Wolfie: I don't own anything related to Supernatural, just all the alterations I make to have Dean be a girl. What I'm trying to do is have an original chapter scattered in between every five chapters or so, some may come earlier or later than that. Now I am guilty of putting too much detail into my chapters. Therefore this will be part one of a two part original chapter. Just so I'm not making you read something that's over 10,000 words. Anyways please read, review, and I hope you like this book so far.

Chapter 6

It had only been a day after the Rising of the Witnesses and already Sam and Dean were back on the road again. There was no rest for the weary, and in this case the weary was the two only remaining Winchester's. Currently the 67 black Chevy four door Impala was stopped at a gas station in Lexington Kentucky. Dean was standing leaning back against the Impala as the gas tank gets filled up. Meanwhile Sam soon walked out from the indoor part of the gas station, newspaper and paper bag full of snacks in hand. The tall brunette placing the bag in the backseat via sliding it through the open back window. Then Sam came to lean against the Impala next to Dean as he began reading over the paper, trying to find a case. It seemed like he had found one as he began to talk about it, but his words fell on deaf ears. Dean had gone to remove the gas pump from the car, and when she stood up she saw that girl in the reflection of the trunk. The girl appeared to be standing behind her in the reflection of the trunk. Yet when Dean looked behind herself, the girl wasn't there.

"Dean? Dean!" Sam called out, trying to get Dean's attention when he noticed she wasn't listening.

"Huh?" Dean uttered as she looked at Sam, and he could notice the confused far away look in her eyes.

"You sure your ok?" Sam asked, Dean's moment of vulnerability during the battle with the witnesses still fresh in his mind.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine Sammy. Just felt like someone was eyeballin' me, false alarm though." Dean reassured, lying through her teeth in the process. "So uh, you were saying something about a case?" She said as she finished putting the pump away and closing the Impala's gas cap.

"Well while we were dealing with the witnesses, a young girl died in a ritualistic killing recently." Sam explained, handing Dean the newspaper when she approached him after putting the gas pump back.

"And you're thinking maybe it's demons?" Dean asked as she skimmed over the story about the death, wondering what Sam's thought's were about this.

"Maybe? I mean remember all those demons that were around when you came back." Sam said as that seemed to be the most logical thing.

"Fine, we'll go check it out. But if this turns out not to be our thing, I can't wait to tell you I told you so." Dean said as she climbed into the car, waiting for Sam to do the same. "And where exactly did this killing take place?" She asked as she watched the tall brunette climb into the passenger seat and shut the door with an audible thud.

"Salem, Massachusetts." Sam stated as Dean started up the Impala's engine.

"Massachusetts... If this is our kind of thing, bet you 100 bucks its witches instead of demons." Dean said with a challenging smirk on her lips as she looked at Sam.

"Dean, is this really the best time for a bet?" Sam asked, to him that didn't seem like the most appropriate thing to do.

"Aw c'mon Sam! It's just a harmless little bet, one where one of use will get 100 bucks if we're right. Or are you just afraid of losing?" Dean asked, a teasing tone to her voice as she continued to smirk at him.

"...Fine, and I'll be sure to console you after I win." Sam said, folding his arms behind his head with a smirk of his own.

"If you win." Dean reminded, and then the Impala peeled out of the gas station parking lot and on its way down the road to Salem, Massachusetts.

The sudden quick exit from the gas station parking lot had Sam bracing against the dashboard as to not slam into anything. Dean simply continued to smirk as she popped in one of her cassette tapes. Girls Girls Girls by Mötley Crüe soon began playing through the speakers as she instinctively turned up the volume. Sam simply shaking his head in amusement as per-usual Dean ended up jamming out to the song as she drove. Meanwhile he decided to just relax the best he could until they arrived at their destination. And depending on how late it may be when they arrive they may just end up getting a motel room to sleep for the night. If so then they'd get up and go investigate the crime scene, possibly find something the normal police missed. The drive itself had been about 15 hours, despite Dean's speeding through empty back roads, so they got into Salem around 6 am. No food places seemed to be open for breakfast, so they had to make due with what they could get from a local Gas & Sip. Not exactly a healthy breakfast, but Dean had been hungry, and she wasn't waiting till a diner opened.

