A/N: Alright, new chapter! I hope you are all as excited as I am. Hopefully this will explain a couple things, get some other things rolling and provide some comic relief. The song is from Judas Priest, chapter title is the song title. Oh, and if you find what happens to Dean in this chapter at all comical, you should read a fic by stealthyone called "When Chupacabras Attack."

Chapter Ten: Parental Guidance

You say I waste my life away
But I live it to the full
How would you know anyway
You're just mister dull
Why don't you get into the things we do today
You could lose twenty years right away
So we say
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
Every day you scream at me
To turn the music low
Well if you keep on screaming
You'll make me deaf you know.
You always chew me out, because I stay out late
Until your three-piece suit comes back in date
Get one thing straight
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
There's no communication
I'm tired of explanation
Is this message getting through
You went through the same thing too
Don't you remember what it's like to lose control
Put on my jacket for you get too old
Let's rock and roll
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
We don't need no
No no no
Parental guidance here
Oh no
One life
And I'm gonna live it up

"How the hell do you know this?" Dean demanded.

"I'm smart." Ty answered immediately with a grin, but quickly added, "And if you say 'no, seriously,' I will totally kick you in the balls."

Dean paused, staring at her with his mouth open. Slowly, he backed up a few steps, lowered his hands into a defensive position and asked, "Okay, so how did you so brilliantly come to his conclusion?"

Sam snickered and Ty felt like giving him a high five but instead decided that she probably should explain since there was still the off chance (like a billion to one) that she might be wrong.

"So, there was this episode of Charmed…" she began quickly, but was interrupted by Dean's groan. She glared at him, "Shut up! That show used to be cool. Anyway, the point is that there was this episode where they were fighting something. I don't remember what. A demon maybe. But all the attacks were at these points that formed a pentagram. It gave me the idea to see if maybe the same things happening here. I checked and there is going to be a carnival this week in the perfect spot in Colorado to complete this pattern."

"Huh." Sam said as if he were actually stunned that a TV show might actually prove helpful in real life.

"And," Ty continued, beginning to feel rather proud of herself for having thought of this no matter what her inspiration might have been, "on the show, the points weren't the really important part. They were just crossing centers of power like leylines or something. The most important part was what is in the center. So, what is right here?"

She held up her map, her finger hovering above the state of Kansas. She looked at both the boys, searching their faces to see what they thought and found that they both looked a little pale. The area she was pointing to meant something to them.

"What?" she asked, "What is it?"

Sam and Dean met each other's gaze, "You know what's in that area, right?"

Sam nodded, "Stull."

"Stull?" Ty asked, feeling very much out of the loop.

Dean was already moving back to the driver's side of the car and unlocking the door, "Stull, Kansas, is a gateway to hell."

Ty's jaw muscles went slack and her lips curved into a large 'O.' That couldn't be good.

Sam was already at the passenger door, waiting for Dean to let him in. Ty hurried over, feeling tension escalating, pouring off both the Winchesters. Ever since she had pointed out the center of the pentagram, bad vibes had radiated off them like a heat wave. Ty had a feeling that her first hunt had in no way prepared her for whatever was about to go down with these carnies, whoever or whatever they were.

"When is this carnival supposed to be in Colorado?" Dean asked as the Impala's engine roared to life.

"Uh…" Ty said, stalling as she double-checked her information, "Three days from now."

"Great." Dean grumbled, "Two phone numbers in one day and we've already got to skip town. Ty, we'll go by your place and grab your stuff. We can be in Albuquerque tonight and Greeley tomorrow."

"Wait, wait! I have to tell my parents I'm leaving and…and my job! Give me a couple minutes." Ty protested.

She'd expected them to take off, but she hadn't expected them to want to leave right this minute! Well, at least she'd already started packing. Ty's mind buzzed as she tried to think of a convincing way of telling her parents that she was running off with two demon hunters to hunt evil carnies and possibly meet her death in flames on a ceiling without actually saying any of that.

"Dean, it's not that far. We can wait until tomorrow." Sam proposed, playing peacemaker.

