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Author's note: My first whack at a Supernatural fanfic so please...be gentle with me! All reviews appreciated and taken on board!

Psiren

Bubblegum Thai

Chapter One

BANG
The duo were shocked back into reality to see the disintegrating particles of where the spirit had been. It was gone for now, but they knew it would back. As the dust cleared, a figure loomed in the doorway wielding a shot gun,
"Are you two okay?" Called a female voice,
"Who the hell?" Dean asked Sam through gritted teeth,
"We're fine..." Sam breathed, catching his breath still, "We're okay." He repeated,
"What're you guys doing in here? Can't you see it's condemned? You stupid little boys! Get out of here before that thing comes back!"
"Little boys?!" Dean snapped, standing up and staggering towards her, snatching the shot gun away, "Give me that. You don't know what you're doing." He sneered,
"Yes," She started, snatching the gun back again, "I do." She insisted, "That was a spirit, a particularly angry one at that. I don't know what you did to aggravate it, but it's fairly pissed."
"I know what it was." Dean growled, "We're hunting it!"
"You're hunters?" She asked, "
"Yes!"
"..." She stared at them in silence for a few seconds, chewing on her bottom lip, "Me too."
"A girl?" He snorted, looking her up and down. She was a slimish girl with shoulder-length curly auburn hair and wide dark blue eyes. She wore a black camisole, tight indigo jeans and black strappy and sparkly shoes. Up her right warm, beginning from the wrist until the elbow was a tattoo half-sleeve, "Listen, this isn't like your high-school party Ouija boards and séances, this is the real deal!"
"I'm well aware of that. I'm not an idiot, and I'm not a high school student, I'm twenty-one."
"Guys...we need to get out of here before it returns." Sam intervened,
"Right!"

- - -

"THAT'S your car?" She asked sceptically as they reached the bottom of the hill to see the Impala sitting inside of the rickety gates,
"Yeah." Dean answered defensively, "What's wrong with her?"
"Her?" She snorted, "Don't you think it's a bit inconspicuous."
"It does the job." Dean muttered, turning his back on her as he trudged to the boot of the car,
"What's your name?" Sam asked as he followed his brother,
"Lola. My name's Lola Griffyn."
"Nice to meet you Lola, I'm Sam and this is Dean."
"Pleasure." Dean muttered from beneath the lid of the car boot,
"Sam and Dean?" Lola asked, frowning, "Winchester?"
Both boys stopped what they were doing and looked at her,
"Yeah...how did you…?"
"I knew your father. I'm sorry."
"Didn't everybody." Dean remarked as he stormed to the driver's side door, sliding into the seat and slamming it shut. Sam and Lola cringed at the loud bang,
"Well, I guess there's nothing more we can do here."
"I guess the next step is to find where the body's buried and salt and burn the bones."
"Nuh uh. I already checked, cremated."
"Great."
BEEP! BEEP!
Dean pressed on the horn impatiently, staring into the rear-view mirror at his brother as he loitered outside of the car with Lola,
"Awh, he's a happy one!" She observed sarcastically,
"Yeah...I think you bruised his pride..."
"I love the grumpy ones!" She grinned, lowering her voice to a whisper. Sam chuckled,
"You'd have to really love them to put up with Dean."
She smiled, gently placing her hand on his shoulder,
"I guess I'll see you around." She smiled, turning and heading towards the gates.
"Thanks again."
"No problem!"
Sam waved slightly before turning and joining his brother in the car. As he sat, Dean started up the engine,
"Dude," Sam began, "You're so rude."
"What?!"
"You could've shown a bit more appreciation. She did kinda save our butts!"
"Pfft!" Dean rolled his eyes, "She did not. We would've got ourselves out of that sooner or later. It would've been fine!"
Now Sam rolled his eyes,
"I dunno Dean..." He began, "It seems like Dad made a lot of enemies before he died...and now we're not on good terms with Ellen and Jo, y'know? Maybe we need someone to back us up?"
Dean huffed, putting his car into reverse,
"So what? You wanna make her our buddy?"
"It'd be nice to have someone else's help, who knows what they're doing. We never have another hunter to work with! You never know, maybe she can give us some new information."
Dean stared out of the windshield, his hand firmly on the steering wheel. With a loud screech of the tyres, he pulled out of the church's gates and along down the lane it sat upon. A few metres down they saw Lola retreating to her own vehicle, a large black Chevrolet pick-up truck. She was fiddling around under the truck-bed cover which was of hard silver-coloured fibre glass. Dean slowed the Impala down alongside of her, its classic engine rumbling as it always did,
"Hey." He called across Sam and out of the passenger window,
"Hey," Lola smiled as she looked up from rustling around in the back of her truck, "what's up?"
"Just wondering if you were headed anywhere special? Perhaps we could, uhm..." Dean trailed off, "Brain...storm...?"
Lola arched a slender eyebrow,
"Brainstorm?"
"We figured maybe we could help each other out?"
Lola tilted her head to one side,
"Sure. That could work."
"Hop in. We're staying in some crappy motel about five miles down."
"I'll follow." She said, holding up her keys, "I would never leave my baby alone over night."
"Fair enough." Dean mused, nodding his head gently, "Let's get going."
Lola nodded and walked around into the cabin, starting up the engine as Dean and Sam pulled off ahead of her, Sam turned to Dean with a smirk,
"Brainstorm?"
"Yeah...what about it?" Dean remarked defensively,
"Dude...you so wanna hit that."
"No way!" Dean scoffed,
"You so do!" Sam laughed softly, "You headed anywhere special?" Sam mocked in a deep voice, "Man...you must be over Jo."
Dean remained silent, focussing on the road ahead.

