wow. do i love supernatural or what?! my first supernatural fic! full of lots of fighting, hunting, romance, and all your sam/dean needs. =] read and review! tell me what you think.
Chapter One: Brothers && Sisters
"Where are we going now?" complained Emmy Calhoun, tapping her hand impatiently on the dashboard of the '69 Chevy Camaro. She applied pressure to the wound on her shoulder with her good arm, only wincing slightly.
"Be nice to my baby," Aubrey Calhoun said easing the dark blue Camaro onto the highway. "We are heading out to Goldfield, Nevada."
"Any particular reason?"
"Could you refrain from being bitchy for at least five minutes?"
Emmy shook her dark red locks out of her face. The cool breeze felt good, she could no longer stand the muggy air of Mexico. "That would mean being nice. Aub I'm hungry. Those vamps back there were harder than I thought they would be."
"Yes, but we finished off the sons of bitches. They won't be sucking blood from any passerby's ever again."
"A job well done," Emmy sighed. "How are the ribs?"
"They are all bruised but I'll be fine," dismissed Aubrey with a wave of her hand. "I'm not going to let any ribs get in the way of a job."
"We should probably stop at some hospital and get them checked," she suggested but changed her mind as Aubrey gave her a glance. "Or I could let you hunt with broken ribs. Be my guest."
"They aren't broken," Aubrey pointed out. "I would be able to tell."
"Whatever."
"Since when do you care if we are hurt?" asked Aubrey. "You hate hospitals almost as much as I do."
Emmy rolled her eyes, and pulled out her laptop in attempt to rid herself of boredom. Aubrey tries to act all tough, like this stuff doesn't physically or mentally hurt her at all. Emmy sighed and checked her email, just in case her parents might have left them an email. No such luck there. It had been five years since Emmy and Aubrey last saw their mother. Their mother practically disowned them when Aubrey told her they would be following in their father's footsteps.
Their parents divorced when Emmy was eleven and Aubrey twelve. Their dad, Jeffery, moved to a little town forty minutes away. The sisters grew extremely close to him. Two years later, Jeffery introduced them to the family business; hunting. Hunting is the reason their mom ended her relationship with their dad.
It has been five years since they've seen or heard from their mother. From time to time they still get coordinates from their dad, but they rarely ever see him. The last time they saw Jeffery, he told them that he was leaving with an old friend to help him find something. That was three years ago. Ever since, they've tried to find him.
"Anything?" asked Aubrey, already knowing what she was doing.
"Nope, not a thing," sighed Emmy, "no new coordinates either. Do you think we will ever find him?"
"Eventually. But right now, we must focus on this thing we're supposed to be after. Dad sent those coordinates a little over a week ago, and he said that it was really important that we take them."
"Maybe he's going to be there," she said excitedly.
"Don't get your hopes up, Em. Maybe there's something there that will lead us to him," Aubrey said maneuvering her way around a broken down semi.
Four hours later, Aubrey pulled the Camaro into a dingy Motel 7 in Mesa, Arizona, right outside the city of Phoenix. "Let's crash here for tonight."
"I'll go and get us rooms," Emmy said jumping out of the car.
Hot air washed over her body as she stepped onto the pavement. The sky was darkening overhead, into a very deep red color.
Emmy remembering one of her favorite lines recited, "'A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night.'"
"You are such a Lord of the Rings nerd!" shouted Aubrey from the car.
Emmy laughed and strode into the Motel 7. On her way in, she crashed into a large object standing in her way.
"Excuse you," she snapped, picking herself up off the ground.
A hand found its way around her waist and helped her to her feet. Blackness replaced the light from the motel; she could hear the faint voice of the obstacle. There was no way to stop herself now, she was going under. Soon enough she crashed to the floor, completely deaf to the world.
A flash of heat, warmth, and flesh, moved over her body. The touch of a man ignited a fire in her stomach. His lips kissed her neck hungrily. Her hands became entangled in his hair. She felt the need to kiss him pull at her.
The scene changed. A man stood before her. "Are you coming Em?"
She heard her own voice. "Give me a break; I've only just punctured my kidneys."
Another scene flashed before her eyes.
A house, burning to the grounds. A little boy ran out of it with a baby in his arms. They stood off to the side as they watched their house burn down. A father appeared right before the house was engulfed in flames completely. The three huddled together and tried to soothe the sobbing baby. A flicker was seen from the upstairs window. A flash of blazing yellow eyes, and then it was gone.
