A/N hey everyone. my first Supernatural fic so please be nice :) it starts off a bit slow because i wante dit write it but had a slight mind block anyway, just bear with me, it picks up, to me anyway.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, i only own my characters.

And on with the story. Hope you enjoy :D

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Washington

Dumping my bag down under the desk I pulled my dark hair into a loose ponytail so I could read the files on my desk properly. Lifting the first one up I glanced quickly at the name before opening it.

Dean Winchester

1st degree murder

Attempted murder

Arson

Breaking and Entering

Dangerous Driving

Fraud

Impersonating Government Officials

Grave Desecration

Torture

Robbery

I quickly skimmed the rest of the file, having already got the gist of it. After finishing that file I grabbed the one sitting below it; Sam Winchester. Brothers; that's interesting. His file was almost identical to his brothers. Grabbing both files I walk into my boss's office.

"New assignment?" I asked, sitting opposite him.

"You're being taken off the Luther case and put onto this. I take it you've read the files?"

"Of course. There's only one official file?"

"It's mostly circumstantial evidence. The only firm evidence we have is Dean Winchester in Missouri where he 'died' before being caught by local police in Baltimore. You'll be traveling right across the country so we can't give you a full team, but you've got my number. Whatever you find try to get photos or voice recordings and send them straight through to me. We'll give you all the equipment you need. Look, Nat, this isn't an official investigation but we need to find these guys, and get the evidence we need to put them behind bars."

I nodded, "Start right away?"

"Your car's in the car park. I've already packed it for you, but you can check it if you like."

"I'm sure it'll be alright. I guess I'll see you later, sir." I said standing up.

He stood up and shook my hand, "Good luck, Ally."

I nodded and walked out to the car park after grabbing my bag from my desk. Grinning I climbed into the black 1969 Chevy Camaro SS that was waiting for me. I drove home, got changed and began packing my bag. Grabbing the phone as I packed I dialed my husbands number and left a message on his phone.

"Hey, Caleb. I'll be gone by the time you get this message and probably won't be home for a while. Joshua will need picked up at four remember. Call me if you need anything. Love you. Bye."

About to leave I grabbed my fathers old Colt Revolver, checked the safety was on and tucked it into the belt of my dark cargo pants. Now I was ready. Half an hour later I was cruising along the highway with my music up loud. The brothers had last been sighted in Maryland, so that's where I was heading. Chances are they wouldn't still be there but hopefully I could get some leads.

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8 hours later, Dakota Township, South Dakota

The dark countryside soon turned into the light town of Dakota. I pulled into the first motel, and got a single room. After almost dragging my bag into the room I jumped on the bed and opened the files again. The Winchester brothers had been arrested in Baltimore, Maryland for a double homicide. Turned out the officer that arrested them was the killer and when he confessed to his partner both Sam and Dean managed to escape and even stole their car back from the impound. These brothers were two very hard to pin down men and it seemed when you did pin them down, they would just manage to escape again.

After half an hour of studying the file I left the motel for a drink. I was off duty and hadn't had one in a long time. The bar was on the same block as the motel, a ten minute walk if I dawdled, which I did. Inside the bar my eyes automatically scanned the place. There was a pool table to my left, the bar was straight ahead and tables were scattered around the room. It was a cliché sort of bar really, nothing special, only a little dirty.

Taking a seat at the bar I ordered a beer. I barely glanced at the person who sat next me, until they offered to pay for the drink. Surprised I looked up. It took almost all of my self control to stop my jaw from dropping. I immediately recognized the spiky hair, dark eyes and playful grin. My hard to pin down, target had just sat next to me and bought my beer. Seems as though someone was looking down on me today.

I smiled, "Thanks."

"I'm Dean."

"Ally. You from around here?"

"Nope. Just passing through with my brother," he pointed to Sam.

Quickly my eyes skimmed him head to toe. He had longer, curlier hair than his brother, and was taller, but still looked similar.

"What about you? You live here?"

I shook my head, "Just passing through. Where are you heading?"

"Medford, Wisconsin. Sammy has a strange fascination with the place."

"Ha, that's funny. I'm heading up there as well, maybe; maybe we could travel up together. It's a long way from here and I hate traveling alone."

"Well, me and my brother, we normally travel alone."

"Aw Dean, you don't really seem like the sorta guy who likes traveling alone with his brother." I said, inching closer to him while mentally throwing up at what I was saying and apologizing to Caleb for what I would probably end up doing.

"Well maybe tonight I won't be with my brother."

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I waited until Dean was asleep and another thirty minutes had gone by, before carefully climbing out of the bed. I opened the toilet window and got changed into dark clothes. Grabbing my lock picking set I walked outside, closing the door quietly behind me. Turned out Dean and Sam were staying in the same motel as me. I considered taking Deans key to check out his room but if Sam got to his brother and found me and the key missing then I would've blown my cover. Instead I had to resort to picking the lock and hoping Sam was asleep.

