DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL

Part One

About A Girl

Vickery, OH, 1:26 AM

It was a dead, silent night and the only noise to be heard was from a black 1965 Ford Mustang that was flying down Route 83—the moon beaming down as if to shed some light upon its journey. The wind gently shook the car; occasionally causing the car to sway towards the ditch on its left or right.

"Hey, how much longer are we going to be on the road? I'm getting really tired..." A young girl with thick, long, red-brown hair asked, glancing at her sister, "I'm sure you are too, Raillie." She was seated in the passenger seat giving her sister in the driver's seat a pleading look. Raillie seemed hesitant to respond, almost as if she seemed unsure or maybe even slightly dazed from her sleep deprivation. Deep down, Raillie was concerned. She could feel her long, dark curls fall into her face as she would subconsciously nod off only to spring back up with that much more determination to stay awake.

"You're the one in charge of the map. Speaking of which, can you pull out the map for me so we can figure out where the nearest motel is?" Raillie replied groggily, pointing to the car's glove compartment. Anne could tell her sister was beat. Raillie's hair was disheveled, her eyes fighting to stay open from all the miles she had driven that day.

"Sure…" Anne faltered, as she analyzed her sister for a bit longer. Anne was waiting for the moment her sister would turn to her and ask her to take the wheel for her, but at the same time she highly doubted that Raillie would do that. Raillie was so stubborn at times, that it could literally be considered 'deadly' depending on the situation. Still hesitant, Anne popped open the glove compartment and moved aside a newspaper with something about an apartment building that caught fire near Stanford University.

She remembered skimming through that article a couple times. It was tragic. There was only one survivor, Simon or something; his girlfriend had perished in the flames. Apparently, returning from a road trip, he was on his way to his apartment when he noticed smoke coming off of the door. Panicked, he tried to get inside to check if his girlfriend was inside the building but flames exploded out of the doorway and he and his brother were incapable of going inside. When authorities and firemen arrived on the site, the fire finally put out, they found a body and identified it to be 21-year old, Jessica Moore.

Hastily, Anne grabbed for the road map, unable to stop thinking that she should take over for her sister. Raillie must have been driving for at least eight hours by now.

Anne pulled out a mini flash light from her jacket pocket and shone the light onto the map's laminated surface, but the thought persisted. She couldn't just leaving her thoughts bottled up.

"Raillie, are you sure you don't want me to take ov—"

"Anne? Map. Our location. Motel location. Please." Raillie enunciated with an agitated tone.

"Raillie, it's been eight hours. You need to take a—"

"Anne." Raillie finalized.

Silence fell upon the cab and Anne fought with all her might to try not to argue. Instead, she turned her attention back to the map that sat on her blanket-covered lap. She was very good at arguing and she wasn't blind to the fact that her sister's head was bobbing in and out of consciousness for the past hour. If they got into an accident, Anne was so going to revel in how right she was. It would be something that Raillie would never live down.

Silence fell upon the cab of the car as they continued down the road. Both were irritated with the other, but not for any major reasons except for that they both had sleep weighing heavily on their minds. Trying to get past her frustration, Anne started thinking of topics to talk about instead of the silence that was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"What are we doing this time?" Anne murmured. She was still bruised from her sister's unnecessary yelling, but still wondered what their next lead was.

"I don't know what we're dealing with, but I do know that it didn't happen the way they say it did. This guy's eyes just exploded out of his skull, and there are what look like scratch marks around his eyes. They think it was due to an aneurism." Raillie trailed off.

"You got all of that from the newspaper?" Anne questioned.

"Well…no. I, um," Raillie sat up in the driver's seat, uncomfortable, "impersonated a polce offcer..." Raille fumbled over her words.

"What was that?" Anne looked at her sister, hoping she didn't hear what she thought she just heard.

"I… preteded to be a polce offcer." Raillie coughed.

"You pretended to be a police officer? Rallie, we had this talk. We mutually agreed we would stop doing that. It's too risky. How are we supposed to save people if we're serving time behind bars for something as dumb as impersonating an officer?"

"Well then you're not going to like what I'm going to do once we get there." Raillie winked at her sister, seeming to be amused.

