"So, is this your partner?" Amy, the 'perky' officer was looking at me. Her expression was curiosity, with a hint of a glare.

"Yes, this is Detective Connolly." Dean introduced me.

"You can call me Chloe." I gave her my best quick fake smile, that disappeared just as fast as my lips had twitched upward.

"Well, here's the reports, Dean." She practically purred his name. "Maybe I'll catch you around before you leave town?"

"Maybe." He gave her a charming smile, before taking the files. "Thanks again..for these."

"It was no problem, really. And if there's anything else you need, anything else at all, just let me know." Amy smiled, poking her chest out slightly. I had to turn away and roll my eyes, fighting the urge to punch her in the face.

"Will do!" Dean called, as we left the police station.

"Was all that seriously necessary?" I growled, and he glanced over at me, his eyes smiling.

"Somebody jealous?" He asked gruffly, and I let out a sarcastic huff of a laugh.

"Of her? Pshhh." I looked over at him. "I get it, though."

"Get what?" His eyes were serious suddenly, watching mine intently.

"Why they try their hardest to get your attention." Looking away from him, I walked around to the passenger side of the Impala and opened the door. Getting inside, I shut it behind me.

"Oh, yeah?" He sat down in the driver's seat, shutting his own door. Dean looked over at me, his eyes glistening from the glare of the street lights around us. "Why's that?"

"Because you're pretty damn sexy, Winchester." I grinned. "But those girls know."

"Know what?"

"That they don't stand a chance in hell of ever gettin' anything more than a night in bed." I explained, looking into his eyes. "You roll in, and out again, in so many places...you're not lookin' for anything serious. It's written all over your face. I saw it the night I met you. You look at them like you know it's not personal, no strings attached. I get that, though. It makes sense considerin' what we do."

"Fair enough." His eyes were still on mine. "One question."

"Shoot."

"How do I look at you?" The words spoken from that gravelly voice of his caught me off guard. I was silent, and he turned his head away to crank up the Impala. Shifting from park, he pulled out of the police station, driving back towards the motel.

"I'm not really sure yet, Dean." I replied over the classic rock blaring from the speakers. The man beside me didn't say anything, just put his hand on my knee as he kept his eyes on the road.

I was in the bathroom, when I heard the motel room door open. A couple of footsteps later, I could hear the boys in unison, "Dude, I gotta talk to you." Followed by Sam's rushed explanation of what he saw Meg doing when he was stalking her.

"So, hott little Meg is summoning the Daeva." Dean was saying, as I walked into the room.

"Great taste in the ladies, Sam." I said surely, and he gave me a glare, before turning back to Dean.

"Looks like she was using that black alter to control the thing." Sam explained further, and I frowned, leaning against the wall.

"So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl." Dean chuckled slightly. "Now, what's the deal with that bowl, again?"

"She was looking into it." Sam went on to mention the how similar it was to witches using crystal balls and whatnot. "She was communicating with someone."

"With who?" The older brother asked. "With the Daeva?"

"No, you said those things were savages." Sam replied. "No, this was someone different.. Someone who's givin' her orders. Someone..who's comin' to that warehouse." The younger Winchester's voice was sure of his words, and Dean's face contorted in a strange expression, before he sat back down at the table.

"Holy crap." He looked up after shuffling through pages.

"What?" Sam asked, waiting. I pushed away from the wall, stepping up beside Sam.

"What I was gonna tell you earlier, I, uh, I pulled a favor with my.." Dean cleared his throat quietly, "..friend, Amy, over at the police department. The complete records of the two victims. We missed somethin' the first time."

"What?" His brother moved over to the table, leaning down to take a look.

"The, uh, first victim..the old man? He spent his whole life in Chicago, but he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." Dean moved the paper so that his younger brother could see.

"Lawrence, Kansas."

"That's just too strange.." I muttered, glancing at the page, I'd seen earlier with Dean

"Mhm." Dean hummed gruffly. "Meredith, second victim, turns out she was adopted. Well, guess where she's from?"

"Holy crap." Sam echoed his brother's words, as he sat down on the other side of the table.

"Yeah."

"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. It's where everything started." Sam said quietly. "So, you think Meg's tied up with a demon?"

"It's a definite possibility." Dean replied, and I stepped closer to where they sat.

"It could be unintentional." I offered. "You two know as well as I do that demons do what they want. Use who they want."

"But, I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these...Daeva things fit in?"

"Beats me." Dean's forehead wrinkled, his face serious. "But I say we trash that black alter, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation."

"No, we can't." Sam shook his head. "We shouldn't tip her off. We gotta stake out that warehouse. We gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her."

"I'll tell you one thing," Dean glanced at me, then back at Sam, "I don't think we should do this alone."

"Right, I'll get some things we'll need while you call Dad." Sam stood, and started toward the door.

"Hey, wait up!" I grabbed my jacket, shrugging into it as I shuffled over to the door. "I'll help."

"Okay, thanks." Sam gave me a light smile, and we left the motel room. Out at the car, I watched as he opened the trunk and began shoving various items into the bag.

