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Choices are Always Given

Previously:

"Oh great. That makes me feel so much better. Cause Adyn knows that whatever..." Montana never finished his thought as he was cut off by a high-pitched scream from the back of the house, causing both Sam and Montana to fly to the disturbance to make sure Adyn was ok.

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Once in the hall Montana and Sam ran into a towel clad Adyn, who had just dashed out of her room.

"Adyn! Are you ok? What happened?" Montana spewed, concern lacing his voice.

"What? Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I don't know what happened; I heard a scream and came to see what was up."

Further conversation was halted by Dean. Who decided to join them by way of flying out of the bathroom. Without a towel. Montana quickly covered Adyn's eyes with his hand, which was promptly slapped away.

"Might want to grab a towel there, big boy. " she said tauntingly.

Dean looked down, then back up, his face flushed bright red. He yelped, jumped behind the bathroom door, and grabbed a towel. Slightly mortified, he rejoined he waiting audience.

"I can only assume the scream came from you," Adyn said with a smile. "Catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror?" She mocked.

"Dean screams like a girl!" Montana burst out laughing. "To good to be true."

"Well, at least we finally know who the inner Dean really is. Deanna, it's very nice to meet you," Sam declared smugly, knowing full well the mileage he could and would get from this little incident.

"Don't start with me, Sammy. You'd scream too if you were taking a leak, and a furry little rodent popped out of the toilet and tried to eat you," Dean replied indignantly.

Montana and Adyn looked at each other quickly and then burst out laughing maniacally. The boys stood watching as the two siblings doubled over, holding their sides. After a few moments Adyn was finally able to compose her self. "S-sor-sorry," she stuttered out as she wiped tears from her face and tried to stop the occasional chuckle.

"Great," Dean muttered. "Hunting with crazy people who think a spirit in the toilet is funny..."

"No...no. That's not what's funny. We just didn't think to warn you about Winchester. Normally he just keeps to my bathroom and bedroom." Adyn said by way of explanation.

"You named the rodent? Uh, Spirit?" Dean corrected himself. "And you knew he was a spirit? And you haven't gotten rid of it?" Dean paused, suddenly realizing the rodents name. "You named your pet Winchester?"

"Well, yeah. Winchester's harmless. He was my pet," she explained before muttering, "so, I liked the guns the Winchester company made. Is that a problem?"

"Not really. Dean just finds it odd that you named your pet the same as our last name," Sam said.

"Harmless!? He tried to eat me, Adie. I don't see that as very harmless." Dean interjected

"What, exactly, is Winchester?" Sam asked. His mind already generating the wonderful things he was going to be able to use this debacle for.

"He's Adie's two-headed chinchilla." Montana explained once he could breathe again.

"You have the spirit of a two-headed chinchilla haunting your bathroom toilet?" Dean asked, still not quite believing it, even though he had seen it with his own two eyes.

"No, he haunts the kitchen toilet as well," Adyn replied sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "He just plays in the toilet most of the time. Like I said earlier, normally he keeps to my room. He was very fond me, so he stick close by."

"Then what the hell was he doing in this bathroom?" Dean asked crossing his arms.

"My guess is he wanted to play but didn't want to be interrupted by or scare Sam so he went to play in the one Monti was in."

"Scare Sam?! So he decided it was ok to scare me?'

"You probably scared him. He wasn't expecting you," Adyn said simply.

"Then why'd he try to eat me?"

"Would you like your playtime interrupted by somebody peeing on you?" she asked innocently.

All Dean could do was look at Adyn and blink. Adyn brushed past him into the hall bathroom.

"Sorry about that, Winnie... I forgot to tell them about you. Normally you don't pop up. My bad. Come on, you can play in the tub while I shower, if you want," she offered, leaning over the toilet. Walking out with a ghostly chinchilla following her, she looked Dean in the eyes. "One word about how lucky the rodent is and how you'd trade places with him any day, and I'll make sure to slip some heavy laxatives into your next meal."

"I didn't say anything!" Dean objected.

"No, but you were thinking it." Adyn countered

And with that, she went into her room and shut the door, leaving all the human boys in the hall.

"Dean, I might be wrong, but I don't think it's physically possible for a Chinchilla to eat a human."

"Shut up, Sam!" Dean barked as he returned to the bathroom and slammed the door.

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Everyone joined up in the living room, minus Winchester the ghost chinchilla. Adyn figured he had already caused enough trouble for one day.

"All right the first victim was a Brandon Daye. No known living family members. Owned a sizable estate in Germantown, which is where most of the deaths have happened," Adyn told them, giving them the run down of the first person they needed to investigate.

"Where did he work?" Sam asked.

"He was an architect at Miller and Vann Design. Apparently one of their best. Ok. So. I'm seeing three options: we stick together and investigate each thing as a group, not the best option in my opinion; we split up and each investigate one victim at a time, slightly better; or we split up and investigate two people at one time."

"It's harder to impersonate officials with four," Sam pointed out.

"My point exactly. I knew you were the smart one, Sam," Adyn winked at him.

"Me and Sam, and you and Montana?" Dean suggested.

"I know you're used to that Dean, but me and Montana know the area. If we pair you up with one of us we can cover more ground in a shorter amount of time."

"She has a point, Dean," Sam conceded.

"All right. Me and Adie; Montana and Sam?" Dean queried.

"I'm going with Dean," Montana stated adamantly

Adyn looked at Dean. "It's probably better. Montana's got better general people skills than you or I. So me and Sam'll take Brandon. You and Monti take the next victim." She paused to look at the file. "A Samantha Jones. Widowed. Has a 20 year old daughter, Emily. Mrs. Jones was the only female vic and the only one with a known family member in the area. Emily attends, sorry, attended the U of M as a Nursing Major. She withdrew for the semester, obviously. Work that to your benefit, Monti." She winked at her brother as she handed him the file on the Jones'.

