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Okay, totally off subject: I just saw The Dark Knight, and what can I say? The movie was nothing short of amazing. The plot, action sequences, stunts, and dialogue was top notch. In my opinion, that was the movie of the summer!!

Okay back to our favorite TV show.

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Oh Shit!!

My eyes went wide. I knew whose voice that was. It was the voice that would always bring me to my knees. The voice that would always have control over me. The voice I would always surrender to. The voice that my actions were futile against. It was the voice I thought I had left behind all those years.

I took a last gulp of my beer, inhaled my last breath, and turned around. The sight I faced when I turned was the scene of the century. There stood the infamous Winchester brothers. The thing that took me by surprise the most was little Sammy. Well not little Sammy anymore, he had to be at least 6'4, which was towering over his older brother. Sam had let his hair grow out, which curved around his oval dark face. Then my eyes drifted to Sam's right. My breath hitched in my throat. There in his usually masculine stance stood the erotic, steamy, too seductive for his own good Dean Winchester. I let my eyes wander. He had been working out since I saw him last. Maybe it was just the hunting. But, damn, it was doing 

him some good. Dean's eyes seemed be just as curious as mine. Sam, suddenly coming to his senses, knocked Dean on the elbow. Dean quickly shook his head and cleared his voice.

"Hey Gab," Sam voice softly spoke.

This seemed to shake me out of my daydream. I looked up and smiled.

"Sam, it's so good to see you." I said emotionally as I reached up on my tip-toes to give him hug.

"It's been too long," I breathed out into Sam's neck.

"Yeah, it has," Sam added as we parted.

"Hey, hey, save some love for me, sweetheart," a voice said from behind me.

"Still the same Dean Winchester, huh?" I joked as I wrapped my arms around him. Mhmm.. Still smells like he used too, I thought as I inhaled his leather jacket. I suddenly felt like I was home.

After the shock wore I finally was able ask them what they were doing here.

"We have a proposition for you, Gab." Sam suggested.

Winchester propositions are never the most simple. Let me have another drink first.

"Okay, what about you tell me over a couple drinks?" I asked.

"Hell yeah, now that's my language, blondie!" Dean said enthusiastically.

I just laughed and shook my head. Same old Dean.

Ten minutes later we were at a table with a couple of Millers.

"So let me get this straight. You want me to drop everything I'm doing here to go hunting with you?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, pretty much." Dean said as he took a drink of his beer.

"And you can't tell me the reason why?" I asked again.

"We just thought it would be fun for old times' sake," Sam answered.

I looked at them and just busted out laughing.

"The Winchesters don't just drive all the way from California to Boston for old times' sake," I stated as I crossed my arms.

"How do you know we were in California?" Sam asked.

My face saddened as my stomach turned into a guilty knot.

I looked down. "I watch the news. There was a fire at Stanford. I'm sorry about your girlfriend, Sam." I said softly.

Sam looked surprised. Probably, shocked the news made its way all the way to Boston in a night.

"Thanks" he said with a sad voice.

" Fine, our dads missing. We need help." Dean finally told the truth.

Once again my eyes softened.

"Dean, I'm sorry. John was like a father to me. But you don't understand I don't hunt anymore. I left all that shit behind the day Gabe died." I said slowly.

"Gab, our dad was trailing a demon, the demon. He said he was gaining on it." Dean said.

"He's always trailing the demon. But he is always a step behind. It's always going to be like that." I said with a sigh.

"So you just gave up?" Dean asked.

"What did you expect me to do? I was done chasing monsters in the dark." I answered.

"Gab, that's not the only thing. Our dad, he was working with a partner, your father." Sam stated.

This caught my attention. I haven't heard from my dad since I was seventeen.

"Dad said Michael had a lead on the demon that killed our mother and the demon that killed Gabe." Sam finished.

"What?" I asked.

"What Sam is saying, blondie, is that if we find our dad, we find Gabe's killer. And don't act like you don't care. Because I know you do. As soon as Sam mentioned Gabe names your head popped up like you had an aneurism. I know you want to catch this son of a bitch as much as we do." Dean said.

"Will you just give me a night to think about it?"

"Tell us your answer in the morning." Sam stated as he smiled.

I just nodded and took a sip of my beer.

"So Gab, what have you been up?" Sam I asked curiously.

I was just about to answer him when an annoying voice interrupted.

