Third Winchester

Chapter 1

Woman in White Part I

I grunted and my head shot straight up, eyes narrowed toward the door at the small noise I heard. I saw it was 9 in the morning. I fell asleep at 6 this morning, finishing up my last hunt. I was a very light sleeper. I shoved back my blanket, cursing as it was stuck on my foot. Seriously?! So much for being a hunter.

I heard my fridge open and a clink of glass. I rolled to my feet, in my sleep clothes and quietly grabbed my gun from my drawer. It was a human then, no monster. Buddy, you picked the wrong house to rob. I lightly turned the door knob and kept my back to the hallway wall. I saw a short haired dark blond head crouched next to my fridge. I walked forward slowly. the shadows made in hard to make out who it was, only that it was a man, a strong, muscular man at that.

Before I could send him a warning to back off, he lunged at me. I cursed, dodging, but not able to get a clear shot. He got in close, boxed me in and I couldn't shoot from this angle. I flipped the gun, trying to bash his head in instead. He ducked his head, twisting my wrist and knocking the gun across the floor. I didn't stop to think and he didn't reach for the gun either. I reared my hand back and went to hit him. He twisted my wrist in a familiar motion, knocking my feet our from under me and twisting my arm behind my back at a straining angle, sitting there. His hand was at the back of my neck. "You're losing your touch, kiddo." I should've known, that was his move. So was him sitting on me when he beat me in a fight or when I was pissed off and he was wrestling me to the ground until I calmed down.

I grunted, surprised. "What-Dean?!"

I heard the grin in his voice. "In the flesh, little sister."

I squirmed a bit. "Dude, get off."

I heard his teasing tone. "You gonna make me?" I felt my eyebrow twitch in annoyance as he ruffled my short dark hair in a mocking way. I twisted my wrist slightly in his hold. I turned my hip and used my other hand to turn me, so I could grab his leg with mine and switch our position, but he was on his back and I was sitting on him. "Lost my touch. Maybe you're just old." He shoved me off for that one, sending me a scowl. I snickered. I got up and grabbed my gun. I placed it on the table.

Dean glanced over. "You should have a stronger grip on your weapon."

I ignored him, pretended not to hear him, something that usually pissed him off. He glanced around. Looking at the salted windows, my laptop and papers beside it with books. Even the bottle of whiskey I kept around, it was about half full. "You still hunting?"

I nodded. "Yeah, just in the state." I had this apartment in Nevada. I figured a lot of bad shit happened, was a good area.

His green eyes looked me over and said. "I thought you quit hunting."

I snorted. "Who am I? Sam? There's no walking away." Dean nodded in agreement. It's what our brother didn't understand, it couldn't be done.

I sat down on my well worn couch I got from a good will after putting holy water and salting it. You never know.

"So...what's up?"

He stood in front of me, crossing his arms over his chest. "What? I can't even check up on my little sister?"

I raised an eyebrow. "It's been two years, Dean."

"You could've called me."

I grimaced, looking away. Not after what Dad said when I left. Dean would always follow his orders, it's what he did and I didn't want to force him to do that anyway.

He wanted something, but he wasn't saying anything.

I glanced at my door. "Is Dad...coming up?" I didn't know what that would cause. And I didn't know if I was ready for it.

Dean ran a hand down his face. "It's about Dad, he missing."

I sent him a confused look. "That's why your here?!" I laughed at him. "Are you kidding me?!" I laughed some more at his unnamused face.

He sent me a look. "It's not funny. He was on a hunt."

I shook my head, standing up and walking past him. I went to my fridge for a beer. "Dude, Dad can take care of himself. He's, well...he's Dad."

Dean walked over and shut the door on me. "He's been gone for a week."

I took swig of my beer. "He's been gone longer than that." Either from hunting that demon or drinking, he's been know to do it in the past. He calls, but...

"He's been on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a week." He sent me a meaningful look.

My eyes widened. "Shit." It was unusual, hunts never lasted that long. We usually finished them in a couple of days. Could he be in trouble...

I put the beer on the counter. Dean put his hands on my shoulders. "Look I need your help finding him, I'm looking for Sammy next."

I scowled. "He's living a normal life, you gunna bother him?"

