DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. Eric Kripke does :'(

A/N: Don't like the plot or character pairings, then don't read this fic. This is before Deanmon but this is non canon as to the original story line, so I'm making this story my own. But the Man of Letter's bunker is still part of the story. Kevin isn't dead, neither is Bobby.

WORD COUNT: 1, 082


CHAPTER 2:

LET'S TALK.


3 days had passed before Sam was called. "Hello?" He answered, rising from his place in his twin bed, in the dingy motel they stayed at, the other held his brother, who woke at the ringing sound.

"Hi, is this Special Agent Young?" A familiar young female voice answered from the other end of the line.

Althea.

"Uh, yes. It is. Is this Althea Kennedy I'm speaking to?" Dean instantly rose, and looked at his little brother.

'Is it her?' Dean mouthed, looking at Sam with wide eyes.

Sam waved Dean away irritated with his big brother's antics.

"Yeah, it is. Lucy has calmed down, she's ready to answer any questions you may have about Johnny." Althea said and Sam could just hear a soft sniffling. It was obviously Lucy.

The younger Winchester looked at the elder and nodded and Dean rocketed forward, sifting through his clothes to pull on his monkey suit.

"We will be there in an hour." Sam said, ended the call and followed Dean, getting dressed. "What's got you so excited?" Sam already knew but he wanted it confirmed.

"We got this son of a bitch in the bag now." Dean said without looking at his little brother. Sam grinned, his suspicions confirmed.

(..)

"Hi, come on in." Althea said as she opened the door wide for the men to file in.

"Thank you, Miss Kennedy." Sam said and smiled graciously. Dean just nodded, his eyes roaming all over her face.

"Uh," she shifted her gaze from Dean and then to Sam and smiled awkwardly back. "Just Althea, please. Or Allie. Whichever suits." Althea closed the door behind her and sat beside Lucy and gestured for the men to sit on the couch across, which they did.

"Now, Miss Yorkshire, can you tell us anything about Johnny Tailor? Did he have any enemies? Did he have any weird affiliations?" Dean asked, not particularly gentle about his way of interviewing and was earned a glare from Sam. Althea turned her head and her hazel eyes blazed with anger, yet her facial expression never changed, which made Dean that much more uncomfortable.

Doesn't she remember him?

"Of course, we don't expect you to answer every question. We'll go at any pace you prefer." Sam reassured and Lucy nodded, wiping her fresh tears with a tissue.

"W-well," Lucy began, "he was great at IT. He didn't have any family, he was an orphan. But he was such a sweet guy. He never treated me wrong and he loved me a-and I loved him too." Lucy held in her sobs and Althea tightened her hold, rocking her back and forth to soothe her. Dean had a soft smile on his face as he watched Althea's soft side. Lucy composed herself and continued, "he was amazing."

"Do you know if he had any enemies or people that were out to get him?" Sam asked gently.

Lucy and Althea looked at each other. "He was a bit of a geek and passionate about his video games." Althea answered. "A lot of the popular boys liked to pick on him, but I doubt they'd kill him for that." Althea stopped and looked horrified.

"What is it?" Dean asked, leaning forward, but Althea didn't answer. Even Lucy looked away, closing her eyes in anguish. "Althea, if there is something you know, we need to know. We need to catch this guy." Dean prompted and Althea turned to look at Dean.

"You spoke earlier of any weird affiliations, yeah?" Althea asked and both Dean and Sam straightened.

"What about it?" Dean asked.

"He was pretty big into Black Magic, of course he never really practiced it. It was mostly just because he wanted to seem cool for Lucy. He was also a hacker, he'd do some stuff for some students for money." Althea revealed. "You don't think. ."

"Anything's possible, Althea. I believe we have all the information we need. Thank you." Dean and Sam rose to leave, but Althea was quicker.

"I'm coming with." Althea spoke up and a shocked look crossed on both Sam and Dean's faces.

"Uh, no your not." Dean said, his voice full of authority and danger.

"Oh, I am. Because without my help, you will never find out who these people are. Johnny was my friend and I'm not going to sit idly by and let the Feds," She said the last word with an accusing tone as she looked at Dean, before her eyes flitted between the both of them, "do some half-assed job of trying to find the killer." Althea growled, putting her hands on her hips and her chest flared out.

Dean's heart thudded in his chest. The girl he held in his arms, who clung to him as the werewolves made their move, was a beautiful young woman, who stood up to him and wouldn't back down.

Sam hid a small grin as a faint redness took over his brother's cheeks.

"You walk behind us and you stay quiet. We do the talking. We tell you to run, you run. We tell you to hide, you hide. You understand me?" Dean growled, looking down at her and her impressive chest and flared out hips.

Althea grinned and turned to Lucy who smiled sadly. Althea walked to her and pulled her best friend into a tight hug. "I'll call Sophie and see if she can stay with you while I'm gone. We'll find this guy Lulu. I promise."

"You're a treasure, Allie. I know we will, too bad we couldn't have your dream man." Both girls giggled, yet Sam and Dean looked at each other. Sam with a knowing expression on his face. Dean looked away, refusing to believe it.

"Come on, Althea. We gotta go." Dean boomed and Althea sighed, before pulling away. She made the arrangements and walked out with Dean and Sam.