Now when it came time to actually investigate the crime scene they were set when it comes to Dean. Due to the fact that before they had left Bobby had gifted her with a new set of fake badges/IDs. Which made this easier, but since she didn't have a female fed suit they had to pretend to be state police. They still go the necessary cooperation, but still not as much as they would have if they were fake FBI agents. As soon as they entered the crime scene, the poor girl's living room of her college campus apartment, and the most noticeable things were the satanic symbols. They were drawn all across the room, in blood, and there was an outline of a body in the middle of the biggest symbol. And as she inspected the symbols a familiar smell assaulted Dean's nose: sulfur. It was faint now but it was there, and she knew that Sam smelt it too. She could already see that shit-eating grin already plastered on his face, after all he had won the bet.

With a huff Dean pulled out her wallet, grumbling under her breath as she counted out 100 dollars from money she had hustled in pool. Having done this when they took a pit stop at a bar in New York to have some food. Once Dean was certain she had 100 dollars counted out she slapped the small wad of cash against Sam's chest. Quite violently one might add, electing a coughed laugh from the brunette male as he took the money and put it in his coat pocket. Seems that Dean, even as a girl, still wasn't fond of losing bets, especially bets that she herself came up with. With that out of the way though Sam took pictures of the symbols that were drawn on the floor, the walls, the furniture, and ceiling. Whilst Dean looked around for "evidence" to make sure that no one was the wiser of what they were doing. And then they left and headed back to the Impala, planning on going to see the body next. It usually wasn't necessary with demon kills, but this one was of a ritualistic kind. So they needed to see if the girls living room wasn't the only thing that had these markings drawn into it.

"Alright, so here's the game-plan, that is after we see the body I mean. I'll go talk to the vic's family while you get to work on finding out about those symbols and whether or not this has happened before." Dean explained as she drove the car out of the apartment building's parking lot.

"You sure, Dean?" Sam asked since they usually do this sort of thing together.

"Yeah. We'll catch this bastard faster if we split up." Dean said as that did make sense, this could happen to some other poor girl and they couldn't let that happen.

"Alright..." Sam said, deciding not argue as he knew that Dean was right about this.

With a nod Dean went silent as she drove, and when she glanced in the rear view mirror her grip on the steering wheel tightened. That girl was in the rear view mirror reflection of the backseat of the Impala this time. Yet when Dean dared to look back there for a split second, there was nothing there. Taking a small deep breath she turned her attention back to the road, trying to act like nothing was wrong when Sam gave her a curious look. Dean just played it cool as they soon pulled into the morgue parking lot and headed inside. It was safe to say though that looking for the same symbols on the body was a complete waste of time, since there weren't any. Just a poor girl, no older than 20, laying lifeless on the table with wounds scattered along her body. The wounds were precise and meticulous, and Dean couldn't help but quietly gulp at the sight of those wounds. She knew them all too well, they were torture scars, she had inflicted enough during her time in Hell to know what they look like.

"It's tragic, really. This is the third girl we've gotten this month." The coroner stated causing Dean to look at him curiously.

"You received two other girls just like this?" Dean asked as Sam also seemed interested in this.

"Yes, both were young college girls like this one. The first was on the 7th, the second was on the 9th, and now this girl was yesterday on the 11th." The coroner explained as Dean frowned slightly, this certainly wasn't a coincidence.

"I see... you wouldn't happen to have the girls names and the addresses of their next of kin, would you?" Dean asked, seeing as the paper excluded the girls name for the safety of her family.

"Yes, of course. I'll go get them for you." The coroner said as he left for a moment to get what Dean needed.

"What are you thinking, Dean?" Sam asked once the coroner left, he could tell the wheels in her brain were turning a mile a minute.

"I'm thinking there is a pattern, I'll explain more in the car though." Dean said just before the coroner came back with a piece of paper in hand.

"Here you are, the girls names and their family's addresses. I hope this will be of some help to this investigation." The coroner said as Dean took the paper and slipped it into her jean's pocket.

"Trust me, this has been more than just a little bit helpful." Dean said as soon her and Sam left the morgue.

"So what's this pattern you we're talking about before?" Sam asked once they both were back in the Impala.

"The killing's, they all happened on odd number days. It started on the seventh, then the ninth. Followed by the eleventh, and the next odd numbered day is-." Dean started to say as the Impala left the morgue's parking lot with a rumble of its engine.

"Friday the 13th." Sam finished for her as he caught onto the pattern as well.

"Bingo, meaning we have less than 24 hours to find this demon before they kill again." Dean explained as they were certainly on a serious time crunch here as Sam nodded in agreement.

