Miranda entered her house with a silly grin on face, still blushing from the kiss. She felt like she was on top of the world, her heart beating fiercely and stomach threatening to fly out of her throat. Miranda closed the front door quietly, listening intently for Brooke. If her sister was home, she would be kibble. She smirked to herself, hearing nothing but her own heart pounding in her ears. She was safe and got away with her midnight stroll. She didn't bother with the lights in the house, just walking lightly to her room in the dark around the corner.

She closed her door then, opening her closet. Miranda popped her neck, bending over and slipping out of her Ugg boots. Next she took off her coat, shirt and jeans, tossing them in the white hamper. She hummed to herself, stepping forward and tripping over her boots clumsily. Miranda fell on her chest directly, feeling a sharp convulsion of pain on her chest. Miranda grimaced after crying out, gripping her carpet as the wave of affliction coursed through her body. Wincing, she moaned, letting it move through her. The pain faded slowly and she was able to stand up. Cautiously, she moved to her immaculate circle mirror.

Miranda Carrington walked up to her reflection, sparkling pools of blue staring back at her. Her blonde curls shone still in her dim lamp light. She looked over her body briefly, only wearing her navy bra and black low-rise panties. She caught something askew on her body hiding behind her left bra cup. Miranda unhooked her bra, letting it fall off of her with a hush, reckoning it was what had caused her so much agony from her fall. Instantly a blue and purple bruise in a blurred hand print covered her breast. She held it carefully, surveying the damage to her humble curve. Those boys were brutal. No telling what else what would've happened if Sam hadn't shown up…

A bright car beam flashed across her blinds in sliced illumination. Miranda cursed to herself, throwing on her bra and pajamas. Brooke was home and she couldn't know anything about her little sister's later events. Outside, Brooke parked her truck, walking through the door without a sound, assuming Miranda was asleep. She flipped on the kitchen light, getting out a red plastic cup and filling it with water. She took a deep drink, licking her lips and leaning on the counter. It had been a hard, busy night at Butch's Bar and Grill. Robert Plant had maintained his distance but she still caught him staring at her backside time to time. He was an honest worker though, and that was hard to come by these days.

Brooke set her water to the side, heading towards Miranda's room. Miranda heard her sister's footsteps and leapt into bed, settling in quickly and closing her eyes to fake sleep. Her older sister pushed Miranda's door open softly, smiling at her 'sleeping' sibling. Brooke sat down on her bed gently, brushing her hair off of her forehead lovingly, kissing the skin there and whispering, "I love you Miranda. Goodnight." Miranda smiled internally at her sister's gesture of affection. Brooke never said those three words when she knew Miranda was conscious so it was nice to hear her say it out loud, not just imply it as an inevitable unspoken thing.

Her older sister flipped off her lamp and exited, latching the door after herself. She made her way to the kitchen when her phone buzzed in her front pocket. Brooke furrowed her brow, wondering why anyone would want to talk to her after midnight. She didn't bother looking at the caller ID, prepared to tell the person on the other end they had the wrong number. "Hello?" She asked politely, raking a hand through her thick blonde curls.

"Heya sweet'art," a familiar deep voice said.

Brooke beamed, "Hi Dad."

Joel Carrington sighed, "It's good to hear from you again baby gurl."

"Likewise Dad."

Joel exhaled once more like many times before when he was about to tell his daughters something of importance. "I'm sorry I haven't called for awhile but trust me, this is a deeper job than I guessed."

Brooke bit her lip and frowned, holding the phone to her ear closely. She pulled out a kitchen chair, sitting in it while asking, "What's wrong Dad?"

"I'm in Broken Arrow right now… Tracking down the thing that killed your mother."

She gulped, "..Come again?"

"It's true Brooke. I was headin' for Tulsa then Broken Arrow lit up like a Christmas tree with demon omens. I'm almost positive I'm close to it."

Brooke nodded to herself, feeling a mixture of hope and worry. Miranda and Brooke's mother had been murdered in a nursery fire six months after Miranda was born. It was tragic and unbelievably frustrating. Their father, Joel, was a secret hunter at the time and was away from home on 'business' when Kimberly was burnt to a cinder. It was Brooke who had saved Miranda from the monstrous fire, fleeing into the night to leave their burning home..

Ever since, Joel had sworn to himself that he would avenge his wife's death. The only reason why Brooke ever knew the truth about his real job was because of the circumstances. How would you explain to your daughter that what she saw wasn't real? That her mother screaming on the ceiling was just 'her imagination'. No. He had to tell her the truth. It was only Miranda who had no idea. Joel and Brooke had no intention of telling her either. She had a chance to get out. She was intelligent, kind and.. Innocent.

"Are you alone?"

"No sugar. I've teamed up with another hunter this time. Name's Winchester."

"Okay Dad." She answered simply, completely unaware that the so-called Robert Plant was really John Winchester's oldest son. "But I have something to tell you too."

"What's that?"

"There's a shapeshifter in Miranda's high school." She said, recalling the front page of the newspaper she saw first thing in the morning.

'Teen killed by classmate in high school bathroom' the headline said, mentioning the classmate, Zach Fern, claimed that he did absolutely nothing. Zach said he was in Humanities at the time and there was no way he could've murdered the girl, Molly Singer. Still, if the shoe fits- have fun in juvie, kid. Out of curiosity, she left Butch's on her lunch break, stopping by the house and dressing in some FBI gear, going up to the school. They didn't have much to offer, but she did come across someone with a lead. There was one eye witness, a stoner who was skipping class, having seen the whole thing.

The stoner had sworn he was just on a bad trip but Brooke pressed on, determined. He said Zach had brought Molly to the bathroom, intending to 'get some'. They didn't very far, Zach strangling her. The stoner, Seth, was crouched in the corner so Zach couldn't see him. He had also uttered that Zach had white eyes. Seth explained that Zach was just about to leave until 'some puny kid' opened the stall to find Zach and Molly. Zach knocked the boy out and fled, escaping through the ceiling vents.

Joel cursed under his breath,"Well, you know the drill.."

"Yes sir. Get up to the school, scope it out, silver bullet or knife straight to the heart."

"You got it. Keep our baby safe, hon," he said lovingly.

"Absolutely Dad. I won't let Miranda out of my sight and I'll take care of it tomorrow. You be safe too. Remember that."

Joel chuckled, "I swear hunny, you're the one raising yer old man. But hey- I gotta go."

"Kay Dad. Come home in one piece." Brooke answered, hearing her father hang up on the other end. Brooke prayed this would be it. That finally, their search for revenge would be over.