Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not Hannah Montana cast or the Supernatural cast. I also don't own the Jonas/Gray Brothers…but I wish I did. Exam week is coming up fast and all projects are due so if you don't hear from me it means that my head has exploded and I've gone insane and I am now in a nice place with padded walls.

The sound of 'Wings of a butterfly' by HIM sung softly from the radio which was turned down low as to not wake the other person in the seat beside her. The sunlight was shining into the car, highlighting the sleeping person in a golden light.

Miley sighed shifting in her seat trying to wake up her ass that had fallen asleep a few miles ago. I really need to sleep. The car whipped passed another sign indicating that they had another ten miles before reaching their destination.

Miley glanced at her passenger quickly before turning her gaze back to the road. Her passenger was slumped in the seat, his head resting against the window. The sunlight caused his hair to glow like there was a halo around his head.

She snorted. Yeah the guy who's supposedly a werewolf looks like an angel when he sleeps. She tilted her head to the right then the left hearing her neck crack. She had been driving all night; hoping to reach their destination by 9:00pm. I guess being famous means you don't get much sleep.

She gritted her teeth together; she was not looking forward to the case that she had received from the trickster. So some psycho killer is now a ghost and he wants to kill anything that gets in his way…riiggghhhttt, so what does the trickster do? He throws me in front of him. Great! Get ready to get my ass kicked. I have a feeling this is going to be brutal.

Finally the exit came up and she pulled off. Over the course of the night, she practiced her driving making sure she was able to drive safely. Nick had fallen asleep almost instantly and had been asleep the whole time. He only woke up when she swerved the car too sharply around a curve, only to fall back to sleep. She didn't mind the silence as it allowed her to think.

She hadn't turned off on the exit but a few minutes before a sign for a motel appeared. Following the sign, she went about two miles before pulling into the motel parking lot. She sighed turning the car off. Hopping out of the car, she softly closed the door as to not wake the sleeping passenger.

She moved stiffly stretching her arms above her head and stretching out her back. She walked to the main office, slamming the door open surprising the shady thirty-year old man behind the desk.

"Whoa," he exclaimed standing up from his spot behind the desk.

She rolled her eyes coming up to lean against the desk. Don't sleep on the job idiot. She gave the office a once over, sneering her nose at the left over pizza on the counter beside the register. The man had stringy blonde hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in three weeks. There was a mustard stain on his button down shirt, and drool running down his chin from where he had been sleeping.

Gross.

Taking some cash from her vest pocket, she slammed it down on the counter. "I would like a room, with two beds," she snapped before jerking her hand away as he reached for the money.

"Two beds, room 114," he said tossing her a ring a keys.

She caught them with her right hand before turning quickly and heading back towards her car. A figure was leaning against the hood of the car; his bag and another was sitting at his feet. Where did that other bag come from? Never mind, if it has anything to do with Puck I'm guessing it's some more slutty clothing.

Nick rubbed his hands over his face, "What room?" he asked groggily shaking his head to clear off the last bit of sleepiness.

She paused holding the keys out of his reach, "Well if it isn't sleepy, where's doc and dopey? Oh I remember you left them back with your mother!" she said sarcastically a smirk forming across her face.

He forced a smile, "Ha very funny, lead the way," he said bending down to pick up both bags.

She walked past him heading towards room 114, trying to ignore the eyes on her back as she opened the door and headed to the first bed she saw. She tossed the keys onto the nightstand and then flopped down on the bed. Closing her eyes, she ignored Nick as he came in closing the door. She heard him move around the room, setting her bag beside the bed before moving towards the bathroom and closing the door.

A few moments later she heard the toilet flush and the door open, "Do you need the bathroom?" he asked.

She cracked open one eye to see him move towards the other bed. She sighed before opening both eyes and sitting up. Standing, she moved to the bathroom grabbing her bag along the way.


An hour later, she emerged her wet hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She had changed from the bloody clothes into a pair of tight blue jeans that hung low on her hips and a black v-neck spaghetti strap that ended a little before her belly button. Have I ever mention that I hate the trickster?

