She hurried down the street, her hazel eyes never leaving the front of her. She roughly pushed past fellow pedestrians in her rush to avoid being caught. An older man, brushed past her and knocked her over with the force of his shoulder. With a shout she fell back, before she flicked her leg out to trip the man. He stumbled, and for a moment appeared that he was about to topple, before he stood up straight and disappeared into the crowd. She glared at the direction he had gone in- mentally picturing his face so she could track him down later.

"Need some help down there?"

She jumped, her hazel eyes widened in surprise and shock. Her head whipped up to see the smug expression on a younger man's face- the same one she had seen in the black impala earlier. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment and she picked herself off the ground with the last of her dignity. After a light brushing of her coat she looked at him, taking in his handsome features and the way he carried himself with an arrogant confidence. She replied to his earlier statement with a cool tone, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"I'm fine."

He snorted and she glared at him again, fidgeting from one foot to another as they remained in the crowd. She absolutely loathed being in the middle of a noisy street, having been brought up by a crazy mother in the middle of no where. She cocked her head to the side and studied him for a moment, an idea forming in her mind.

"You aren't from around here…"

"Bright one, aren't ya Sunshine?"

She struggled to breathe and refrain from slapping him across the mouth, and instead smiled softly.

"Oh, amazingly witty.' She replied dryly, shooting a glance toward the nearest escape route. 'The only new comers that bother to enter this stupid place besides those idiot tourists recently are hunters, and to me, you don't look like a tourist. Though, I have to say you're doing quite well with the idiot aspect."

"I pride myself on doing an excellent job. How about we visit that wonderful bar I saw earlier and we can talk more about this?"

He grabbed her elbow and led her back the way she had come. She fumed silently to herself, screaming internally that she should fling him off her and disappear again. She rolled her eyes and wrenched her arm from his grasp, following him against her better judgement. He stopped outside a grubby door and searched through his pockets before he pulled out his cell, placing it up to his ear and giving her a look. With a heavy sigh she turned the greasy doorknob and strode into the establishment. A quick scan told her all she wanted to know. It was mostly populated by men, reeked with the stench of beer and was so dim it could almost be called twilight. She moved nimbly through the crowd and stopped before the barman, a smile upon her face. He waddled over to her and grinned toothily back, wiping a cloth over his balding head.

"What can I do for ya Doll?"

She pulled a slip of paper out of her pocket and folded it carefully. The man leant over and plucked it out of her slim fingers, caught between reading it and most likely being slapped. After a few more moments she leant back and spoke icily.

"That is to be given to a man with short brown hair and blue eyes."

"Do you know how many people fit that description?"

"You'll know it's him when you see him."

With that she turned and walked through the back door, disappearing once more into another crowd. The barkeep rolled his eyes and stuck the piece of paper into his chest pocket.

"I don't get payed enough for this."

Sam appeared around the corner making a beeline for his brother. He could already see Dean, and from what he could see he was fuming at something. He paused when he reached the elder and stuck his hands in his pockets, looking around him with some interest. They were standing outside a rather shady looking bar, in the middle of the day, and with-what appeared to be the barman. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at his brother and the barman opened the door and walked back into the bar. Dean stared at a slip of paper in his hands and shoved it into his jeans pocket, before running a hand irritably through his hair.

"Damn it, she got away! I had her, and she just disappeared."

Sam smirked and leant back against the wall of the building, an amused twinkle in his eyes as he regarded his brother.

"Probably just lack of sleep. Either that or she got away with her feminine whiles."

"What feminine whiles? The only way I caught her was because she tripped over."

"Dean?"

His brother looked up from the pavement where he was studying a rather attractive brown stain. "Yeah?"

"You're really sad, you know that?"

"Shut up; let's just go back to the motel."

"Yeah. Maybe some sleep might actually help you catch a girl."

Sam ducked the slap that was coming his way and gave his amused cackle, darting out of the way before Dean could try again.


