Author's Note: Thanks to all who tuned in to the first chapter! Hope you enjoy this one as well.
"Dean, turn off the Metallica and focus. According to the news, as of this morning there was another death. Near Council Bluffs." Sam said scanning the newspaper he had picked up at the gas station about an hour ago when they had left for Bobby's.
Dean rolled his eyes and turned down the music. "Same as before?" he asked, referring to the deaths of the other men.
"Looks like it." Sam sighed, and closed the newspaper. "Hey, speaking of, who do you think Bobby meant when he said he had found someone who could help?"
Dean shrugged while looking in the rearview mirror as he was switching lanes to turn into Bobby's property. "Who knows. Probably another old geezer hunter."
The two brothers found a spot to park the Impala in front of Bobby's house. They exited the car and walked up to the front of the ranshacked old house and knocked. After about five seconds, Bobby Singer answered the door.
"'Bout time you two idjits showed up. Took you long enough." said the old man closing the door behind the two Winchesters.
Before the two boys could say anything, a young woman came through the kitchen. She looked oddly familiar, but Dean couldn't put a finger on it. And that was when it hit him. It was the pretty bartender waitress from the night before.
"Boys. Meet my niece, Aubrey." Bobby said in his gruff voice.
Niece? Needless to say, this shocked both the Winchesters. Bobby wasn't one to talk about family in general. Much less, his own actual blood related relatives. The brothers had honestly just always assumed he didn't have any. Or any he still communicated with anyway.
Dean gulped. "Niece, huh?" he said forcing a cordial smile.
Before he could give away that he knew of the girl, she walked over to the boys and shook both of their hands. She had a bit of an amused look in her eye.
"Aubrey Singer. Nice to meet you." she giving both of their hands a firm shake. She spoke with a feminine raspy voice. She had a look in her eye that told them she remembered them, but agreed it was best to not let Bobby know Dean had attempted to hook up with his niece the night before. Speaking of, she was still as pretty as Dean had remembered her the night before. She wore a fitted dark green shirt and she was wearing her dark brown hair straight.
"So, Aubrey." Sam said clearing his throat. "What exactly do you know?" he asked referring to the case.
"I may or may not have seen that man get slaughtered while walking home from work. Seemed a little fishy when the assailent turned into him." she said, still staring Dean at with an indifferent look in her eyes. "Sounded like Uncle Bobby's type of thing."
"Aubrey's mother is my sister. Her father hunted with your father and I for a while." Bobby said.
"So you know all about this kind of thing then?" Dean asked her.
She gave a quick little chuckle. "Mostly."
"So, where's your father now, Aubrey?" Sam inquired.
She rolled her eyes and gave another quick chuckle. An annoyed one. "Oh, you know. Deadbeat dad had better things to do. Left me and my mom years ago. Who knows where he is now." she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Sam said sincerely.
She shrugged. "It was a long time ago. Sorry about your's by the way." she said referring to John. Bobby must have filled her in.
"Thanks." Dean said.
"Well, I got a body to bury out back. Caught one of them ghouls last night. You two can take Aubrey out front and teach her how to deal with these sonsabitches." Bobby said, and left to go bury the body of whatever monster he had killed this time.
Once he had left, Aubrey spoke up again. "SO, you two are the Winchester boys." she stated, amused.
Dean ran a hand through his hair. "Look uh, Aubrey. I'm sorry about last night-"
"Don't worry about it." she said, shrugging it off with a slight smile.
"So, have you ever hunted before?" Sam asked, raising an eyebrow. She was quite petite, and by the sounds of it, Bobby expected the boys to bring her along when they took care of whatever this was.
"I've done my own thing here and there. Nothing like this though." she said.
"What makes you think we should bring you along when we take care of this?" Dean asked her.
She shrugged. "Guess you'll have to figure that out for yourself."
"Okay, now aim at the target, a little above it and-"
A shot rang out and interrupted Dean. Aubrey hadn't waited for him to finish, and had fired the bullet straight at the target. Bullseye. She lowered the rifle and turned to the older Winchester.
"Like that?" she asked.
He stared at the target, looking a little shocked. "Um, well yeah." he said.
She lowered the rifle and turned around to face the older Winchester. They met eyes, and Aubrey realized how green his eyes were.
"That's only scratching the surface though." Dean said, grabbing the rifle from her. "How do you get to a demon?"
She hesitated. "I don't know. Exorcise it or something?"
