I do not own Supernatural or it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.

Isabeau and Dean are sitting at a table for an outdoor cafe while Sam is on the payphone.

Isabeau's eyes glance up at Dean's face as he's working on the laptop. She looks back down at the sketchbook in her hand, moving her pencil to copy Dean's facial features.

"You getting my good side?" Dean asks.

Isabeau chuckles, "Every side is your good side."

Dean looks at her, "That's very flattering of you."

Isabeau smiles, reaching up and grabs Dean's chin, turning his head back towards the computer, "Be a good model and keep looking at that computer."

"We can get a motel room and I can be an even better model." Dean suggests.

"You would like that wouldn't you?"

"Very much."

Isabeau purses her lips, looking back down at her sketchbook, "Maybe one day."

Dean groans, "Don't tease me like that, sweetheart."

Isabeau laughs, "I'm gonna tease you until the day I die, Dearie. Deal with it."

"Alright, thank you for your time." Sam hangs up the payphone and walks back to the table.

"Your, uh, half-caf, double vanilla latte is gettin' cold over here, Francis." Dean says.

"Bite me." Sam sits down.

Isabeau hums with a smirk, not looking up from her sketchbook, "Kinky."

Dean doesn't look up from the laptop, "So, anything?"

Sam shakes his head, "I had 'em check the FBI's Missing Persons Data Bank. No John Doe's fitting Dad's description. I even ran his plates for traffic violations."

Dean looks over, "Sam, I'm tellin' ya, I don't think Dad wants to be found." Sam looks away, disappointed. Isabeau closes up her book and puts it away in her bag.

"Check this out." Dean shows Sam an article on the laptop. "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about a hundred miles from here."

"'The mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on 9 Mile Road.'" Sam reads the article aloud.

"Keep reading." Dean says, taking a sip of his drink.

Sam does so, "'Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description of the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible.'"

Isabeau leans on the table, "Could be something interesting."

Sam looks at her, "Or it could be nothing at all. One freaked out witness who didn't see anything? Doesn't mean it's the Invisible Man."

"But what if it is? Dad would check it out." Dean says.

The three stop at the fraternity where the victim, Rich, lived. The other frat brothers look over at the impala, confused, and Sam, Isabeau and Dean get out of the car.

"One more time, why are we here?" Sam asks.

"Victim lived here." Dean answers. The three walk up to some guys fixing a car. "Nice wheels." Dean says.

They look at him strangely. "We're your fraternity brothers. From Ohio. We're new in town. Transfers. Looking for a place to stay." Dean grins.

"What about her?" One of them asks.

The boys try to come up with some kind of answer, but Isabeau beats them to it. She wraps her arm around Sam's waist, bringing herself close to his side. She smiles, "I'm just here to make sure my boyfriend and his brother settle in."

Isabeau looks up at Sam, "Right, honey?" She adds in the nickname to sell her act.

Sam hesitates a few seconds before smiling himself, and wraps his arm around her, "That's right, love."

Sam looks back at the frat boys, "I hope that's not a problem with you guys?"

"Honey?" Dean asks, a little disgusted by the nicknames. The three walk up the stairs towards the room they were directed to.

Isabeau laughed, "Don't worry, Dean. You'll be on the receiving end of those nicknames next time I gotta play girlfriend."

Sam and Dean share a look, "Next time?" Dean whispers to Sam with a smile.

Sam rolled his eyes, but couldn't help, but smile. Hearing Isabeau call him her boyfriend; it sounded nice, but a part of him couldn't accept it, not yet.

They walk up to the fraternity dorm room where they see a shirtless frat boy in yellow shorts and is painting his face and body purple. Dean knocks on his door.

The frat boy turns to them, "Who are you?"

"We're your new roommates." Dean smiles and walks over to the boy, Isabeau and Sam following.

The boy holds the brush and paint can out to Dean, "Do me a favor? Get my back. Big game today."

Dean points to Isabeau, "She's the artist. Things she can do with a brush."

Isabeau, mortified, takes the brush and can. Sam stays behind Isabeau and Dean sits on a chair and picks up a magazine. "So," Dean looks at the name on the magazine, "Murph. Is it true?"

"What?" Murph asks.

"We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week." Dean says.

"Yeah." Murph says sadly.