Soon the two went their separate ways for now, with Sam going to the motel to do research as Dean went to talk to the families. Though the brunette did protest a bit about them splitting up when he realized there was a small chance that she could run into the demon. Only giving in when Dean said that she would take the demon killing knife with her just in case. At each home she pretended to be friends of the three victims, Maggie, Violet, and Kelly. Saying how they met in one of their college classes and how they immediately hit it off. This managed to get the families to open up to her about the three girls, if only slightly. Dean managed to get at least one bit of useful information. That is, before her questions and insinuations about them acting strange or different had them asking her to leave. It seems like all of the girls had been hanging around a college boy by the name of Axle. And all three parents had one assumption in common, that their daughters were possibly dating him. As well as the fact that he seemed to be the only thing their daughter's ever talked about. Dean logged that away as suspicious as she left the third house, pulling out her phone when it started ringing. Answering when she saw that the caller ID said that it was Sam.

"Hey, find anything about those symbols?" Dean asked when she answered the call as she opened the driver side door of her car and slid inside.

"Yeah, I talked to Bobby. They are symbols used in witchcraft, for sacrificial spells to increase power and longevity. But without the proper ingredients or the same symbols on the body it's just a bunch of blood graffiti according to Bobby." Sam explained, remembering all the information that Bobby had sent his way. "What I don't understand is why would a demon do something like this?" He said, what was the point of making it seem like witches had done this?

"Maybe to throw hunters off their trail? So that they waste their time looking for some witches that may not even exist. Meanwhile they finish their last victims and then get the hell out of dodge." Dean said as she shut the car door but didn't start the car just yet. "What about the killing pattern, did you find anything out about that?" She asked as she relaxed back in her seat for now as she talked.

"Yeah, I found out a lot actually. This pattern has been going on since the 70's, happening for only one month. On an odd numbered month I might add, always starting on the 7th and ending on the 13th. Then the killing stops until the next odd number year and odd number month, and it's always young girls that are the victims." Sam explained as he had switched to all of the information he had pulled up on his laptop. "What did you find out from the families of the victims? Anything that could lead us to the demon?" He asked curiously as Dean could just tell he was running his fingers through his hair as he spoke.

"I did actually. All of the girls parents said they were hanging around this one guy, and he was literally all they would talk about." Dean said as she finally started driving, it would look suspicious if she just sat there in her car on the phone.

"Did you get a name?" Sam asked, if they don't have a name then there's not much to go on.

"The first two victims parents only called him Axle. But I got a full name from Kelly, the third vic's, parents. Axle Brighton, another college student by the looks of things." Dean revealed as she stopped the car when she approached a stop sign.

"So what now, you come back here and we figure out a plan?" Sam asked, hoping that was the case rather than Dean deciding to do something on her own.

"No, I'm going to snoop around the college. See if I can find Axle, maybe play myself off as a college girl to get his attention." Dean said as she glanced at herself in the rear view mirror, in this body she could be a college girl, right?

"I don't think that's a good plan, Dean." Sam said, just hearing about it already had him worried.

"Well it's the only plan we got right now, Sam. I'll call if anything comes up." Dean said and just like that she hung up, causing Sam to sigh slightly when the line went dead.

Dean knew she was being reckless by doing this all on her own, but hey. Sometimes a girl just needs to spread her wings and do things on her own. Snooping around the college had been mind numbing to say the least, most of the kids were drunk frat boys and airhead sorority girls. None of them had any information about this Axle Brighton, most hadn't even heard of him or knew that he even existed. It seemed like any useful information about this guy had died with those three girls, and it pissed Dean off to no end. So she decided to take a break and went and got herself a burger from a nearby restaurant to go. Opting to just park in a secluded area that was still near the college to have some alone time as she ate. She hopped up to sit on the trunk of the Impala and lean against the back window as she ate. Only to pause mid bite when her phone rang, pulling it out an answering it when she saw it was Sam calling.

"Yeah?" Dean asked and then took a bite of her burger as she held the phone to her ear.

"Hey, did you get a lead on that Axle guy?" Sam asked, having had a feeling that he needed to check in with Dean.

"No. It's like the only people who seemed to know that the guy existed were those three ganked chicks. It's really starting to piss me off, Sam." Dean said with a small huff as she put her burger down in favor of taking a sip from her drink.

"Dean we still have time before it's the 13th. Come back to the motel and we'll figure something out together." Sam said since he didn't like the idea of Dean continuing to go at this alone.

"I hope so, cause we're running out of time." Dean uttered and as she glanced to the side she noticed some shady looking college boy approaching her out of the blue, it had to be Axle. "Hang on Sam, I think I got a bite..." She said which was her own version of code for "I think a demon is approaching me".

"Dean, are you sure?" Sam asked, now sitting at the edge of his seat as he gnawed at his bottom lip nervously.

