A/N: I decided last minute to go ahead and add two chapters at once so here's the second chapter.

A/N: Ok, so this chapter short because I want all your opinions on this. I've got a poll set up on my page and I'll explain more at the end, but anyway please read and review. And repeat from last chapter italicized is Sam's writing. Thanks to those who reviewed and put my story on favorite/alert lists!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural


Chapter 7: Girlfriend

"So what, there's more to the message?" Dean asked. With the last four victims in place on the list the first names now spelled September L. The brothers were alone in the motel since Donna had gone home to do her own research, but Dean's mood hadn't improved with her absence. Sam stared down at the list of victims hoping something would jump out at him.

Stephanie Walker, 16 female

Erin Ivan, 16 female

Pam Newman, 16 female

Tom Chapman, 16 male

Erin Harold, 14 female

Matt Edwards, 20 male

Ben Stephens, 16 male

Eli Thomas, 32 male

Ricky Evans, 16, male

Lindsey Richman, 19 female

"Try linking that last letter to their last names," Dean suggested, though by his tone it didn't sound like he believed it would lead to anything. Sam followed the suggestion, but stopped halfway down.

"Ignore the L," he turned the paper towards Dean, "What do you see?" Dean leaned over the table and read the words.

L W I N C H

"Winch?" he asked.

"The last five letters are e, s, t, e, r," Sam pointed out. Dean looked back down at the letters, but it only took him a second to figure it out.

"Winchester," he said, straitening up.

"September, Winchester," Sam said thoughtfully, "Wasn't it September when we were here last?"

"Yeah, but what does…" Dean stopped midsentence. Realization was written all over his face, but he didn't continue.

"What?" Sam asked, trying to figure out what else he was reading on Dean's face. Was that guilt?

"Nothing," Dean turned away and walked quietly across the room. Sam knew his brother well enough to know when not to ask questions, but he couldn't help but think Dean might have just solved a critical part of the case. Sam glanced back down at the last name on the list. He considered that the L didn't actually mean anything at all and the attacker was simply trying to find someone with the last name that started with an R. The other possibility would be that it was referring to the Lindsey they knew. Was it possible that whatever was attacking Quincy simply wanted revenge on Dean for leaving? Sam glanced back up at Dean, who had seated himself on the edge of the bed and was now staring blankly into space. "I'm…I'm going to step outside," Dean said slowly, but he didn't get up.

"Are you ok?" Sam asked, concerned. Dean didn't respond and instead continued to stare straight ahead. "Dean?" Sam tried again, but his brother remained unresponsive. Feeling his stomach twist into knots Sam stood up from the table and started to cross the room, but Dean suddenly got to his feet and strode past him. "Dean," Sam called after him, but the door slammed shut. Sam quickly followed Dean outside where a fine mist had begun falling. "What's the matter with you?" Sam demanded as he approached his brother.

"Sam I really don't want to talk right now ok?" Dean turned to face him and Sam felt even more apprehensive. He'd never seen so much pain and regret written on the older hunter's face before.

"Dean just…just tell me what's going on," Sam pleaded. Dean was about to answer, but he was interrupted by a familiar female voice.

"Dean Winchester. You just don't want to die do you?" Sam felt his insides freeze up as the memory of his dreams slowly began resurfacing. The mist falling, the way the light fell across Dean's face, the figure that was now separating from the shadows were all figments from his dream. This time when he turned, he wasn't surprised to see Claire holding a gun pointed at Dean.

"I'm sorry," Dean said softly, "I assumed that when you didn't show up you didn't want to have anything to do with me."

"I cried over you for months," Claire said heatedly, "I thought maybe you thought I was just a frightened little girl and I wasn't worth your time any more. You left without saying a word to me. I was broken inside and there was no one I could turn to." The gun was shaking slightly in her hands, but her voice was steady.

"Lindsey?" Sam asked. It suddenly hit him why Claire had always seemed so familiar to him. Even when he'd first met her at school she'd looked vaguely like someone he'd known once before. It had never occurred to him to look back to what little time they'd spent in Quincy so long ago, but now that he knew it was painfully obvious.

"Sweet innocent little Sammy," Lindsey smiled, "I thought for sure you'd recognize me when we met up at school, but I guess we've both grown up a bit haven't we?"


Sorry, that's actually a really bad spot to stop, but I need to know one crucial thing before I can continue. I want your opinion. What is Lindsey? I have a poll set up on my page and I've listed a few things she could possibly be. Supernatural vs. human. Please vote and let me know! Thanks!