Dean grumbled under his breath, but nodded, "Yeah, alright. I guess we can wait until tomorrow morning. You think you can be ready by then?"

He glanced into the review mirror at her and Ty glared back at him, not liking the implications of his statement.

"Yes." she hissed, "I think I can be ready by then."

"Good." Dean replied, ignoring her tone.

Ty thought angry thoughts at the back of Dean's head. He had to be trying to piss her off. He couldn't be naturally this annoying. How could she like him and hate him at the same time?

Ty sulked for the remainder of the short ride back to her house. She tried to continue thinking of a cover story, but her thoughts could only get so far before an angry interjection about what an ass Dean was broke her concentration.

"Hey, what are you going to tell your parents? Do they know about hunting?" Sam asked suddenly, frankly freaking Ty out a little bit with how close to her current train of thought his questioning was.

"No, they don't know and I'm trying to think of something right now." Ty said.

"I hope you're not planning on telling them the truth." Dean said as he pulled up in her driveway.

"Yeah, I was just looking for the right way of saying 'Mom and Dad, I'm going ghost-busting. See ya!'" Ty snapped, "Of course I'm not going to tell them the truth."

Dean said "Good" at the same time as Sam asked "Why?"

The brothers glared at each other before Ty could respond to either of them and Ty got the feeling that maybe this wasn't a new topic of discussion.

"She can't tell them the truth, Sam." Dean insisted.

"Why not? Don't they have a right to know what their daughter wants to do with her life?" Sam argued.

"Not when they won't believe her! They'll toss her in an institution!"

Ty felt like pointing out that she was personally siding with Dean and that she didn't particularly like padded walls, but Sam was already yelling back at his older brother, "Why do you always think lying is the answer?"

"Why do you think the telling the truth is so great? You know the truth is something that really jives with what we do."

"She shouldn't lie to the people she cares about!"

"Why? 'Cause you did?" Dean's mouth snapped shut, but a second too late to cut off his accusation.

Ty watched as Sam's face scrunched up in shock and fury: shock as if he couldn't believe his brother had just said that and fury that he had thought it and had the audacity to verbalize the thought. Ty was about eighty percent certain that Sam was going to punch Dean in the face, or at least try. Dean was tense, waiting, as if he were expecting the same reaction. Ty thought about saying something, but couldn't find the words to break through the heaviness that had settled in the car.

"Yeah, Dean." Sam finally ground out between tightly clenched teeth, obviously restraining himself from doing or saying more, "Because I did and look what happened."

"Sam," Dean began slowly, cautiously, "this isn't anything like that."

Ty entertained the possibility of silently slipping out of the car and wondered if she could get away with it. She glanced at the door handle, only inches from her hand. Her fingers twitched as she thought about turning it, ever so slowly.

"Fine." Sam spat out the word and made Ty jump.

She looked over at the younger of the brothers and couldn't help but feel concerned for him. Obviously something terrible and painful had happened to him. Something that her situation was bringing to mind. She felt bad for him, but she still couldn't help but agree with Dean on this point. Telling her parents would just cause more problems and almost certainly end with her storming out of the house, burning all bridges for possible return. Informing them that she was going on a trip to fight things they probably didn't even believe in wasn't like telling them she wanted to study abroad…

"Oh, I got it." she blurted and then instantly regretted reminding the boys of her existence.

They both looked at her and she unconsciously shrank lower in her seat, wishing they would stop looking at her, especially Sam.

'I'm not here.' she urged them mentally, 'You can't see me.'

But apparently the Force was not particularly strong with her because they boys did seem to notice her and were waiting for her to say or do something else.

"Uh…could you guys maybe wait here for a little bit?" she asked.

She caught Dean nodding, but didn't really wait for an answer before bolting out of the car. Both of her parents vehicles (her dad's beaten up truck and her mom's supremely lame Buick) were both present so this was probably the best time to get this over with. She paused before the door to prepare, reviewing her story. Then, she took a breath and a quick glance back at the black Chevy in the driveway (that really made the other cars look like little girls' bicycles with pink streamers and all) before heading inside.

