I do not own Sam or Dean, I do however own Natalie.

Supernatural: Lies and Deception

It was another boring night in another boring, old hotel, in a boring small town along the highway heading towards Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Sam was on his laptop reading all the e-mails he had gotten the last few days, while Dean was watching reruns of Who wants to be a Millionaire?

"Hey Dean, check this out!" Sam had called to his brother.

"What is it?"

"Check out this e-mail I got from my friend Natalie Kyle. She says her parents have been missing."

"Missing? Like, she hasn't heard from them in a few days, or they have disappeared, missing? And, wait…you have a girlfriend?"

"Missing as in they disappeared. And no, she is not my girlfriend. She was in my art history course I took (A/N: we learned he took this course in Provenance). Her parents live in Santa Fe. That's not too far from here."

"Why? Maybe her parents are just taking a vacation and didn't tell her where they were going, and she just wants you to come up and help her find them," said Dean. Which wouldn't be a bad idea, Sam needs a girl.

"No. She always talks to her parents. They would never leave without telling her. Plus, she talked to their neighbors who said they haven't seen the couple in days. I really think we should check it out."

"Seriously?"

"We've gone on less."

"But what kind of thing would go after an elderly couple and make them disappear?"

"I don't know. That's why I think we should investigate."

The next day, in Santa Fe:

Sam and Dean pull up in their '67 Impala at Mr. and Mrs. Kyle's house around 10am. Dean had been asleep the whole way, so Sam had to wake him up. He decided to blast the radio.

"What the…?" Dean said as he awoke abruptly to the sound of Bohemian Rhapsody.

"Sorry, I had to wake you up somehow," Sam said as he tried to muffle a laugh.

"You bitch! You could have just nudged me! You're dead!" Dean yelled as he hit Sam.

"Well, you can try to kill me, or we can go inside, because we are here," Sam said as he rubbed his now sore shoulder.

Dean grunted, but got out of the car, looking it over as he did, (he still doesn't quite trust Sam with it). After making sure the car was safe, with no scratches on it, they walked up to the door.

Sam knocked, and after the second knock, the door opened.

"Hi Natalie," Sam said as he gave her a hug.

"Hi Sam! I'm so glad you came. I don't know what to do. But, please, come in," Natalie replied.

During this, Dean was just standing there, stunned. He had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. She was a few inches shorter than him, but she was so beautiful. She had long golden brown hair that seemed to glow when she moved, and beautiful green eyes that looked like giant green meadows. You could get lost in them. She was wearing a short denim skirt and a red tank top, which didn't help Dean's case at all (except get him horney)

Dean was speechless as Sam introduced them.

"Natalie, this is my brother Dean."

"Hi Dean," Natalie said as she stuck out her hand so he could shake it.

Dean couldn't move his hand. But he finally managed a wave and a quick "Hi" as they went inside.

"So Natalie, when was the last time you heard from your parents?" Sam asked as they went into the kitchen.

"About a week ago. I had called to tell them I would be coming down here for the summer, but when I called again the next morning to tell them when my flight would be arriving here, they never picked up. I called them again once I arrived at the airport, but again no answer, but I figured they were on their way to come and pick me up. I waited for over an hour before I finally called a taxi to drive me here."

"What happened when you got here?" Dean finally managed to ask.

"The doors were locked, but I knew where they kept the spare key, so I used that to get in. I checked all over the house. There was no sign of a struggle, but I called the police. They came over, and after a half hour of investigating they said my parents had probably just left for a vacation and forgot I was coming."

"Do you believe them?" Sam asked.

"No. I've told them that, and I keep telling them that. They said yesterday they would keep track of dad's credit cards, but that won't help because he hardly uses them. He prefers cash. Says it's a lot easier. Anyhow, I'm really worried. Nobody has seen them, and as far as the police are concerned, they aren't any help," Natalie replied as she started sobbing up.

"Don't worry. We'll help you find them," Sam said as he comforted her.

"Hey Sam, can I talk to you for a minute…alone?" Dean asked.

"Sure," Sam replied. "Excuse us Natalie."

Sam followed Dean into the living room.

"What's up?"

"Well, it's just that I don't see anything… supernatural about this. I know her story sounds fine, and I believe her, but I don't see the work of some demon or spirit. But we should still try to help her."

Of course he wants to help her. I saw the way he was looking at her when we got here, Sam thought. "That's true. I don't see anything supernatural about this, but still, we've gone on less, so I agree. We should help her. But first, we have to find her parents."

"How are we going to do that? If it is some kind of demon, it certainly didn't kill them, at least, not here. So if they are in a cave or some lair, we need to find the thing that took them."

"But we don't even know if they were taken. They could just be on vacation like the police say, and they forgot to tell her."

"Now you're the one who doesn't believe her?"

"I believe her, it's just…"

Sam didn't have time to finish his sentence because just then, they heard Natalie scream.

The guys ran into the kitchen to see Natalie. She was holding the phone limply in her left hand. She was shaking.

Sam picked up the phone, but whoever had been on it had hung up.

"Who was that?" Sam asked.

"The police. They…they found my parents car," Natalie managed to get out before bursting into tears.

Sam comforted her by rubbing her back and rocking her in his arms.

"What happened? Where are they?" Dean asked as soon as she calmed down enough to talk again.

"They're gone," She sobbed. "They're gone."

It's all she managed to say before bursting into tears again.

"I'm so sorry," Dean said.

A few hours went by, so it was now close to 8pm. Sam had managed to calm Natalie down and put her to bed. Dean was waiting for him on the couch.

"Well? Did she tell you what happened?" Dean asked.

"Yes, but it wasn't much. She said the cops found their in a ditch off the main road. How it got there, I don't know. And where they are is unknown too. They were going the opposite way of the airport."

"Wait…they didn't find them? Then how come she was saying they were dead?"

"She said she just knew it. Her dad can't survive long without his heart medication, and its here."

"How long has the car been there?"

"No idea. Probably since the day they went missing. I don't have all the answers Dean. I have only gotten what Natalie knows," said Sam, getting frustrated.

"Ok. Well, I will go and have a little chat with the cops down at the station tomorrow, see what I can find out. You can stay here and take care of Natalie," Dean winked at Sam.

Sam glared at Dean. "Dean, you use your downstairs brain way to much." And with that, he walked off to the guest room. Dean fell asleep on the couch a few minutes later.