AN Hey people! I am making this a full story. I hope everybody likes this chapter. Thanks to ccgnme for being the reviewer on my story. I don't own Supernatural (unfortunately because it's awesome), Twilight (Thank God. Yeah, not fussed on the books or the movies) or Rock Of Ages.

We finished our ghost problem and headed towards San Francisco, where people are having nightmares. Not unusual in another case but a hundred Stanford students have been having nightmares bad enough to go to a councillor and ten have been hospitalised because of the mental trauma the dreams caused. Not normal.

That was two days ago. Two days of Dean Winchester being on the edge. The man had something bugging him and wasn't offering to share, not that I would expect him to. It's eerie to think I have only known the guy for four days. I feel like we're old friends. I have started to become familiar with Dean's contradictory personality in the short time I have known him. He can be sweet but that pales in comparison with the amount of times I have wanted to bash his head in with a machete. Our first hunt was definitely started our partnership with a bang.

** TWO DAYS AGO **

We came to a halt in front of one of the most beautiful cars I have ever laid eyes on. She was in perfect condition with a glossy pitch black coat of paint that glistened in the afternoon sun. I could tell the car was an old style even with my lack of experience with cars. Anyone could see this car was well looked after. I gave a low whistle in admiration while running my hand along her smooth metal.

Suddenly, a larger hand smacked my hand away.

"Hey! Ouch, Dean! That hurt. Why do that?" I screeched, glaring at him while cradling my red, stinging hand.

"You screw up my car Beautiful, I'll kill you." His face is deadly serious.

I chuckle, "Like to see you try but I was just making goo goo eyes at the paint job." To emphasis my point I go back to staring at her. "What car is it anyways?"

"'67 Chevy Impala. Be careful with her." It seems that Dean is taken.

"Should I be worried, the love of your life is already interfering with our newly found friendship," I smile, enjoying teasing him. I get into the passenger seat beside Dean. "So, what are we doing 'bout this ghost?"

He looks at me. "What have you found out?" He questions.

"The basic stuff: Travis Richard is victim. Murdered age 15. Sister, Alison Richard, went missing earlier this year. He had close relationship with her apparently," I give him a meaningful look which he returns, "He was also the last one to see her. Average student. Not many friends. Then the strange stuff I learnt interviewing, his friends said he was very possessive and protective of his sister and just before his death, he kept telling anyone close to him that she was visiting him. I quote from his friend, 'He would stare into empty spaces for long periods of time then go really white in the face before running off. He also use to talk about Alison a lot, he was really torn up about her disappearance. Even kept the locket he gave her around his neck always. His eyes would flicker around a room when he walked into one. The weirdest part was he would tell me how he could feel Alison and how she was following him.' It sounds to me like we have a ghost but I was caught when I went to check out the house."

"Nice work, Captain obvious. Now all we have to do is search the house as I didn't get a chance to look at it either because I got caught trying to sneak into the house."

"How did you get caught?"

"Luckily at the time I decided to go do a sweep of the house, it was being searched by four cops."

I raise an eyebrow at him, "You didn't notice them."

He looked embarrassed, "They were being quiet and shit. Not to mention, they were on the other side of the house."

'Really?' My face asked. He just shrugged, turning away. The silence that followed was awkward. This lasted a few minutes before Dean brought out a box of cassettes.

"What are these? Cassettes? What period are you from?"

"Shut your pie hole Beautiful, driver picks the music and what the said music is played on." I grabbed one out if the box. It was labelled 'Led Zeppelin' in messy, quick script. "At least you have decent taste in music."

"Classic rock fan? I would peg you more for a Beyoncé and that type of crap." You can tell Dean is passionate about his music.

"Nah, use to like Debussy and that stuff but rock is more fitting."

Def Leppard, Rock Of Ages rung through the car as it blast from the radio. I sang along loudly and out of pitch.

"Rise up, gather round, rock this place to the ground

Burn it up, let's go for broke, watch the night go up in smoke."

Dean joins me in finishing the rest of the song,

"Rock on! Rock on!

Drive me crazier

No serenade, no fire brigade, just pyromania"

His voice is pitchy and we were out of tune but this is really some of the most fun I have had since... a long, long time. He looks at me smiling.

"If you hadn't agreed with my music choice, you wouldn't have last a week with me, Beautiful."

"See, its fate. We are destined to be friends. The same music tastes is the most important factor in any relationship."

The diner we stopped at was had a tacky '50s theme but sold decent food so it was perfect. I ordered safe with a burger while Dean was tapping his foot as he waited for his pie.

"Why are you getting so excited about pie?" Pie wasn't a favourite of mine. I would rather a burger or hotdog any day over it. Dean face quickly scrunched up into an offended look and held a hand to his chest, "Pie is the meal of all meals. You can't top pie."

"What on earth are you on? The burger is WAY better than stupid pie." "Actually pie is better because you can put basically anything in a pie and it will taste great, unlike burgers. Pie can also be breakfast, lunch and dinner." "Too bad pie will make you fat making you slow making you get killed by a demon. Burgers have vegetables making me the better hunter." This comment led to the fight escalating fast and both of us was yelling to prove their food was superior. Though no one technically won the fight, the classic yet timelessly delicious burger was still the better than the pie. When the meals finally arrived, Dean launched to eating his pie, filling his mouth and moaning. I took a huge bite of my burger, moaning like I was in the middle of an orgasm. It was on then, both of us got questioning stares as we tried to outdo each other; the moans louder and more sultry every round. The sky eventually fell dark. We hit the road.

The Impala rolled past the abandoned house smoothly. Dean and I scoped the area for cops. Spotting none, we climbed out of the car sufficiently armed. Back to back, we entered the house. Inside was decrepit. The roof was collapsing in on itself; floorboards were eaten away at revealing the ground below. We walked slowly, trying to make the least amount of noise possible.