"Sam, do you, uh... Think that this is really it? This is the thing that killed your mom?" I asked, leaning around him to grab a large knife. It was secure in its holder, and I put it into the bag.

"Honestly, I'm not too sure, but I think it is. I have this feelin' that we're close."

"Same." I agreed. "It's odd, like somethin' is just.. I dunno." I shrugged as he shut the trunk.

"Lurkin' in the shadows, waitin' for us?" Sam asked, and I scrunched my nose slightly, showing my distaste of his words.

"Well, when you put it that way.." I trailed off, turning on my heels, and he laughed lightly as we walked back toward the motel room. At the door, Sam unlocked it, allowing me to step inside first. Upon entering, I could hear Dean talking on the phone.

"We think we got a serious lead on the thing that killed Mom. So, uh..this warehouse, it's fourteen thirty-five West Erie. Dad, if you get this, get to Chicago as soon as you can." He closed the phone.

"Voicemail?" The man beside me asked, shouldering off the bag.

"Yeah." Dean's voice was lined with worry and slight disappointment. He stood when Sam dropped the bag onto the bed. "Jesus, what'd you get?"

"Uhh..hah, I ransacked that trunk." The younger Winchester's tone was quiet. "Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions... Not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything, huh?"

"Better safe than sorry." I piped up. "I'm bringin' a few of my own party favors." I nodded over to my bag by the door. The boys were loading their guns, when Dean glanced over at me.

"You don't have to come with us." He said surely, his green eyes burning into mine.

"Maybe I don't," I nodded, "but I want to."

"Big night." Dean turned his gaze toward his brother, knowing he wasn't talking me out of tagging along.

"Yeah." Sam acknowledged. "You nervous?"

"Nah.. Are you?"

"No, no way." Sam replied surely. "God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?"

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean warned, and I listened to the boys talk as I walked over to the door and grabbed my own bag.

"I'm know, I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school, just..be a person again." Sam muttered, as I sat down on Dean's bed, rummaging through my bag.

"You wanna go back to school?" Green Eyes sounded a bit annoyed, and I bit my lip to keep from snorting.

"Yeah," Sam responded, "once we're done huntin' the thing."

"Huh." Dean grunted, and I glanced up to see Sam's expression change.

"Why? Is there somethin' wrong with that?" He asked his older brother, and my eyes shifted back down the cold metal in my hands. I released the clip, checking to see if it was full.

"No. No, it's uh, great. Good for you." Dean muttered, and I shook my head slightly.

"Here we go." I breathed, and the older Winchester shot me a quick glare. I shrugged my shoulders sharply at him, as if to say, "what?".

"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?"

It's never gonna be over."

"I second that!" I spoke up, and Sam turned toward me. He was about to say something, when Dean continued speaking.

"There's gonna be others. There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt."

"But there's gotta be somethin' that you want for yourself-" Sam started, but his brother cut him off.

"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." He walked over to the dresser, and I could tell he was getting upset.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam asked, and I winced. I understood both sides, but when your brother didn't want you to leave, and you tell him you are... Asking him what his "problem" is, is a bit insensitive. My green eyed boy just stood there in silence for a moment, the tension thickening in the room. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

"Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you from Stanford in the first place?"

"Okay, guys.." I stood from the bed. "I'll be at the car." I didn't wait for an answer, as I shrugged my bag onto my shoulder and walked over to the door. Opening it, I stepped out and shut it behind me, before walking toward Baby.

It meant a lot to me that the boys were comfortable enough to talk serious family issues in front of me. Still, that was Dean and Sam's business, and I felt uncomfortable being a bystander to their personal conversation. Once I reached the Impala, I leaned against the hood, shivering a bit from the cold weather. My thoughts buzzed around in my head like a swarm of bees, as I worried about Dean.

He wanted what every hunter wanted. His family, all together, in one piece. No one could fault him on that. It was something that anyone would want. Especially when you knew loss. When someone you loved had been taken from you so quickly. Once you experienced that, once you knew what things go bump in the night, it made you want to hold onto those you love and never let go.

I snuggled deeper into my jacket, hoping they wouldn't be too much longer. With what could possibly lie ahead, the boys needed clear heads. They needed to be prepared in every way, not ill with each other over life decisions. As much as it would hurt Dean, it was Sam's right to choose what he wanted out of life. If he wanted to leave hunting behind, it was his to leave. No matter how Dean felt about it.

Noise from the motel caught my attention, and I looked up to see the boys trudging in my direction. Dean's expression was nearly as cold as the night, and I pushed away from the hood, preparing to climb into the backseat. Sam walked around the car, as Dean unlocked the door. He opened the driver's side door, looking at me as I grabbed the handle to get in in. My eyes caught his, and he raised his left eyebrow slightly.

"I can't talk you out of this?"

"Nope." I climbed in and shut the door.

"Figured." Dean mumbled, climbing in and shutting the door a little harder than I expected. I let out a quiet breath, not even realizing I had been holding it, as he started the engine and put the car in reverse.

The ride to the warehouse was awkwardly silent. You could cut the tension between the two boys with a knife, and I was torn. I felt more for Dean, because I understood his mentality. My sister's death hadn't resulted in my father hunting, he had been a hunter for a long time. But it did cause problems in our family, leading to where I was now. All on my own, a tiny fragment of my being wishing that we were all still together.

