what's your name?" Sam asked.

"Jenna. Jenna Auran." Lights flashed outside with sirens blaring. The paramedics rushed in through an open door held by Jenna. They took her parents and asked routine questions and left. The poltergeist was gone, but the boys weren't.

"I guess that was easy enough," Dean said.

"Yeah, for you," Jenna retorted.

"So, we'll be out of your house and gone. Bye," Sam promised.

"Wait. I've got my license, but I don't have enough money for a car and tomorrow I want to see my parents. I should tell them that I'll call my sisters and tell them to pick up the cats," Jenna explained.

"Um…okay, we'll drive you."

"You know, I didn't ask you to drive me. But, that's what I was going to ask," Jenna interrupted.

"Anyhow, how the hell did you get into this? You're only, what? Eighteen? And how do you know how to get rid of a poltergeist?"

"My birthday is in two weeks, thanks. And I was thirteen when my best friend was murdered by a ghost. I knew it wasn't human because I was on the phone with her when it happened. I dealt with it, so it won't hurt anyone else. What are you doing in this one horse town, anyway?

"We had some leads to your house. Uh, Sam had a headache."

"A headache?"

"Yeah, long story."

"Whatever. You might as well go now. Drive me to the hospital around 11 a.m. Bye," she said as they left.

It was eleven on a Saturday morning. Jenna had already called her sisters to tell them what happened. Jenna just heard a door slam outside and she walked out in jeans, a hoodie, a t-shirt, and boots.

"Hey. Thanks for taking me to see my parents," Jenna said as she walked up to Dean.

"Don't mention it," Sam said as he opened the door for Jenna. The car was a '67 Chevrolet Impala. They drove to the Vera Hospital and they all went in.

"Who are you here to see?" The woman at the desk asked.

"Mr. and Mrs. Auran," Jenna told her.

"And who are you?"

"I'm her daughter, Jenna, and these are my cousins, Nick and Matthew."

"Right this way," the woman led them to a room with two beds, each with a person in it.

"Hey, mom, dad. I called Kayla, Marie and Becky. They'll be here tomorrow to take the cats. I wrote a note for you when you wake up, it's on the table. Bye. I love you," Jenna said as she walked out to meet Dean and Sam.

"You sounded like you were saying good-bye for a long time," Sam said.

"I'm leaving. I wrote it in the note. I told myself that if I ever hunted twice, I would go for a while. I wanted to be a vet but I made myself a promise. I'm a hunter now."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. You're eighteen! You want to go to college, than do it," Dean told her

"Dean, let's talk," Sam dragged Dean off to the side. They had walked outside already and were in the parking lot.

"What?"

"I know you want best, for anyone, really I do, but she's young and knows what she wants, just let her."

"But—"

"She isn't you, Dean! Let her."

"Fine, but I don't like it."

"I don't care. Sorry about that Jenna!" Sam told her as they walked back up to her.

"It's cool."

"So, um, how long did it take you to hunt that ghost?" Sam asked.

"About two days. I was thirteen, though."

"Only two?!"

"Mm-hm. I just looked up the crap in the area, found out who it was, and burned her bones. Easy."

"Damn, you're smart."

"I'm in twelfth grade. My teachers said, when I was younger, I could go to college. But, I said I wanted to stay with my friends and graduate like a 'normal' kid."

"Even smarter than you, Sammy," Dean chuckled.

"Shut-up. So, do you have a ride?" Sam asked, changing the subject.

"No, but I just went to the bank and got two grand out. I'm all set for a while. I'll catch a bus."

"Not if you're gonna become a hunter. You need your own ride," Sam said.

"And I still don't have a car."

"You could come with us."

"Wait, Sam—"

"What, Dean? She's smart, and skilled."

"Yeah, so?"

"So, she's helpful."

"Yeah, Dean, I'm helpful," Jenna said as she winked and laughed.

"C'mon, Dean."

"Fine, but I don't like it."

"Don't have to," Jenna retorted. There was an awkward silence.

"Well, let's hit the road," Dean said after a few moments of just standing there.

"Kay. Let me just grab my things."

"Fine," Dean said gruffly. They drove Jenna back to her house and she packed what she needed. She only brought one thing that she really wanted: Her PSP.

"What the hell is this?" Dean asked

"Hmm? This? It's a PSP. I get bored, I'm a kid at heart. Deal with it."