He shook my shoulders once. "We need him."

I walked away from him. "I didn't agree to shit." I went toward my bedroom.

"Seriously, Danno! You've got to be kidding me?!" I almost stopped, it's been a long time since I've heard that nickname. He was the only one to call me that, Sam's done it too, but rarely.

He followed me. I huffed. "Dean, come on. He's always fine. I can't just..." I needed autotomy from just being Dad's kid who hunted. I needed to make some thing for myself. I wasn't ashamed of what I did, but I needed to be my own person. Dean didn't get it. I couldn't go back to where I was.

Dean threw his arm out, blocking me from going back into my room. "Why not? What do you got here, a shitty apartment, a hunting case every once in a while. A job doing..."

I told him. "I work as a janitor a bit." He snorted and I rolled my eyes.

I stiffened my shoulders, I didn't want this to turn into a fight. I haven't seen him in two years. "Help me then and come back if you really want to. Come with me to get Sammy. I known your worried too." I was, he could always tell if it was me or Sam. Must be because we grew up together. Well, I came to them when I was 4, Sam was 6 and Dean was 10. We had different moms. Dean has never treated me differently, neither has my other brother. I was comfortable, I didn't want to really change what I had, even if I missed Dean, Sam and Dad. I just had to go.

Something could've happened to Dad. I sighed. "You're not gonna take no for an answer?"

He grinned at me, throwing his arm over my shoulders. "Atta girl, Danno, come on."

I was a second from walking to the closet to grab my duffle bag I always kept packed and went to the door knob to leave.

I heard a snort and I sighed. "Yeah, Dean?"

I heard the amusement in his voice. "Forgetting something?"

I glanced down and saw my bare feet with just socks. I grimaced and shoved my feet in my boots. "Okay, whatever, ready to go."

Dean straight up laughed and I sent him a scowl. "What?!"

"You gonna go out dressed like that, Danielle?"

I blinked and looked down, feeling my ears burn. I was about to leave in a tank top and a pair of boxers, since that's what I slept in. He saw my face and laughed some more, leaning against the wall. I rolled my eyes. "Shut up!" I walked back in my room, shutting the door and still hearing his chuckling. He was so annoying to deal with, I don't know how I did it for almost 14 years.

But, I could help the grin that was pulling out my mouth. I sure missed the idiot.

I came back out, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, button down over that. Me and my brothers pretty much used the same sense of style. Plus, in the past a lot of our clothes were handy downs. Sam got Dean's stuff and I got Sam's. I had my own clothes, but style was still the same. Dean was sitting on the couch, looking through my notes. It was a hunt I just finished. "You have a hunt?"

I shook my head when he looked at me. "No, just finished it."

He raised his eyebrows. "Alone?"

I rolled my eyes at his tone. "Dude, don't."

He stood up and rolled his shoulders. "You're too young to be doing hunts by yourself. You have no back up."

I scoffed. There he is, Protective Older Brother Dean. "I'm 20, Dean. You do hunts by yourself, right? And I can get some if I need it." He started doing it alone when I left. Every once in a while, I did call up a hunter when the job was too big. Like a vampire nest or something.

He snorted, still giving me a look. "I'm 26, little sister. Big difference."

I was getting annoyed. "We goin' or what?"

I grabbed the laptop and followed him out, me locking the door.

I locked the door, knowing I wouldn't be back for a while. I followed him down the stairs, stopping short at what was in front of me. I felt a grin pulling at my mouth. There she was, '67 Chevy Impala. I grew up in that car, from the slices in the back seat from when I was a kid and bored with Sam in the back (thought Dad was gonna kill me for that one) or the little army green man back there that never came out. It was home when all we had was motels and when we were far from Bobby.

"Missed her?" I could hear the grin in Dean's tone.

I nodded, running my fingers over the body of the car. "Of course I missed Baby, more than you."

He snorted, opening the driver's door. "Get in the car, smartass." He shut it.

I laughed to myself. I got in, shutting the door behind me. I opened the glove compartment, pushing aside the hand gun and grabbing the map, it's where it always was. I opened it looked to where California was, more importantly, Palo Alto. I felt bad about bothering Sam with hunting again, but it was just one time, then he can go back to that college life. Knowing Dean, he thinks this might bring us back into the fold, but Sam is stubborn, he gets in from Dad and I didn't want things to go back to what they were, I needed to be my own person.

