I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean are standing in front of the impala's trunk, parked in front of the roadhouse.

"Los Angeles, California." Dean states, closing the trunk.

"What's in L.A.?" Isabeau asks, the three walking toward the front doors.

"Young girl's been kidnapped by an evil cult." Dean says.

"Yeah? Girl got a name?" Sam asks.

"Katie Holmes." Dean says.

Isabeau playfully glares at him and Sam laughs, "That's funny. And for you, so bitchy."

From inside the roadhouse comes the sound of breaking glass and shouting voices. Dean turns, "Of course, on the other hand - catfight."

In the roadhouse and on the upper levels, Ellen and Jo are shouting.

"I am your mother, I don't have to be reasonable!" Ellen shouts.

"You can't keep me here!" Jo shouts.

"Oh, don't you bet on that, sweetie."

Sam, Isabeau and Dean enter cautiously.

"What are you going to do, are you going to chain me up in the basement?" Jo asks.

Ellen pushes away some chairs that were still up on the tables, "You know what, you've had worse ideas than that recently. Hey, you don't wanna stay, don't stay. Go back to school."

"I didn't belong there! I was a freak with a knife collection!" Jo shouts.

"Yeah, and getting yourself killed on some dusty back road, that's where you belong?!" Ellen asks, she turns and sees the three of them, "Guys, bad time."

Sam raises his hand in defense, "Yes, ma'am." Isabeau nods, shoving her hands in her pockets, feeling bad for intruding.

Dean nods, "Yeah, we rarely drink before ten anyway." The three start to leave, but Jo stops them.

"Wait. I wanna know what they think about this." Jo walks up to them.

A mom, a dad, and two kids under three, all wearing bright yellow t-shirts that read 'Nebraska is for Lovers' enter.

"I don't care what they think!" Ellen counters.

"Are you guys open?" The father of the family asks.

"No!"

"Yes!" Jo and Ellen yell at them.

The father chuckles nervously, "We'll just... check out the Arby's down the road." They leave.

The phone rings and Jo turns to glare at it, then at Ellen, who stalks over to answer it, "Harvelle's. Yeah, Preacher."

Jo grabs a folder off the bar and holds it out to the three, "Three weeks ago a young girl disappears from a Philadelphia apartment." She shoves the folder at Dean, "Take it, it won't bite."

Dean's gaze glances over at Ellen, "No, but your mom might."

Jo pinches her lips, still holding out the folder. He takes it reluctantly, flipping it open and Isabeau leans over looking at it.

"And this girl wasn't the first. Over the past eighty years six women have vanished." Jo starts explaining the details of the hunt, "All from the same building, all young blondes. Only happens every decade or two so cops never eyeball the pattern. So we're either dealing with one very old serial killer, or-"

Isabeau smiles, looking up, "Did you put this together, Jo?"

Jo smiles proudly at her, "You know it, BoBo." Isabeau playfully rolls her eyes at the nickname Jo gave her. That happened over one of their late night girl talks over the phone.

Dean hums, impressed, "Hmm."

Sam looks down at the files as well, "I gotta admit. We hit the road for a lot less."

Ellen hangs up the phone and walks over to them, "Good. You like the case so much, you take it."

"Mom!" Jo exclaims.

"Joanna Beth, this family has lost enough. And I won't lose you too. I just won't." Ellen scolds, not wanting to argue about it.

The impala roars into town and they park in front of the apartment building. They head inside the building, Isabeau places her hand on the doorknob of the apartment, her eyes glow violet as she speaks a few words in latin and the door clicks open.

They enter the apartment, Dean closing the door behind them. Isabeau's eyes stop glowing, "I feel kind of bad, snaking Jo's case."

Dean purses his lips, coming up behind her rubbing her back and enters deeper into the apartment, "Yeah, maybe she put together a good file. But could you see her out here working one of these things? I don't think so."

Isabeau furrows her brow as both Sam and Dean pull out their EMF readers. She thought Jo could handle herself quite honestly. With some practice she would be a great hunter on her own.

"You getting anything?" Dean asks.

"No, not yet." As Sam runs his reader over the light switch, it purrs. He leans over, "What's that?"

Isabeau walks over, touching the black goo from the lightswitch. She rubs it in between her fingers, it was disturbingly sticky. "Gross." She simply comments, frowning at it.

Dean comes over, "What?"

Sam touches the goo, "Holy crap."

Dean also touches it, "That's ectoplasm. Well, I think I know what we're dealing with here. It's the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man."

Isabeau chuckles, suddenly very tempted to hum the Ghostbusters theme song.

Sam rolls his eyes, "Dean, I've only seen this stuff, like, twice. I mean, to make this stuff you have to be one majorly pissed off spirit."