"Are you okay?" the obstacle asked shaking her out of her vision.
"Uh, yeah," she said weakly, coming out of her vision. "I just blacked out there for a minute."
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his hazel eyes showed sincere worry.
"I promise thanks." Something was oddly familiar about the blueness of his eyes. Where had she seen them before?
"Sorry for hitting you."
"It's okay," she said trying to walk around him.
He put his arm out and stopped her. "I'm Dean by the way."
"Emmy," she said taking his hand. "Nice to meet you."
"I'll see you around," Dean said giving her a gorgeous, yet cocky smile.
Emmy rolled her amber eyes and continued into the motel. At the counter, she braced her body against the wood. The after affects of the vision were coming to her quicker than normal. Her heart beat quickened; she could barely hear the lady behind the counter ask her if she wanted to have a room. A body came up behind her. Another hand planted itself on her lower back to steady her. Her mind went black again. She readied herself for another vision.
Emmy came out of her vision within seconds. "Don't touch me, please."
Dean backed away from her slowly. "Alright, don't bite me."
"Oh, you only wish," she said weakly. "Can I have a room with two queen beds, please?"
"The names?" the lady asked.
"Emmy Sunray," she said thinking of the first thing that came to mind.
"Ok," she said, shuffling around. "Here are your keys. The number is 104. Have a good night."
"Looks like were room buddies," Dean said smugly.
"Looks like you need to update your pick-up lines," Emmy said sarcastically.
Emmy turned on her heel. Dean watched her dark hair swish against her shoulder blades. She looked ungodly sexy. His brother walked in the door right after her.
"What was that about, Dean?" Sam asked with a smirk on his face.
Dean glared at him. "Nothing."
Emmy sprinted back to the car. Something very weird had just happened, and she needed to tell Aubrey about it. There was something about that vision she did not like.
"Em, what's wrong?" Aubrey asked who was leaning against the car taking in the starry night sky.
Emmy stood by her with her hands against the car, breathing rapidly. "I just had a vision."
Aubrey straightened. "Good or bad?"
"I'm not sure yet. I normally don't have them about me, so it could be bad," she said breathlessly.
"Come on, let's get inside and you can tell me all about it," Aubrey said opening the trunk of her Camaro. She grabbed a duffle bag that conveniently covered all the weapons and supernatural shit they kept in the trunk. She threw a jacket at Emmy who hadn't noticed she was shaking violently. Aubrey was used to this affect of a vision on her sister. She hated that Emmy had the visions, not only was she partly jealous at the fact that Emmy had something supernatural about her, but she knew they exhausted Emmy. And she didn't like seeing Emmy look so weak and hopeless.
The two girls walked inside wordlessly. As they passed room 102, Emmy's whole body tensed up stiffly.
"You okay, Em?"
She nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Aubrey eyed her suspiciously. Something was definitely up. She opened the door with one quick swipe of the card. The room looked about as identical as the last one they had stayed at. She tossed their things onto the nearest bed. Emmy sat on the edge of the bed opposite of her.
"Tell me what happened," demanded Aubrey kneeling in front of her shaken sister.
She took a deep breath. "I walked inside to get the rooms, but I ran into someone walking through the door."
Aubrey had to cover up her snicker with a cough. "Who'd you run into?"
"Will you let me tell the damn story," snapped Emmy impatiently.
Aubrey held her hands up in defeat.
"So, I ran into someone, he tried to help me up, but a vision instantly struck me when he touched me."
"Weird, has that ever happened before?"
"Sometimes when I meet someone, I can see some things about them. But it's never happened when they touch me. When he touched me, I saw this house, burning in flames. There were two little kids running out of the house. One was holding the baby in his arms. They couldn't have been over six. Then, who I suppose was, their father came running out of the house right before the flames consumed the house. I looked up to the upstairs window just in time to see a flicker of yellow eyes, and then they were gone."
Aubrey sat there taking it all in. After a long pause she said, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Demon," the sisters said automatically.
"Not just any demon though," Aubrey advised. "The Demon, yellow-eyes."
Emmy nodded.
"Was there anything else in your vision?"
Emmy's face remained still, but her head was spinning. The pictures played in her head. She had been kissing that guy, and she knew him from somewhere. It had all felt so familiar to her. "No, nothing else." So why wasn't she telling Aubrey about it?
"Are you sure?" questioned Aubrey.
Emmy nodded. "I'm sure."
