Disclaimer: Same as last chapter I don't own Supernatural

Warnings: swearing, violence

A figure scanned the front of the newspaper making sure they didn't miss any of the details. The figure was a male in his early twenties with spiked up dirty blond hair and deep green eyes. The newspaper described the murder and suicide of one family with only one survivor. It was the fourth family in the area that month that had done that, except that for the first time there was a survivor. This raised questions in the person but he decided he'd find them out soon enough. Pulling out a notebook he recorded some facts and wrote out a few theories. He walked into the office saying he was a detective that had been hired by the victim.

"You do know this is a closed case right?" the female secretary asked politely. "We have all the facts and everything. The mother killed the two sons and then killed herself."

"Bethany Turner wanted me to find out all she could about her mother and brothers. She asked to see if there were any substances or something that would make her mother do that," he explained.

"You aren't one of the detectives in our data base," the secretary told him. All the detectives in her data base had a picture and she knew most of them personally.

"I'm self-employed. I used to be in the police force in Arizona before I dropped out to start my own detective business," he replied.

"What is your name?" the secretary asked letting a seductive smile grace her lips. She had to admit he was a cute detective and she wouldn't mind getting to know him better.

"Dean Williams," he replied smoothly giving the secretary a wink. "You?"

"Claire Jones…"

They continued to flirt for awhile before Claire decided to give Dean as much information on the case as she could. Dean graciously took it but not before he got her number and promised to call and set up a date with her. Smiling to himself Dean read over the information while on his way to the car. He didn't really plan to call Claire but he might it depended on how things went.

According to the documents Maria Turner had most likely had a mental break down since there were no unusual substances in her system which made her violent and she shot her two sons in the head. When the daughter came home her pother pointed the gun at her face. Supposedly they talked before the mother committed suicide. The evidence proves that the mother killed herself since gunpowder was found on her sleeve and the blood pattern on the gun matched while no trace was found on the daughter. Neighbors who had heard the gunshots noted the police got there within fifteen to twenty minutes after the shot. 'This is even stranger…' Dean thought going over the information. He got into a 1967 Chevy Impala and thought out his next move. 'Okay I definitely need a motel to stay in first of all…then I can probably go talk to Bethany about what she knows...'

By the time Dean got a motel it was almost three in the afternoon. 'Since it's a Saturday she shouldn't be at school so unless she went out then she's home,' Dean assessed in his mind. 'Now who should I greet her as? A detective? Maybe…Reporter? Possible…" He went over the different disguises while he drove to the address of Bethany's new home. She had ended up in foster care when they couldn't reach her father for a week and unless her father claimed her in the next few months then she would most likely be officially adopted by Mark and Lynn Brenton.

Knocking on the front door Dean decided to go with a freelance reporter. A girl around the age of thirteen answered the door. She looked relatively bored as she stared at Dean with her grey-green eyes. Her short brown hair that was about chin length curled ever so slightly at the ends. "May I help you?" she asked politely hiding behind the door a bit. The door wasn't completely open and she appeared slightly cautious despite her bored expression.

"Ah yes, are you Bethany?" Dean inquired although he was sure that she was.

"I prefer to be called Beth," she replied.

"Okay…Beth, could I ask you a few questions?"

"I suppose you could…" Beth replied. "However since my 'parents' aren't home how about you come by another time and ask?" She used her fingers to quote parents which Dean knew was because they were her foster parents and not the real thing.

"Actually I was hoping that I could ask you a few of them now seeing as I'm here and all…" Dean told her. Beth stared at him for a few minutes like she was trying to find something hidden in him, and if it wasn't for his training then he would have squirmed. Opening the door completely and stepping back Dean figured she must have found something that was good in him.

"You can come in to talk it would probably be more comfortable," Beth stated which shocked him slightly. He was sure that she would refuse since most people didn't let strangers in after an intruder breaks into their home. Usually people are extra cautious like she had first been. Dean didn't want to question his luck so he followed behind her with his notes and pen within reach. "Would you like a pop? I mean soda…" Beth asked looking back at him.