"Okay, okay! No need for defense. Let's go now. Uh, Sam, I found a place in Ohio that has something going on. The usual, and not far. We could make it in eight hours."

"Okay. It's, what, one o'clock? Think we could eat first?"

"Yeah, I gotta get me some pie," Dean said as he got into his car. Jenna was already in the back. She brought her dad's shotgun, her pistol given to her by her sisters, her first knife, and her favorite blanket. Jenna brought clothes, a toothbrush and hairbrush, feminine products, her ipod, her phone, and her games and gaming system as well. I bring more to my cousin's when I stay there for a week than this, Jenna thought. They drove for a short time until they pulled up to a small restaurant.

"Take out, okay," Dean said to Sam and Jenna.

"Whatever." They walked inside and looked at the board. Jenna ordered first.

"Um, I'll have a Quarter Pounder without mustard. A medium pop and, uh, small fries. Oh, and a slice of apple pie, please. Thanks." The man at the counter gave Jenna her cup to fill and Sam went up next. Jenna got a Coke while Sam told the man what he'd like to eat.

"Just a salad and a water, thanks."

"I'll have what the lady ordered except I want medium fries," Dean ordered, "All to go."

"Will that complete your order?"

"Yeah."

"That'll be 23.39."

"Here's the ten for mine."

"Here's the 3.39 for my salad," Sam came right up behind Jenna. His hand brushed against her waist and Jenna blushed.

"And ten makes 23.39."

"Thank you. Your food will be ready in a few moments." The food was ready shortly and they left. They ate in the car. Jenna finished first.

"Whoa. I've never seen anyone eat like Dean. Ever. Especially a girl," Sam said, surprised.

"Thanks, I guess," Jenna said while wiping her mouth. Sam and Dean finished and Dean started the car.

"Ohio, eh? Well, I'm gonna listen to my ipod and try to sleep. Tap my leg if you need me because I'm not listening," Jenna said as she un-buckled her seat belt and lay on her side. She curled up and shivered while she turned on her ipod. Jenna took one ear bud out, "Hey, can I have a sweatshirt? I'm cold."

"Sure, you can have mine," Sam said taking off his zip-up, "and it's only two, so, why are you sleeping now?"

"So I can work at night. I'll go to sleep around four and will wake up at six or seven," Jenna said while putting on Sam's sweatshirt and her's for a pillow.

"Why would you go to bed so late?"

"Research. Just on the town or area to find what I'm dealing with. That's how I finish my jobs so quickly, the two that I've done. Well, I'm done talking so I'm going to listen to my music now," Jenna put her ear bud in. She put it on shuffle and relaxed.

"Hmm. She's kinda cute," Sam said thoughtfully.

"Really think so? I guess, but she's a pain in my ass," Dean said.

"Her birthday's in two weeks. Your birthdays are three weeks apart. You gonna get her something?"

"Ah, I don't know…we just met her,"

"Same here. But she is…awesome. It only took her two days to kill that ghost, and she was only thirteen!"

"Yeah. Dad couldn't even pull that off."

"Neither could we. We need someone with us like that. She might even be able to help us with all these demons running loose."

"Yeah, maybe. Jenna kind of reminds me of Ash. The smart, able to find anything Ash."

"Mm-hmm," Sam nodded his head, "She's young, too. She already wants to hunt."

"Too bad, huh? You were never like that, were ya, Sam?"

"Ow! Mmm!" Sam exclaimed and sighed. He rubbed the sides of his head and the bridge of his nose.

"What, what is it, Sammy? Another vision?" Dean asked frantically. Worry crossed his face.

"Yeah, I think so," Sam said and gasped. He saw a woman tied to a chair. A man had a knife stained with blood and the woman was cut up. He didn't get a chance to see her face, and he hardly saw the man's face."

"This is going to be so much fun," the man said. The vision flashed to a 'welcome' sign with the man in the car driving out of the town. The vision blacked out.

"Whoa, whoa! Sam, you all right?!"

"Fine. We have to go to Cobalt, Idaho."

"What? That's all the way across America!"

"I know, I know. But, we have to. It's important—I saw it in my vision."

"Ugh, it's going to be a long drive," Dean said as he stepped on the gas, "tell Jenna." Sam looked back at Jenna,

"She's asleep, Dean. I'm not waking her up. I'll tell her later."

"Fine," Dean turned the music up a bit and continued on driving.