"Well, was the guy hot that you ran into?" she asked moving off the floor.
"Oh, shut up."
"He was!"
"Oh fine, he was," Emmy sighed. "I think I've met him or seen him somewhere before."
"Hm, that's weird. Where do you know him from?" questioned Aubrey.
"I'm not sure."
"Do you have a name? Maybe we could research something on him."
"His name's Dean. That's all I got."
Aubrey dug into her duffle bag and pulled out a tattered laptop. "That's not enough to look up stuff about him."
"I could ask the lady at the desk for his name. He checked in right before I did."
"I'll go do it," Aubrey suggested. "You, need to shower and rest."
"Aye Aye Mother!" exclaimed Emmy. She clambered out of the bed and grabbed some wrinkled clothes from the duffle bag.
Inside the bathroom, Emmy started the water and stripped out of her tired clothes. She let the warm water soothe her aching muscles. After any vision, extreme tiredness followed.
Aubrey walked back to the counter at the front of the little motel. The old lady behind it looked rather grumpy. Excellent, she thought to herself.
"Excuse me," Aubrey said politely.
The lady looked up from her magazine with a smile plastered to her face.
"Could you please tell me who is in room 102, they are the room next to us and I want to tell them their TV is up a little loud," she said hopefully.
The lady looked at her with an unreadable expression. Aubrey's little act probably didn't faze her. "Is that the only reason you want to see those boys?" the old lady's eyes crinkled.
"What do you mean?" Aubrey asked innocently, but had no idea where this was going.
"I've seen those boys. I know I'm old, but I know a pretty thing when I see it," she said.
"Oh, I know," Aubrey lied. "Okay, I lied. I really just want to talk to them. But I like knowing their names before hand."
"I'll give you their names, but I don't do this often. So don't go around telling people," she said flipping through a book on her desk. "Dean Mustaine and Sam Hammett."
"Thank you so much," Aubrey said, walking away from the desk.
"I think you'd do well with the taller one," the lady said with a smile.
Aubrey smiled back awkwardly at the lady. "Oh okay. Thank you again."
Back in the room, Aubrey waited for Emmy to finish. The door opened to the bathroom with steam billowing out around her.
"Did you get anything?" she asked rubbing a towel through her wet dark hair.
"Yes I did," Aubrey said smiling. "I am a master at tricking people."
"What are their names?" asked Emmy.
"Dean Mustaine and Sam Hammett," Aubrey said with a smirk, "and these boys are good tricksters too."
"Why do those names sound so familiar?"
"Metallica."
"Oh those slick little boys."
"So, apparently they don't want people to know their real identities. This could be interesting."
"There's many reasons why they wouldn't want people to know," Emmy started.
"Maybe they are felons on the run," Aubrey suggested.
"Maybe they are prostitutes."
"Maybe they are cross dressers."
"Okay this could go on forever. Let's figure this out in the morning, I'm tired."
"Good idea."
"Don't give me that look Sammy," Dean said as he threw himself onto the uncomfortable bed.
Sam gave him a weary smile. "You've gone soft."
"I have not gone soft," he argued.
"You have."
"No I haven't! She was having a vision."
Sam's eyes clouded over in confusion. "How do you know?"
"I've seen you have way too many."
Sam walked around the room his expression unreadable. Dean watched him pace the room, sighing deeply.
"Do you think she's one of us?" asked Sam taking a seat at the little desk.
Dean sighed again. "I don't know. Usually I can tell when they are. But she was a small, scrawny girl that looks like she doesn't know what the hell a ghost would even be. But when she went into her vision, she knew how to handle it. She's obviously been having them for awhile."
Sam nodded. "We're going to need to find her and talk to her."
"Why?" Dean asked gruffly.
"If she's having visions, then she might be a hunter. Or we could help her."
"Why?" complained Dean. "She yelled at me and told me to stay away from her."
Sam snorted. "And has that ever stopped you before?"
"Shut up Sammy," he grunted. "I'm tired. Plus, for some reason, this girl reminded me of someone."
"Whatever. I'm going to bed."
The next morning, Sam woke at sunrise. The alarm clock beeped annoyingly next to his head. Sam slapped his hand at the alarm clock. The beeping ceased. The lifeless body in the next bed kept on snoring as he moved about the room. Sam stretched his arms above his head. His muscles ached. He pulled a dark gray, worn hoodie out of the duffle bag and tugged it over his head. The light in the hallway hit his eyes causing him to wince in pain. He ducked outside, darkness lay across the sky. A slight sliver of sunlight could be seen in the horizon. He took note that the sky was a beautiful deep red color. He always found sunrises fascinating. Sam pulled his iPod out of his pocket, and placed the earphones in his ears. The swell of music filled his ears as he began his jog.
