"Order up!"

"I got it!" a young girl yelled as she grabbed a plate of eggs and bacon from the delivery window while tucking her black hair behind her ear and out of her face.

She put on the smile and then made her way over to the customers who were seated at a booth next to the window.

"One eggs benedict, a sampler, and one eggs sunny side up," she said as she laid their orders before them. "Anything else I can be getting you?"

"Naw. We good here Val," one of the older men answered with a friendly grin. "You seem to be doing good here. Your memory coming back at all lately?"

The young waitress shook her head with a failing smile and said, "Everything is still a blur. I even talked to the sheriff a few days ago and he said that there were no missing people he knew of. That is until that incident in the woods."

The men she just delivered food to then stopped short and shushed her.

"Talkin' 'bout stuff of the like is bad luck," one said as he waved a fork in her direction.

"Yea. Surely will come back and get ya if you're not careful in watching what you be saying," the thrid said as he stroked is brown beard. "Heard it was some wolves that went hungry during the winter months and are now eating whatever they can get their teeth on."

"Aw c'mon you idiot," one of the other men started. "No one in this town is stupid enough to get eaten and taken away by a pack of wolves!"

Val just rolled her eyes with an amused grin and walked away as the men argued over their breakfasts. In the last few days she's been here, it was typical for those old men to just sit together and argue about the weirdest of things in their usual seat next to the window ordering the same things day in and day out. They had been nice to her and they always left a nice tip.

"Business seems to be slow this morning eh Val?" asked one of the cooks from inside the kitchen window.

"Yea. I guess. Hey Al, you know where Amy is? Figured she would be back to work by now," Val asked with a somewhat worried tone to her voice.

"Think she's still at home," Al shrugged. "I actually went to visit her at home a few days ago since she was on my way and her 'rents said she was sick. Course, that was a couple days ago."

"Oh. Maybe I'll go and check on her on my lunch break."

"I wouldn't do that. I mean, I know you girls are good friends but her 'rents were really pissy that I was there. Didn't even let me in the house to say 'hi' or anything. Doubt you would get past them if I couldn't. And I knew the girl since she was crawling on all fours."

Val answered with a solumn 'I see' and then went on to wipe down a few already clean tables just so she could look busy.

It has been almost four days since she came stumbling into town. Of course, she washed herself of blood in a nearby river first. She still didn't remember how she came to be covered in blood but she got chills everytime she even tried thinking about it. As if her memory was surrounded by some barrier and everytime she tried approaching it, she would get shocked-like static after running around with wool socks. She wasn't even sure if Valerie was her real name. One of the older waitresses who worked in Al's Diner just figured that she looked so much like a 'Valerie' that it just had to fit. But when it came to asking whether people around town knew her,well, she came up empty handed. No one around town knew her face and it was a pretty small town so...yea. It was all self explanatory after that.

Sheriff Ramsey said that the next closest town was Taber. Almost ten miles out southbound. So Val decided to work a while to get some money to pay for a ride there and try to see if anyone there knew who she really was. Thankfully, Al had a softspot for needy women and hired her on the spot when Sheriff Ramsey came by with the young woman covered in his leather jacket asking for a place to stay. And that's how it's been for the past few days. Valerie just stayed in the office above the diner and crashed on the couch. She was starting to think that maybe not finding out her past wasn't such a bad thing. That is, if it didn't come seeking her out.

Dean knocked on the door of what seemed to be a victorian house. Typical two floor with the white painted porch and simple garden with a small tree and a rose bush. Nothing out the ordinary. Then a woman, in her late forties with strawberry blond hair and tired green eyes, cracked open the door.

"Who are you?" she asked pointedly.

"Um, ma'am," Sam started as he reached for his badge. "We're with the FBI. We just wanted to speak with Amy."

Dean took out his badge and both of the brothers showed off their fake yet convincing ID's. The woman looked between the two but didn't budge.

"The police have already been here to talk with her. Damn near interrogated her to the point where she was traumatized. What do you want with my daughter that you can't get from those badges down at the station?"

Clearly, Amy's mother wasn't going to let them in any time soon. But the brothers weren't going to back down either.

"We did go to the station," Dean started. "However, the information that they provided was inadequate."

Then Sam said, "Also, we were hoping to see if she was doing all right."

That was typical Winchester work. The good-cop bad-cop play. Sam was always the sensitive type and much more suited for the motherly touch to the cases. Dean on the other hand had a knack for...charming his way in and out of certain situations.

Amy's mother said in Sam's direction, "She's doing just fine. " And then in Dean's direction, "And that's too bad. I am sorry sirs but I am afraid that I cannot allow anyone to see my daughter at this time. She is still shaken from the incident so I must ask for both of you to leave."

Then she shut the door in their faces. Soon, as the two reached the car at the end of the driveway, Dean loosened his tie and Sam took his seat in the passenger's seat.

"Well," Dean started as he started the Impala, "That went well."

Meanwhile, inside the Willick's house, Amy's mother watched from behind drawn lace curtains as the Impala pulled away.