"Yeah, I'm sure Sammy. Who else but a possessed college boy would approach me while I'm trying to have a decent burger?" Dean questioned as she bitterly set her burger and drink off to the side.

"Dean, if this is the demon, you can't face him alone." Sam said as he stood up, heading straight for the door as he grabbed his jacket. "Just tell me where you are and I'll rush over, just stall Dean." He said, hoping that Dean would listen to him.

"I'll get back to you in a second." Dean said as she left the call going, placing the phone, her food, and drink on the roof of the Impala.

"Dean?" Sam asked but got no answer as Dean hopped off of the trunk of the Impala and moved to lean against the driver's door. "Dean?" He tried again but got no answer as the supposed demon stopped in front of the sandy blonde girl.

"So, I heard you've been looking for me." Axle said with a lady-killer smile as he leaned one hand against the roof of the Impala.

"That depends, you Axle Brighton?" Dean asked as Axle's lady-killer smile only got wider. "I'm taking that as a yes." She said with a smirk of her own, so far so good.

"So what's a pretty thing like you doing here all by yourself?" Axle asked, seeming to not know who Dean really is, which she could use to her advantage.

"Names Casey. I just stopped to have a burger and a beer before I get back on the road." Dean said as she moved herself past Axle to reach into the cooler in the backseat. "You want one?" She offered as she glanced at the male with dyed green hair over her shoulder.

"Sure." Axle said as he started walking around and inspecting the Impala as Dean opened the beer. "Nice car, 67 Chevy Impala, am I right?" He asked, too distracted to notice as some of the beer was dumped out and watered down with enough holy water to weaken any demon.

"Seems somebody knows their cars." Dean said as she walked over and held out the holy water spiked beer to Axle.

"Thanks." Axle said as he accepted the beer from Dean. "It really is an awesome car though." He stated as he watched her grab her own beer from the roof of the Impala.

"It is, isn't it? They don't make 'em like this anymore." Dean said, as she subtly watched Axle's every move closely. 'Take a drink already you rat bastard!' She thought as took a drink from her own beer.

"Amen to that." Axle said, the word amen leaving a bitter taste in his mouth as he forced a smile. Dean smirked behind the rim of her bottle as he took a large swig of his beer, groaning in pain as puffs of smoke escaped his mouth and nose. Eyes turning black as he hunched over in pain, the beer bottle shattering as it hit the concrete at his feet.

"Burns, doesn't it? A holy water spiked beer'll do that to ya." Dean said, smirking still as she placed her beer back on the Impala's roof.

"You're a hunter..." Axle hissed out through his pain as his eyes returned to normal.

"Winner winner chicken dinner." Dean said as she slugged Axle across the face as he fell down to one knee. "I'm surprised you don't know who I am though. Last demons I ran into knew who I was immediately." She said as she kneed him in the gut, sending him down onto both knees this time.

"Heh, I thought that Hell smell was familiar... Dean Winchester." Axle uttered with a chuckle as he looked up at Dean with a grin.

"A demon getting two things right. Wow, it really is the apocalypse." Dean said as she went to deliver another blow to the weakened demon.

However it seemed like Axle wasn't all that weakened since he grabbed Dean's foot as she tried to kick him again. Catching the female hunter off guard for a moment, which allowed him to get in a few blows of his own. Axle was still weakened, but that didn't make his blows any less powerful or painful. Having managed to get the upper hand and beat Dean up pretty good, that is until he slammed her into the side of the Impala. It was bad enough that she was slammed into her baby, but it had caused the car to shake. Which spilled her beer and knocked her partially eaten burger off, it splattering on the concrete upon impact. Dean didn't like either of those things as she managed to grab the still open flask of holy water, splashing its remaining contents of Axle. His skin sizzling and smoking as he yelled in pain, the female hunter taking the chance it provided her. Doing the unavoidable deed of slamming Axle's head into the side of her baby multiple times, knowing he could handle it since he's a demon. Though he pried himself free, stumbling towards the trunk of the Impala as Dean stalked after him. Like a lioness stalking her prey.

"Nobody slams me into my car, ruins my burger, and gets away with it!" Dean snapped as she kicked Axle in the crotch. "Especially not some demon." She growled out as she punched him in the face.

"Yeah, but I just did." Axle laughed, blood trickling down his chink as one eye was starting to swell shut.