Ever since the day that Dean showed up on his doorstep at Stanford, Sam's life had been completely flipped upside down. Looking at the trees and houses, as he passed, made him wonder what his life would have been like if Dean never came to him for help. Jessica might not have died. They would still be together, about ready to get married. They would live in one of those white houses with the picket fence out front. That's what Sam had pictured his life to be in a couple years. Then, it all changed.
Adrenaline pulsed through Sam's veins. The light wind nipped at his unkempt hair. Running was the only way for him to escape. When he ran, nothing else mattered. It was him and the open roads that lay ahead. His hood flapped over his head from the gusts of wind, which seemed to be picking up pace. At the top of a hill, he paused to take the scene in around him. The city below was still sleeping. Some lights scattered through the houses. A couple of birds were chirping in a nearby tree. Cars roamed the roads with people heading to work, without a care in the world. With that, Sam sighed. He turned his back on the city and ran. At that moment, he turned his back on the life he had known. Now, he was solely a hunter. No more college boy. Those days were over.
Sam jogged through a local park. The dirt path wound through thick oak trees, around a small pond, and passed a garden of bright blue flowers. He admired the little run down playground a yard away. There was one swing and a slide, very plentiful. The wood chipped off the sides of the equipment. He continued running through the park, enjoying the way it made his muscles feel. He noticed another runner ahead of him. From what he could tell, it was a girl. Her long black hair flowed behind her in a ponytail. She had on a form fitting runner shirt on with a pair of spandex running shorts. She took long and elegant strides. Sam could tell that she was an athlete.
Curiosity over took him. He picked up his pace and closed in on her. Up close she looked even more beautiful than he imagined. She had a small nose scattered with dark freckles. The most intriguing part of her was her bright lime green eyes. Not your normal emerald green but lime green. They stared him down as if he was a suspect in a crime. They were piercing and beautiful all at the same time.
"Hey," she greeted happily.
"Hi," said Sam almost shyly.
"It's nice to see another dedicated runner out this early."
"I'm not that dedicated, just trying to run off some excess energy before we hit the road again."
"Where are you headed?"
"Juarez, a little town on the border of Mexico."
"Really, my sister and I just coming back from there," she said surprised.
"Oh really, how was it?" Sam asked.
"You know, just as exhilarating as ever," she said sarcastically. "Well, you have fun with whatever you're going to do in Mexico."
"Thanks. Nice meeting you, but I'm going this way," he said jogging to the right slightly.
"You too. I'm Aubrey, I'll see you," she said smiling, showing a fantastic line of white teeth.
"I'm Sam," he said extending his hand.
They shook and departed ways, each leaving with a similar smile on their face. Sam jogged into the motel parking lot ten minutes later. He stopped the music on his iPod and entered the room. Dean's form was visible from under the crumbled covers.
"Where have you been man?" he asked curtly, bringing the covers above his head.
"Went out for a jog."
"What time is it?"
"8," Sam said tossing his hoodie onto the other bed.
"Are you kidding me?" grumbled Dean.
"Come on, we've got to get going," he said piling things into the duffle bag.
"Sammy its 8," Dean said again.
"Dean, we need to go." Sometimes Sam felt like he was babysitting a four year old. Dean can be such a baby.
"Give me a minute," groaned Dean. He moved the covers off of his body and stretched out his muscles. He pulled a clean Metallica t-shirt over his head. "I'm ready, happy bitch?"
"Jerk," muttered Sam, grabbing the duffle bag. "Do you think we should stop by those girls room just to make sure everything is okay?"
Dean rubbed his hands over his face and grumbled, "Sammy, they are fine. We can see if they are there, but that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with them."
Sam rolled his green brown eyes at his brother. "Let's just knock on their door and see."
Sam raised his hand and rapped gently at the door. After a couple of minutes of waiting, no one answered the door.
"Maybe they left Sammy," Dean yawned. He was clearly uninterested in seeing if the girls were there.
Sam looked at the door, almost sensing that something wasn't right. "Whatever. Let's get out of here."
The two brothers threw their bags into the trunk of the Impala. Dean turned his key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot. For the next hour, Sam searched his computer for odd things happening in Juarez.