She sat down on the edge of the bed trying to ignore the gaze of the guy sitting on the bed parallel to her. She reached for her leather boots, "I wish you would stop that," she said without looking at him shoving her feet into the boots.

She heard him clear his throat, and literally felt him move even if he wasn't that close to her. The air inside of the room felt heavy.

"Stop what?" he asked his voice a little huskier.

"Stop looking at me like that," she snapped glancing at him quickly before standing up. "We have a job to do. The hospital isn't far from here," she said before he could answer turning to the nightstand and grabbing the keys. She didn't see if he was following her she just headed out the door towards her car.

She got in strapping on her seatbelt, and then turning the ignition. The sound of the passenger door opened and shut signalizing she had a guest on her quest.

"I'm sorry if looking at you creeps you out…it's just I can't help but look at you," he said flopping into the passenger seat and was busy hooking his seatbelt.

She huffed turning towards him, "Look, let's gets this straight" she looked at him seriously, "I'm sort of already in a very confusing relationship with someone and I don't need another confusing relationship," she looked at him trying to judge his reaction. It's not like I'm lying, my relationship with Puck really is confusing, I don't think I can handle Nick looking at me like that all the time.

His face didn't change, "Who is he?" he voice seemed deeper.

"Does that really matter?" she asked raising an eyebrow as she turned back towards the steering wheel, she switch the car into drive and pulled out of the parking lot.

"What if I said yes?" he said strongly after a few minutes of silence. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that he was looking at her again.

"Then I would say it's none of your business," she chuckled shaking her head at his attitude. Someone sounds jealous.

"So how did you know the hospital's close?" He asked changing the topic and trying to fill in the awkward silence.

"Let's just say, I have a little birdie who squawks out information from time to time," She said without taking her eyes from the road.

"I'm guessing a very confusing birdie right?" he said curiously.

Miley laughed, shaking her head. Nice try.

"So what's the job?" he said leaning back into the seat.

"I'll give you the short version. Some Psycho killer is now a ghost and killing people and it's our job to stop him."

"How are we going to do that?" he asked while covering a yawn.

"I'm guessing the body or bones or…something that has their DNA is still there and if we get rid of that we get rid of the ghost…salt and burn baby," she said before rolling down her window and letting the nice California sun warm her skin.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Nick nod, his gaze was now focused on the outside world instead of her. She felt lighter now that his gaze had switched, but she kind of missed it. Stop being stupid, this is not the time and place for some sort of supernatural romance. Though I wonder if he can control the wolf at all times…no stop thinking like that, it only leads to trouble. She turned her focus back to the road, nearly missing the turn for the hospital. Shit.

She pulled into the hospital parking garage and into a parking space. The parking lot was creepily empty. Huh strange usually you can't find a parking space.

Turning off the car she turned to Nick, "Okay, the biggest problem is getting past the nurses and gain information about the incidents."

He scrunched up his forehead thinking. "We could pretend we're doing an article on the murders for a local school newspaper?" he shrugged.

"And you don't think people will recognize you?" she gestured to his hair.

"I'm going with you, whether you like or not. I'll wear my hat and sunglasses if I have to, so they won't notice me," he snapped taking off his seat belt with a little more force than necessarily.

They both got out of the car, and headed for the trunk. Opening the trunk, Miley stuff the keys into her pocket before gathering supplies to take with her. Lighter check, gun check, knife….would a knife work on a ghost? Only if it was made from Iron. I think my knives are all silver… so no knives. Where's the damn Salt! She stuffed the lighter in her pants pocket, while stashing the gun full of rock salt into the waist of her jeans against her back.

Miley smiled as she moved things out of her way trying to find the salt, "Don't worry about the hat and sunglasses, we might need your puppy dog eyes to get through."

"You think I have puppy dog eyes?" he asked softly. She didn't need to see his face to know that he was smirking.

"You're a wolf right? Why wouldn't you have puppy dog eyes?" she said hiding her burning face as she continued to dig in the trunk trying to find the salt. There you are! Grabbing it, she slammed the trunk closed.

She threw the salt to him and he caught it easily with one hand, "Let's do this!"

Okay I was going to make this into one large chapter but decided to divide it into two chapters. That way I can put my sequel 'To the Highest Tower' up sooner.