"What do you have?" Dean responded.

"We have Diet Coke, Diet Dr. Pepper, Sprite, Root Beer, and Orange," Beth listed off. "Or we do have iced tea, milk, orange juice, and water."

"A glass of Root Beer please," Dean told her. Beth let a fond smile slip as she went to get him a glass. Dean looked around while she was gone. The house was a two-story and had a homey field with plenty of photographs covering the walls making it look like a picture out of a magazine. It didn't take long for Beth to come back with a glass of Root Bear and one of Orange for herself. She handed him his glass and lead him to the living room. Beth sat in the chair closest to the fire place allowing dean to take the couch that was closest to the door. "Thank you," he told her taking a sip.

"Your welcome," Beth responded automatically. "So what do you want to ask me?"

"I was wondering if you could tell me about what happened with your mother," Dean replied.

"Why would you like to know? For that matter who are you?"

"I'm Dean Williams and I'm a freelance reporter…"

"Bullshit," Beth stated. "If you're going to ask me questions then you better tell the truth."

"Why would I lie to you? My name is-"

"You seem to be a seasoned liar," Beth stated. Dean tried to deny what she was saying but she shook her head at his attempts. "I can tell what your saying is a lie. As far as I can tell you're not a bad person but if I'm to tell you anything about what happened then you better tell the truth. Starting with your name…"

"My name is Dean Winchester," Dean replied.

"That's a good start," Beth stated with a small smile. "Now why do you want to know what happened?"

"I'm investigating this area for similar happenings…"

"Because…?" Dean was really starting to get frustrated but he didn't show it. Even though he didn't show it Beth seemed to pick up on it somehow. "I know this is annoying you but if you tell me why then I'll tell you everything I know." Dean debated whether that was a good idea or not. His father had always told him rule number one was that you don't tell anyone about what they did. Also she might not believe him if he did tell her even though she seemed to be able to pick up when he was lying. Finally he sighed and gave up.

"I think something supernatural went down here judging by the MO and how many families were murdered by a family member before they committed suicide within the last month." Dean told her rocking back on his heals waiting for her to deny what he said.

"Supernatural as in ghosts, and werewolves, and other such things?"

"Yes…"

"That does make a bit of sense actually…"

"What?" Dean asked incredulously.

"After my mom committed suicide…black smoke came out of her body," Beth told him. "I watched it leave the house."

"Tell me all that you know," Dean demanded. He had never had a witness who was so cooperative with him even if at first she had been slightly difficult.

"I got home around the usual time and set my bags on the floor. After a couple steps I heard the click of a gun and looked up to see someone who looked like my mom holding a gun to my face…They were using her right arm to point it which was impossible. My mother had nerve damage in her right arm and couldn't hold anything steady with it let alone a gun. We bantered back and forth mostly with me asking who they were. Then the next thing I know she pointed the gun at her own head and pulled the trigger. I was speechless and upset, but I called the police anyways when I noticed the black smoke coming up from my mom's replica's mouth and nose. Everyone thinks that my mom had some sort of psychotic breakdown and killed my brothers."

"I'm sorry about your loss…but what you said does help me decide what did it," Dean told her comfortingly.

"What is it?"

"A demon, but I'm not sure what kind or why it targeted those specific women."

"I can probably give you some information on the other families. This is a small community and most people know one another very well. A lot of them are into each other's businesses. Maybe I could help you out a bit more?" Beth offered. "I know this community very well…I wouldn't get in the way either!"

"If you want to I wouldn't say no…" Dean told her.

"Okay! Although you should probably go since my 'parents' will be back soon."

"Are they that overprotective of you?"

"That's not exactly it…they would call the cops on you though of that I'm certain. Even if I said I knew you they would still call the cops and think you made me say that," Beth stated. Dean winced not wanting the police to come and get him.

"I guess I'll go then," Dean said standing up. "Anyways here's my number so you can call me. If something bad happens, or if you want to call to meet up so you can give me the information then just give me a ring."