"Hey, Anna." her dad greeted her from his usual spot on the couch right in front of the TV.

"Hey, Dad. Where's Mom?" Ty asked when it became apparent that her mother wasn't in the room.

"Jan!" her dad yelled helpfully.

"Coming!" her mom yelled back from some obscure location in the house.

Ty fidgeted impatiently until her mother appeared in the living room. She looked at Ty questioningly and her dad actually lowered the volume on the television, a clear indication that they were ready for her to spill whatever it was that she had to say that required them to both be present.

"I know this is kind of last minute, but it turns out that there's this really great opportunity for me to join a couple of grad students to do some fieldwork." Ty began, explaining quickly, hoping that her parents wouldn't notice that she was really nervous, "I didn't say anything about it because I didn't think I'd be able to go, but someone just dropped out and I'm in, so I need to tell you guys that I'll be leaving tomorrow morning."

"Tomorrow?" her mom exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

"North. Some place in Colorado that no one's ever heard of. Don't worry. I've got everything under control. It's just all happening really fast." she tried to sound confident and reassuring.

"Who're these kids you're going with?" her dad demanded.

"They're names are Dean and Sam. I just met them. Apparently they do the same kind of stuff that I do. Don't worry, Dad. They're good guys." as soon as she said it she realized her parents were going to need further assurance before feeling especially happy about her taking off with two older guys, so she quickly added another lie, "Besides, Dr. Barrington will be there the whole time to supervise."

Ty did not nor had she ever known a Dr. Barrington, but she was confident that the title of doctor would soothe her parents' worries. Besides, it was a better answer than what she would normally go with: some kind of peevish remark about how she was old enough to supervise herself. Her eyes darted from her mom to her dad and back again, judging their reactions. They were both quiet, absorbing the information. Finally, her mom asked, "How long will you be gone?"

Ty almost froze since she didn't have a real answer for that question. But, like the accomplished bull-shitter that an academic career had made her (because that's all essay writing really was), she made up an answer on the spot, "Well, that depends on how the field work goes. Dr. Barrington said that we won't really know how long it will take until we get on sight and see what we're dealing with. But, I'll call and let you know how things are going."

"How are you getting there? You're car won't make it cross-country." her dad objected.

"I'm riding with Sam and Dean. Dr. Barrington's already heading out to get everything set up. We're supposed to meet him there tomorrow night." Ty crossed her fingers behind her back, willing her parents to stop asking questions and just wish her well.

"I want to meet these guys." her dad said like she'd known he would.

"I figured." she nodded, "I met with them for lunch and asked them to come over. They're waiting outside."

With that, Ty leaped back towards the door and disappeared outside.

'So far, so good.' she thought as she closed the door behind her and let out the breath she'd been holding, 'Damn it! Why'd I think that? Whenever anyone thinks that in the movies, something bad happens! Man, maybe I should knock on wood. Dean's head'll probably work.'

Sam rolled down the window when Ty approached the car.

"So?" he asked.

"Kind of told them that you guys are grad students and we're going to do fieldwork in Colorado." Ty explained with a sheepish grin.

"That's my girl." Dean said approvingly, but his face was scrunched up in an uncomfortable expression and he was fidgeting in his seat.

Sam frowned slightly, but didn't comment on it. He just asked, "What kind of fieldwork?"

"I didn't specify, but they'll probably assume archaeological." Ty shrugged.

"So, that's like what? Digging up bones and shit?" Dean asked and then burped loudly.

Ty wrinkled her nose at him, wondering what had gotten into him. Then, she remembered.

'Spicy burrito. Right. Guess his stomach isn't as tough as he thought.' she snickered mentally.

"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam demanded.

"Nothing." Dean snapped, his face telling a complete different story, "It's just…that burrito's not really agreeing with me."

"Dean, how many times do you have to get acid indigestion before you'll learn not to eat freaking spicy food?" Sam lectured.

"Why don't you…" Dean began in an irritated voice, but then cut off abruptly.