"Adie! I don't need your help getting a girl. Besides, it isn't right, she just lost her mom," objected Montana.

"I'm just saying. Don't ever rule out a possibility." Adyn commented nonchalantly.

"Yeah, yeah I hear you. Take care of her Sam." Montana responded, changing the subject.

"I will. You watch out for Dean, he's a bit of a hot head sometimes," warned Sam.

"Geeez. You two really are girls. Lighten up," Dean scoffed.

"Meet you guy's back here," Adyn called as she grabbed her ipod and pushed Sam out the door.

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Dean and Montana climbed into the Impala.

"You're gonna take a right out of the subdivision," Montana directed.

"Aight. Insurance agents?"

"No, insurance would have been called in already, especially before the estates sale."

"Well, at least you're not dumb."

"Just cause we don't hunt regularly doesn't mean we don't know what we are doing."

"Hnn, never said you didn't."

"Whatever. Take a left here."

"So, how did you and Adyn end up hunting?" Dean asked to cover the stifling silence in the car. Hell, not even his beloved classics were helping to release the tension.

Montana looked at him. "I don't ask how you got into it. Of course, everyone knows the Winchesters. Your family's pretty much legend."

"Everybody's got a story."

"And that's all it is: a story. One that I can choose to tell or slam the book in your face."

"All right. Didn't mean to get your panties in a wad, Marilynn. Just trying to create some pleasant conversation."

'Tell him. He might understand you better.' Michael whispered, gently encouraging Montana.

Montana sighed. "We didn't really get into actual Hunting 'til after the car accident. But Dad was ex-marine, so he taught us survival skills and how to fight; he always said it should be basic knowledge and that those who could were never at a loss. He and Mom really didn't hunt either, but they knew about it and used our house as a safe haven for Hunters. After they died me and Adie kept that up. .Then we figured out that both 'accidents' were demonically related and started venturing into Hunting a little bit. At first we just helped out passing Hunters with their Hunts, but then we began tackling minor stuff we rustled up. That's when we found out how handy Dad's training really was. Well I did anyways. Adie always took to it better. She thrived on Dad's training, I, however just wanted to play sports. I still don't know how she managed to balance her lust for training and her passion of school."

Still thinking how similar Sam and Montana seemed, Dean interjected, "I take it Adyn enjoyed school?"

Hesitating slightly, Montana replied, "Well...Enjoyed isn't really the best word, but...yeah. She did. Much more than I do. See, she loves to know things, and how they work, but she didn't like classes very much, and she liked her teachers even less. She made their lives a living hell. Our mom homeschooled us til junior high; she even taught us Latin to make it easier to learn other languages in highschool." Montana smiled ruefully. "Of course, Mom didn't realize then how much we'd need it. Anyway, Adie really hated her sophomore history teacher. When he assigned her a report on Rome, she wrote the entire thing in Latin. Pissed him off royally. Gave her a C out of spite, but it made her day."

"Sounds like a stunt I'd pull." Dean laughed.

"Mom wasn't real happy, but Dad about bust his pants of pride." Montana looked around. "That's the house up there on the right."

Dean pulled up to the house and the two exited the Impala.

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Dean and Montana stomped angrily into the kitchen where Sam and Adyn were cooking dinner.

"Meatloaf? My favorite." Montana declared happily for his sister, despite his bitter mood.

"How did your intel hunt go?" Adyn asked.

"I'm never working with Dean again." Montana informed her.

Dean rolled his eye. "Feeling's mutual. Monti. But then again I remember wanting to go with Adyn or Sam."

"Montana to you, asshole. And Adyn isn't going with you either," Montana shot back.

"I was just fine working with Sam, if I remember, right little one." Dean glared obstinately, clenching his jaw.

"I'm guessing you had a wonderful time together," Sam mentioned drily.

"Monti, please behave. Dean can't be any worse than I am. Well, I guess he could...but if you can put up with me then you should be able to deal with anyone," Adyn broke in.

"So, what'dja guys find out?" Sam inquired, knowing that if Dean wasn't distracted soon, that he'd likely haul off and slug Montana. Honestly, Sam didn't want that happening. He was quite enjoying the whole real-food-and-real-beds and didn't want to see that compromised.

"Besides Emily's number for brooding studly over there, we learned somebody from Baha Inc. was after a rather rare family heirloom for about a month before the old lady kicked the can" Dean reported

"Dean, she wasn't old. She was forty-three!" Montana griped as he snitched some mashed potatoes, which earned him a hard smack on the hand from Adyn.

Shrugging, Dean continued, "Yeah, whatever. Friends say she started hanging around this new chick, but they never met her."

"Belle. The chick's name was Belle," Montana said with some disdain in his voice.

Dean shot a look at Montana. "Emily hadn't met her either, but she said her mom started acting weird about the time she met Belle."

"Did Baha Inc. get what they were after in the estate sale?" Adyn asked curiously.

"Nope. Emily sold off most everything but she kept most of the heirlooms for sentimental reasons." answered Montana.

"Well, we found much the same thing," Sam inserted. "Brandon was pursued, but for the land not an heirloom. Baha Inc. did get the land, and Brandon began hanging around a mysterious woman. But none of his friends, or his boss ever met her. Brandon seemed very protective of her," he continued as he set the table.

Adyn brought in the meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans. "So, both were hanging around a strange woman and acting out of character before their deaths. I think that's worth looking into."

They all, of course, nodded in agreement, since it was the logical thing to do. With this concession, they all sat done to as normal a dinner as those who hunt the supernatural can have. Conversation and theories flew back and forth amid the banter and lightheartedness of dinner.

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