Looking over it and calculating, I said. "Should take about eleven hours."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I figured."

He started driving. After a hour with Metallica playing, I asked. "Want me to drive at some point?"

He head snapped toward me. "Not on your life." I chuckled, I already knew the answer. I raised my hands in mock surrender, smirking.

I was falling asleep, but jerked awake, forcing myself to stay up.

I blinked tiredly at the slap to the side of my leg. "Danno, just go to sleep." Ow.

I yawned, shaking the map. "No, uh-I'm up."

He grabbed the map from me and I grunted in disapproval. "Dude, just go to sleep. I got it."

I reached for it, but he pushed my shoulder back. "Danno, go to sleep."

Finding it not worth fighting and a part of me missing this, I slumped back in the seat and rolled my head toward the window. I muttered. "Nobody calls me 'hat anymore."

"That's not stoppin' me, go to sleep."

I clocked out.

The car wasn't rumbling under me and I jerked awake, seeing that it was pitch black outside. Checking my watch, I saw it was about 10 at night. My door opened and I saw Dean's grin. "Here ya go." I snatched the thing in the air and saw it was a Twix bar and a coke bottle. "Breakfast."

I grinned back, tearing off the wrapper and eating it. I looked around saw were at a gas station. "Where the hell are we?"

Dean said, munching on something himself, sticking the nozzle in the gas spot. "Just outside Palo Alto."

I rolled my eyes. "Dude, I don't wanna see what you're chewing."

He smirked, opening his mouth. "Like this?"

I groaned, unbuckling my belt and getting out of the car, shutting the door behind me. Dean laughed at me, snickering. I chucked the wrapper in the trash. "Dean, you have the mind of the nine year old."

After $20 was hit, I shook the nozzle a little and put it back. "Yeah, yeah, you're just jealous." I scoffed at that, screwing the cap back on and shutting it.

"So, Dad was hunting something..."

Dean perked up and said. "Get in the car, I'll show you when we get outta the station." I looked around and realized there was one or two cars. I hopped in and he drove until he got to the side of the road. I saw him smiling and I decided not to ask. He stopped on the side of the dirt road that was bare and got out. "Come on, Danny."

I followed him and he went to the trunk, opening the false bottom. He handed me a couple of newspapers. I looked it over. It was about a highway in Jericho, California. About a month ago, a man disappeared. Glancing through all of them, I noticed that a bunch of men disappeared, but with different dates, different years. All over the past twenty years. 2004, 2003, 1998, 1992 and so on for the past 20 years. I handed it back. "Could be a kidnapping ring?"

He gave me a look straight back. "Seriously, that's what you're goin' with?"

I shook my head. "No." I sighed. "Got anything else?"

He smirked, digging inside the trunk and pulling out an old tape recorder. He tossed it to me. I pressed play. I heard Dad's voice. "Dean...something big is starting to happen...I need to figure out what is going on. It may...be very careful, Dean. We're all in danger."

I tilted my head and frowned. "You catch the EVP on that?"

Dean grinned, slapping my shoulder. "Danno's still got it. Nice to know you didn't lose your touch."

I snorted, rolling my eyes at him. He played it back and I heard a woman's voice. "I can never go home."

I shook my head. "Well, isn't that wonderful? Sounded like a type of ghost, but who knows? We need to do research."

I tossed the papers and recorder in the back, turning to Dean. "So, Sam and then Jericho?"

"That's the plan." I noticed it was getting late. He said. "Let's get going."

I asked. "How do you know the hunt is still there? Dad always finishes what he starts."

Dean frowned, running a hand over him mouth. "He's been gone three weeks, Danny. With no contact. He doesn't do that. Even if it's done, there's must be a clue of where he is."

I felt the worry build in my chest. Dad wasn't the best Dad, but he was Dad. It was what we had. Dean was right.

I sent him a serious look. "We'll find him, alright?"

