A/N: This is the first thing I've written on my new laptop. I hope to get this well underway and apologize ahead of time for the first chapter being so short. I know I've been pretty bad at following through on things lately but I just burnt myself out. Have any of you any idea how much time I've spent with these guys in the last year? I don't think I've seen as much of my own shadow as I have of them. Anyway if you haven't read draws very deep breath The Boogeyman, Race to Kill, Burning Family, From the Ashes, Werewolf Territory, Viva Las Vegas, Shifting, Bleed, The Hanging Tree, Devil's Child, Purple People Eater, and Phantoms you should start at the beginning and work your way up to this. There are also a bunch of little oneshots that go with this.

PLUGS: If you like my work or hate it whatever you should still check out SeerBlack, PoisonChik88, WanderingAnariel, I-Have-a-Winchester06, and BlazeorFade. If you're a Harry Potter Slash fan (I know a bit of a leap lol) Go check out Racheesi stuff…Mkay I think I just plugged all my favorites.

THE CATCH

May 30th, 2007 Hatfield, Nevada

Brenda Brown let out a shriek dropping the dummy she'd been carrying into the saloon. Her son, Clint, came running to her aid pulling her to the ground as the cowboy that had scared her let loose a round of bullets. They whizzed over head and the shouts of long dead men ensued. The living pair crawled away, being shot by one of these entities wasn't harmful as much as it was unpleasant. Almost felt like being doused in cold water.

"That's it!" Terry, Brenda's husband, growled dragging his wife and son to their feet before peering around the corner of the building at the show down taking place. "We're calling Jenny. I've had enough, we're supposed to open next month and we can't even stay staffed."

The Browns had bought an old west town that they planned to restore and open as a living history museum. But the staff all quit and contractors fled refusing to work "under these conditions". The problem was no body seemed to have left when they checked out of their bodies. Saloon girls still danced and beckoned to the cowboys, bartenders still poured drinks, outlaws still shot up the place, and cowboys and miners still tried to get in and out of town when they had time off. The population acted as if they didn't know they were dead. Alone this wasn't bad but the fact that they weren't always visible was. It was as if the town had a spastic memory. Something must be done and done soon.

The family counted themselves lucky to know the Rainings. Brenda had grown up with Charity, she'd been a brides maid at the wedding when Charity married Red. After the children came Brenda and Terry would watch them so their parents could hunt without having to worry about their babies. It was no secret that Jasper wasn't an option he seemed to enjoy hurting his family but turning his back to them that left the next option as Jenny which would probably have been their choice even if Jasper was an option. Jenny had kept in contact all these years she'd sent Christmas cards and the occasional e-mail just trying to maintain the family ties.

"Boy, go call Jenny," Terry ordered his son who took the back way to the main office to call Jenny Raining.

May 30th, 2007 Saskatoon, Saskatchewan, Canada

"And you're sure of that?" Darcy asked. Teenie stood next to her and the jealousy rolling from her was hard to ignore. They'd been sleeping and driving in shifts, John-dog had passed restless two days ago and they were just now finally hitting something worthy of being called a tip. The bartender was a young guy, easy on the eyes with his jet black curls, blue eyes, and the mischief that seemed to live in his easy grin. He nodded to answer her question and Darcy scrambled to take hold of his mental pictures. She easily saw Will stumbling out of the bar drunk and a little blonde thing chasing after him.

"Yes'm that fella there was in here every night for a good little while. There was a street festival going on, he got good and loaded, last I saw a blonde was going after him. Good boy, too. He handled a few ruffians I had in here."

"That's our Will," Darcy beamed. She didn't know Will, in all honesty she'd only seen him a few times and they had only shared words once and it wasn't exactly on friendly terms. But, she and Teenie were playing worried fiancé and best friend so it was important to pull of the act.

"I'm sorry ladies, its been a few weeks since I've seen him."