Dean said nothing in response to this as she just punched Axle again and again and again. Leaving him winded enough for her to open up the Impala's trunk. Revealing the Devil's trap that was drawn in white pain on the inside of the trunk door that would keep any demon trapped inside it. Axle, upon seeing the trap, took a cheap shot at Dean's unprotected ribs. A yell of pain came from the sandy blonde female, but her grip on the demon stayed strong though. Despite the multiple cheap shots he still took at her ribs Dean managed to throw him in the trunk and slam it shut. Groaning and panting she held her now throbbing ribs, clearing up the mess that had been made. Ignoring the muffled yelling and profanity coming from the trunk in the process as Dean cleared up all of the evidence. She also checked to make sure there were no dents in her car or chips in the glossy, ink black paint, satisfied when she saw none. As Dean went to open the driver's door and slide inside she noticed that her phone was still open and on the cars roof. Which made her remember that the call with Sam was still on-going, meaning he had heard all of the fighting. Dean picked up her phone from the roof, leaning back against the Impala for now so she could talk on the phone.

"Dean? Dean!" Sam exclaimed, worried since he had heard the fighting and the yelling.

"I still got it, Sammy." Dean said, holding the phone to her ear as she let out a breathy laugh that made her cringe in pain.

"Dean... you got the demon?" Sam asked, concerned about the pain lacing Dean's words.

"Hell yeah I did. I'll come get you, then you can fix my nose before we deal with this demonic asshole." Dean said as she hung up on Sam, she was 90% sure that her nose was broken.

Sam had wanted to say more, only to let out the breath he didn't know he was holding in the form of a sigh. Dean was still Dean, but then again what did he expect? Even as a girl she was bound to still be trying to give him heart attacks and make him worry. Only now his worries have skyrocketed due to how small and fragile Dean sometimes appears to be. Sure it had only been a day since their conversation about God and the Devil, but Sam had noticed the change in her. He'd notice how Dean seemed so on edge, and he saw how today she looked as if she could see things that he could not. It made Sam wonder if she really was as ok as she says she is, or if she had been lying to him about remembering Hell. So many thoughts were running through the youngest Winchester's mind that he almost completely missed the knock on the door. Now just like any hunter he was paranoid, therefore he slowly pulled his gun free from where it was tucked into the waistband of his jeans. Clicking off the safety as he approached the door, training his gun on whoever was on the other side as he looked through the peephole. Only to reengage the safety and slip it back into the waistband of the pants, practicality ripping open the door when he saw who was on the other side.

Dean stood there on the other side with a smile on her face despite looking like absolutely shit, the Impala sitting parked behind her. Yet it was still running, most likely to drown out the muffled yelling coming from the trunk. Sam had already known that she had fought with the demon that was currently possessing Axle, but that didn't mean he still wasn't shocked. Dean stood there before him with a busted lip, bleeding possibly broken nose, an already purple bruise on her cheek, a gash in her forehead. And that was just all the injuries that Sam could see, only god knows what injuries were currently hidden by her clothes. Stepping aside for now he let Dean stiffly walk inside, shutting the door behind her for now so he could patch her up a bit. It shouldn't take too long due to the fact that nothing seems to be broken, the sandy blonde hunter was just in pain. And that was nothing that a little whiskey wouldn't help fix. So in the end Sam spent a good half hour helping Dean get patched and cleaned up. All whilst she drank a good portion of a bottle of whiskey that they always had on hand for such an occasion. Not much was said between the two of them. In fact the only time Sam ever said anything was when he asked Dean to lift her shirt so he could see her ribs. Having noticed the way she was holding them when she walked inside of the motel room.

Sam tried to be indifferent to the massive dark bruise that had been revealed when Dean pulled up her shirt but he couldn't. So help him God he was going to rip that demon a new one for this. He obviously had taken cheap shots at Dean's ribs, probably when she was opening the Impala's trunk. It was a miracle that they weren't cracked or broken, and Sam did check, he double and triple checked. Satisfied when neither of them found any cracks or breaks in any of the ribs that were covered by or beneath the large bruise. And honestly Sam would've chewed Dean out for all of this if it weren't for that happily satisfied grin on her face. Which let him know that this was quite a confidence booster for her. After all during the whole situation with the witnesses Dean had been so worried she wasn't up to par with him or Bobby. So catching a demon on her own, despite the obviously avoidable injuries, made her feel like a hunter again. Rather than like a helpless little girl whose hands feel like their made of led after only shooting a shotgun a few times. So Sam just opted to stay quiet, waiting near the door as Dean changed out of the grey shirt that was under her red flannel shirt. Doing so only because the blood from her nose had dripped down onto her shirt as she drove.

"Ready to go, Dean?" Sam asked when he saw her exit their motel room's bathroom.

"Yup. Lets go exorcise ourselves a demon." Dean said, a giddy smirk on her face as she walked out of the door that Sam now held open for her.