Disclaimer: I don't own Superntaural nor Passions. Sadly I am but a broke college student. Jacksonville actually exists and no, we don't have Denny's and it is the most lame town in the history of the universe. There will be no romance because I can't do that. There will probably be lots of errors cause wrote this kinda late, sorry.

Jacksonville, North Carolina

The sound of plastic hitting the pavement echoed through her ears as she ran on the road. Laney didn't plan her night out quite like this. Unfortunately for her the powers decided that what she wanted was not good enough and as it happens she was currently being chased by . .something.

Which leads us to her present predicament; falling on the ground. The heel in her left stiletto broke off and she came crashing down. She cried out in pain and grabbed her ankle.

Her heart was beating so fast it felt like it would burst out of her chest. Her hands were shaking with fear and perspiration formed in all the appropriate places.

Gotta. Keep. Moving. Thing. Still. Out there. Laney mentally scolded herself.

Laney slowly stood up and began limping as fast as she could manage, sadly it was too late. A cold hand grabbed her harshly and pulled her back.

"No! Please let me go! Please?" Tears rolled down her pretty face. Her attacker shook their head.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. You should be honored, my dear. You're about to be part of something far greater than this measly existence you have created for yourself."

"W-what?" Her breathing became shallow and she felt light-headed. Laney began to stumble, she would have fallen down if she wasn't being held up.

"You're going to be my message." He let go and her world turned black.

Sleep was good. In fact, one would go as far and say it was a great thing. However, when you're sleeping in the back seat of your brother's car because you didn't trust him; not so much with the good.

This is exactly what Sam was doing; sleeping. This time he had his jacket over his head. He would not wake up with anything in his mouth this time. Nope, not going to happen.

What he didn't anticipate was that fact that it was possible to move the jacket and place a cold object on the back of his neck.

He abruptly woke up and began massaging his neck. What the hell? He turned around and leaned against the seat.

"I thought we had a truce. You promised no more pranks."

"Ahh come on man. I couldn't resist. Besides that was awake up call; not a prank. You wouldn't wake up and you kept making strange noises. Was it a naughty dream Sammy?"

Sam glared at his brother. " Shut up and drive." He closed his eyes and felt something hit him in the face and land in his lap. He opened his eyes and looked down. It was a newspaper. Last week's paper.

"What's this?" Curious, he began skimming through articles.

"A girl died last week. I think its our kind of thing."

"People die every day."

"Okay, she died from suffocation but there were no signs of her being strangled nor was she choking. And there are strange markings on her wrists."

"Okay so maybe it's a little weird."

"Little weird is enough for me."

5 hours later.

Davan Johanson was not having a good day. First, her funny little sister decided to put hydrogen peroxide in her shampoo. Second, she slipped in the shower and said shampoo fell and stained her favorite shirt.

Thirdly, her very humorous sister cancelled their motel reservations ten minutes after she checked in and now had to go back, re-book and pay even more money than she could afford. And the straw the that broke the camels back was just revealed to her. No vacancy.

What?

"What the hell do you mean, "no vacancy." I was just here, ten minutes ago! You said you have several rooms left! Now you don't? What possibly could have happened in ten minutes!" Davan slammed her hands down on the front desk.

The clerk smiled a nasty smile and responded with:

"There is a truck driver convention in town. Now, I can give you the name of another motel."

" Please, tell me you're kidding, ." He shook his head still smiling. Davan blinked a few times before continuing.

"Interesting, but the things is I do have a room, you see? But my silly little sister decided to cancel it. She was joking, and someone took her seriously and I want the room back. Its room 306."

"Hmm maybe there is something we could do. We would have to charge you twice what you initially paid, is that all right?"

Davan nodded annoyed. " Yeah, yeah. Just give me the keys and I'll be set."

"Uh ah ah. How long will you be staying with us?"

Davan wanted to break his waving finger, but bit her lip instead.

" One week."

"Thank you. Here you are."

"Whatever." She moved so fast she didn't see who she ran into. With the roll of her eyes she kept moving.

