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"So are you two staying?" Clare questioned.

"If it's all right with you." Dean stated.

Clare laughed, "Of course, a friend of Sarah's is a friend of mine." as She bid the three goodnight Clare walked into the kitchen to feed Ashley.


Chapter Two: Bad Luck:

The next day Dean awoke and took a quick shower before going to wake Sam up. When he opened Sam's door her wasn't there, so he went down stairs and found him eating breakfast. "Hey ever thought of waking me up?" Dean questioned.

Sam smiled, "Not really." Dean then saw Sam's eyes.

"Sleep any?"

Sam shook his head putting his fork down. "I kept having nightmares last night. . . and no not Jess. . ." he sighed, "it was a small girl that was afraid of the dark, but that was it."

"Anyone from Sarah's file?"

"No, I think it was from the past though."Sam threw the rest of his food away.

Dean pulled out a bag of M&M's and ate some as the went into the den where Sarah was with a couple of fifteen year olds and weapons on a table. "Now I don't want to see a gun or knife in your possession. If police comes by it's my ass. The only thing I trust with you are cross bows. Here's your amulets, that you are to keep with you are all times, same with the Holy Water. Here's an iron cross and iron Arrows. Rock salt, matches, and a small thing of kerosene."

"Are we allowed to tape it?" Sarah rolled her eyes hearing the one boy ask that..

"We're trying to save kids." she said sternly, "fine, you're lucky I have a normal camera and an infer red cam, EMF detector, a EVP not that we need it, and a recorder."

"Damn girl. . . think you have enough stuff?" Dean questioned.

"Yeah, oh! These two are Tom and Keith, and this is Dean and Sam." Sarah replied as she turned to the door, "Just grab what you think you may need and lets get going." she left.

Sam looked at Dean, "What's wrong with her?"

Dean rose an eyebrow, "Do I look like a mind reader?"

Sam rolled his eyes, "She's your girlfriend, go and ask."

Dean nodded as he exited, to find Sarah messing around with a bed of a truck. "Sarah what's up?"

She slightly jumped, and Dean stared at her wondering what was making her so jumpy, "Nothing Dean why?" she turned to him and he saw the same look on her as Sam had on his face.

"How much sleep did you get?" he crossed his arms, she sighed. "Sare. . . just tell me. . ."

"Three hours." she muttered

"For how many days?"

"For the past month. . ."

"Why? Did you have nightmares or. . ." Dean started.

"No." she lied, rather quickly, "I just wanted to get the stupid demon. . ."

"No excuse for lack of sleep Sarah. . ." Dean's eyes softened, "Wanna get some sleep?"

She shook her head, "No. . . but thanks anyway. . ." Dean grabbed her arm gently

"I may not like Chick-Flick moments, but mind you I'm here for you." Sarah laughed.

She then bit her lip, "Yeah, and I love ya for it too. . ."she then paused, hearing music. "Do you hear what I hear?"

Dean looked around and also heard music and nodded "It's coming from you're truck. . ."

Sarah walked around the truck and opened the door, the music stopped. She turned to Dean, "I can't believe it! The truck is brand new and it's all ready hunted!" Dean smirked.

"Do you want your truck blessed Miss Sarah?" he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, as the group came out of the house.

Sarah rolled her eyes knowing what he was thinking, and there was no way she would in her new haunted truck, "No Dean, we got company."

"Damn. . ." He sighed, and she gave a small laugh.

"So when are we heading out?" Keith asked in a small voice as if he didn't like to talk.

"Right now, so you two hop in the truck." Sarah nodded, and looked at Dean, "You two can follow. . ." She got in her Toyota Tacoma truck. Dean and Sam got in the Chevy Impala.

"So what's up with Sarah?" Sam questioned.

Dean scratched his head turning the ignition on, "She's like you Sammy, lack of sleep. . ." they followed Sarah's truck out. "What's up with you?"

"It's just. . . something doesn't feel right about Keith. . ." Sam started ignoring the nickname.

Dean tapped the steering wheel a couple of times, "You know Sam, not everyone is half demon like Stephan. . ."

"I know Dean. . . just doesn't seem right. . ."