"Find anything?" Dean wondered as he sped passed a slow moving mini van.
"Well, for the passed two weeks, there have been about ten deaths. People have been sucked free of their blood."
"Vamps," Dean said instantly.
"But there haven't been any new articles about new deaths for three days."
"Hm, weird."
"Maybe the vampires just left."
Dean looked at Sam oddly. "Do vampires ever just get up and leave?"
"No," Sam said quickly, "but it's weird. I ran into someone today when I was running."
"You ran into someone!?" Dean exclaimed laughing. "Dude, you have the worst sight ever. How do you run into someone while running?"
"I didn't mean literally! I met someone, and she said she was just coming back from Juarez."
Sam glanced at Dean for some sort of reaction out of him.
"Does that not sound odd at all to you?"
Dean shook his head. "Nope."
Just then, Sam's phone dinged. A text message.
"37, -117. Urgent."
"Coordinates," muttered Dean.
Sam removed a well worn atlas from his bag. He opened the atlas to the index and search for the coordinates.
"Where are they to?" Dean asked a couple minutes later.
"Goldfield, Nevada," Sam said staring at the map oddly.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Dean. "Let's hit Vegas!"
Sam gave his older brother a look.
"What?!" Dean asked innocently.
"It says 'Urgent.'. So no pit stops."
"Damn," cursed Dean. "We are allowed to have fun once in a while Sammy."
"It's urgent Dean," Sam said firmly.
Dean pulled a face at him. "Whatever." He stopped in the middle of the road, reversed, and sped off into the opposite direction.
"Are we just going to forget about Juarez?"
"Yep," Dean said shortly. "You think this is so much more important."
"Dean, I didn't say that."
"Yeah, well it sounded like you meant that."
"Why are you mad at me?" Sam asked with a face full of confusion.
"Nothing."
"Ever since you ran into that girl, you're so irritable. What's wrong with you?"
"Can you not go all Oprah on me?"
"Well, I can tell there's something wrong with you."
Dean shook his head and remained silent for a couple minutes. The only thing heard was the screaming of some Metallica song in the backround. He let out a long sigh. "It's just that, that girl back there. I know her. Or I knew her, I don't know. But she is so familiar, and I don't know how I know her. It's just bothering me."
The younger brother glanced at him with worried eyes. Dean never let anything get to him, especially a girl. "Maybe, you went to school with her."
"Sammy, do you think I actually paid attention during school?" asked Dean pointedly.
Sam shrugged. "You could have helped her out on a hunt or something."
"No," he shook his head again, "I would remember something like that."
"Come on, think," said Sam acting as if he were a psychiatrist.
"Will you stop going all Oprah on me, please? It's rather frightening."
Sam rolled his green brown eyes. "Fine, I'll stop. But, Dean, you gotta tell me when something is bothering you. That's what I'm here for."
Dean ignored him and proceeded to turn up the radio. The Motel they slept at the night before flew passed as Dean sped through Mesa.
"How long does it take to get there?"
"About 9 and a half hour."
"We'll get there in 8," he said upping the speed on the Impala. Sam searched the internet for anything about Goldfield, Nevada. Most of the searches came back about it being a ghost town. One website said that they were going to try and renovate the town and turn it back into a prospering town. Another site stated that someone was going to demolish the whole town in a couple months.
"Anything interesting?" asked Dean after two hours of driving. He had pulled over on the highway to take a break and check out the map. Sam laid the lap top on the hood of the Impala. He clicked away at the keyboard.
"Until recently Goldfield, Nevada had been a ghost town," Sam read from the screen. "A year ago, construction workers began refurbishing the town's buildings. The biggest one of all, The Goldfield Hotel, took the longest to redo. Apparently there were a couple deaths while rebuilding the Hotel."
"Anything that looks remotely out of ordinary?" wondered Dean.
"Some guy fell from a ladder in the lobby."
"What's weird about that?"
"His head was found twenty feet from him," Sam said reading the site. "Another guy was found in a bedroom, chopped up into millions of pieces. Others have gone missing."
"So, that's weird. How was the Hotel when it was in business?"
"Just a normal hotel, until a couple years before it shut down. Rumor has it there are numerous spirits that haunt the once prosperous Hotel."
"Lovely," said Dean, "it should be a piece of cake."
The boys arrived in Goldfield, Nevada, true to his word, eight hours later. They decided to stay in a small motel on the outskirts of the town. They would start their investigation in the morning.