"Bitch." Dean mumbled as he went up in line.

Outside Davan was on her way to her room and went inside. Her younger sister was asleep and she tossed the keys on the dresser by the beds.

Davan walked to the closet, opened a brown bag and looked inside. She pulled out a crossbow, a knife and a shotgun. She placed the knife and shotgun back and loaded her crossbow.

"Please be let there be vampires." She whispered quietly.

That night

" I fail to see how this is investigating Laney's murder." Sam was really not in the mood for clubs. He wanted this job done.

" Well she was at one before the time of her death."

"And the fact that a ton of women will be there has nothing to do with it?"

"Well, there's that too."

"You go without me. I'll actually do something conductive with my time. Like, oh say, research?"

"Whatever."

Meanwhile room 306

"Don't "whatever" me Mona!"

"Davvy, do you really think that vamps will be in this lame-o town? I mean they don't even have a Denny's. Vampires would drink holy water laced with battery acid before they stepped foot in this town."

"I know it's a reaching idea but, come on. Something is killing people every fifteen years and nobody is doing anything to stop it."

"Which is why we're here, I get that. But vampires? No. You just go out and do whatever you're really doing. I'll stay here and do something less conductive, like say, research party? Without the party of course."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?"

Back to the Winchesters

"I'll be fine. I'll only be gone two hours okay?"

"You're coming back alone right Dean? Oh that's right, you usually do."

"Funny."

"All right, later then. I'm going to look up those markings."

"You do that." With that Dean left the building . .er room.

Room 306

"Hmm when I said I'd research, I hope she knew I was kidding." Mona grabbed the remote from her sister's bed and turned the TV on

" . . there still is no information of the death of Laney Thomas, a college student who was dead last week in the middle of a busy highway last Monday . While her cause of death is known, how it occurred is still in question and leaves doctors and the local police department baffled."

"Boring ." Mona pressed the channel button on the remote.

" . .Luis! You're alive! I thought you were deadfrom the explosion. I'm so sorry but I married another man, Chris. Oh I'm so confused! Luis, Chris!"

"Damn that Sheridan. First she marries Antonio and now this guy? Beth should have killed when she had her in the pit."

As Mona puts the remote down, the TV starts to make a strange noise, after a small explosion, the TV shuts down.

"Lame!" She jumps up on her feet. Perhaps I can harass that clerk? Ooh vending machine outside, feed self then annoy. Good plan.

Two minutes earlier.

" . . there still is no new information of the death of Laney Thomas, a college student who was dead last week, in the middle of a busy highway last Monday . While her cause of death is known, how it occurred is still in question and leaves doctors and the local police department baffled.

Others believe that is more to this story. Some think that this was murder. My fellow channel nine reporter, Sara Lewis took time to interview some of Laney's family. This is what one such member had to say."

An older man is shown on the TV, wiping his face, every two minutes or so.

"Laney was a great kid. She was so sweet and always helped others. There was a time when she hung out with a bad crowd. I'm sure they did this. Those sinners wanting revenge-"

The TV makes a strange noise and shuts off. Sam hits it in the side before giving up. Maybe I'll get some air.

"Okay mister vending machine, if you don't take my money you'll end up like your cousin at the rest stop. You don't want." Mona prepared her dollar and once again it was denied.

"You whore!" Mona kicked the vending machine.

"You know it's not normal to attack or threaten vending machines like that. Someone would think you have issues." Mona slowly turned to face the masculine voice form behind.

"I never said I didn't have any issues. That would be a lie." Mona held out her hand and Sam took it.

"Mona."

"Sam and I have some issues myself."

"Okay Sam, who has some issues himself, whatcha doing in a place like this?"

Sam didn't miss a beat and smiled. Lying was always easy for him and his family. You had to.

"Road trip. My brother and I are going around the country. We got tired and decided to stay the night. What about you Mona, who has issues herself?"

" Actually my sister and I are demon hunters who are hell-bent on revenge for our parents death and we're just passing through."

TBC