"Gab, what the hell were you thinking, you bitch!" I looked up to see Jason with a bloody nose.

I just smiled.

"I was thinking that you really needed a nose job." I said.

"What about my car?" He asked yelling.

"Hmm. Think of it as payment. Payment for the emotional damage you caused." I added.

"Payment?" He was just about to yell some more when he caught sight Sam and Dean at the table with me.

"Who the hell are these fuck-turds?" He asked with venom.

My eyes lit up.

"Oh these handsome young gentleman?" I asked while pointing to Sam and Dean.

"These are my personal sex slaves" I added. Dean's eyes went wide as Sam spit his beer out, clearly in shock.

"So you've been playing me? You really are a whore." He yelled.

"Ha! Am I really the whore?" By this time the whole bar was watching the little show we had on.

"I just wanted something a little better. Someone who could keep it up for more than two minutes. And apparently those two minutes were enough for Sandra," I added with a triumphant smile.

I grabbed my jacket and walked out.

"Dude, you just got burned." Dean added as he walked pass Jason.

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"Daddy" an eight year-old Gabriella called.

"Yeah, hun?" Michael responded.

"Do you love me?" Gabby asked softly.

"What kind of question is that, Gabby? Of course I love you. You and Gabe are my number ones." Michael said as he embraced his young daughter.

"I don't want the monsters to get me." Gabby breathed out in a scared tone.

"They will never get you. I won't let them. I'll always protect you." Michael promised while looking his daughter in the eye.

"But who will protect you, daddy?" the eight year-old asked.

"At the moment sweetie, God has that job," Michael answered.

"Don't worry daddy, I'll protect you." Gabby promised her father.

Tears were pouring like raindrops down my as my mind reminded me of that day.

God, I miss you daddy, my mind screamed.

"Gabby," a voice was heard entering my room.

I tried quickly to conceal my tears as Sarah made her way into my room.

"It's okay, Gab" Sarah said softly as she wrapped her arms around me. At that moment I completely broke down for the first time in five years.

"Please talk to me Gab," Sarah pleaded as she rested her head on mine.

I pulled away from our embrace and looked her in the eye. At that moment, I knew she deserved the truth.

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"So let me get this straight, you used to hunt Casper, those guys that visited you were the modern day Ghostbusters." Sarah said as she took a breath.

"I know it sounds crazy but" I started but soon interrupted.

"Oh don't worry, I believe you." Sarah said.

"You do?" I asked with confusion. If anyone else heard my confession they probably would lock me up in a crazy house.

"Yeah, I mean it makes perfect sense; your bruises and scars, your little spell books you have, the way you laugh at the most frightening movies, and, oh, don't forget your little bag of weapons you hide under your bed" Sarah said with a laugh.

"You knew about that?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, I was looking for my black heels two years ago when I stumbled on to your little trunk. I mean, I thought you were an escaped convict at first. I was going to go all John McClane on your ass but then I figured your probably a lot more use to me here than you would be back in prison fighting whores for cigarettes." She joked.

"I sometimes wonder if I'm the only sane one in this house," I joked.

"Hey, you're the one claiming to hunt Big Foot," she laughed.

I smiled and looked down.

"So what should I do?" I asked.

"Well, that is a decision only you can make. I mean, I know you tried to run away from your past but it just tears you down inside. I've watched you grow all these while keeping your emotions inside and it made you so closed up that if you keep up at the rate your going, you're going to end up one fucked up individual." Sarah said with extreme seriousness.

"I kinda figured that" I answered.

"So the choice is up you, Gab," Sarah finished.

I just nodded as I looked a picture of my father and I.

"I have a lecture in fifteen minutes, will you be okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, thanks so much, Sarah. What would I do without you?" I smiled.

"Just crash and burn" she responded with a smiled.

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"I will always protect you, Gab."

"You'll understand in time sweetheart"

"You can't know Gabby. It would ruin your whole life. Dad and I have to protect you"

"What? Come on Gabby! You want to me to pinky promise you or something? Or do whatever you chicks do."

"No matter what happens I will always protect you. I will always be right beside you."

" Your kids are stuck right in the middle of it"

"War on humanity"

I finally shook myself away from cliché flashbacks. I looked over to the table to grab the piece of paper with the written number on it. I picked up my phone and dialed it.

"Hello," a sleepy voice answered.

"Dean, I'm in,"

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