Isabeau wipes her fingers on her jeans, not really caring if the ectoplasm stained them or not, "All right, let's find this badass before he snags any more girls."

They exit the apartment and walk down the hallway. Hearing voices, they hide around a corner. Isabeau frowns as she realizes the woman's voice belongs to Jo.

"It's so convenient." Jo says.

"Yeah, it's a great building, fixed it up real nice. All the apartments come furnished, too." The landlord says.

"It is so spacious. You know, my friend told me I absolutely have to come check it out, and I have to admit, she was right. You did a really good job with this place."

Isabeau steps out, "What the hell are you doing here?"

Jo smiles and winks at her, "There you are, honey." She grabs Isabeau around the waist, "This is my girlfriend, Isabeau and her buddies, Sam and Dean." Jo gave Isabeau a look, telling her to play along.

Isabeau smiles, understanding Jo's plan. She glances over at her boyfriends who just watch on in curiosity.

The landlord nods, a little surprised at the implication of the two women dating, but brushes it aside, shaking hands with Isabeau, "Good to meetcha. Quite a gal you've got here."

Isabeau nods, chuckling, "Oh yeah, she's a pistol."

Jo looks up at Isabeau who is just an inch or two taller than her, "So, did you already check out that apartment? The one for rent."

Isabeau nods, "Yeah. Yes. Loved it. Great flow."

The landlord furrows his brow, "How'd you get in?"

"It was open." Isabeau states as if he already knew.

"Now, Ed, um, when did the last tenant move out?" Jo asks.

The landlord shakes his head, "Oh, about a month ago. Cut and run, too. Stick me for the rent."

Jo smiles, "Well. Her loss, our gain! 'Cause if BoBo loves it, it's good enough for me."

Isabeau smiles sweetly, "Oh, sweetie."

Jo pulls out a wad of cash, "We'll take it."

Isabeau,Sam and Dean stare at the wad of cash in awe. Isabeau thinks for a second and then smirks at Jo, very impressed.

Inside the apartment, Dean puts together his gun and Jo turns to him, "I'll flip you for the sofa."

Dean looks at her, "Does your mother even know you're here?" Behind him, Sam and Isabeau are cleaning their own weapons.

"Told her I was going to Vegas." Jo says.

Isabeau glances up, "You think she's gonna buy that?"

Jo shakes her head, "I'm not an idiot. I got Ash to lay a credit card trail all the way to the casinos." Isabeau raises her hand in defense with a smile.

Dean shakes his head, "You know, you shouldn't lie to your mom. Shouldn't be here either."

Jo glances at Sam and Isabeau and looks back at Dean, "Well, I am. So untwist your boxers and deal with it."

Sam set down his gun, "Where'd you get all that money from, anyways?"

Jo looks at him, "Working, at the Roadhouse."

Dean frowns, "Hunters don't tip that well."

Jo smiles, "Well, they aren't that good at poker, either."

Isabeau smiles, "Nice." Her and Jo high five and chuckle, "Man, me and you, we'd clean some shop." Isabeau suggests.

Jo nods with a smile, "I'll have to take you up on that."

Sam shakes his head with a smile, pulling Isabeau into his lap with his unbroken hand. Isabeau chuckles at his actions, and the two continue to clean their guns. Jo watches the two with a bitter fondness and then looks over to Dean, who is staring at the two with a soft smile.

Jo shakes her head, slightly jealous at their relationship. It was wholesome and adorable, even when hunting they seemed to find time to make each other smile and enjoy the beauty of their relationship.

Dean's cell phone rings and he answers it, "Yeah."

"Is she with you?" Ellen asks on the other line.

Dean stares at Jo, "Oh, hi Ellen."

"She left a note she's in Vegas. I don't believe it for a second."

Dean holds the phone back, "I'm telling her." He whispers to Jo and two have a furious, muttered argument. Isabeau and Sam watch from their spots.

"Dean?" Ellen asks.

Dean brings his phone back, "I haven't seen her."

"You sure about that?"

"Yeah, I'm sure." Dean answers.

"Well, please. If she shows up, you'll drag her butt right back here, won't you?" Ellen asks.

"Absolutely." Dean confirms.

"Okay. Thanks, honey."

Dean hangs up the phone and Jo grins cheerfully. Isabeau shakes her head amused, Jo certainly was a pistol.

Dean is pacing, Isabeau, Sam and Jo are sitting at the table with blueprints spread out. Jo's flipping a small knife around, "This place was built in 1924. It was originally a warehouse, converted into apartments a few months ago."

"Yeah? What was here before 1924." Dean asks.

Jo purses her lips, "Nothing. Empty field."

