Chapter 1

"Taylor McGomery?" A soft voice called.

"Here." A young girl answered for the seventh time that day. "One hour till school's over." Taylor whispered to herself.

"Seeings how we have just finished To Kill A Mockingbird. I would like you all to write an essay on what your experience at M.E. Write high school and how it connects with the book…" the teacher's voice went in one ear and out the other as Taylor watched the clock intently.

Finally the bell signaling their release and Taylor ran to the restroom.

"Hey Tay." One of her friends called, "Can you give me a ride home?"

"Sure Kathy." Taylor answered cheerfully towards her Asian friend. "Is that slumber party still on this weekend?"

"Fo sho'." Kathy answered, her short black hair flipped around her head.

"Why do you think you're black?" Taylor joked.

"Because I am, you cracker." Kathy joked back. The girls laughed then Kathy turned around. "See you at the parking lot." She said with a wave of a hand.

Taylor walked into the deserted bathroom. She was washing her hands when she heard a low moaning sound. She whipped around to grabbed the door handle, before everything went black.

Taylor's body turned back to the mirror and studied herself, then with darkened eyes she left.

The car ride was silent. Kathy kept asking her what classes she had and who her teachers were but was ignored.

"We on, on Saturday?" Kathy asked getting out of the car. Taylor just nodded, "alright. Catcha on the flip side." She said turning to her apartment complex.

Once again silence consumed the car.

Later that night her only parent finally asked her about her day.

"Nothing happened dad." She said darkly. The man sat down in his lazy boy in front of the T.V.

Taylor walked stealthily towards him, a knife hidden in her hand.

"Ya know I'm surprised you don't recognize me, Dale. I know I'm in your daughter's body but an attitude like mine you don't forget that easily." The man called Dale looked at her, taken back by her sudden change of character.

"You were apart of that school shoot out, I know you were. You might have gotten a just slap on the wrist…" she spat, eyes dark and deadly.

He swallowed hard, "Michelle?" he asked but before anything else was said the knife had plunged deeply into his chest as his heart suddenly skipped a few beats before stopping completely.

"Does that answer your question." The girl smirked. A moment passed and Taylor looked around puzzled, then she looked at the man in front of her.

"Dad!" she cried.

Dean drove in silence as he turned up the radio, "Night Moves"-Bob Seger, filled his head. He glanced over at Sam slumped in the passenger seat. Then he looked up at the rearview mirror and saw a hazy reflection of Talia curled up in the backseat.

He glanced at his watch, "Four A.M. and not a motel in sight." Dean said tiredly hanging his head.

"I'll take over." Talia suggested suddenly making Dean jump. After a moment of profanity he calmed down.

"No Talia it's okay. There's a motel fifty miles up the road. I'll get you up, go back to sleep."

"Are you sure you're not sleep deprived?"

"Yes I'm fine." He assured her, "Why?"

"Cuz you're being nice. I've never known this Dean I'm not sure if I should be glad or worried." She sounded serious.

"Do you want me to go back to being a jackass, cuz I'm telling you babe it won't be that hard." They laughed quietly together.

Then Talia laid down and curled up, leaving Dean once again in silence.

An hour later Dean woke Talia and Sam up and the three of them dragged their dead bodies to the room. Dean walked in and passed out on the bed closest to the door.

"Bed or cot?" Sam asked Talia, with a yawn.

"You go ahead and sleep on the bed, I'm too awake to sleep now. I'll go online in a few minutes and see if there have been any odd deaths." Sam just nodded , kicked off his shoes and laid under the covers, not bothering to take his clothes off.

Talia grabbed a motel towel and her small bag of clothes. Fifteen minutes later she came out of the bathroom in sweat pants and a black tank top. Her wet hair was pulled back in a bun off the back of her neck.

She plugged in the laptop and waited for it to dial up.

"Let's see the death count, and see if it's worth staying." She said gluing her eyes to the screen…

"Get up!" Talia screamed pushing a snoring Dean off the bed.

"It won't work." Sam told her staying out of the way.

"Why not?" she asked angrily.

"Because he spent all night driving and I'm telling you, you're lucky if he'll get up in the next eight hours." Sam said laughing at her.

"IT"S NOON! What, will he not wake up till next century?" She stomped, leaving Dean lying on the floor.

"Did you find anything?" Sam asked trying to change the subject.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I did. That's why I wanted you and Dean up, so we could go check it out…"

"Did you say you found a job?" Dean asked suddenly sitting up, his eyes showing he was still tired. Talia popped him upside the head.

"I push you off the freakin' bed, but when I say there might be a job, you get up." She screamed frustratedly.

"It's cuz I love making this world a better place." Dean answered smugly.

"More like saving the 'damsel in distresses'." Sam laughed.

"No, that's just an added bonus. And don't even, you've had your fare share, plus how many times have you been a damsel." Dean said starting an argument.

"Please Dean, I've had to save your ass way more times than you've had to save mine."

"Yeah, like when?"

"Uh, let's go in order, the Wendego."

"Bloody Mary."

"Scarecrow thing."

"Evil shapeshifter me."

"Reaper."

"Hey, I told you to let me die!"

"Boys!" Talia silenced them briefly, "I hate to interrupt this trip down memory lane, but we've gat work to do." She walked out with the brothers bickering behind her. "My god! It's like a crappy clip show."

Five minutes later, Dean was in the passenger seat still arguing with Sam behind him.

"Woman in White."

"Max."

"Hey, how does Carrieboy fit in…" Dean cut off, apparently just realizing Talia was driving them somewhere.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"It's about damn time." She smiled.