- - -

"Credit card fraud?" She asked, raising an eyebrow, "Classy."
"In this business," Dean began knowledgably, "it's a little difficult to maintain a job, y'know?"
Sam turned his face away from his brother as the elder of the two smirked proudly at the proving of his point. Lola rolled her eyes,
"I haven't quite lowered myself to criminality just yet."
"Oh? And how do you manage that? Does Daddy pay for all your rock salt and lighter fluid?"
"No..." Lola mused as she strained her neck around to look for something, "My Father's dead." She continued on, the vacancy still in her voice,
"What ARE you looking for?" Dean huffed,
"Do you have a laptop?"
"Yeah..." Sam answered, standing to go and find his laptop,
"With internet?"
"Yep!"
"Awesome!" She grinned, "I'll show you that there are other ways than applying for credit cards using the names Lopez and Chang."
"Heeeey!" Dean drawled, "THAT was years ago!"
"Oh my God..." She breathed, shaking her head as she tapped away at the keys of Sam's laptop, "There we go." She said triumphantly, spinning the laptop on the table top so that the two boys could see what she'd found.
Simultaneously, both boys' eyes bulged and their heads tilted to the left at a forty-five degree angle. Sam blinked quickly and looked away,
"Uh..." He mumbled awkwardly, looking around the room, anywhere but at the screen. Dean, however, being slightly less of the moral one of the two, gaped in awe, "That's...uh..." Sam struggled,
"A very effective way to fund my real job." She said smugly, "In fact, it pays for just about everything. I do a shoot every couple of months, it goes up on here and within a few days I've got several hundred dollars sitting in the bank."
"And you think showing your boobs is better than faking credit cards?" Dean scoffed,
"Show me where you see a breast. Go on!" She snapped, "I have some decency y'know! I also do some drumming, down in a club in L.A. It's not much, but when I find myself on the East Coast they always need someone!"
"Doesn't that get in the way of hunting?" Sam asked.
Lola shook her head,
"Not when you've been doing it as long as I have."
"Twenty Three years." Dean said dryly, "A LOT longer than you."
"Then you'll have ten times as many connections as I do then WHICH means you'll understand that no matter where you go in the country, there's always someone to help out, whether it's with a hunt, or, to take a few professional-looking photos."
"Actually," Sam began with a cringe, "We don't have that many connections. Our Father kept a lot of that to himself."
"Your hunter friends take these pictures for you?" Dean asked, "Damn..."
Sam turned to his brother with clenched teeth,
"Will you please concentrate?!"

To be continued...