"So, most likely scenario, someone died bloody in the building, and now he's back and raising hell." Sam concludes and Isabeau nods in agreement, flipping through some papers.

"I already checked. In the past eighty two years, zero violent deaths. Unless you count a janitor who slipped on a wet floor." Jo says and Isabeau scoffs.

Jo points her knife at Dean without looking at him, "Would you sit down, please?"

Dean sits down next to Isabeau at Jo's request, "So, have you checked police reports, county death records…"

"Obituaries, mortuary reports and seven other sources. I know what I'm doing." Jo nods.

"I think the jury's still out on that one." Isabeau gives Dean a look at his statement and he just shrugs, looking back at Jo, "Could you put the knife down?"

She stares at him before she does.

Isabeau clears her throat, relieving some of the tension in the room, "Okay! So, uh, it's something else, then. Maybe some kind of cursed object that brought a spirit with it."

Jo smiles at her, "Well, we've got to scan the whole building. Everywhere we can get to, right?"

Dean nods, "Right. So. You, me and Isabeau, we'll take the top two floors." Dean gets up from his spot.

"Dean…" Isabeau stops Dean in his tracks, "We'd move faster if we split up."

Dean sighs, "Sweetheart-"

"Ah-ah! Don't 'Sweetheart' me, that's not always gonna work, Dearie. You take the top floor, Jo and I got the floor below. Got it?" Jo raises a brow to challenge him.

Jo and Isabeau are walking down a dim hallway, Jo with an EMF reader in her hands, "So. You gonna buy me dinner?" Jo jokes.

Isabeau chuckles, confused, "What are you talking about?"

"It's just if you're gonna ride me this close it's only decent you buy me dinner." Jo says.

Isabeau shakes her head, gliding her fingertips along the walls, "Oh, that's hilarious. You know, it's bad enough Dean to your mom, besides, better off being with me than with Dean. He's a little overprotective when it comes to anyone, even me." She pauses, "Plus, I don't know if you've noticed, but you're kind of the spirit's type."

Jo nods, "Exactly."

Isabeau hums, "You wanna be bait?" She was curious.

"Quickest way to draw it out and you know it." Jo says with a smile.

Isabeau nods, "True, true… Though I think Dean will put a stop to that plan."

Jo tilts her head at Isabeau, "Why's that? Does he think women can't do the job?"

Isabeau chuckles, "Hell, no. Being with Dean since we were kids showed him that a woman could probably kick his ass and get the job done. It's just... you have no experience, Jo. And, hey, you need to go on a few hunts by yourself to learn. Can't be on the sidelines forever."

"Speaking from experience?" Jo asks.

Isabeau shrugs, turning to her, releasing she never really told Jo who she got into hunting, "Look, Jo. I was raised to hunt. Ironic because I am what hunters hunt, but we did it to survive. You got options, Jo. No one in their right mind chooses this life."

Jo stares at her confused, "But, you got out, went to college and almost had a career. Why go back?"

Isabeau sighs, "I never 'got out'. Even in college I hunted. But then Sam and Dean came back into my life and well… here we are and I wouldn't change a damn thing. Once a hunter, always a hunter."

Jo tilts her head, "You love the job."

Isabeau bites her lip, "Yeah, but I'm a little twisted." Jo didn't know how bad Isabeau could get.

Jo chuckles, "You don't think I'm a little twisted too?"

Isabeau smiles weakly, "Jo, you've got a mother that worries about you. Who wants something more for you. Those are good things. You don't throw things like that away. Might be hard to find later."

Jo licks her lips, "Do your parents want that for you?"

Isabeau pauses, furrowing her brow, "I don't know honestly. My parents always told me to do what I want. Though they did require me to get some sort of education." She chuckles, "They never really told me I had to hunt, it was mostly a safety measure. Learn how to protect myself."

Isabeau shrugs, "They're doing the same to my brothers, I mean, Alphonse is 14 now and he just went out on his first hunt with dad a few months back because he wanted to. Eugene and Dion practice their shooting in the backyard and are itching to go out on a hunt themselves."

"But, they're still young and they have their own interests outside hunting…" Isabeau smiles, "It's just normal for us, Jo. Deep down, we know we can't just walk away from the lifestyle, it'll follow us, no matter how far we run away from it."

Isabeau turns, walking away from Jo, who follows her after a couple of seconds. They approach a grating near the floor. As Jo stands in front of it, a dark hand slides through the holes towards her legs. She turns around, gasping.

Isabeau turns, "What?"

Jo sighs, "I'm not sure."

Isabeau walks over and sniffs at the air, "You smell that?"

Jo sniffs as well, "What is that, a gas leak?"

Isabeau shakes her head, "No. Something else. I know it. I just can't put my finger on it."

Jo crouches by the grating and her EMF reader purrs.