"Aye, aye captain," Beth said giving a mock salute. Dean chuckled at that and waved goodbye. It had been very interesting meeting Beth but he wondered why the demon let her live. As far as he could tell there was nothing overly special about her. She had accepted the supernatural creatures pretty easily though which had surprised him. He headed to one of the bars in town with these thoughts in mind and ordered himself a cheeseburger with extra onions and fries. One of the waitresses flirted with him which he responded to in turn. Dean had a pretty decent night especially when the waitress, Cindy, got off her shift. When he went back to the motel room he was alone having already bid Cindy goodnight.

As soon as he got up Dean got into the shower and checked over his notes from the previous day. Beth's statement had really helped him narrow down his theories to a demon. It seemed like the demon was targeting families of about four to five people usually with the mother. He was about to get up and go to breakfast when his phone began to rink. Checking the caller ID Dean noticed it was an unknown number. Flipping his phone open he decided that was the only way to find out who it was. "Hello?" he answered.

"Did I wake you up?" the voice of Bethany asked apologetically.

"Naw I was already awake," Dean assured her. "I was about to head out for breakfast though."

"Really? I know a good place to eat!"

"Where?"

"Rudy Jay's. It's a diner on Center Avenue."

"Thanks," Dean told her. "Oh! Yeah, why did you call this early? Must be important."

"Not really…and well my 'parents' will be going to church in an hour and I said that I had to meet a friends soon, so I figured I'd call and see if I could set up a time so I could give you the information I have," Beth replied.

"That'd be great," Dean told her. "How about I pick you up and you can tell me what you want at the restaurant."

"Okay. I'll tell my 'parents' that you're my friends older brother who's come to pick me up. What kind of car should I look out for?"

"1967 Chevy Impala."

"I'm not much of a car person…I mean seriously I'm a thirteen year old girl. What would I know about cars? Just tell me what color it is."

"Black," Dean replied.

"Thanks. See ya soon!" Beth told him before shutting off the phone. Dean flipped his shut and chuckled at how Beth phrased things. She was only thirteen but she was already sarcastic and witty. 'Kind of like how Sam was at that age…' Dean thought somewhat sadly. He drove over to Beth's house blaring AC DC as loud as he could. A few minutes after he parked he was about to get out and knock on Beth's door when she came out waving. "Thanks for picking me up!" Beth said opening the door to the back seats.

"Not a problem," Dean told her. "It's kind of nice to get more than tidbits from someone." Beth rolled her eyes and then froze suddenly. Dean noticed this and was about to ask why when she spoke.

"Could you turn of the music please?" she asked in a polite voice. "Hells Bells" by AC DC was playing on the cassette player.

"Is something wrong with my music?" Dean asked slightly offended. No one messed with his songs no matter who they were. They were classic.

"Not really…" Beth replied. "It's just that my older brother, Joseph, liked listening to them…" Dean felt kind of like an ass after she said that so he turned off the music.

"Crap…um I didn't know…"

"How could you? You're not psychic," Beth said snorting. "And really it just will take awhile before I can listen to them again…They are a good band. Joseph made sure that I had 'good taste in music' ever since I was little."

"Sounds like he was a good older brother."

"He was. Both of my brothers were."

It was starting to get to chick flicky for him so Dean didn't' comment further and the conversation ended. Every few minutes Dean would look back in the rear view mirror to check on Beth who was looking sadly out the window. Luckily they arrived at Rudy Jay's before the silence became awkward. Walking into the diner Dean had to admit it was pretty nice and his kind of place. The diner had neon signs, some guitars, and comic book characters on the walls framed. "Beth! How are you?" one of the waitresses asked coming towards them. She had brown hair held up in a pony tail and doe brown eyes. Dean looked her up and down and had to admit she was cute but underage.

"I'm fine," Beth replied. "Thanks for the concern Julie, but Dean and I came here to eat breakfast." Julie glanced at Dean.

"Oh? So you're on a date?" Julie asked smiling at Beth.