And in Sam's case, I knew that the job wasn't for everyone. He wanted his revenge, and then he wanted back out. No one could blame him for that. No one. It wasn't a bad thing, it wasn't something he should feel guilty for. The truth is that the only thing the whole situation was, was sad. Dean wanted his brother and his dad by his side, Sam wanted to have a normal life. Unfortunately, normal lives weren't much for people like us. We didn't get 'normal'. Ever.

"This is it." Dean said gruffly, as he parked the Impala. I looked at the warehouse across from where we were sitting, and my stomach knotted. This just looks like every bad scenario ever.. I thought, my eyes skimming over the place.

"You ready?" Sam's voice snapped me out of my gaze, and I looked at him him before opening my door.

"I'm always ready." I replied with a smirk, as I stepped out and shut the door behind me. I shouldered my bag and started toward the warehouse.

"Hey!" Dean called to me, and I turned back to see him striding forward. "Wait up, Rambo, we're not just chargin' in there."

"Well, yea, I get that." I sneered, and Sam chuckled.

"Follow me, I know how to get in." The younger brother assured. I fell in behind him, Dean at my side. Sam led us through a door that creaked, and I winced at the sound. Stepping lightly, we ventured through the warehouse, Sam leading us to our destination. He stopped suddenly, jerking his head over at the elevator. I groaned internally, knowing that we were going to have to climb it. I hated heights.

Sam went first, Dean motioning for me to go in behind him. I gave him a dirty look as I started up, knowing he was only wanting to be under me for one reason. Winchester... I rolled my eyes as I continued up behind Sam. Glancing down, I saw Dean under me, looking up. He gave me a sheepish grin, and I shook my head, focusing my attention back to climbing. The metal under my hands felt cold and smooth, causing me to take a deep silent breath. Almost to the top.

When Sam stopped, I moved to the left a bit, and pulled myself up to his level. Meg was in front of us, chanting with candles all around. I recognized some of the words she was saying, and I frowned. She was dealing with some big time mojo, and stopping whatever it was she had planned, wasn't going to be easy. Within seconds, Dean was beside me, his body very close to mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

Sam began to move again, squeezing through the gate without a sound, and I followed. Inhaling quietly, I pulled myself through the space between the gate and the wall, staying on Sam's heels. Dean was through before I could blink, and handing Sam a gun. I took mine from my jeans carefully, as Dean started around us to get the angle on her. Sam had his gun pointed at Meg, and I had my own lowered slightly, as I moved with fluid silence. Making our way to some crates, we ducked down, and I glanced at Dean.

His face was full of determination and loyalty. It was swirling in those beautiful green eyes. It was all over his face, the fact that he would never let this demon that killed his mother get away with it. If this was the one, and from everything we had found prior to this moment it seemed to be a possibility, tonight would be the boys' revenge. Tonight was going to change their lives forever, because after this... Who knew what would happen. If this was the one.

"Guys.. Hiding's a little bit childish, don't you think?" Meg said suddenly, as Dean and Sam looked at each other with stunned expressions. I was a bit shocked myself.

"Well, that didn't work out like I planned." Dean muttered quietly, and I glanced up to see Meg turning toward us.

"Why don't you come out?" She asked calmly, and the boys moved from the crates, cautiously. "Sam.. I have to say, this puts a real crimp in our relationship."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Sam agreed, as Dean stepped over toward me, placing himself between Meg and I.

"So," the man in front of me taunted, "where's your little Daeva friend?"

"Around." She played back. "You know, that shotgun's not gonna do much good."

"Oh, don't worry, Sweetheart. Shotgun's not for the demon." He countered.

"So, who is it, Meg? Who's coming?" Sam asked, watching her intently. Who are you waiting for?"

"You." Meg grinned, and before I knew it, the boys were being thrown around like rag dolls.

Before I could react, something hit my stomach hard, knocking me to the floor. I tried to scramble to my feet, but I was hit again in the back and everything went black.

Sorry for the update wait guys ! I've been super busy with work and writing my book (yes, I'm writing a book !) so it's been hectic my way ! I hope you guys are really seeing Evelyn as a fellow hunter. I'm writing her as smoothly into this as possible.

I want to show her as a bad ass that can take care of herself, while also a girl that loves family and does have her weaknesses. I want her to be as realistic as possible to fit in with the boys, and I'm loving writing Dean being so different with her. His recognition that she's not like other girls makes it sooooo awesome to write their relationship. I didn't want to just throw them together, because we all know how Dean Winchester is, and this needs to be a relationship that you see form and grow. It needs to be felt, as well, which I'm hoping you all are ! I want to rip your feelings apart, stitch them back together, and rip them apart again.

I seriously hope you all are enjoying this story. I have been playing it out in my head for months on how I want certain things to go here and there, and it's finally coming together !

You all are amazing. Every READ/FAV/FOLLOW/REVIEW is GREATLY APPRECIATED !

Thank you for being wonderful readers.

~Kaila