"That's okay," Teenie told him. "What do you know about the blonde?" Normally Darcy would have smoothed the edge in her voice but she kind of liked the possessiveness, made them sound more real.

"Nothing, was the first I'd seen her in 'ere." He looked them both square in the face, concern in his eyes. "Wish I could help you more, ladies."

"Us too," Darcy nodded her thanks. She took Teenie by the elbow and led her back out to the Mustang. "You keep thinking like that I won't let you help find you're little boy toy."

"Like what?" Teenie asked faking innocence.

"You wanted to throttle the poor guy until he spewed something useful. You want to do this fast or right?"

"I want to find Will so I can make sure he's okay then kick his ass! What the hell was he thinking? When you hunt in a pack you never leave the pack. The pack disperses for home you send word back with them on what you're going to do. You don't go solo like this, not when you've done it before and about lost your damn life for it." Darcy leaned against the side of the Mustang and watched Teenie pace in front of her ranting.

"Teen, its not so bad. We know he was here and he left with a girl. I've got a picture of the chick lets get a room let your dog out of the 'Stang before he chews the seats up, and I'll describe her and help you get a sketch done. From that we'll track her down." Darcy soothed. Teenie washed a hand over her face and sighed.

"You're right we've got a lot of work to do."

June 1st, 2007, Raining Cloud's Hunters' Resort, Montana

"Hey! Autty! AUTUMN DAEMON!" The red head finally halted turning on her heel so fast Jen was surprised she didn't fall over. She pushed her wheelchair forward rolling to meet up with the red head in front of her. The hunter looked a little annoyed and that was understandable since Jen had just broke their agreement not to interrupt training.

"What ails you?" Autumn asked breathlessly.

"I need a favor."

"I told you I'd help out in the bar, Jen."

"No, Autty, this is a personal favor," the native clarified.

"Need a ride to a doctor's appointment or something?"

"No, I've got those covered. This is a hunt. The Browns used to watch Jas, Will, and I when we were kids. Now they need some help with a ghost town, I told them I'd send my most trusted. Its free room and board, might even squeeze gas money out of them if you're as good as I know you'll be."

"Oh stop the sweet talking, what's the catch?" Autumn queried. If only she knew how many catches this hunt would have in store for them.

"Nothing," the hunter put her hands on her hips eyeing her wheel chair bound friend. "And pick your legs up more when you're running, you'll do better."

"Oh shut up," Autumn rolled her eyes. "Go get a case file worked up and I'll talk with the boys. But Teenie calls this hunt gets dropped on the spot."

"Of course," Jen nodded. "That's fair." Jen turned herself around and went to work up a case file while Autumn went to find her boys.

Dean at least was excited to get out of the Resort. In theory having a home was a great idea, but as he was quickly finding out for hunters a home was just a place to wait on news that could easily go either way on one of your comrades. As Athena had become as much a sister to him as he thought possible waiting on her to call and say she needed back up was a long and painful job. Sam didn't waste time voicing his concerns and Dean could have hit his brother for the hesitation that it caused in Autumn.

"No, he's right, maybe we should stay just in case." Autumn chewed her lip pacing their bedroom. Dean was packing his duffle while she argued, mostly with herself.

"Aut, Teenie is fine. She's got Darcy up there and you heard yesterday it'll be no time before they find him. Will's probably just shacking up with some smoking babe who will do things that are near illegal," he stopped seeing the look on her face and an easy smirk came to him. "Want me to show you what kind of things?"
"No, Dean, I want you to pick back up with my sister is fine with that half shifter and will be home by the end of the week. You're supposed to be distracting me not getting in my pants." she dropped onto the bed arms over her head and a slight pout to her lips.

"I promise it will be distracting," he said moving is bag off the bed.

"Well I guess if you promise it must be true." Autumn said allowing him to straddle her as she wrapped her arms around his neck to drag him in for a kiss. "So what could this Canadian chick do that's nearly illegal?"