Pulling my balaclava over my head I knelt down and began working on the lock. Soon it was open; the motel locks weren't exactly the most sophisticated. Opening the door slowly I peeked in. The room was only lit by the moonlight coming through the window. There were three doors leading out of the kitchen lounge area not including the one I just came through. Two were open. I peeked in the first one; a bathroom. Silently I moved onto the next room; a bedroom. Sam was asleep in the bed. I opened the next door and crept in.

I opened his bag that was sitting on the chair and started going through it, shocked at what I found. At least two fake IDs a shotgun, handgun and strangely salt and a hip flask. Pulling out my phone I snapped a couple of pictures of them before wiping all my prints off, putting them back and closing the bag.

The door creaked. I spun around and ducked as Sam swung a desk lamp at me. I kicked out at his stomach before swinging my fist at his head. To my surprise he blocked and fought back like someone who grew up fighting. I got a lucky shot in and my fist connected with his temple. He went down and hopefully out, at least for now.

I ran out the front door and pulled the balaclava off, rubbing my head. Walking back into my room I got back into bed after changing. Sighing I snuggled into the blankets and tried to get a good nights sleep.

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The mattress shifted under me. With a small groan of annoyance I opened my eyes a crack. Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed doing up his belt. I held the sheet around me as I sat up.

He looked over at me, "Sorry, did I wake you?"

I shook my head, "I was about to wake up anyway," I looked over at the clock. Eight in the morning, "You're up early."

"Yeah. Sam wants to get up to Medford as soon as possible."

I grabbed my clothes off the chair beside me and got changed under the blankets. Dean stood up as I climbed out of the bed.

"When are you planning on leaving?" he asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm not rushed to get there today so I might end up staying another night somewhere. Why are you in such a rush to get there?" I asked, starting to pack my bag.

"No reason really, there's just someone we want to see."

I nodded as I placed the Colt on top of my bag and turned to face him. His eyes rested on the gun briefly before flickering to me.

"That's an 1835 Colt Revolver, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"My father, he, he had one, just like it. Where'd you get it from?"

"My father. It's been passed down through our family for generations. Why are you so interested?"

"Oh um, no reason really. I never caught your last name."

"Colt. Ally Colt."

He nodded, "So are you still interested in traveling with us?"

"What made you change your mind all of a sudden?"

"Oh, well, you know, a girl like you should never have to travel alone."

I rolled my eyes but didn't say what I wanted to since this was what I had wanted, for the case that is. Traveling with them would make it easier to make a case against them.

"So when do we leave?"

"Dean." Sam stood in the doorway, a dark bruise forming around his eye.

Inwardly I winced. That looked really painful.

"What on earth happened to you?" Dean asked, jumping over to his brother.

"I'm fine. Someone broke into the motel last night. They were going through your stuff."

"What?! They managed to get the jump on you?"

"They got in a lucky shot."

I sat down on the bed as they continued to talk with such brotherly love.

"Well, did they take anything?"

Sam shook his head, "I don't think they had time."

"Well it doesn't matter much since we're leaving now. Oh, and I invited Ally with us."

Sam looked confused and slight, angry, maybe, "Dean. Can I talk to you for a moment, in private? Excuse us Ally."

I gave him a slight nod as he pretty much dragged his brother outside. About five minutes later Dean walked back in.

"Ready to go?"

I stood up, "Your brother's okay with it?"

"Oh yeah, he just needed some talking 'round."

I laughed, "Alright then. Let's go."

I walked out to the Camaro and unlocked it, throwing my bag in. Turning back to dean I laughed at his shocked expression.

"What? Didn't think a girl like me would have a muscle car?"

He blinked, "Not a Camaro."

"Well done, you know your cars," I nodded towards his Impala, "That one yours?"

"That's my baby," he said, looking proud.

I just laughed and shook my head, "Looks like your brothers waiting for you, Dean."

He looked over at Sam who was looking very impatient, "We'll stop for breakfast on the way."

"Alrighty." I said, climbing into the Camaro and starting the engine, "I'll follow you."

"See you when we stop, Ally," he said before walking over to join Sam.

I tailed the Impala out onto the highway and we cruised along above the speed limit. Dean wasn't joking when he said they were in a hurry. I dug my phone out of my pocket and used the first speed dial.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Colt."

"Ally. I got your photos. You found them quick."

"Pure luck actually. I was heading to Baltimore and stopped for the night in Dakota. Turned out they did too. Dean's quite a player so it wasn't exactly hard getting to know them. I'm traveling up to Medford, Wisconsin with them now. Oh and their license plate number is KAZ 2Y5. You got that?"

"KAZ 2Y5?"

"Yup."

"And you're heading up to Medford now?"

"Yup and we'll probably be there sometime today at the speed we're traveling. Oh and it'd probably help if you notified the local cops that there'll be an Impala and Camaro going slightly above the speed limit. It wouldn't help if we got pulled over."

"Alright will do. Good job."

"Thanks. See you."

I flipped the phone shut and deleted the call history and photos before throwing it onto the seat beside me.