I was sitting on the trunk of the Impala, waiting outside for Sam and Dean to come back from the apartment of the family who saw the victim's disappearance.

I sighed as I looked around. I glanced at two cute boys, maybe two or three years older then me, walking closer by. One of them stopped and patted the other one on the shoulder, looking at me.

I looked back to the apartment, smirking. I glanced back and saw that the second guy coming up to me, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey," He said.

"Hey," I said, raising an eyebrow and smiling slightly. "You new here?" He asked. "Now, how did you knew?" I asked, smirking. He grinned, "I think I would have seen you here before," He said.

"And that as?" I asked. "Well, a pretty girl like you? It's hard to miss," He said. I gave a small giggle, taking a piece of hair and pulled it behind my ear. "So -"

"So, kid, mind beat it?"

We both looked over my shoulder to see Dean and Sam walking up to us. They both were dressed as sheriffs. They stood in front of us, arms crossed and glaring at the guy.

"Right, okay, um," The guy started, clearing his throat and looked back at me. "So, I hope to see you again." I smiled slightly, "Yeah, bye," I said. "See ya," He said before walking away, back to his friend.

I looked at my brothers and saw that they still didn't took their eyes off from the guy. If a look could kill, the guy would have been dead already. I glared at them and cleared my throat, which they both finally looked at me.

"Seriously?" I asked. "What?" They both asked at the same time. I glared at them again, "Why? Why did you do that?" I asked. "Well, Shorty, looks like that it's hard to let you stay on your own, even for five minutes," Dean comment. "You beginning to be noticed."

I rolled my eyes, "What did you found out?" I asked. Sam sighed, "The kid saw something grabbing Jenkins. It pulled him underneath the car. It took him away. He heard it leaving. It made a whining growl," He listed and I raised an eyebrow, "What? Really?" They nodded and I sighed.

... ...

It was getting dark when we decided to go to a bar after Sam and Dean changed. Sam and I were sitting at a table with a beer and glass of water, Sam on Dad's journal, doing research while Dean stood nearby, throwing darts.

"So, local police have now ruled out foul play. Apparently, there are worse signs of a struggle," Sam said. "Well, they could be right, it could just be a kidnapping," Dean said. "Maybe this isn't our kind of gig," I added.

"Exactly. I like how we think so much alike, Little Sis," Dean said and I smirked, shaking my head. "Yeah, maybe not. Except for this - Dad marked the area, guys," Sam said. Dean came to the table and we both looked at Dad's journal. "Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."

"Why would he even do that?" I asked, frowning. "Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night. Grabs people, then vanishes. He found this too - this county has more missing persons per capita than anywhere else in the state," Sam explained.

"That is weird," Dean said. "Yeah," Sam and I agreed at the same time. "Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot," Dean said.

"Well, there are all kinds. You know, Spring Heeled Jacks, phantom gassers. They take people anywhere, anytime," Sam said as Dean went back to throwing darts. "Look, guys, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either," Sam said.

"Yeah, you're right, we should ask around more tomorrow," Dean said. "Right," Sam said and pulled out his wallet. "I saw a motel about five miles back."

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Let's have another round," Dean said, turning to his side to look at us. "We should get an early start," I said, smirking as Sam and I stood up.

"Yeah, you two really know how to have fun, don't you, Grandmas?" Dean asked sarcastically. I gave him my puppy dog eyes and Sam chuckled.

Dean sighed, "Alright, I'll meet you both outside, I gotta take a leak," He said before he grabbed his coat and headed to the bathroom. I helped Sam gathered up all the research before we walked out together.

The light from the bar was fading the farther we walked to the Impala. Just as we came closer to the car, a loud noise came. Both Sam and I froze and glanced at each other before he placed the journal on the hood of the car and pulled out a flashlight from his pocket. He turned it on and hold his arm in front of me, pulling me slightly back.

He then bend down slowly to look under the car. I hold my breath when a loud hiss sounded and a cat came running out. Sam jumped back in shock and I couldn't help but to laughed.

"Oh my god. Did you see you face?" I said, laughing. Sam stood up as he gave me his bitchface. "Yeah, yeah, very funny," He said. I leaned against the back seat door, "Awe, it's okay, big bro. I won't tell Dean," I said, smirking.

He rolled his eyes but gave a small laugh. Suddenly, something grabbed onto both my ankles and yanked them, making me to fall forwards. Sam fall beside me and before I knew it, everything went black.