"Naw he's a friend of Joseph's from Michigan," Beth replied rolling her eyes. "He came down for the funeral and offered me breakfast since we're like siblings." Julie's face fell at the mention of Joseph and she looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry I didn't-"

"Julie, I'm not that fragile. I'm not going to have a breakdown in the middle of the restaurant because you mentioned my brother's name and you really don't need to apologize. It's okay, I'm fine, now can we please get a booth?" Needless to say Julie quickly led them to their booth and asked what they would like to drink. Beth got some apple juice while Dean ordered a Root Beer.

"Why'd you say I was from Michigan?" Dean asked making sure no one else around them heard.

"Originally my family and I were from Michigan," Beth explained. "We didn't move here until I was twelve."

"So what can you tell me about the families?" Dean asked getting straight to the point. He wanted to figure out what was happening as soon as possible and hopefully prevent it from happing again.

"Well there was the Jacobson's, Patterson's, and Casey's. Kenneth, my other older brother, was friends with the Patterson's son Zach. Amy his mother and the supposed murderer was a dainty little thing. She would never harm her family and would feel extremely guilty in doing so even if she had no control," Beth began talking. Dean took a few notes and both stopped when Julie came back with their drinks. They then ordered breakfast, Beth getting the blueberry pancakes and bacon, while Dean ordered the meat lovers platter that included bacon, ham, and sausage with a side of eggs and toast.

"So you're saying Amy wouldn't have done it otherwise?" Dean questioned when Julie left.

"Yes, I knew he really well and we both would run the annual bake sale together."

"Annual bake sale?"

"Yes."

"You don't seem like you'd be a baker…"

"I know but I really am. Anyways like I said we knew each other well enough. I also vaguely knew Debby and Sarah or Mrs. Jacobson and Mrs. Casey. Debby was the assistant librarian so I saw her on occasion. It was a known fact she was a strict Catholic and volunteered at the animal shelter every Thursday. Sarah was one of the 'gossip girls' which was a group of older women who met at Shirley's Hair Salon every weekend to talk. Even though she was constantly gossiping she was still polite and was known for helping strangers on occasion," Beth informed him.

"So all these women were good women who would never do that sort of thing?" Dean asked wanting Beth to clarify.

"Pretty much. My mother was one of them. She was also one of the town's nicest women."

"Usually demons go after people with sins or some evil in them…" Dean muttered to himself.

"Well it's not like they were perfect," Beth told him. "Amy liked to take some money from the bake sales for herself. She was greedy when it came to money but no one really noticed that. Debby had a bit of a drinking problem and not casual drinking it was hardcore. Lynn while married had a couple different affairs that her husband never knew about and mom…she lied to protect us and would a bit of money to help feed us…" Dean could tell it was probably really hard for Beth to tell him about her mother.

"Thank you for giving me this information," Dean told her. Beth waved his gratitude away like it was nothing.

"Its okay I wanted to help," Beth told him. "Could I help in any other way?"

"Well I don't really want you on the actual hunt since it'll be very dangerous…"

"I know that, but this demon took my family and will probably take more families if it's not stopped. Besides…I should be dead."

"What?"

"The demon pointed the gun at my forehead. It was planning to kill me yet it didn't. I should be dead right now. It could be planning to kill me right now, because I doubt it's just going to let me go for no reason," Beth pointed out. Dean could see what she meant. Demons usually didn't let people live unless they felt like torturing them at a later date or unless they had plans for them.

Their meals came a few minutes later so they focused on their food not wanting to break the silence first. Neither of them talked to each other until they got back into the Impala and Beth suggested she could be bait for the demon. Dean shot down the idea right away not wanting to let the risk of her possibly getting killed increase. She pointed out that the demon would probably be after her anyways so they might as well use her. Reluctantly he had to agree with her even if he didn't like it, and they began planning their next move. Dean made sure everything was concrete while Beth made suggestions for back up plans in case it didn't go according to plan. By the time noon hit they were completely prepared.