"Dude seriously, when was the last time you cleaned your toothbrush?"

Sam looked up from his laptop and gave him a confused look before he leant over and snatched his toothbrush from Dean's grip. After giving the brush a once over he placed it back next to him and glared at him.

"There is nothing wrong with my toothbrush; you must be imagining things again."

"Imagining? Dude, your toothbrush is pink!"

Sam picked up his toothbrush, examined it and put it back down next to the laptop before he folded his arms and gave his brother a stubborn stare.

"Its light red."

"Yeah- whatever bro."

With that Dean moved away from the table and threw his bag over by the nearest double bed. The motel room that they sat in was medium sized, big enough to fit two double beds in comfortably, plus a TV and chest of drawers. Off to the side was a door that led to an ensuite- for once that was actually properly cleaned by the staff. Dean sat down heavily on the bed, before he stole a glance at his younger brother. Sam had only just shut the laptop down and was rubbing at his eyes. Since earlier that morning another child had been taken, this time apparently by "a large wolf-like creature." The entire town had gone into panic-mode, making it almost impossible for them to get anywhere. Both men were beginning to get aggravated as they sifted through the countless monster sightings and attacks over the past years-most of which got them absolutely no where.

Sam stood up wearily and shuffled over to the other bed, collapsing in a heap as soon as he hit the soft mattress. He watched Dean sleepily for a moment, before he frowned. Dean was busy plugging something into his cell, concentrating on whatever was on the slip of paper. He sat up on his elbows and watched his brother with some interest.

"What's on that thing?"

Dean looked up momentarily before replying. His features almost mirrored how Sam felt, deep black bags under his eyes, a glazed look in his normally bright eyes.

"That girl's number. She knew I was a hunter Sam."

Sam sat up, a look of hope on his face at the mention that she knew about hunters.

"You bumped into her, and you already have her number?' He shook his head with slight amusement. 'After your date perhaps she can help us. Maybe she knows what's killing those people –'

'--I don't have any of those answers. Oh, and I'm not really interested in dating your friend here."

Both of them jumped, Dean swore loudly as he darted for the knife in his boots. She shut the door behind her and sat down on a nearby chair, a look of smugness on her face. Although he would hate to say it, she wasn't too bad looking. She was petite, slim and when she did actually smile it made her look less world-weary. She shifted on the seat, straightening her black shirt and smoothing out her blue denim jeans. She raised an eyebrow.

"It's as much a mystery to me, as it is to you. I've been here for 2 weeks and I never came any closer to finding out what it is. My name's Darcy."

Sam shot his brother a look and spoke slowly, unsure whether to trust the mysterious woman who had managed to break into their room.

"My name's Sam, and this is my brother Dean. You said you've been here two weeks?"

She nodded, and shoved her hands in her pockets in frustration. Sam stood up and walked over to his laptop, opening it so he could review the articles. She rolled her eyes and spoke with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"No matter how many times you read those articles, you aren't going to find anything."

Sam shook his head at her and looked pointedly at Dean, to make her at least shut up for a moment. He had never met a woman so arrogant and-

Her voice broke his thoughts, her tone miffed and somewhat sulky.

"I am not arrogant!"

Sam looked at her, and could tell that Dean was doing the same thing. If she could read minds. He watched as Dean moved over to her and looked at her, his eyes devoid of emotion. She shuffled around again, this time Sam knew it was out of discomfort. She muttered inaudibly beneath her breath.

"You can read minds?"

She stared at them, traces of fear in her eyes and she stood up. Dean placed a hand on her shoulder and pushed her back down again, drawing a sharp look from Sam. She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to brush it off.

"No, I'm just a lucky guesser. You have to be when you hunt the supernatural for a living."

Dean sighed. It was going to be a lot harder tracking it down then he had thought.


A/N: Thanks for the review. Good to know someone's enjoying this story. Sorry if this chapters a bit iffy though, I may rewrite it again.