Dad had to be okay, I mean, it was Dad. I slammed the trunk shut, about to back to the passenger's side, only to get a sharp pain to the back of my head. A pain I remembered. I rubbed the back of my head, sending Dean a sullen glare. "Dude, what the hell?!"

He sent a glare right back. "Don't go attacking Baby!"

I threw my arms up. "I wasn't, she can handle more than that." All the things this car has seen...

"Doesn't mean you have to be so rough with her."

Yes, 'her' was the car.

I slid in the car and shut it as dramatically slow as I could, sending Dean a sarcastic look. "That good for you, bro?"

He rolled his eyes, starting the car. "Whatever, Punk." I almost grinned at the familiar nickname. I was Punk and Sam was Jerk.

I snorted. "Jackass." I saw him smirk at the corner of my eye.

I asked. "So, we going to a motel?"

Dean shook his head, starting the car back up and driving down the road. "Naw, we're gonna see him now." I saw his grin.

I rolled my eyes, huffing. "Seriously, you're gonna pull the same shit you did with me?"

He laughed. "I have to make sure Sammy boy didn't get rusty."

"You're an idiot."

He turned on the tape deck, up the volume, playing Led Zepplin. I grinned fondly at the tape deck. It's been a long time.

It was late when we pulled out in front of his apartment. I opened the door and followed him. We went up the stairs and ended up at his door. Having a sudden feeling of wanting to show off, I pushed Dean out of the way with my hip. "Dude, what the-"

"I got it." I crouched in front of the door. I used my kit and twisted the locks into the mechinsm until it clicked. I smirked. "Aw, 25 seconds, I'm outta practice. Doesn't it take you about a minute?" I sent him a shit eating grin.

He rolled his eyes, punching my shoulder. "Punk."

I rubbed it with a wince. "Jackass."

I opened the door and Dean moved in front of me, saying. "Wait, let me go first."

I rolled my eyes, but said. "Go ahead."

I moved out of the way and he walked inside the apartment, me following. He went in, making a little noise. I walked toward the kitchen and slipped the fridge opened a sliver and Dean hissed. "Danny, what are you doing?"

"Getting something, I hear Sam."

I did, his uncoordinated walk over, he did get pretty rusty. I looked in and saw a couple of beers, milk and a bunch of groceries in 'normal' refridgarators. I grabbed a bag of Lays from a cabinet and watched them fight.

"Wha-Dean?!"

I grinned, looking over and seeing Dean pinning him to the ground. "Hey, Tiger."

"You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's because you are out of practice." I laughed as he flipped Dean over.

"Who the hell is in the kitchen?" I saw his head look over, still pinned to the ground.

Dean snickered. "Who do you think?"

"Danny?!"

I waved my stolen beer before taking a drink and eating my stolen chips. "Hey, brother." I was happy to see Sam, it's been a couple of years since I saw him. I set the chips down as they got up. I stood up. "It's been four years, bro."

Sam sent me one of his grins (giving me a suspicious look), but it looked awkward. We tried to keep in touch for a bit, but it didn't work out. Something I was still a little bitter about. He wanted me to quit hunting completely and I refused. I couldn't stop hunting, knowing the people around me were in danger. You just couldn't turn that off as a hunter. I don't know how he could. He didn't want to apart of hunting, so that's why I think he cut contact. I came up to him and hugged him tightly and he did the same back. As annoyed as he was, I know he missed us. We basically lived in each other's back pockets our whole lives. I missed Sam. I rose on my toes a bit to grab his shoulders. "Shit, man. How tall are you?" He had to be 6 feet. Last time I saw him, he was way shorter.

Sam smiled slightly, his hard features softening. "6'4''." I whistled. I was pretty tall for a woman, 5'8'', but he was a giant.

I squeezed his shoulders, smiling before letting go. "Ok, Big Foot." He snorted, shoving my shoulder.

Dean walked in between us. "You got any beer, Sammy?"

Sam sent him a look. "Dean-"

I nodded, sending Sam a smirk. "Yep, some in the fridge."

Dean nodded with a grin. "Thanks."

Sam sighed and I could see his signiture bitch-face forming. "Danny."

I grinned, going back to my beer. Sam looked between the both of us. "What the hell are you guy doing here?"

I shrugged, taking a swig. "Ask Dean. He dragged me along."

