Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters. I'm only responsible for Melissa and Jamie.

Chapter 6 –

When Bobby did come home, he was in a better mood. Whatever he had done seemed to have put him in better spirits…that or the fact that Caleb wasn't around to flirt. It was dinner that evening that he decided to spring the info on us.

Bobby, "If the pair of you are interested…I've got another job. Seems to be a typical haunting, but I'll understand if it's too soon. "

Surprisingly it was Melissa who was piped up eager to go check it out…especially when she learned that it was in Cheyenne, Wyoming…something at the college there. The girls shared a look, but still it was Melissa who was most eager to go. In short measure they had the Neon packed, and were on the road, sans Regan, who was a bit put out that he didn't get to go.

Jamie in the passenger seat just stared out the window or slept most of the way. When they got there, they did some exploring of the town they had visited the previous year. Jamie insisted that they take pictures, so the girls posed next to the boots around town, for a scrapbook. It was dangerous work, but the least they could do was to make it more enjoyable. It was Jamie's birthday weekend, so of course there would be a horse show hosted by the college. The girls scouted around for activity, and not finding anything out of the ordinary, they decided to make the most of the trip.

It was fun to watch the show from a distance. Their team coach had been there, although she looked younger, and didn't have a clue who the girls were. It was kind of a bittersweet hint of home to see their coach rip some poor girl a new one for a stupid rookie mistake.

After a few hours, of familiar horses an people who didn't remember them, it was time to go. Hungry, they stopped at a family restaurant and ordered food as well as a few drinks. Jamie was in poor spirits and on the second pitcher of margarita when she couldn't deny her bladder anymore. Going into the bathroom, Jamie relieved herself, and while washing her hands, suddenly she felt herself take a back seat…someone else was in there with her and they had control.

Melissa on the other hand was sitting at the table, and waiting for Jamie to get back. When a half hour passed, and she was still not back, it was clear that something was up, so she paid the tab and went in search of her friend. When she got to the bathroom, and she saw a little bit of sulfur on the counter, she had her first clue.

She sighed there was no other sign of her friend, so she left, and on the way out there was a couple complaining about their car being missing. It was a 1994 Honda Accord. A car that Melissa knew Jamie knew like the back of her hand.

Melissa paid for the meal and went out to the neon and called Bobby. She was hesitant not sure what words to say, but when he picked up, "Bobby…it's Melissa…we've run into something of a snag."

Melissa ended up pouring all of her worries and stress out into the phone, but Bobby had an answer, "Hang tight in your room. What room did you say it was again?"

Melissa, "210 at the Holiday Inn. We're under the names Alice or Rosalie Cullen."

Bobby could be heard frowning, "Cullen?"

Melissa, "Um, yeah…well Jamie was fond of a book that was centered on a vampire coven that were…um…vegetarians."

Bobby disbelieving, "She choose a name from a book about Vegetarian vampires? I think I need to have a long talk with her. Okay. Well Give me a few hours and I'll try to pull some strings. I'll call you back with the details. Hang tight."

Three hours later, Bobby called Melissa back, "Hey kiddo. I've got a hunter headed your way. He's not someone that I see eye to eye with so watch your back, but he'll get you through this. He should be there in half an hour."

Melissa nodded her head, momentarily forgetting that he couldn't see the response before answering, "Okay…so does this hunter have a name?"

Bobby said two words that would take her breath away, "John Winchester."

She breathed in sheer awe, "The John Winchester?"

Bobby, "Well, yeah, who were you expecting I'd send...the Easter Bunny?"

Sarcastically Melissa gasped, "You know him?"

Bobby laughed, "Cut the shit and keep me in the loop."

He hung up the phone, and Melissa worried kept an eye on the door as if expecting that it would have a knock on it any moment.

An hour later, there was a soft thump on the door, and Melissa was up in a flash. Standing there was none other than The John Winchester and he looked everything like she expected him to. Hell, he even smelled like she expected him to.

