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3RD POV

You know that chick that used to dance a lot?
Every night she be on the floor shakin' what She got
Man I tell ya she was cool she was red hot
I mean she was steamin'

And that time over at Johnny's place
Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face
Man, we just fell about the place
If that chick don't wanna know forget her

"What is that noise?"

"Sammy, if you dare insult Thin Lizzy I will hit you." Dean glared at his younger brother. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Not the music, that beeping noise?" Dean turned the music down and heard the beeping, he realized it was coming from the glove box.

"It's one of the phones. Get it out." Sam reached in and pulled out a phone from the very back. Neither of the brothers recognized the phone.

"One of Dads?"

"I guess so, answer it." Just as Dean uttered those words the beeping stopped. "Shit, who was it?" Sam opened the phone and saw the name flash on the screen.

"Fell. Do you remember someone Dad called Fell?" Dean shook his head, no memories reaching Deans mind. A couple of seconds later the phone beeped again. Sam saw the voicemail icon coming up on the screen. "Should I see what it is?"

"No Sammy, just let whomever is calling Dad possibly die. Of course you answer it."

"Hey John, It's Fell. I know I haven't seen you in years and that I shouldn't call this number unless I absolutely have to, but Neil is missing. And now some English guy is showing up at work. Call me when you get this. I'm in Black Water Ridge, Colorado." Dean looked over at Sam.

"I guess we are going to Colorado."

TWO DAYS LATER

FPOV

"Bye Fell!" The young girl walked away from the book store and walked in the opposite direction of her friends.

"Well hello again Fell. What a lovely day it is, how are you?" Fell rolled her eyes and ignored the English man who had been following her around for weeks. "Aren't you being a bit rude? Ignoring me today I see." She continued walking. He would eventually give up and leave me alone. I heard a rumble from down and road and turned her head to see if it was who she had been waiting for. I sighed internally when the plates were wrong and the man behind the steering wheel looked too young to be John. She looked towards the Englishman to notice he was gone, and the car drove right by her. After five minutes of walking she eventually got home. Pushing the door open and turning on her iPod dock, she dropped her bag and collapsed onto the couch. The sound of Mick Jagger played throughout her house, when she heard knocking on the front door. Fell knew she had to answer the door because the music was giving her away. The knocking continued, getting louder by the second.

"I'm coming, calm down." She pulled the door open and saw two tall men standing in front of her. "How can I help you today gentlemen?"

"I am agent Plant and this is agent Roth. We are with the F.B.I can you tell us anything about Neil Chambers?" The taller one asked. I rolled my eyes at the names, I'm not an idiot. Her father used the same con these two did.

"He's my father. Why would the F.B.I be looking for him?" They glanced at each other before requesting if they could come inside. I lead them into the living room. "Sorry about the music, I know it's not everyone's cup of tea." Fell decided to hide the fact that she knew they were lying until she could figure out what was going on. She shut off the docking station and sat down on the couch, pulling her legs underneath her.

"When was the last time you heard from your father?"

"Why?" Her father always taught her to not trust anyone she didn't know as family. These two were defiantly not family.

"He is believed to be linked to the death of over 10 men and women across the country. Now, when was the last time you heard from your father?"

"Three weeks ago." A fluttering sound came from in front me, I grabbed the blade from my boot and pulled the creature towards me, the knife pressed to its neck. "What are you and why are you here?" The creature wore a long trench coat, he never reached for a weapon.

"Dean why is someone pushing a blade to my neck?' The boys looked confused, probably wondering how a girl my size could know about the evil in the world.

"I'm only gonna say this once more, what are you and why are you here?" I pushed the blade closer to its neck. "Don't make me break your meat suit." I heard laughing and turned to look at the boys and noticed the shorter of the two was laughing. "What's so funny?"

"You have an angel in a headlock. Cas why don't you just poof away?" Angel? Not possible.

"Angels don't exist and if they did, they sure as hell don't give a rat's ass about any humans." Suddenly the creature was out of my arms and next to the boys. It can't be a demon, I was standing over a trap.

"We do care about you. Especially you Felicity Chambers. You are special. I came here to tell you that you need to find your father, he is somewhere that the angels cannot reach him. Go as fast as you can, but look out for Crowley. He is trouble." With those last three words he was gone.

"God damn it Cas." The taller one sat down again. "What now Dean?" I put my blade into my boot again and sat down, keeping an eye on the men on the couch.

"Now, you tell me why I had an angel in my living room." They looked up at me as if they remembered I was here.

"That was the angel Castiel, he is a friend. Now the bigger mystery is who are you, and how do you know John."

"John who. It's a very common name you know. There are at least 5 Johns per suburb. Be more specific." I smirked at them both.

"The John you called, Winchester. How do you know him?" How do these two know John?

"He's an uncle. How do you know him?"

"We are his sons. What do you mean 'an uncle', Dad was an only child." I rolled my eyes.

"Neil was his best friend in high school, he was Neil's best man at his wedding. He came over once a month to convince dad to hunt again but ended up teaching me the tricks of the trade. I am guessing the two of you are hunters as well."

"How did you know?"

"The names. Plant and Roth, really? You hear me listening to Sympathy for the Devil and you didn't think I would know you were lying. By the way giant, he should be Plant. He seems to suit it more."