Dean rolled his eyes before looking at Sam. "I already explained it to Danno, but we need to talk." They were standing face to face, I just sat down and watched them.

Sam said sarcastically. "The phone?"

Dean looked at me and Sam, looking annoyed. "Both of you don't know how to pick up the phone." I grimaced, glacing away from them and was alerted. I stood quickly, reaching behind me for my gun in the back of my waistband. The light went on. "Sam?"

I lurched forward on reflex and Sam was in front of me. "Danny, stop." I looked over and realized it was a pretty girl around Sam's age with short shorts, a Smurfs shirt and blond hair. I arched an eyebrow, wiggling it. I ignored the bitch-face it got me and removed my hand. Looks like Sam has a girlfriend...or a close roommate.

Sam said. "Jess, hey, Dean, Danny, this is my girlfriend, Jessica."

I bit back the snicker at the impressed look on Dean's face. I was a bit surprised, Sam was more of a nerd, he talked to girls when we were kids, but not much.

Jessica looked surprised. "You brother Dean? And your sister, Danny?"

I grinned in her direction, sending he a two fingered salute. "Hi, Sam's girlfriend."

Sam sent me an exaggerated look. "Danny."

I raised my hands in mock surrender. "Sorry."

Dean grinned. "I love the Smurfs. I have to tell you, you are out of my brother's league."

I raised my eyebrow, shaking my head. I elbowed him and I felt him stiffen. "Dude." He elbowed me back, I grunt silently. Sam was sending us both looks. He knows how quickly me and Dean could get into a physical fight, even if it was never serious.

Jessica was just watching us, not saying anything. Dean said. "Nice meeting you, but me and Danny need to borrow your boyfriend, private family business." I moved away and walked toward the living room area. I arched an eyebrow, smiling at what I saw.

I heard Sam say. "No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her."

I tilted my head toward him. I glanced at him, sending him a look that said. Does she know?

He slightly shook his head, before looking at Dean. I walked back over to stand next to my oldest brother. Dean shrugged. "Okay, Dad hasn't been home in a few days."

I glanced at Sam and he didn't look bothered. ""So he's working overtime on a Miller time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later." I scowled a little, seeing the knowing look on his face. He was eluding to Dad's major drinking problem, where he would disappear on a bender for a few days.

"Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days." I watched as his face changed, realizing what he meant.

I asked, antsy to get going. "So, can we talk to you or not?"

His face was serious. "Jess, excuse us. We have to go outside."

I left first, Dean and Sam following me. I could hear Sam complaining. "You can't just show up in the middle of the night, just break in-"

"That was Danny."

I shrugged. "Faster than you."

"Thank you Danny, for breaking my door knob."

I shrugged again. "It's fine."

Sam snapped as we got back to the bottom of the stairs. "Ignoring that, you can't just expect me to hit the road with you!"

Dean said. "Your not listening to us, Sammy. Dad is missing and we have to find him."

Sam said. "Remember the poltergiest in Amherst? Or the Devil's Gates in Clifton? He was missing then too. He's always missing and he's always fine."

Dean shook his head. "Not for this long. Are you going to come with me or not?"

Sam said firmly. "I'm not."

I jerked back. "What?" I mean, we told him what was going on.

Dean was surprised. "Why not?"

"I swore off hunting."

I scoffed, shaking my head. It just isn't possible.

"Seriously, Danny, just because you can drop everything and go or even not let go of hunting, doesn't mean I will."

I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed he was digging at me. "Okay, Mr. Normal."

He threw his arms up. "What's that supposed mean?"

I tilted my chin up. "I saw the salt on your windows."

"Yeah, it's called a percausion! That doesn't mean I want to hunt."

Dean was amused. "It wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad." I glanced at Dean. That's debateable. I got used to it, but it was pretty bad.

I followed them as Dean walked toward the car, Sam storming after him. "Do you know what Dad told me when I said I was scared of the thing in my closet? He gave me a .45." I smiled a bit, he did something similar when I was 8.

Dean snorted. "What was he supposed to do?" They stopped, facing each other.

"I was nine years old, he was supposed to say, 'don't be afraid of the dark'.

