A/N: I was a little slower on this one than planned. Today didn't go as I'd hoped and then Teenie and Sam wanted to be difficult. There is still some sexual tension there . You add massive stress to that and make a social hermit write it the hermit kind of stutters sand stumbles a LOT. Anyway R&R and I just might get you chapter five before Tuseday.

Chapter Four

Dean slid out from under the Impala. He'd patched the hole in the gas tank but it was going to take 24 hours to dry enough to hold gas. When this was over he'd want to replace the tank entirely too. But it would take even longer to find a tank that would match what he needed. Sam had taken Athena to the diner down the road to get a burger. He surveyed the street. If Autumn was going to be so close to a demon that it was going to be in her he wanted to be there. He had to get to her before the demon did. He didn't have the 24 hours to wait. If they lost a day she'd get ahead of them. It wouldn't take a demon long to find her. Hunters and demons were naturally drawn to each other. One of them would seek the other out.

Sam wouldn't agree to this and Teenie already proved she couldn't follow orders once this week. If he left the two here together with his car the three would follow after him in 24 hours. A voice in the back of his mind told him to call her. If he would just call Autumn all would be well. That could wait until he had a ride though. He spotted a car that would suit him and grabbed his duffle. Having been a while since he'd needed to hotwire a car it took him a moment, but the car was parked out of sight and wouldn't be noticed. He finally got the blue Chevy fired up and tossed his bag in the passenger seat. Sam would call him when he was found missing and he'd explain things then.

"I was just thinking about you." Autumn admitted when she answered the phone.

"You okay?" he asked wanting to be sure before they discussed anything else.

"Fine as frog hair split three ways." Autumn responded. "What's going on?"

"I'm on my way and you are not to move until I get there." Dean ordered.

"Winchester, you'd better have a good reason to talk to me like that." She warned. Something in his tone left her no room to argue and she wasn't a dog to be ordered about.

"Have you talked to Sam?" He asked.

"Yesterday, he was wigged out too. What do you know that I don't?"

"Did he tell you he had a vision?"

"Yes, said it was a bad one about me but didn't say anymore. Had me put on a ring and seemed to think I'd be okay." Dean knew Sam thought the ring would help and that was a comfort. At least until he could get to her.

"Yeah, he wouldn't give me details either." Autumn was quiet a long moment and Dean changed lanes. The joker in front of him was never going to speed up. "Aut?"

"I'm still here. I have to find that demon." She was more resolved now then ever to find it.

"Aut, I'll be there right after you, just sit still." Dean pleaded.

"Babe, I'll be fine. How much trouble can I really get into if you're going to hit town a few hours after me?" She asked and it did help a little. But Dean wasn't impressed.

"Get a motel room when you get there, get settled before you go interview people. Give me a chance to catch up."

"Dean, you can't mess with fate. If I'm going to be possessed--"

"Then I want to be there to kick the demons ass."

"Okay." That she couldn't argue with. "How are the kids?"

"They were fine when I left them."

"Left them?"

"The Impala had a little problem. They'll be right behind me."

"Do they know you left?" She asked and he knew she was purposely not asking how he'd gotten a ride.

"Not yet."

"And what was wrong with the Impala?"

"There was a hole in the gas tank. I patched it; it's just going to take some time to dry. I'll call Bobby when we get off this job about getting a replacement." He dismissed as if it were unimportant.

"Dork, chill. I'll be fine." Autumn promised.

"You should have called."
"I talked to Sam; I thought I was in the clear."

"Babe, I've got a cop a few cars back I need to disappear. Call me later."

"I will." She agreed.

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"One guess what he did." Sam prompted sitting on the bed. They had searched the motel rooms and checked the Impala. Dean and his duffle bag were both gone.

"He wouldn't leave his car." Teenie said in denial.

"Dean's gone." Sam told her. "Which means the car is going to take time, something we don't really have." Teenie groaned.

"I'll check the directions see how long we're stuck here." She told him going to find the packaging.

"24 hours?" Sam repeated disbelieving. The directions had been confirmed by Dean. That phone call at least had been amusing. Athena had yelled at him for running off without consulting them and for leaving her behind. The two had come close to debating who had more claim and right to go after Autumn. Ultimately the younger two hunters had agreed, and entrusted the eldest of their part to Dean.

"It's not all that bad." Athena tried to be optimistic popping another fun sized Snickers in her mouth. She chewed quickly before explaining. "Dean and Autumn have a thing. They'll be fine. He'll get to her and all will be well."

"No! Teenie, you don't get it!" Sam snapped. "Visions don't just work like that. Autumn is in real trouble and we don't get there in time."

"Visions change, Sammy. The future isn't set in stone. I've read enough books to know that at every person makes a million decisions at any given moment in time which completely alter the future. In your vision things were different. We're changing them." She had to believe this. She had to cling to the laws of fiction in order to keep reality from overwhelming her. Sam shook his head at a loss for words. How could she be so deluded?

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Autumn pulled into town as the sun went down. She wouldn't get far tonight, even if it were earlier in the day she was tired. She found a motel and checked in. She quickly walked John, brought in her gear, before securing the room. She quickly called Marc to tell him she'd made it in and was fine. Usually this would get her transferred to Jen who would take her room number and ask what the motel's name was. But tonight Marc assured her that that wouldn't be wise and took the information himself. Jen had been angry with her before but never so much as to pass on her duties to someone else. The red head picked up her favored gun and disassembled it to clean, a habit she'd picked up from Dean. She was debating on calling Jen to smooth feathers when her phone rang.

"You read my mind." She stated answering. She knew the number to be Jen's.

"I could kill you. You know that? When I give you an order you follow it. When tell you not to take a case you say 'Yes ma'am' you don't ever take the case. I should kill you."

"I briefed you, which is more than I had to do." Autumn told her.

"Autumn you had better come back alive and not in a duffle bag to be burned." Jen snapped.

"I'll be back. Have some faith, Jen."

"If Marc, Valover, or myself has not heard from you by noon every day I will call John." she warned.

"I behave or you call Daddy? Let me guess Daddy is still going to hear of this when he comes home?" Autumn sneered.

"John will hear about this, if I don't tell him word will travel. He has eyes and ears amongst us." Jen reminded.

"Yes, but when he hears of it we'll be happily off on another hunt." Autumn argued.

"Unless you're dead. Keep your head clear on this one, Autty."

"I will, if you can relax long enough to let me do my job."

"If I don't hear from you I'll call the motel."

"You won't have to do that."

"Good. Be careful Autumn."

"Always am." She said with the smarmy charm that had rubbed off from Dean.

"So was I." Jen said cutting the line.

That was true. Jen loved her job. She had betrayed her father to learn the art and was always more cautious than need be. She had to prove to her father that she was as deserving of the hunter name as her brothers. She had to survive and be the best at everything. Jen had been careful and nearly died. Autumn pushed these thoughts from her head as she dialed a different number. She still hadn't called Dean to tell him what motel and room she was in. Aside from that she needed to hear his voice.