Disclaimer: I own the OC, Monti Boyd. The boys and John belong to Kripke.

Spoilers: None really.

Author's Note: This is my first time posting a Supernatural fic but hopefully not my last. I may or may not improvise on the demons/spirits I use, just because it's fiction and I kind of like to add my own twist to these things.

Roanoke, Virginia

Sam stared out the hotel window, watching the rain as it pelted against the glass. His eyes transfixed on the liquid as it drizzled down the window pane. His laptop was on and in his lap but not in use. It was the second time in one night that he had the same vision. Dean still asleep, was unaware that Sam had been awaken by another nightmare. It wasn't as if Sam had been exactly forthcoming about his recent visions because he didn't want Dean to know until he had figured it out himself.

Sometimes a little brother has to protect the big brother.

Sam picked up the half empty bottle of beer beside him and downed it. He had to find a real hunt in order to convince Dean to continue on to Norfolk. After typing in a few possibilities he found a promising lead and decided that it might be enough to convince his brother.

At this moment, anything was better than the truth.

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"Are you sure this is legit?" Dean asked as he pulled onto interstate 81 North.

Sam rolled his eyes as he leafed through the print outs he'd gotten on the angry spirit killing lovers on Virginia beach. "Yeah, it's all right here. Apparently something has been killing couples on this particular one mile stretch of beach. It's been happening for close to two years now, each victim is murdered the same way, strangled with a piece of twine and left face down at the edge of the water. Local police suspect a serial killer."

"What makes you think it's not?"

"Because it fits the typical angry spirit m.o." Sam flipped through the papers. "Also, one victim survived and told police she saw a ghost coming out of the water. Of course they thought she was in shock and maybe hallucinating."

Dean frowned as he mulled over the information in his mind. "Well, I guess it's worth checking out."

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Some four hours later Sam pulled into a parking lot of a quaint little bookstore in the Ghent district of Norfolk, Virginia. Dean looked out the window and back at Sam. "Dude, this doesn't look like the beach."

"There's something I haven't told you." He paused and took out John's journal flipping through the pages. "Last night dad came to me in a dream, not once, but twice."

"What? What did he say?"

"That's just the thing, he didn't say anything. He flipped the pages of his journal open to this one and pointed here."

Dean studied the page and the only thing that stood out to him was a common symbol. "What's that, a Scorpio sign?"

"Looks like it."

"What does that mean?" Dean looked for other signs and the only other thing was a longitude and latitude of what he guessed was Norfolk. "So why the bookstore?"

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. "I had a vision of this store and a girl after I woke up. I did some research and this is what I came up with."

"A girl?" Dean flashed an all knowing smile. "Well, why didn't you just say that Sammy?"

Sam shook his head and got out of the car walking ahead as Dean took in their surroundings.

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Inside the Ghent Gardens Bookstore, Monti Boyd sipped her coffee while going over the purchase order for that month. She had been glued to the computer all morning and as a result her eyes were burning and begging for a break. "Hallelujah!" She mumbled as she caught sight of two very tall and handsome men walking through the door. Chills ran down her spine then covered her entire body, but not for the obvious reasons. There was something about those two and as soon as she made eye contact with one of them, she knew what it was.

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Sam and Dean stood just inside the door in front of a display of best selling novels.

"What now college boy?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. Dad didn't bother leaving me the name of a book or anything. Maybe it's a book about Scorpios, or astrology."

"Man this is a waste of time. And I still don't understand why we're here."

Sam surveyed the store and lowered his voice. "I told you why. Dad wants us here for some reason and I'm not leaving until I figure it out."

"Fine." Dean grunted and walked over to the new age section and picked up book after book, taking a moment to thumb through a couple of them. "Are you sure there's nothing else in there?"

"Look for yourself." Sam thrust the journal into Dean's chest.

"Hey, did you see this?" Dean pointed to some writing off to the side of the symbol.

"Montana?" Sam arched an eyebrow. "As in the state?"

"Or as in the girl." Both brothers turned around to face a feisty looking female with red hair. She extended her hand. "I'm the owner of this store, Montana Boyd, but sons of John can call me Monti."

Sam shook her hand. "You knew our dad?"

"Yes, I did. And I'm so sorry about his death. I really am."

"What's your sign?" Dean who had been eyeing Monti skeptically stepped up beside Sam.

"That's the worst pick up line ever. I'm a Scorpio. Why?"

Sam chuckled. "I think dad wanted us to find you for a reason but I'm not sure what that reason is."

Monti stepped in closer as more customers came through the door. "I think I know why Sam. Let's talk in my office."

Sam and Dean followed reluctantly not sure of what exactly they had walked into this time.