Dean snapped, annoyed. "Don't be afraid of the dark? Of course you should be afraid of the dark! You know what's out there!"

I cut in. "C'mon, Sam. We all went through the same thing. Dad basically said the same thing to me."

"Yeah, I know, but that doesn't make it right." He turned to Dean. "After Mom was killed and Dad's obsession to find the thing that killed her. But, we still haven't found the damn thing. So, we kill everything we can find."

I frowned, twisting my mouth to the side. I don't regret what I do, but their Mom. It's stupid, but it makes me feel like that insecure teenager that worried over her place in the family. Dean set me straight years ago, but still...

"You think Mom would have wanted this for us?"

I winced as Dean's face hardened, walking out the screen door, slamming it shut. "Good job, Sam."

I walked out, hearing him call. "You two know I'm right! C'mon, the weapon training, melting the silver into bullets? Man, Dean. The three of us were raised like warriors."

Dean asked as I walked by his side. "Danny had a point. What are you going to do? Live some normal, apple pie life? Is that it?"

Sam shook his head. "No, not normal. Safe."

Dean scoffed. "And that's why you ran away?"

I shook my head. "Dean, c'mon." I understood it, wasn't much for college like he was, but I understood where he was coming from. Dean took Dad's orders, that's just who he was.

Dean's head turned to me. "Don't start, Danny, he wasn't the only one to run."

I rolled my eyes. "Run away? I started my life, it wasn't my choice to stay gone."

"Yeah, by ditching your old one." I clenched my jaw, wondering how this turned on me.

Sam waved a hand. "See, I'm not the only one. I wasn't there, but I can guess what happened. All I did was go to college. Danny wanted to try being on her own. Dad told me to not come back."

I swallowed, the words ringing familiar. "It doesn't matter, Sam. We don't have to rehash this. Dean, you want to tell him about Dad?"

Dean's eyes were hard. "I was getting to that. You don't want to help him now? If he's not dead already, I can feel it." He glanced at me. "Me and Danny can't do this alone."

Sam glanced at the both of us. "Yes, you guys can."

Dean said. "Well, I don't want to."

I leaned against the passenger side of the car. "Neither do I. C'mon, the three of us can do this together. There's not a better team." I saw him crack a smile.

He sighed. "What was he hunting?"

I stretched my back with a sigh, not wanting to hear the same thing twice. I avoided looking at Dean, wondering if Dean was going to continue from before. He slapped my shoulder. "Danno, hop in the back."

I snorted. "Aw, why?"

Dean eyed me. "You're going to squeeze Sammy's giant ass back there?" We both got Sam's annoyed look. Dean went to the trunk with Sam.

I shrugged. "No." His knees would just wind up kicking me in the back, pissing off Dean about damaging Baby. I opened the door and climbed in. I pushed back the passanger seat and laid back, making sure to keep my shoes off the seat on the other side. A couple of minutes later, I heard the trunk open. I pulled out my cellphone and then I put it back. Bobby would kill me if I called at this hour.

I yawned and saw Dean get in the car. "Waiting on Sammy."

Sam got in and said. "Let's get this over with."

I asked, leaning forward. "What's the rush, Sam-o?"

He turned to look at me. "Law school. I have an interview."

My eyes widened. "Wow...I always knew you were a know it all." He rolled his eyes. I smiled. "Good job." He sent me a grin. Dean scoffed and I was the one to roll my eyes. "Shut up, Dean."

"Whatever, Punk."

I replied back, not thinking about it. "Jackass." Sam chuckled.

It was getting later as Dean drove, the sun starting to pull out of the sky. I asked. "We there yet?"

Dean eyed me in the rearview mirror. "Don't start that." It used to drive Dad insane, especially with the long drives. "I'm stopping for gas."

I said. "We just did."

Dean said, turning into a old looking gas station. "I want her to be full."

I snickered. "That's what sh-"

Sam cut me off. "Don't even say it." I smirked. Dean laughed and even not seeing Sam, I knew he was rolling his eyes. Dean got out, shutting the door. I leaned forward as I saw him digging around, his passanger door open.

"What're you doin'?"

"Did you know Dean still has cassettes?"

I laughed, nudging his shoulder with my hand. "Seriously? You think Dean would change them?"