"Well Sarah trusts him. . ." Dean started, as Sam opened his mouth, "And she trusted Stephan. . . what I mean is that not everyone that we'll meet will be evil. . . what the hell does this girl think she's doing?" they watched as the truck swerved a bit and stopped. They pulled over just in time to see Sarah get out of the car looking pissed. They then got out.

"You stupid excuse for a damn truck!" she kicked the rim of the tire. Sam glanced at the boys and they looked like they were frightened of Sarah at the present time. Dean grabbed her and pulled her away from the truck, "Dean let me go I wanna kick the truck's ass!"

Dean was amused more or less at her antics. "Save the ass kickin' for the demon." he gently shook her to make her look at him, "Do you have a spare tire?"

Sarah ran her hand through her hair, looking frustrated. "Yes, but no jack. . ."

Dean pulled her over to Sam, "You calm her down, I'll replace the tire."

Sam only nodded, though he felt like he got the bad end of the deal., "Ah. . . take deep breaths, think of something pleasant. . ."

Sarah crossed her crossed her arms, "Sam, there isn't anything pleasant about my life. I've been hunting demons since I was old enough to drive, my brother decided to drop out of school, my new truck is haunted and the tire blew. What's pleasant about that?"

Sam blinked at her in disbelief. "Well, I don't know about that but I do know the sooner we get rid of this boogeyman, the sooner you and Dean can have some along time."

Sarah opened her mouth a couple of times contemplating what he said, then smiled, "I guess that's pleasant. . ." Sam laughed.

Meanwhile Dean got the old tire off and started to put the new one on, when Tom stuck his head out the drivers side window, "You're Dean right?"

"Yeah. . ." Dean grunted as the new tire on, and used the tire iron to put the lug nuts back on.

"How long have you been haunting demons?" Tom questioned, as Keith looked at his brother with curiosity.

"About fourteen years give or take. . ." Dean replied tightening the last nut to look up and spot the teen's eyes widen, Dean smirked, in satisfactory. "I hunted with my dad."

"Your old. . ." Tom muttered, as Dean let the jack down and looked at him.

"What did you say?"

Tom wiggled back into the truck "nothing. . ."

"Thought so." Dean stated as he walked over to Sam and Sarah. "So is Anger Management still in session?"

"Yeah we're fine. . ."Sam started, as he shut his eyes, and put his hand to his head.

"Sam. . ." Dean said wearyingly, but it went unanswered.

Flashes went on inside Sam's head as he saw a girl running in a house, looking behind her Sam could see her albino hair and scared blue eyes, as she wove throughout the hallways of a house, as a shadow followed closely.

"Over here Jen!" came a child's voice as the girl went into a room and shut the door, looking around Sam saw a tall oak tree outside the window. . .

"Sam!" Dean gently shook his brother.

"The girl. . . Jen, is hiding in a room from something, there were others and a tall oak." Sam stated looking at Sarah.

She only nodded, knowing he saw something. "We better hurry up then. . ." she then looked around, "Never mind we're here."

Dean was confused "What are you talking about?"

Sarah pointed up the wooded hill, "It's right over there. . ." She then opened the tailgate of her truck and took out a few good size bags, then opened the passenger door, "Get out you two we're walking. . ."

"Why? Didn't Dean fix the tire?" Tom questioned, as Keith jumped out without any complaint.

"Yeah well apparently it ain't that far now." Dean said as Tom and Keith took their bags off of Sarah.

"You two better have your amulets on." She warned.

"Yeah Yeah, we know what we're doing." Tom smirked as they walked up the hill.

"Watch it or it'll be the last time I ask for your help." Sarah glared, Dean and Sam kept quiet, until the house came into view, and immediately Sam saw the Oak Tree.

"There! The second floor!" Sarah nodded at Sam, as Dean sighed.

"Then what? We go into the room and hide till the girl shows up?" he scratched his head.

"Dusk. . . Demons come to play." Keith muttered, as everyone stared at him.

"He's right Dean, most activity goes on at night."Sam nodded, "So I guess we do have to wait."

"Vigilant. . ." Keith also added, as he looked at the old house, and walked over to a window looking in.

Tom patted his back, "You'll get a better view on the inside." Slowly Sarah let the boys into the house and locked the door behind her unaware of what they'd find that night.