Isabeau starts painting Murph's back, "What happened?"

"They're saying some psycho with a knife. Maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy." Murph explains.

"Rich he was with somebody?" Sam asks.

"Not just somebody. Lori Sorensen." Murph turns to Sam, not without looking Isabeau up and down. Sam and Isabeau purse their lips, not knowing who that is.

"Who's Lori Sorensen?" Dean asks before pointing to a spot on Murph, "You missed a spot. Just down there on the back."

Isabeau looks at him, annoyed. Dean grins and Sam steps closer, placing his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them. Isabeau slightly leans back into Sam, enjoying the touch.

"Lori's a freshman. She's a local. Super hot. And get this: she's a reverend's daughter." Murph says.

Dean leans forward, "You wouldn't happen to know which church, would ya?"

"Our hearts go out to the family of a young man who perished. And my personal prayers of thanks go out as well because I believe he died trying to protect my daughter." Reverend Sorensen speaks to the congregation in the church.

His daughter, Lori, looks embarrassed at being mentioned. "And now, as time heals all our wounds, we should reflect on what this tragedy means. To us, as a church."

Isabeau, Sam and Dean enter and the door slams behind them. The congregation goes silent and turns to look at them.

"...as a community, and as a family. The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life unlived is the saddest of passings." The reverend continues.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean sit down. Isabeau fidgets in her seat, but stops, seeing Lori staring at her. Isabeau smiles weakly at her. Lori turns away.

"So, please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance, and for the power to protect our children." Everyone bows their head in prayer, except Dean and Isabeau. Sam elbows Dean, and he, noticing everyone else, does the same.

Isabeau reluctantly bows her head in prayer, but she stares down at the rosary wrapped around her wrist. Last time she was in a church was on a hunt and it wasn't pretty.

March 20th, 2002

19-year-old Isabeau is thrown against the church altar and her body falls to the floor. She groans as she tries to pull her body up.

"You're a sin. You will burn in hell for what you are!" The ghost of Father Randall, who died decades ago, screamed at Isabeau. He was killing off men and women who identified within the LGBT community, seeing them as sinful and work of the devil.

Isabeau leans up against the altar, blood dripping down her face and she chuckles, "I don't know about 'burning' in hell, but I do have friends in low places."

He plunges her hand into her chest, causing her to scream out in pain, feeling like she was being pulled apart from the inside out.

Suddenly he pulls away in confusion. Isabeau gasps, clutching her chest as the pain slowly goes away.

Father Randall screams in agony as he is burnt in front of her eyes and is no more.

"Just in time." Skylar comes running in and crouches down next to Isabeau.

Isabeau chuckles, "Yeah, could've been ten seconds earlier."

Skylar shakes her head, "Could've opted out for being the bait. Any of us could've done it."

Isabeau waves a hand at her and Skylar helps her to her feet, "It was my turn. Carmen is still recovering from last week's hunt."

The two walked out of the church and decided from that day on; churches were a no-go.

The mass ended and everyone walked outside.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean walk up to Lori.

"Are you Lori?" Sam asks.

Lori turns around, "Yeah."

"My name is Sam. This is my brother, Dean. And our friend, Isabeau." Sam introduces themselves.

Dean and Isabeau wave, "Hi."

"We just transferred here to the university." Sam explains.

Lori nods, "I saw you inside."

"We don't wanna bother you. We just heard about what happened and…" Isabeau trailed off.

"We wanted to say how sorry we were." Dean says.

"I kind of know what you're going through. I-I saw someone..get hurt once. It's something you don't forget." Sam explains, thinking back to Jessica.

Lori nods slightly and Reverend Sorensen walks up to them.

"Dad, um, this is Sam, Isabeau and Dean. They're new students." Lori introduces them to her father.

Dean shakes the reverend's hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I must say, that was an inspiring sermon."

Reverend Sorensen nods, "Thank you very much. It's so nice to find young people who are open to the Lord's message."

Isabeau chuckles, "Listen, uh, we're new in town, actually." She and Dean lead Reverend Sorensen away from Sam and Lori. "And, uh, we were looking for a, um, a church group. Especially one that is welcoming to young couples."