Anne scoffed. "Raillie, no—"

"Anne, this is how we get our information. Without this kind of info, we wouldn't be able to do what we love most and save lives. It's dangerous, but it's a risk worth taking if it means putting another monster to bed."

Anne hesitantly agreed, nodding her head. Raillie was right, but at the same time she knew that one of these days their luck would run out. They both knew this going into this line of work.

They'd been doing this for a few years now, starting after their father went on a murderous rampage; killing their mother in cold blood. But it wasn't his fault. No, it was the family curse. Her sisters didn't know about the curse, but Raillie did. It was a curse that had gone back to their Inuit ancestors and the curse left Raillie (the eldest) with no choice but to take their father's life before he took the lives of his daughters. A true kill-or-be-killed situation.

None of the girls had been the same since that tragic incident. Who would be? There was a lot of debate between the sisters of whether their father was a good person or a bad one. Raillie knew the truth, so it was easy for her to defend her father. His last words haunt her to this very day. Sometimes she even dreams about them. For Anne and Ariel, he was no longer seen as anything but the man who snapped and took it out on his family. After all, the death of their parents was very traumatic for the sisters. Their sister Ariel (the middle child) decided to go her own way after the funeral. Ariel didn't want to live a life that was always on the road, full of risks, and required living in the cheapest, creepy or crappiest motel that came along like Anne and Raillie chose to do. Though she supported Anne and Raillie's decision,she hated having to worry about the chance of them winding up in the obituaries section of the newspaper one day. Ariel just wanted a normal life compared to that of her sisters. She wanted a family, to live her life and to make their parents proud; however, she promised that she would lend them a hand whenever they needed it most.

Originally, they got the idea from their uncle Robert who came to them after the funeral. All three girls were given the option to take him up on his offer, but it was only Raillie who was driven to taking revenge on their mother's death by helping other people escape the same fate. She later convinced Anne to accompany her.

Secretly, Raillie hoped that somewhere down the road she would find more info about this family curse. So far, there had been no leads. Even their uncle Robert didn't know anything about the curse. Or at least that's what he said. Raillie was suspicious that he knew more than what he was letting on. According to him, all he knew was that their father had a bad temper. Not that he had this ability to transform into the monster he became the night the girls were orphaned.

Anne focused on the map, "Okay, there's a motel coming up soon in Fremont. Keep heading down Highway 20, then we'll turn onto Highway 53."

"Alright. What's the place called?"

"It's the Fremont Turnpike Motel." Raillie turned her head to look at her sister.

"You know we have to keep a low profile, right?"

"I know, I know. But I think it is low profile. Plus, it's the closest thing right now. The next one is another fifty miles away still,"Raillie rolled her eyes, "That, and I don't like cranky you." Anne muttered as she folded up the map and stuffed it in the glove box, Anne's light fell upon the newspaper. She had to have read it at least ten times, but she couldn't get the report out of her head.

Raillie sighed, "Look, I don't wanna fight anymore tonight..."

"It's not that. I'm just thinking about that article of the fire at that apartment in Palo Alto, California. It's just such a tragic story. Some guy's girlfriend died in the apartment fire. No one knows how it started, but they know it was started within the apartment. There was no evidence of anything that could've started it, though."

"We should be coming up on a bridge any moment now. After that bridge we're going to turn left." Anne directed by memory.

"Yeah, I remember reading that. I think his name was Simon Westchester, or something?" Raillie tried to recall as she turned into the hotel's entrance. There were very few cars there which was good. That meant less people to notice them. Though the hotel itself was a low-key place, the five star Inn quarter of a mile away was not. That parking lot was packed and there were so many lights it was as if the lot and inn were glowing. Big businesses like that one made Raillie feel bad for the small businesses like this one.

"So you did read it?"

"Mhm…" Raillie replied groggily. She was so glad they were parked, but now she felt that her biggest problem of all would be that she wouldn't want to move. Her body and mind were so exhausted.

Anne noticed her sister drifting away and shook her awake, "Come on Raillie, we're here. We can go check in and lay our heads down on a nice soft bed." The 'nice' part was questionable, though. So was the 'soft' part.

"Come on, let's get inside." Anne said, pushing her sister towards her door. Raillie groaned in response, pushing open the driver's side door. For tonight, this was they're home.