Third Person POV
Dean walked out of the bar and made his way to the Impala. He saw that neither of his siblings were in sight. He frowned and noticed that John's journal was laying on the hood.

He couldn't see them in the car but he opened the back seat door to see inside but Scarlett wasn't there and so did Sam. Dean looked around, confused.

A group of people come out of the bar and Dean walked up to a biker and his girlfriend, who were clearly drunk. "Hey, you guys been outside, around here in the last hour or so?" He asked and they shook their head and walked away.

"Sam! Scar!" Dean yelled into the night, looking around frantically. "Sammy! Scar!" He ran ahead, looking around when his eyes caught a surveillance camera on top of a streetlight. He walked into the middle of the deserted road and looked around. "Guys."

...

It was morning when Dean came to the police department. A deputy, Kathleen, was looking at Dean's fake ID. "So, what can we do for you, Officer Washington?" She asked and handed the badge back to him.

"I'm working a missing persons," Dean replied as he put the badge back to his pocket. "I didn't know the Jenkins case was being covered by the state police," Kathleen said.

"Oh, no. No, there's someone else. Actually, two people. My cousins. We were havin' a few last night at this bar down by the highway. And I haven't seen them since," Dean explained.

"Does your cousins have a drinking problem?" Kathleen asked. "Sam? Two beers and he's doin' karaoke and Scarlett, she's underage, she doesn't drink," Dean said, "No, they were taken."

Kathleen nodded and sat down at her computer. "Alright. What's your cousins's names?" She asked as Dean followed her and sat also. "Winchester. Sam and Scarlett Winchester," He replied.

"Like the rifle?" Kathleen asked. "Like the rifle," Dean agreed as she typed first Sam's name in the computer and bring up his police record. She observed the page, then she typed Scarlett's name and observed her page, then clicked on Dean's link and brings up his record.

"Samuel and Scarlett Winchester. So, you know that their older brother, Dean Winchester, died in St. Louis. And, uh, was suspected of murder," Kathleen said and Dean tried to look nonchalant. "Yeah, Dean. Kind of the black sheep of the family. Handsome, though," He said.

"Uh-huh," Kathleen said, rising an eyebrow before she typed something else and bring up more search results on the computer. "Well, they not showing up in any current field reports."

"Oh, I already have a lead. I saw a surveillance camera by the highway," Dean said. "Uh-huh. The county traffic cam?" Kathleen asked.

"Right. Yeah. I'm thinking the camera picked up whatever took him. Or, whoever," Dean said. "Well, I have access to the traffic cam footage down at the county works department, but - well, anyhow, let's do this the right way," Kathleen said as she got up took some paperwork from a filing cabinet, "Why don't you fill out a missing persons report and sit tight over here?" She handed him a clipboard as he got up.

"Officer, look, uh, they family. I kind of - I kind of look out for those kids. You gotta let me go with you," Dean said. "I'm sorry, I can't do that," Kathleen said.

"Well, tell me something. Your county has its fair share of missing persons. Any of 'em come back?" Dean asked and Kathleen looked down sad. "Sam and Scar are my responsibility. They're comin' back. I'm bringin' them back," He declared and she stared at him.

... ...

Kathleen agreed that Dean will help her, Dean was sitting outside on a bench, waiting for Kathleen to come back with the footage from the camera.

Kathleen came behind him, holding printouts of the camera footage, "Greg." Dean glanced at her and stood up. "I think we've got something," She said and handed him the printouts and he looked through them.

"These traffic cams take an image every three seconds, as part of the Amber Alert program. These images were all taken around the time that your cousins disappeared," Kathleen explaiend as Dean flipping through the first few but he didn't see anthing important.

"This really isn't what I'm looking for," Dean said. "Just wait, wait - next one," Kathleen said. He turned the page and saw an image of a rusty truck driving, "This one was taken right after Sam and Scarlett left the bar. Look at the back end of that thing. Now, look at the plates."

Dean turned another page and saw a close-up image of the truck's license plates. "Oh, the plates look new. It's probably stolen," He said. "So, whoever's driving that rust bucket must be involved," Kathleen said.

Suddenly, a beat up van drive by, it's engine was whining loudly and Dean frowned, remembering something, "Hear that engine?" He asked Kathleen.

"Yeah," She replied. "Kind of a whining growl, isn't it?" Dean stated. "Sure," She agreed. Dean stared at the van as it drive away. "I'll be damned," He said to himself.