Ty didn't hear any tell-tale sign of the dangerous territory she was now in, but the smell that now wafted from the open window caused her to back up a couple steps and wave her hand in front of her nose to clear the air.

"Safety?" Dean offered, a slightly embarrassed smile on his face.

"Ugh, Dean!" Sam complained, hurriedly getting out of the car and frantically beating the infected air away from his face.

"Dude, my parents want to meet you!" Ty gasped as she backed a little further away from the car as more of the smell was released when Sam opened the door.

"Hey, I can't help it!" Dean protested as he got out of his side and faced them over the hood of the Chevy.

"Just stay over there." Sam said, holding his hand up to ward Dean off as he backed closer to Ty. He looked over at Ty, "Maybe it would be best to stay in the open air."

"Seriously, this is not my fault!" Dean complained, "I just…"

This time Ty and Sam both heard the sound that is only funny when it comes from a whoopee cushion. Ty covered her mouth to hide the fact that she was actually finding this somewhat funny as well as horrifying. Sure, this was making it more difficult to pass the guy's off as trustworthy professionals, but on the other hand she had seen enough Monty Python that she appreciated the humor of the situation as well. Besides, Dean deserved the embarrassment after being such an ass at the restaurant.

'The sad part is that you find Mr. Flatulence over there attractive.' her brain teased.

'Shut up. I don't right now!' Ty protested, 'That smell is anything but attractive.'

"Man," Sam said, unable to disguise his laughter, "you are not touching Mexican food ever again."

"Yeah." Ty couldn't help but agree, "That smell definitely puts a damper on your sex appeal."

Dean glared at them both, but the effect was ruined by another involuntary expulsion of gaseous material. Ty clamped her hands over her mouth again, unsuccessfully attempting to contain a snort of laughter. Sam didn't bother to try and staunch his own glee over his brother's unfortunate condition.

"Alright." Ty finally pulled herself together enough to speak without dissolving into a fit of giggles, "You stay downwind and I'll get my parents."

"Bite me. What are you guys, six?" Dean snapped and Sam's laughter redoubled, but Ty sent him a look and he nodded, quickly calming himself down.

Ty had to quickly stifle her own laughter a second time before she opened the door. Dean had a point. She was being kind of childish about this, but it was nice to be immature every once in awhile. Besides, she might as well get it out of her system, "Mom, Dad! The guys are out here if you want to come out and meet them!"

Ty's parents came outside and Sam immediately stepped forward to shake both their hands while Ty made introductions. She purposefully left off Sam and Dean's last name because she wasn't sure whether they wanted her to give it or not.

"So you guys both go to ASU?" Ty's mom asked Sam.

But Ty was more concerned with her dad who was moving over to Dean's car.

"This your car?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." Dean nodded, pride evident in his voice.

"I used to have a car like this. They're like a boat on the road, but they're nice cars." her dad nodded approvingly.

Ty sighed with relief. If Dean's car met with her father's approval, she was sure that Dean and Sam would also. Her mom also seemed fairly charmed by Sam who was exuding "polite, young student" vibes. Ty couldn't help but smile excitedly. This was actually going to work. She was getting out of here! Not that she really needed her parents' approval to do so, but it was nice to not have to fight them for once in her life.

She lost track of the two conversations until she noticed Dean shaking her father's hand and her dad heading back into the house. Her mom followed suit, saying goodbye to Sam.

Ty glanced over her shoulder to make sure her parents weren't looking before sending a thumbs up to the boys, "See you guys in the morning. What time you coming by?"

"Like eight or nine." Sam said with a glance over at Dean. He continued in a whisper, "Maybe earlier if he keeps this up all night."

Ty grinned at Sam, sharing the joke with him.

"Sam! Move you ass!" Dean snapped, apparently not appreciating their mutual enjoyment of his suffering.

"Just keeps the windows down and breathe through your mouth, Sam!" Ty called her advice to him as he headed for the car.

"You're both going to regret this." Dean vowed.

Ty just rolled her eyes and headed back inside. She had more packing to do.