A/N: Hey everyone!!!!!!!

I wanted to say that I am SOOOOOO sorry for the long wait for the next chapter! But, as we all know life happens; and to add on too that I had a huge writer's block...

This chapter might be a little shorter than previous ones - but I promise the next one will be coming soon!!!!! And I know it's taking a while to get around to the resolution of this case - but I promise that it is worth the wait!

Please read and review! I really enjoy hearing from all of you!

Sincerely,

Jayne


Chapter Eight

"Dean," Sam called as he entered the hotel room, shutting the door with a little too much force; he tossed his suit jacket on the nearest bed while loosening the tie around his neck.

"Yeah?" Dean called back, trying to refocus his eyes as they adjusted back to normal after staring at the computer screen too long.

"I think there's another hunter on the case."

"How do you know?"

"The coroner said that a young woman who told him she was an agent. An agent named Elizabeth Austen." Sam replied, sitting down on the chair across from Dean, and letting his long legs stretch out.

Dean shrugged, "So…?"

"Dean, you never read anything assigned in school, did you?" Sam asked, though he already knew the answer.

His brother merely shrugged in response, "Dude, I didn't do anything in school."

"Jane Austen was a famous classic author. She wrote 'Pride and Prejudice', 'Emma', and a lot of other books." Sam just shook his head while his brother smirked.

"I think I saw a porno named Pride and –"

"Please don't finish that sentence."

"Fine; so, what's the significance again?"

"Elizabeth was a main character in 'Pride and Prejudice'; a book that was authored by Jane Austen."


Just as the Winchester's were discussing the significance of her alias – Ann was reviewing the case file, notes she had taken while talking with the coroner, and any information she could find on the internet and the local library. The papers were strewn in a wide circle around her on the floor – having been categorized into separate, distinct piles.

The information ran through her mind a mile a minute while she processed. Tim liked to liken her to a super computer when she got in this mood – ear buds in and music turned up to deafening levels that blocked out any possible external noise; freed her mind to turn evidence over in her mind, over and over until she could find a match, a answer to the question in front of her.

Ectoplasm = one powerful mother. But what would a gho- her train of thought was interrupted by the movement of the door to the hotel room. The movement of Ann's hand was fast as she gripped the knife she kept in her belt and threw it at the door – the blade wedging itself deeply into the thin wood of the motel door. It was only after the knife had left her hand that she realized who had come through the door…

She yanked the buds from her ears, letting them fall to the floor as she stood. "Tim,"

Tim looked from the small woman to the knife in the door, "Why are you so edgy?"

"I'm sorry – I…it was reflex." The apology fell flat – but Tim didn't mind. Neither of them were very good at apologies to begin with.

"Thought I would bring you some coffee," Tim held out the Starbucks cup to her.

Ann smiled, taking the pro-offered cup. "Thanks…"

"No problem…I figured I should feed the Super Computer before she ran out of power…"

Ann grinned wider at him, giving him a hug that was meant to be purely friendly; but Tim's hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer against him.

She had to lean her head back to see his face, which is when it all went to hell…