That was until a crash was heard as I ran into a corner of a table hitting my leg sharply. "Mother fucker. Shit. That hurt," I cried before I whacked a hand across my own mouth. I bit my knuckles. Crap that hit a nerve. Dean was looking at me concerned. I ignored Dean; we had a job to do. Limping forward, I moved my head in a hurry gesture to Dean. He follows carefully behind me, watching my back. I moved into the main room in the house where Travis was killed. The frame work for the house was clearly visible and the room was filled with the stench of rotting human flesh.

The white sheet was vivid against the dark panelling. They hadn't moved the body yet which worked in the favour of the two hunters like us. Dean grabbed the sheet throwing it off to the side. Both our eyes then lingered on the gruesome, mangled body of the boy, stunned. The corpse was a horrifying sight. No wonder they didn't release pictures. He must have been tortured for hours. Words crisscrossed all exposed skin. Murderer, creep, freak, stalker, brother, incest... All words gorged into his flesh. Some carved deeply, some barely breaking the skin. I can imagine the burning pain he would of experienced before loosing too much blood and dying. The ghost is creative when it comes to vengeance. Dean lurches forward and grabs me as a girl with resemblance to the corpse in front of me comes through the wall parallel to us.

I quickly grab my gun, drawing confidence from it. I look to my right, Dean's in a similar position. I lock my eyes on her, observing. Travis' twin looks very much like him. Long dark hair flows past her waist, shadowing her pure black eyes. She moves soundlessly, a low male voice comes from her blue lips echoing in the empty space, "Ali, come on. A little further. Here is perfect. Don't you love this house; it's something straight out of a horror film." The next voice is higher pitched, "Travis, why did you drag me all the way out here? I don't like it here, I've told you that. It's creepy." Alison's ghost re-enacted the experience.

Travis' voice replies, "I didn't want any one interrupting or overheating us."

"Why?"

"Because I need to tell you how I feel about you."

"Travis!" Panic saturated Alison's voice, "You're scaring me. Please don't..." The air around us gets colder causing me to shiver and move closer to Dean.

"Don't worry Ali." Travis' voice cooed softly, "I love you. You love me too. We can be together." His voice is soft and loving, not what you would expect from a brother to a sister.

Sobs were now coming from Alison's ghost's lips. Incoherent whispers and pleas could be heard in between the cries, "No... Brother... Unnatural... Brother... Stop... Please... Stop... Never... No... No... NO!" Her terrified wimpers started then as her brother realised she was rejecting him.

"You led me on with the flirting; the beauty of your eyes, walking around the house in a towel and the tenderness and acceptance you treated me with. Then you reject me. You filthy slut. I will make you regret this. Make you see what could have happened if loved me." His voice had a menacing tone to it. His anger is uncontrollable in his voice.

The real screams started then, Alison's ghost screamed in agony and pure fear before a gurgle finished off the scene. Her story told Alison disappeared. I moved closer to Dean who seemed just as shaken as me. I can't believe I even referred to him as the victim. The sick, unstable bastard.

Dean snapped out of it first. "That son of a bitch." I couldn't help but let out the air I'd been holding in a loud huff at that. Trust Dean.

"The locket," I stated. Dean ripped the locket from around Travis's neck, drenching it with gasoline. I took a lighter from my pocket and set it aflame. It slowly smouldered into ashes.

I licked my chapped lips, "We have to burn down this house." We drenched the house in gasoline before rigging it blow up. Once a safe distance away, the house exploded. We left Pearson Street, leaving only ashes as our tracks.

We stopped at an affordable motel. We hadn't talked about the hunt instead deciding to sleep on it. We settled in opposite beds facing each other. Nightmares plagued me that night.

The next morning was as equally as silent as we scanned the Internet on my computer for the next hunt until we were back in the Impala heading to San Francisco.

"That was fucked up." Dean doesn't skip around anything does he?

"Tell me about it. What a psycho! I mean he deserved to die! Who does that to a girl? To their own sister! Fucking creep! I hope he rots in the hottest part of Hell." I ranted, letting out all my anger at the boy and sadness for Alison. Though she killed him, it seemed more than fair with what he put her through. I ran a hand through my mahogany hair in frustration. Heat pooled in my cheeks cooled as I regained my posture. Looking over the hunt, I realise how quickly over we got the job done. Together we were able to wrap up the hunt in twenty four hours. That was a quick hunt. "That hunt was a success, didn't wasn't?"

"Sure was, Beautiful."

"That means I'm sticking around for a while so you are going to have to," I poke teasingly at his arm. "Deal with me."

"That is fine with me," he agrees happily.

"I wasn't asking for your approval."

"Maybe not but you want it." A few moments silence before I break it, "Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"I like having you 'round..."

"You too, Beautiful. Only not when you're pissed, it's like you're like some crazy cat lady." I want to flip him in a way that will dislocate both the shoulder and elbow. I rein this desire in, settling on smacking him on the back of his head hard.

"But with how annoying you are, I'm not sure how long that's going to last."

"Pot meet kettle."

True. I nod to myself, I can be just as annoying as he is but I pretend to be offended. He then starts to tease me, I take everything in stride while dramatising my reactions. I eventually struggle to keep my eyes open, so I roll over to sleep after sending Dean one last sleepy smile. Just before I fall into the darkness my last thought is I predict lots fights in the near future...

A/N: Please review. Any comments are awesome. There wasn't action in this chapter but instead it was really creepy. I'm leaving it to you to come up with what you want about Alison's death. So, as you can see I'm making this into a multiple chapter story, which will eventually go into the supernatural series after I develop Dean's and Bella's relationship.

Faithindestiny xx