"Salt keeps them away, and iron wards them off until we can do just that." Dean said, walking over to the trunk of the Impala. He pulled out a silver blade. "And this, kills the sonofabitch."
Aubrey looked at the blade, and then back at Dean. His entire demeanor had changed from the night before . He was all seriousness when it came to this kind of stuff. In a way, it reminded her of her father. He had never hesitated to warn her about what was really out there.
"Guys! Come here, I think I found something." Sam called from the spot in the grass he was sitting in, reading something off his laptop.
Dean returned the blade to it's compartment and shut the door of the trunk. He and Aubrey walked over to Sam.
"Get this. According to this news article, all these men who were killed, were all traced back to dating the same girl." Sam said looking fascinated.
"So what is this? Some psycho ex girlfriend going around eating her high school sweethearts?" Dean asked.
"It's worth looking into." Sam said, closing his laptop.
"So you think it's this ex-girlfriend that's the ghoul thing?" Aubrey asked.
"That doesn't explain why it's been playing dress up with the dead victims." Dean said.
"Well there's only one way to find out." Sam said. "We go talk to the people who think they talked to the dead guys. Starting with the most recent one."
"Gertrude Polymer." Aubrey stated, staring at the fake ID Dean had just printed out for her.
"Gotta have yourself a good FBI alter ego." Dean stated, and gave her a wink. He couldn't help but continue to want to look at her. She was very attractive.
"How do you guys get away with this all the time? And couldn't you have given me a better name? Agent Polymer? Really?" she complained.
"Just put the damn thing on." Dean said. "Oh, and wear something professional. It's gotta be believable." he added.
She rolled her eyes. "Right." she muttered.
The two Winchester boys and Aubrey walked up to the front door of Tracey McFallon, the woman who had supposedly spoken to the latest victim; her husband Larry. One hour after he was found dead, half eaten in the middle of the street. The two brothers were dressed in their usual FBI suits, while Aubrey felt very out of place in a black blouse, pencil skirt, and black heels. Her hair was up in a sophisticated looking updo.
"Alright go for it, sweetheart." Dean said, indicating for Aubrey to ring the doorbell. She took a deep breath and went to ring it. She was nervous. People who were caught impersonating Feds never received light consequences.
Seconds later, a woman answered the door. She looked like a mess, and had obviously been crying. She sniffed. "I've already talked to the police."
"We know, ma'am." Sam said. "We're very sorry for your loss, there's just a few questions we need to ask you.
She hesitated.
"Standard procedure." Dean added.
Tracey wiped her eyes and opened the door further, indicating for the threesome to come in.
"Have a seat." she said, guesturing toward the couch in the middle of the room. The three fake FBI agents sat down, with Aubrey in the middle.
"So we understand you think you spoke with your husband after he was found dead." Sam stated in a professional tone.
"Think? I know I did. That was my Larry." Tracey said, and began to cry again. Aubrey gave her a nervous sympathetic look and handed her a box of tissues.
"What did you two discuss? Anything out of the ordinary?" Dean asked, less sympathetic.
She sniffled again. "No, I don't think so. We just reminisced a bit, and then he went up to bed. Minutes later I got a call saying he was found dead."
"What were you reminiscing about, Mrs. McFallon?" Sam asked, reaching out to touch her hand.
"I don't see how that matters." she said, and continued to blow her nose in the tissue Aubrey had handed her.
"Just answer the questions ma'am and we'll leave you alone to uh, grieve." said Dean. Aubrey turned to him and nudged him, giving him a look saying "dude, more sympathy".
Tracey let out an exhasperated breath. "He started telling me about one of his ex-girlfriends from years ago. He said he felt guilty about how things ended. Basically called himself an ass." she said.
"And you thought there was nothing strange about that at all?" Dean asked, sounding a little irritated, earning him a stomp on the foot from Aubrey.
"Who was this ex-girlfriened, Mrs. McFallon?" Aubrey spoke up and asked.
The woman sniffled. "Her name was Lily Travona. They dated in high school, here in Council Bluffs. I don't see how that matters though I just-"
"Thank you for your time, Mrs. McFallon. I think we've covered just about everything we need to." Sam said standing up to shake her hand. Dean and Aubrey stood up as well.
The three made their way out the front door and back to the black Chevy Impala. Once they had begun driving on the highway, Aubrey spoke up from the back seat.
"So what's next?" she asked.
"We find this Lily Travona." Dean answered.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Review and tell me what you think so far! More chapters coming very soon.
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-Zaya