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Chapter 3:

Allie was waiting outside of her house when the black Impala smoothly pulled into her driveway right at nine o'clock the next morning. She smiled at the agents and hiked her backpack higher on her shoulder as she made her way to the car. Her mom had French braided her brown hair, per Allie's request, and hadn't even blinked when her daughter had thrown a few extra granola bars and water bottles in her bag. She had the best mom in the world she thought smugly.

"So, where's Agent Gravel? He chicken out?" She questioned, striding over to the car.

"Got called onto a different case." Sam replied off-handedly.

"This is a much nicer car when you aren't being hit by it." She commented as she slid into the back seat.

"Again, you ran in front of my baby." Dean shot back.

Allie raised an eyebrow. "Your baby?"

"So how far is it to the falls?" Sam intervened before Dean could argue with the preteen currently in their backseat.

"Go out the west side of town to the greenway trail. From their it's about a two-hour hike, including going up the river the last half mile." She replied. "Good thing you didn't wear suits." She added taking in their jeans and flannels.

Dean glanced at her through the rear-view mirror. "You sound like you've made this hike a lot."

Allie shrugged. "When kids won't talk to you and your mom is gone a lot, there's not much else to do. Lucky for you."

"Lucky for us?" Sam questioned.

"Sure, you get a knowledgeable guide who knows exactly how to get to the base of the falls. At least I'm assuming you want to see where her body was found." Allie stated leaning back in the seat. "You'll want to take the next right."

Dean nodded and skillfully guided the car into the parking lot. "It can't be too bad of a hike if they have a parking lot and a paved trail." He told her.

She smirked as she leaned toward and pointed to the far side of the lot where there was a small overgrown trail. "That's the trail we take. The Park Rangers stopped caring for it back in the seventies when they closed the trail." She explained.

"Why'd they close the trail?" Sam asked getting out of the car.

"A group of kids went missing. They never found the bodies, so the trail was considered dangerous."

"And your mom lets you come out here all the time? By yourself?"

"As long as you know these woods your fine. And I can run this trail with my eyes shut. So yeah, as long as I'm safe and prepared, my mom doesn't care." She replied, and it was the truth. Her mother had raised her to be smart and safe and trusted her daughter completely. If Allie wanted to disappear into the woods for a week, and if she told her mom about it, then her mom would probably let her.

Allie got out of the car and lead the two boys down the beginnings of the trail.

They had been hiking for two hours and Dean was frankly sick of it. His boots were wet, his jeans were wet, he was sweating, and he was hungry enough to eat tree bark. Hmm, not a bad idea. He mused. Next to him Sam seemed to be suffering a fate similar to his. Allie, on the other hand, looked like she was finally in her element. Her eyes were sparkling and the slight smile on her face made even Dean want to smile. She veered off their course and climbed up onto a ledge just big enough for all three of them to sit on. Dean had never been more thankful to sit down on a rock in his entire life.

"A little out of breath agent?" Allie asked with a slight smirk.

"No," he waved her off, "not at all."

Sam shook his head with a smile. "About how much farther do we have to go?" He was also slightly out of breath but refused to just collapse like Dean had. He had a little more dignity than that.

She shrugged, opening her backpack. "A quarter of a mile or so. Want a water bottle or granola bar?" She asked holding them out.

Both boys took her up on the offer gladly. "Have you ever seen anything out here strange?" Dean questioned shoving the bar into his mouth.

Her brow creased in confusion. "Strange how?"

"Have you ever seen anything or heard something that shouldn't have happened?" Sam clarified sipping his water.

Allie looked at him strangely, clearly debating whether she should answer his question honestly or not. Finally, she seemed to reach her conclusion. "I guess, maybe, yeah."

"Like what?" Dean prompted.

"Just some weird stuff. I haven't ever actually seen or felt anything, but I've fallen out of trees, tumbled down hills, heck, I've even fallen into a ravine full of rocks without ever getting seriously injured. It's kinda why everybody thinks I'm so strange."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

She sighed and began picking up their empty water bottles and wrappers. "It's like when I got hit with your car, I wasn't injured. Anybody else probably would have but not me."

"That's because you jumped." Dean stated, still sore about the marks on Baby's hood.

"But I don't remember doing it. Just like I don't remember doing all the other things that have saved me." She replied standing up and swinging her backpack in place. "Come on, I'd like to get there before noon." She stated jumping down from the ledge and making her way back to their trail. Sam and Dean shared a look before following their teenage guide. If they had stayed just a moment longer, they have seen the face watching them from the brush around them.