He walked in looked around the place appraisingly and then said, "Melissa Stone?"

Melissa gave a nervous squeak, "That's me."

John, "So do you have any pictures or anything to go on? Bobby said that you thought that it might be a demon."

Melissa finally snapped out of her shock a bit. It didn't help that she felt uncomfortable around men, but for Jamie she would try to pull her head out of the sand.

Melissa, "Here's a picture. She's 5'11", long dark curly hair, brown eyes. Easily blends into a crowd, a bit of a drunk. But who knows what that thing's got her doing. Apparently they have the same taste in cars. She took off in a 1994 Honda Accord from the restaurant, but dumped it not long after taking it. (handing over the file on the case they were working) This is everything we have so far. We checked out most of it, but have come up with dead ends. The sulfur in the bathroom was the only thing that I've found."

He thumbed through everything and then using Melissa's computer, he hacked the police files and then with a bit of a sigh said, "Apparently she's been sighted twice. Once in a convenience store threatening store clerk. Then someone matching her description was leading a riot after the college team lost the big game. The good news is that apparently she hasn't left town quite yet. The bad news is that we still have to find her. I doubt that she'll stay here for long."

For the next two days, John would listen to the police scanner, and the pair of them would look around for her, for any trace they possibly could find. The hits eventually stopped and with the help of the internet, they found hints of her going down south into Colorado.

After a week of nothing, Melissa sighed and followed John in Big Red. Desperately needing some new jeans, she begged John to stop at an outlet store in Denver that had some Jeans that she approved of. John wasn't interested in going shopping with a woman, but there was a strip club next door that did capture his interest.

Rolling her eyes at the typical male behavior, Melissa dropped him off at the door. Whatever John had been expecting, it was not to see the missing Jamie dancing on the pole. Her hair was cropped short, and her skin was tanned. John noticed that while she was skinny she was not without a good deal of muscle tone. He could see some hint of scaring on her chest from what was probably taking a blast to the chest with rock salt or bird shot at good pace. The music that she was dancing to was well picked for her, and the moves captured most of the crowd.

Sighing, he knew that before she set eyes on him, he needed to call Mel and alert her to the situation. He sent her a text and told her to wait in the truck. He almost cheered as she walked by. She offered him a lap dance, and he accepted. The demon was quite good. He sighed knowing that it was getting past the point of no return. He gave her a tip, smiling as the iron laced bill burned into her flesh.

The real fun started at that point, and between an angry bouncer, and a pissed off demon, John wasn't quite sure who exactly would have the upper hand in the matter. Thankfully, he had an opening, and dragged the captured demon to his truck where Melissa was waiting. They hauled ass out of there, thankful that it was getting dark, and made their way outside of town towards the mountains. The demon restrained by John who clearly had a couple tricks up his sleeve.

Eventually, they got where they were going, and John preformed an exorcism on the young hunter. They were able to get a bit of information on what they were looking for, but eventually the demon could not be reasoned with and the creature was returned to hell.

Jamie just lay there in the iron chains breathing heavy. Mel and John sat on either side of her exhausted and a little bit bruised from the endeavor.

Mel was the first to speak, "I thought that demons were supposed to make you do things you weren't likely to do in real life."

Jamie laughed, "So maybe my soul mate resides in the deep south… No seriously…a cross-dressing demon who is way more feminine than I am really doesn't' float my boat much."

John, "Come on you two…We might as well get this taken care of so that it doesn't happen again."

Both girls looked up at him confused, but got into the truck like good girls. When John drove them back into town they were a bit confused until John stopped the car at a tattoo parlor. Mel looked appreciative, while Jamie looked down right terrified.

John and Mel both got out of the car, but Jamie just sat there in the middle looking at the place with something close to pure fear on her face. John and Mel, who had both gotten tattoos before and realized that it wasn't that big of a deal both looked at her.

John, "What are you waiting for? You don't want this to happen again, do you?"

Jamie, "No…but I'm not a fan of pain and I'm sure that this is going to hurt a lot."

