Okay I know its Thursday and I promised a few chapters but a few things came up and I'm sorry. I'll upload the rest tomorrow I promise. Enjoy:

The engine noise grew louder as Dean sped towards Isabelle. Julia sat in the back seat flipping through a journal like dad's only thinner. Questions spun in my head after she shared a tiny part of her life with us.

"I'm sorry Julia but," her fierce brown eyes left the journal to watch me. "I don't understand why we are going to Isabelle. If your sister is in Cromwell, should we deal with her there? Deal with the werewolves later?"

Letting out a frustrated sigh she closed the book and replaced it in her bag.

"She's too dangerous-"

"What? And werewolves aren't?" Dean cut in.

"No," she said glaring at Dean for a moment. "it's just we shouldn't go after her right now. We need to stick to the plan."

"What plan?" Dean asked. "Go to Isabelle and probably get ourselves killed anyways by werewolves!"

"GAH! It's not my plan! I have to be patient, I will know when to strike." Julia yelled.

"You? What about us? Who's plan is this?" Dean shot back, honking at a semi to get out of the way.

She slouched in her seat, threw back her head and closed her eyes, jaw tightly clenched. I flicked my gaze between them both. So alike yet so different. Suddenly Julia spoke softly and I almost didn't catch it.

"I'm sorry," louder she said "It's John's idea not mine."

"What? Why would our father send us out there with a plan that makes no sense? Hell I still don't know what the plan is." Dean mumbled.

"It's more like getting information." she said slowly.

"Information? Sorry sweetie but you can't get info from a werewolf all fangs and blood lust. You may be spider man but you ain't Doctor Doolittle." snapped Dean.

I looked at Dean bewildered. What was he on about? Julia just laughed.

"What I think my brother is trying to say is what information is our dad seeking?" I asked slowly.

She met my gaze and a chill went down my back. Again she reminded me of someone. But who? The answer was on the tip of my tongues when Julia spoke, "Why do you people own vicious dogs?"

She cocked an eyebrow at me, and I asked: "excuse me?"

She sighed like I was missing a huge point.

"Think about it why do people own vicious dogs? Or in this case werewolves."

They are protecting something." Dean said, looking in the rear view mirror and changed lanes.

"Exactly." she said.

"I'm lost, what are they protecting?" I asked

Julia pursed her lips, "That dear Sammy is what I'm trying to find out."

I looked at Dean who gave me a side glance. Now what was going to happen? What was dad really up to? I sighed and pulled the newspaper clipping, from my jean pocket, Dean had given me at the diner. I was still baffled, what where we doing?

Julia sat back and I did the same, bringing my attention to the road. We past through Finland in the late afternoon , stopping for a small lunch of jerky and coke.

Julia looked at her thin journal again as we piled back into the car. Sliding into the drivers seat i asked, "What are you looking for now?"

"Hmm? Oh-um nothing." She replied fingering one of the creme colored pages before closing it.

We made it into Isabelle mid evening. The air was cool from the rain. I shook Dean awake and asked if I should stop at a hotel. He turned to look at Julia, who was sprawled across the back seat sleeping.

"Yea, maybe a cabin." He whispered.

I drove closer to the National Forest, the sky darkening slowly and the full moon rising.

"STOP!" Julia said her voice thick with sleep.

Startled I hit the brakes. We were in a parking lot on the edge of the forest. The lobby of a chain of cabins about 30 yards to the left of us.

"Why did-" Dean asked gesturing at the lobby.

"No time." She said getting out of the car.

Killing off the engine, Dean and I followed.

"Julia how do you eve know where to go?" Dean asked.

She hit the trunk of the Impala and let out an angry cry. She glared at Dena in the fading light.

"Its hurting again isn't it?" he asked softly.

I screwed up my face and looked at Dean. What? I thought What was hurting? Julia had a look of surprise and was staring at Dean.

"Huh?" I asked raising my hands in confusion.

Julia's eyes softened in the blue grey twilight. "Yes."

I stared at them, even more confused. Suddenly Julia rubbed her right arm and I understood. The scars. But it wouldn't explain how she'd find the werewolves.

"Open the trunk." she demanded.

"How will you find them?" I asked opening the trunk.

"I just will." She said opening the compartment that held the weapons.

She fumbled through the weapons quickly, "Need something bigger." she mumbled.

Grabbing one of the guns she checked to see if it was loaded. Satisfied she closed it with a click, and brought it to her side. Dean snatched the gun and pulled it away from her.

"What the hell Dean!" she cried.

I gave Dean a questioning look and he sighed at me, "You ain't going." he said to Julia's

"Excuse me?" she hissed.

Bad idea Dean I thought. "Do you eve know what your doing?Let us do this Julia. I don't' want you hurt."

She seethed with anger. I fiddled with one of the knives not sure what to do when suddenly she went calm. I turned looking at her back.

"Fine." She said and started to walk away, but not before I saw her grab a hunting knife.

Dean smiled in triumph at her until he realized what she was doing.

"Hey! Julia! NO!" He yelled as she ran for the forest.