*Dean pov*

"Hey, Sammy, where did you say these murders are happening?" I looked over to Sam sitting in the passenger seat of the Impala with many maps spread across his lap.

"Garland, Texas, we should be headed the right way." Sam responded without looking up from the maps. I sighed, it had been along drive, just driving and driving with almost no stops along the way. We only stopped for food because there was no time to stop and sleep because there was someone dying every other day in Garland. There were very few details in the papers and online, but we figured it was a werewolf because the heart was torn out of every body that was found. It had only recently started, but they hadn't slowed down. They seemed almost random, we couldn't find any connection between the victims, and we need a closer look and the records of those people. "Hey, Dean, only a couple more miles." Sam had been paying attention to the mile markers more than I had. "Get off at the next exit and from there we can find a library to look up the records on the victims." Sam was right, but I was damn tired and wanted nothing more then to sleep.

"Look Sam, we've been driving forever, can't we just go find a hotel and take a nap first?" I looked hopefully at Sam, but he just shook his head.

"We shouldn't rest until we find a lead, then we'll buy some pie and you can sleep, okay?" Sam looked over at me and I slowly nodded, he knew pie was my kryptonite.

"I guess, but let's do it as quickly as possible. I feel like I'm going to fall asleep just driving." I wasn't going to fall asleep, because then I might hurt Baby.

*time skip to library brought to you by Odin's tear*

*your pov*

I had been in the library for some while now, it seemed the only creature I could pin the crimes on was a werewolf, so I would have to leave paw prints and fur on the bodies. Great even more work, maybe I could contact the werewolves and they might send someone to take the blame then run on home. Just as I was walking away with the book on werewolves, two men walked around the corner talk quietly to each other. I moved behind the bookcase as quickly as possible, and hoped to father they hadn't seen me. They seemed not to, they kept talking and began looking through the books.

"Strange, the book the librarian told us about isn't here." The taller one said looking on the shelves. I remembered I had the book in my hands, I needed to check it out, but why were they looking for it?

"Maybe someone else checked it out, another Hunter maybe?" The shorter one suggested. Yes, that's what I would do, pretend to be another Hunter here about the murders, I can read their minds for information I didn't know. It seems almost fool proof, I just can't touch them because it's not angel approved and that would break a rule and I don't think I can possibly hide that much pain. I'll play is safe, just walk around the corner and say hello. I turned and swiftly walked around the edge of the bookshelf, smiling as best I could.

"Hi, are you looking for something in particular?" Both of them jumped at me appearing so suddenly. They quickly recovered and began smiling, the taller one-stepped forward.

"Actually, we are, maybe you can help us?" His smile seemed less fake then the shorter one, his hair was long as well. I figured I could play along with their game until I could leave for the forest. I continued smiling and answered.

"I'll help you, but first I need to know your names." They both smiled at me, they seemed nice enough, or they were really good actors.

"I'm Jean, and this is Chris, we're brothers, and what might your name be?" The shorter one was talking this time, I could tell he was lying, who during this era of humanity names a child Jean. They were probably brothers; they seemed to be very close, which lead me to believe him on that one.

"Nice to meet you both, I'm (y/n), and you should tell me your real names now, until then I won't help you." I tightened my grip on the book; I didn't plan on giving it to them even if they were nice people. The taller one laughed,

"She caught us there, I'm Sam and this is Dean." I felt like I had heard of them before. Maybe in the flash backs to the past I take when present day bores me. Dean looked at me and flashed a smirk.

"How do we know you aren't lying about your name as well '(y/n)'." He made air quotes around my name, and I knew he was mostly joking, so I joked back.

"You don't know if I'm lying or being truthful. Now what did you guys want help with?" I smiled still, holding my book tighter then before, I prayed to father that I wouldn't tear it in half right in front of them.

"We are looking for a book, but it seems that someone has it, it's about werewolves." Sam looked at my hands where I held the book with a vice like grip.

"Yeah, maybe you've seen it?" Now it was Dean, glancing at my hands before meeting my gaze. This is where I had to read their minds just a bit, I don't like doing it because it's a terrible invasion of space. They seemed to want to know if I was a Hunter or just something else.

"Actually, I'm checking it out sorry, for…work." I knew I had lured them into my plan, hook, line, and sinker. They fell for it, Sam and Dean immediately perked up, thinking they had found one of their own.

"Work, why on Earth would you need a book like that for work?" Dean was still playing dumb, thinking I didn't know they were Hunters.

"You know exactly what kind of work, Dean." I stated before turning, "You can come with me if you'd like, there are some things I know about this case." Then I walked towards the librarian's desk to check my book out. Sam and Dean were whispering back at the supernatural section, but once I checked the book out they were right there and we left together. 'Please father don't let them try to touch me, at least not near other people so I could kill them quietly!' I hoped father was listening.