Beth walked down the street two days later gong over her plans for the next day. She was planning on making a homemade apple pie and giving some to Dean. After a few blocks Beth felt that someone was following her. Turning her head slightly she saw a guy who looked to be in his early twenties following her. Leaning forward she began to sprint away going through the back alleys and side paths to throw them off. The guy tackled her from behind and sent them both tumbling. He landed on her back but flipped her around so she was facing him. "Get off of me," Beth demanded.

"Shut up," the man told her using his weight to hold her down better. Beth struggled against him until he was only over her hips. Using the heels of her feet she hooked them around the man's shoulders and pulled him back, mostly do to his shock. Quickly Beth scrambled up and began running with the man trailing right behind her. Smiling Beth saw Dean out of the corner of her eye.

Not long after Beth paused the man ran right into the trap that had been set up. He passed over it and almost seemed confused when he couldn't move. "Gotcha demon scum," Dean said happily. He turned to face Beth with concern written clearly across his face. "You doing alright Beth?"

"Fine. Just a few bruises here and there," she replied.

"Nothing to serious?"

"Nope."

The demon growled at the exchange between Dean and Beth. He had been so sure that he could get her, not knowing she had a Hunter with her. "Let me go," the demon demanded. This was not how he had planned it would go. Beth had seemed like an easy enough prey with a bit of guts he had to admit but he thought that would make it more fun.

"Why should I?" Dean snorted. "If I let you go you would just cause even more trouble." The demon looked at Beth and tried to appear remorseful.

"Let me out of the trap and I can give you back your family," it told her.

"So you can give me back my family in perfect health, no strings attached, they'll be exactly as they were? And you wouldn't double cross me, or allow them to die to soon?" Beth asked raising an eyebrow. Dean looked at her hoping she wasn't about to do what the demon said while the demon readily agreed with her. "Bullshit. You're lying. I know you can't do that." Dean looked relieved but realized he should have known Beth would say that.

"Well then let's exorcise this bitch," Dean announced before reading the Latin exorcism not faltering as the demon screamed and cursed. Beth watched as the demon pleaded and screamed some more before black smoke erupted and disappeared. They both stood there and watched as the body of the possessed man seemed to adjust to the changes. It surprised them that the guy was alive at all. Dean still helped the guy answer a few questions and led him away. It had been a good day and Beth was glad their plan had worked and now the demon was exorcised. Giving a short wave to Dean, Beth went home.

It was ten in the morning as Beth ran to Dean's motel room. He was staying at Sunny Acres, which was ancient and needed work done, but not for long. Dean was planning to leave that day 'if he hasn't left already,' Beth reminded herself. Seeing the Impala parked in the parking lot comforted her. Knocking on room 108 Beth held her breath. After Dean had exorcised the demon he had told her where he was staying in case she wanted to say goodbye in person. She knocked on the door a few more times before Dean answered, "What?" He blinked when he noticed it was her. "Oh, Beth. Nice to see ya I was just about to leave…"

"I know I just wanted to give you something before you left," Beth replied.

"What?" he asked until Beth held up a container. Inside was a freshly made, homemade apple pie crust and all. Delicately Dean took the gift.

"I made it all by myself early this morning."

"Apple pie is my favorite! Thanks!" Dean exclaimed wide eyed.

"Your welcome…It was also my brother Kenneth's. Today he would have been turning sixteen years old…I had planned to make one anyways in honor of his memory so I though I might as well give it to you," Beth told him shrugging.

"I'm sure it tastes great," Dean told her.

"Thank you."

"Well…I have to go soon there's a case in Idaho I need to check out….but you be careful and call any time you want."

"Don't worry I will." Beth gave Dean a brief hug before leaving. Dean watcher her go somewhat sadly. He had already grown close to her in the short time he knew her. She reminded him of his family and her personality made him laugh.

"Goodbye," he whispered hoping he would see her again.

TBC!

I hope you like it so far…Please leave a review so I know what to improve! Oh and for future references there will be no Dean/OC I'm not doing that. Next chapter should be up soon! Bye!