Isabeau smiles at Reverend Sorensen, slipping her arm around Dean's side, like she did with Sam previously. Dean smiles brightly, wrapping his arm around her own waist, pulling her close.

The Reverend smiles at the two, "Of course, we are welcoming to everyone here. There are a few other couples from the college that take part in the church." He glances down, noticing Isabeau's rosary.

"Beautiful rosary. Were you a part of your church back home?" The Reverend asks. Her rosary was a little old fashioned. While most people had rosary made of plastic, wood or glass, her rosary was made from roses.

Isabeau hesitates, "Forgive me, but, um, my church back home wasn't exactly accepting of me when I was younger." Dean squeezes Isabeau's waist. Dean knew about the church that was in Isabeau's town. The harassment from the members of the church because of her sexuality; it was wrong.

"The rosary was my grandfather's, I wear them in his honor."

The Reverend nods, understanding, "Well you won't have to worry about anything like that here. We are more progressive than most churches, we accept everyone." Isabeau smiles. It made her happy that slowly, but surely, churches were beginning to accept everyone through their doors.

"Thank you, Reverend. That's a relief to the both of us." Dean says to him. Dean could never understand why people hate others because of their sexuality. It pissed him off to no end when Isabeau would be insulted in front of him. He loves Isabeau, and her sexuality was just in the long list of things that he loves.

The three walk through the local library, "So you believe her?" Dean asks.

"I do." Sam responds.

Dean was going to make a remark but decided against it, "Yeah, so?"

"So, there's something in her eyes. And listen to this: she heard scratching on the roof. Found the bloody body suspended upside down over the car." Sam tells them what Lori told him as they walk down an aisle.

Dean stops, "Wait, the body suspended? That sounds like the-"

"Yeah, I know, the Hook Man legend." Sam finishes.

Isabeau tilts her head, "That's one of the most famous urban legends ever. You don't think that we're dealing with the Hook Man?"

Sam shakes his head, "Every urban legend has a source. A place where it all began."

"Yeah, but what about the phantom scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer?" Dean asks.

"Well, maybe the Hook Man isn't a man at all. What if it's some kind of spirit?" Isabeau suggests.

Dean, Isabeau and Sam are sitting at a table in the library and the librarian places a few big boxes in front of them, "Here you go. Arrest records going back to 1851."

Dean blows some dust off a box and coughs, "Thanks."

"Ok." The librarian walks away.

Sam wipes the top of the other box as well, a layer of dust on his hand. "So, this is how you spent four good years of your life, huh?" Dean asks Sam and Isabeau.

Isabeau opens one of the boxes with a smile, "Welcome to higher education."

Hours later, all of them are still looking for information.

"Hey, check this out." Sam calls Isabeau and Dean over. "1862. A preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder. Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town that one night he killed 13 prostitutes. Uh, right here, some of the deceased were found in their bed, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees as a warning against sins of the flesh."

Dean looks at another page, "Get this, the murder weapon? Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident. Had it replaced with a silver hook."

Isabeau points to another page, "Look where all this happened."

Dean reads, "9 Mile Road."

"Same place where the frat boy was killed." Sam makes the connection.

"Nice job, Dr. Venkmen." Dean says impressed. "Let's check it out." Sam and Isabeau gather all the research and they leave.

Sam, Dean and Isabeau drive up to 9 Mile Road. They get out of the car.

Dean opens the trunk and hands Sam a rifle, "Here you go."

"If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good." Sam says.

"Yeah, rock salt." Dean hands shells full of rock salt to Sam.

"Huh. Salt being a spirit deterrent." Sam says.

Dean takes out another rifle with rock salt and Isabeau takes a coil of rope and shuts the trunk.

"Yeah. It won't kill 'em. But it'll slow 'em down." Isabeau states. They start walking towards the trees.

"That's pretty good. You and Dad think of this?" Sam asks Dean.

"I told you. You don't have to be a college graduate to be a genius. Though Isabeau knew about it way before we did." Dean says.

Isabeau smiles, "Too many hunts involving ghosts." She laughed, "Figured it out when I threw a salt shaker at one."

Sam looks at her amused, "A salt shaker?"

"It was the closest thing to me!"

They hear noises among the trees and stop walking. Sam and Dean raise their guns and look around.