Mel, "But you've pierced your own ears and navel. In fact, I think the only one I've seen you sit for was the bar piercing. Surely this can't be that bad."

Jamie shook her head, "Nope…you can get one if you want, but I'm just going to wait here. I can take one or two big pokes, but anything more than that definitely does not sound appealing."

Mel, "I told you before that it wasn't that bad…I fell asleep in the chair remember?"

Jamie gave a half nod of her head, but wasn't going to budge. John just said, "Fine, we'll get one for Melissa and then we'll go for a drink or two?"

Jamie gave a nod, "I'm still not going inside."

John just gave a nod and said, "Fine, but just so you know, demon or not…you steal my truck and I will hurt you."

Jamie just gave a nod and watched as the pair went inside to go get Melissa a new tattoo. It took less time than she suspected that it would, and she saw John make an exchange of sorts, as he talked with the shop owner.

They came out with smiles on their faces, and Mel just rolled her eyes, and said, "Honestly, it wasn't all that bad. See. (she pulled the collar of her shirt back to show the tiny design above her left shoulder.)

Jamie frowned, "It looks really good. Too bad that I have a hang up about it."

John, "Well, enough sappiness…you said no. Besides, I have heard a rumor that you rather like beer."

Jamie's eyes sparkled at the prospect. John drove the trio to a whole in the wall bar that seemed to go over with both girls. John got the pair of them a beer, and Melissa a shot, before walking back with the drinks.

Jamie finished her drink, but John and Mel were watching her carefully. John ordered Jamie another beer and got one for himself too while Melissa nursed a coke. It didn't take long before the effects of the drug started to hit her, and Mel and John were able to talk without her suspecting anything.

Melissa, "You know she's never taking anything you offer ever again, right?"

John, "Well, this was for her own good. (Jamie giggled as the beer bottle fell out of her hand

and then pretty much exploded like a volcano.) Where do you think she'll want the tattoo?"

Melissa, "I don't know…it's Jamie."

The next morning, Jamie woke up with one hell of a hangover. She figured that she must have really tied one on, but it was unusual for her to forget more than the first beer. The clothing strewn across the room was normal for her after a night like she must have had. Her bladder was complaining so she figured that she'd get that done.

She walked in a fog into the bathroom, and sat down to do what she needed to, only to see a design on the inside of her thigh very high up. Like a ferret looking at something shiny, she reached out to touch it, only to pull her fingers away quickly from the tender skin. That was most certainly not henna.

She quickly finished off, and then walking towards her jeans, she pulled out hunting knife, and with a growl walked over to Melissa's bed and started bouncing on it to wake her up.

Melissa was suffering from a bit of a hangover herself, groaned, "Go away you psycho!"

Jamie stopped, "Not until you tell me where John is, and what your part in last night was? I wanna know who's grand idea it was to drug the drunk. I'd wager that it wasn't you…not your style…so tell me where I can find John and return the favor so that he wakes up with something on him that he didn't necessarily want."

Melissa frowned, "He didn't sleep with you."

Jamie, "I already know that…but I'm pissed that I have a tattoo where I have one. I wanna know who's idea that little gem was. I hope to whomever is listening up there that should I ever get back to reality that the tattoo doesn't. "

Melissa covered her face and said, "Sometimes you're really too much. Listen, John drew out the design, you picked the location, and wouldn't let him leave while the artist put it there. I got you back here, no thanks to John who drove off saying he had other things to do. But he gave us a folder on some happenings to look into. Something about a series of disappearances in Hibbing, Minnesota."

Jamie sighed and said, "Actual work sounds oddly pleasing. I'm going to take a shower and then go get some coffee and something greasy…anything you want?"

Melissa gave a non-committal grunt and rolled over.

Jamie stood there a moment before laughing, "Dude, I had a cross dressing demon inside me for over a week. That's sad that that's the closest that I've come to getting laid since we've come here."

Melissa turned beet red and groaned…it seemed that Jamie was completely back to normal.