"And is ever going to update his collection?" Sam's had a laugh in his voice.

I arched an eyebrow. "Do you need me to repeat myself?"

Dean came back before Sam could say anything back. He just shook his head, his shaggy hair following the motion.

Dean asked, a candy bar in his mouth. "Hey, you guys want breakfast?"

I nodded and reached a hand out in front of Sam. "Yep, hook me up." He handed me a bottle of coke and a bag of Doritos. I wasn't very health conscious. Growing up with Dad on the road, I barely knew how to cook anything. "Thanks."

I leaned back, opening the bag and Coke. Dean said. "Don't get that shit on my seats." I gave him a salute, already eating.

"What about you, Sammy? Hungry?"

Sam said. "No, thanks. So, how did you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

Dean was still outside, topping off the tank. "Yeah, well hunting isn't a pro ball career. Besides all we do is apply. Not our fault they send us the cards.

"Yeah? And what names did you write on the application this time?"

"Uh...Bert Aframen and his son, Hector."

I laughed, balling up the bag and giving it to Sam. He tossed it in the trash out the window. "What about you, Danny? You do them?"

I shook my head. "Nope. Had a bona fide job and everything."

Sam turned to look at me. "Huh, really?"

Dean said sarcastically. "Yeah, she has the prestigious job of a janitor."

I kicked the back of his chair. "Shut up, Dean. Better than scams."

Sam nodded. "She's right, Dean. Don't give her a hard time."

Dean shrugged. "Whatever. Don't kick Baby, Danno."

Sam said. "I swear man, you have got to update your cassette tapes."

Dean looked offended. "Why?"

Sam said, sarcasm in his voice. "Well, for one, their cassete tapes. And two...Black Sabbeth, Motorhead, Metallica?! It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

Dean took a tape, putting it in the player. "Well, house rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music..."

I rolled my eyes, finishing the familiar phrase. "...shotgun shuts his cakehole."

Sam asked. "How many times have you heard that?"

I replied. "Too many to count."

Dean grinned at me through the mirror. "And don''t you forget it."

Sam said, annoyed. "You know, Sammy is a chubby 12 year old. It's Sam."

Dean turned on the music. "Sorry can't hear you, the music is too loud."

As he pulled out, I patted Sam on the shoulder. "Don't worry, he still calls me Danno." Dean drove toward the hunt. Sam was on the phone, talking to the morgues around here. "Thank you." He said to us. "There's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. So, that's something.

I said. "Hold on." I flipped my phone open and rang the famillar number. I heard a gruff voice. "Hello?"

I smiled. "Hey, Bobby."

Dean and Sam turned to look at me. I held up a finger. He said. "I haven't heard from you in a while, little missy."

I smiled at the nickname. "Yeah, well, I was laying low. I'm with Dean and Sam right now-"

"What? Sam's in school, isn't he? And Dean was off with John." I heard the annoyed tone. He and Dad got into it a while ago. I have been calling Bobby, keeping in contact, but the past couple weeks, I've been radio silent.

"He's just helping us a bit. Speaking of Dad, you seen him? He disappeared on a job."

"Can't say I have. Is that why you teamed up?"

"Uh-huh. Three heads better than one an' all that."

"You tell the boys what you were studying for?" I felt my face flush red.

"That's not important, Bobby. Let us know if you find anything out?"

"Sure, kid. Keep me posted."

"Thanks, Bobby."

I clicked the phone shut. "Nothing from him."

Dean stopped in front of a bridge in front of 2 cop cars with two cops. I leaned forward and saw him reaching in the glove compartment and grabbing a box. As he opened it, I realized it was the fake credentials pile. I smirked, I had one for FBI for myself. I said. "You guys go ahead. It's a small town. Better if one of us can keep under the radar."

Dean clicked his tongue. "Good thinkin', Danno."

I rolled my eyes. "I think you're over usin' that nickname."

Dean laughed. "Don't think so."

Sam sent me a look of symathy, getting out with Dean.

I snickered as they walked back and Dean slapped him over the head. Dean parked and I followed them into the small town. Dean pointed. "I bet you that's her."

"Who?"