"Over there. Over there." Dean whispers, him and Sam aim their guns and cocks it. A figure comes out from behind the trees and it is a sheriff.

"Put the guns down now! Now! Put your hands behind your head." The sheriff yells at them.

"W-w-wait, okay, okay!" Isabeau drops the rope and the boys drop their guns.

"Now get down on your knees. Come on, do it! On your knees!" They follow the sheriffs orders, and fall to their knees, "Now get down on your bellies. Come on, do it!"

All three of them lay on their stomachs, "They had the guns!" Isabeau says.

Isabeau, Dean and Sam exit the police department, it is now daytime.

Isabeau smiles, "Saved your asses! Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I am Matlock."

Sam looks at her in curiosity, "But how?"

Isabeau chuckles, "I told him you were dumb-ass pledges and that I was hazing you two."

"What about the shotgun?" Dean asks.

"I said that you were hunting ghosts and the spirits were repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank." Isabeau smiles, thinking back to her own college antics.

Sam and Dean share a smile, "And he believed you?" Sam asks.

Dean turns to Sam, "Well, you look like a dumb-ass pledge."

Isabeau rolls her eyes, "The art of persuasion boys."

The three come up to the impala and seconds later, several sheriffs run out of the building and speed away in police cars. They all exchange a look.

Sam, Dean and Isabeau drive by Lori's sorority, seeing Lori wrapped in a blanket, and sitting in the back of a parked ambulance. They look at her as they drive by.

Dean parks their car on another street. They get out and walk around to the back of Lori's sorority.

"Why would the Hook Man come here? This is a long way from 9 Mile Road." Sam asks.

"Maybe he's not haunting the scene of his crime. Maybe it's about something else." Dean suggests.

Two sorority girls come out the side entrance of the building, but they don't see Dean, Isabeau and Sam. They lean against the side of the house next to some bushes to hide themselves.

Dean smiles, "Dude, sorority girls! Think we'll see a naked pillow fight?"

Isabeau smiles, leaning over Dean's shoulder to see the two girls, "I'd be in on that." She whispers.

Dean feels a shiver running up his spine, she just had to whisper that in his ear. That was unfair.

Isabeau backs up and the two turn around and see Sam trying to climb onto the balcony of the house. Dean helps him up, climbs up himself and gives Isabeau a hand as well. Once they are up there, they sneak in Lori's window.

Dean falls on top of Sam while climbing through the window, "Oh, sorry!"

"Hey, be quiet." Sam scolds Dean.

"Me be quiet? You be quiet!" Dean counters back.

"Both of you be quiet!" Isabeau scolds the two of them, who climbed in without any problems.

They end up in Lori's walk-in closet and Dean closes the window. Sam opens the door slightly and sees another sheriff leaving the bedroom. Sam waits until the sheriff goes downstairs and then opens the closet door. They walk into Lori's bedroom, and see the writing on the wall.

"'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light?' That's right out of the legend." Isabeau reads the writing on the wall.

"Yeah, that's classic Hook Man all right." Dean says and he taps his nose. "It's definitely a spirit."

"Yeah, I've never smelled ozone this strong before." Sam says.

Dean moves over to the window.

"Hey, come here." Sam calls Dean. Dean walks back over to Sam and Isabeau.

Isabeau points to the cross symbol beneath the writing, "Does that look familiar to you?"

Dean, Isabeau and Sam are sitting on the impala's hood and are looking at a picture of the cross symbol that they found during their research

"It's the same symbol. Seems like it is the spirit of Jacob Karns." Sam concludes.

"All right, let's find the dude's grave, salt and burn the bones, and put him down." Dean says.

Sam reads from the paper, "'After execution, Jacob Karns was laid to rest in an Old North Cemetery. In an unmarked grave.'" All three look annoyed.

Isabeau groans, "Super." They get up from the hood and walk to the car doors.

"Ok. So we know it's Jacob Karns. But we still don't know where he'll manifest next. Or why." Sam says, leaning on the impala.

Dean picks off a ticket from the windshield wipers. Isabeau reaches her hand out, gesturing for him to hand her the ticket.

He does and she crumbles it up, lighting it on fire and letting it's ashes fall to the ground. "I'll take a wild guess about why. I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this." She says to Sam and they get in the car.