Jo looks up at the white haired hunter. Isabeau smiles, "Mazel Tov. You just found your first spirit."

"It's inside the vent." Jo says.

Isabeau crouches beside her, shining her flashlight and she hands it to Jo, "Here."

She pulls out a screwdriver and unscrews the grating, pulling it off the wall, "There's something in there. Here."

She reaches her arm inside, feeling around. She pulls her hand out, holding a clump of blond hair, "Somebody's keeping souvenirs."

Dean is twisted up in a very awkward sleep-position on a leather recliner chair. Sirens sound nearby and he wakes, groaning.

Jo is sitting at the table, twirling her knife and studying notes and blueprints. Isabeau is sitting across from her, twirling her rosary around. She looks over with a smile, "Morning, Dearie."

Dean looks over at his girlfriend, "Where's Sam?" He groans.

"Went to get coffee." Isabeau says, turning back to the papers.

Dean gets up slowly, grimacing, "Ugh. My back." He hums, leaning down to place a kiss on Isabeau's lips.

Isabeau smiles when they part, "I'll do some aromatherapy when we're done here. Get a nice motel room." Isabeau suggests.

"I like the sound of that… How'd you sleep on that big soft bed?" He asks the two of them. Sam and Dean opted for sleeping out on the sofas so the girls could have the only bed in the apartment.

"We didn't. Just been going over everything." Jo tells him.

He looks down at her, considering. He places a bag onto the table and pulls out a bowie knife, unsnapping it from the sheath and handing it to her, hilt-first, "Here."

Jo takes it, "What's this for?"

"It'll work a hell of a lot better than that little pig-sticker you're twirling around." Dean says.

Jo hands him her knife, he studies it, and sees engraved on the blade: W.A.H.

"William Anthony Harvelle." Jo says. Isabeau smiles comfortingly at Jo.

Dean looks up at Jo, understanding, "I'm sorry. My mistake." He hands back her knife and takes his knife back, sheathing it.

Jo hesitates, "What do you.. what do you remember about your dad? I mean, what's the first thing that pops into your head?"

Dean shakes his head and Isabeau does what she always does, rub small circles on the small of his back, underneath his shirts.

"Come on, tell me." Jo begs.

Dean takes a seat next to Isabeau, who was still rubbing his back, "I was six or seven, and uh, he took me shooting for the first time. You know, bottles on a fence, that kind of thing. I bulls-eyed every one of 'em. He gave me this smile, like... I don't know."

Jo smiles, "He must have been proud."

Dean glances at Isabeau and chuckles, "What about your dad?" He asks Jo.

Jo sighs, "I was still in pigtails when my dad died, but I remember him coming home from a hunt. He'd burst through that door like, like Steve McQueen or something."

She shakes her head, "And he'd sweep me up in his arms, and I'd breathe in that old leather jacket of his. And my mom, who was sour and pissed from the minute he left, she started smiling again. And we were... we were a family."

Jo looks back and forth between Isabeau and Dean, addressing them both, "You wanna know why I want to do the job? For him. It's my way of being close to him. Now tell me what's wrong with that."

Isabeau moves her hand to rest on one of Dean's. He flips his hand to intertwine their fingers, "Nothing."

Sam bursts through the door.

Dean looks over, "Where's the coffee?"

Sam sighs, "There are cops outside. Another girl disappeared."

Sam and Jo are studying the notes, a little more urgently than before. Dean and Isabeau return, shutting the door. "Teresa Ellis, Apartment 2F. Boyfriend reported her missing around dawn." Dean tells them.

"And her apartment?" Jo asks as Dean and Isabeau circle around the table, facing them.

"Cracks all over the plaster, walls, ceiling. There was ectoplasm, too." Isabeau says, lifting up her fingers to show that they were slightly stained black by touching it.

"Well, between that and that tuft of hair I'd say this sucker's coming from the walls." Sam says.

Dean looks at him, "But who is it? Building's history is totally clean."

Jo picks up a photograph, "Well, maybe we're looking in the wrong place."

"What do you mean?" Isabeau asks.

"Check this out." Jo says, handing the photo over to Sam.

Sam looks at the photo, "An empty field?"

"It's where this building was built. Take a look at the one next door. The windows." Jo points out.

"Bars." Sam states.

Isabeau scoffs, "We're next door to a prison?"

"Thanks, Ash. And if you breathe a word of this to my mom... That's right. I will. With pliers." Jo hangs up her phone after talking with Ash, "Okay. Moyamensing prison. Built in 1835, torn down in 1963. And get this. They used to execute people by hanging them in the empty field next door."

Isabeau smiles and nods, "Well, then, we need a list. All the people executed there."

Jo smiles at her, "Ash is already on it."