Dean asked. "Why don't you pay attention?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "She wasn't there and you know it. Amy, she's the girlfriend of the guy who disappeared."

I replied, giving Dean the side eye. "Thanks, Sam."

Dean walked over and told me. "Follow my lead." He said louder. "You must be Amy."

She was putting up posters of who I was guessing was the dead guy. "Yeah."

"Troy told us about you. We're his uncles. She's his aunt. Dean, this is Sammy and Danny.

"He never mentioned you to me."

"We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."

Sam said, usually the kind voice he usually used for witnesses in the past. "So, we're looking for him too and we're kinda asking around."

I spoke up, catching on. "Anything you can tell us will help." I sent her a smile.

Another girl walked up. "Hey, are you okay?"

Amy nodded. "Yeah."

Sam asked. "You mind if we ask you a couple of questions?"

We followed her in a small restuarant. We sat down across from her and her friend. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back and he never did."

Sam asked, leaning forward. "He didn't say anything strange or out of the ordinary?"

She shook her head. "No. Nothing that I can rememeber."

"I like your necklace." I glanced at it and saw a Devil's Trap.

I glanced outside. "Hey, I'm gonna look outside." I looked down and sent the girl a 'sad' smile. "Anything to find my nephew." If we weren't on a case, I know Dean would laugh at my 'show'. I got up and walked out, going outside. I looked around, nodding at a couple of people who stared. I hated small towns. It made it harder on the job.

I looked at the bulletboard and saw Troy's picture. I moved it and saw another. A couple more missing guys were there.

I jumped as a slap came to my back. "Damn, you really have to pay attention."

I grimaced, scowling at him. "Anyone one ever tell you that you are annoying?"

Sam cut in. "All the time."

Dean scoffed. "Very funny, idiots. You to hear what you missed?"

Sam started explaining about the local legend. "Alright, then. Where do you want to go? Library or motel?"

We sat in the library in front of a computer, me and Sam on either side of Dean as he searched. He searched murder in the local registry, but nothing came up. He stopped Sam from taking over. I said. "Maybe Sam should do it. He's better at research."

Dean mimced me. "Maybe Sam should-I got it, Dan."

Me and Sam shared a suffering look of younger siblings over Dean's head. Sam finally shoved him away, causing Dean to complain. "Dude."

I moved away. "Don't shove him into me."

Sam said. "Then move over." I rolled my eyes. Brothers.

Dean punched his arm. "Control freak." I nodded in agreement. That was a good explanation for Sam. I wheeled back over, getting out of my chair and looking over Sam's shoulder. He said. "Listen, angry spirits are born of violent deaths, right?"

I nodded, saying sarcastically. "Yeah, everyone knows that."

I bit back a yelp. He rolled back, the wheel running over my foot. I shoved his shoulder, annoyed. Sam said. "Focus! Listen, what if it wasnt murder." He typed in 'suicide'. Results came up and I couldn't help the proud smile. That's our Sam.

Sam clicked on it. "This was 1981, Constance Welsh, 24 years old. Jumps off Selvania Bridge and drowns in the river."

Dean asked. "Does it say why she did it?"

Sam nodded, squinting. "Yeah..."

I leaned forward, my hand on the back of the chair. "Why..."

Sam said before I could read more. "An hour before they found her, she called 911. Her two little kids are in the bathtub, she leaves them alone for a minute and when she comes back, they aren't breathing."

I grimaced. "That would make anyone go insane." I saw a man in the picture and pointed it out. "Hey, who's that?"

Sam read off. "'Our babies are gone and Constance couldn't bare it.'"

I perked up. "The husband. He still alive?"

Sam said. "Joseph Welsh, he was 30 in 1981, so maybe."

Dean asked, pointing. "That bridge look famillar to you?" Damn, that was the one we just left.

I looked outside. "It's getting dark, you wanna get going." Within the hour, it was going to be pitch black. It was better to hunt ghosts at night, it's when they usually showed.

Dean nodded as Sam closed out of the article. "Yeah, let's go."

I followed them out, ready to gank this ghost.

Yes, another story after I posted my Hunger Games one. I have a week off of college so I have some free time. I'm splitting the episode in two because it is already at 7, 000 words. Until next time...