Lock

Sioux Falls, South Dakota - May 5th, 1983

Molly Black stared at Jean from where she was re-stocking the fruits for tomorrow. She'd worked for Jean at Lock's Grocer's for three years, since they were eight-teen. Jean had taken over the grocer after her dad died. Molly'd known her since child-hood, before she'd ever understood what she felt. This would be her day, her day to tell Jean how she felt. Slowly, she walked over to the counter and then stopped in front of the blond manager to ask, "Jean ?"

Heart fluttered in her chest as dark-gray eyes lifted to meet her green ones. Jean replied, "What is it Molly ? Is something wrong with the fruits ?"

Anger coursed through her, she didn't care about the fruit this was more important than freaking fruit. Nerves replaced the anger than Molly stated "The fruits are fine, Jean ! I was just wondering if we could, er, talk... somewhere else. Before we close, like now since we're here."

"Okay."

Lights flickered as the dark-haired woman led the blond into the back-room. It was a small room with green-paint peeling off the walls and a chipped table in the center, a letter lay open on it.

She took a deep breath as Jean closed the door and asked "So, Molly what'd you want to talk about ?"

The brown-haired woman shifted and pacing said, "I know you probably won't like this but... but Jean I have to tell you something."

Gray-eyes were interested as Jean soothed, "You know it won't matter what you tell me, Molly. "

Molly stopped by the table and played with the silver bracelet around her wrist, her mother had gotten it as a present from her great-grandmother. Jean walked up and stopped beside her. She stared into those familiar gray-eyes and saw something in them that was different from normal.

Hope flared and the words tumbled out "I love you, Jean. I've been in love with you for a long time, since high-school."

Didn't expect gray-eyes to go cold before she was shoved into the table and hit the floor. Gasped then choked in disbelief as Jean picked up a letter-opener that'd fallen from the table and stabbed her multiple times. She ignored the black-haired lady standing above her, who told her to leave, "Molly, come here. You don't want to...Molly, you'll get stuck because of your anger. Come with me, it's just a..." .

Molly screamed in betrayal, she'd never felt so much rage before. Flung herself upward clawing at Jean it didn't work, everything turned into green and black rain. Oddly, the table flipped over though and scared Jean she smiled as the tratior ran away.

Near Sioux Falls, Singer Salvage Yard, Present time

Jess looked at Bobby Singer, this was her first time meeting the brown-haired and bearded Hunter. The man who'd known her boy-friend Sam since he was a kid. Sam had talked about him a lot, the older man looked kind of rough. Well, so did Dean and Smith sometimes if the ex-Agent turned Hunter got angry. Unlike Neo and Sam who couldn't if it'd save everyone's lives. Found it unexplainably funny that herself and Neo were the only Hunters in the room who didn't have brown hair. Stifled the laughter and asked "So, Mr. Singer what'd you call us here for ?."

The oldest human man in the room shook his head and muttered "Call me Bobby, less you want me calling you Jessica."

"Okay, Mr...I mean, Bobby." the laughter bubbled out as Dean stared at the old Hunter.

It increased as Bobby replied, "Stop staring like an idjit, Dean. I'd do it if Jess wouldn't. Hmpf, luck has it I don't call you Deana. You act like a Deana sometime's."

Neo and Sam joined in her laughing at their boy-friend and brother respectively. Then Smith said, "While that is true sometimes, that does not answer why we are here."

Dean's indignant, "Hey ! I thought you guys love me."

Neo and Smith responded, "We do but you do sometimes."

As she stopped her laughing, Bobby muttered, "Idjits, the whole lot. Anyway, there's been some odd things lately at a store in the city. A haunting of some sort. I've investigated but I've never managed to find anything besides the camera footage."

Sam nodded, green-eyes bright, "Well, a few of us'll just have to look at it then. What's the store called ?"

"Lock's Grocer, it's changed owners recently and the attacks have gone up. I think Neo and Dean, or he and Smith should go."

Jess interjected with, "Why not Sam and I, Dean and myself ? Or Neo and Sam, or Sam and Smith ?"

"The ghost don't go after straight people. Plus, Jess I doubt you want Sam pretending to be interested in Neo. He wouldn't do a good job of it. So, decide yourselves who goes."

Sam stated, "It's only talking to the manager or owner's now, that shouldn't matter. Dean and I'll go, if it's all right with Jess and you two ?."

She and Neo nodded as Smith replied, "Samuel is right, I suppose Neo and I could let Dean out for that long."

Dean snorted, "I'm not sick anymore, that damned cold is gone. I'm perfectly fine, sides this isn't a 'Shifter case. Plus, Sam-n'- I hardly go on hunts by ourselves anymore. Neo, Smith don't you two start anything while I'm gone."

It was Jess's turn to snort as Neo's brown and Smith's blue-eyes met. They replied to their boy-friend, "We won't...much."

Sam retorted as the two brothers walked out, "Didn't need to think about that Dean."

"Too bad for you, Sammy."

She imagined Sam's rolled eyes as the door shut. A minute later they all heard the Impala as it pulled out of Bobby's drive-way.