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Aiden

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The scene was far to familiar to Dean, it being a nice day, probably a lot of cute girls on the beach, and here he was in the Library. With Sam.

God he needed a new job.

He had long given up the search for Alex Evans and Conner Potts, letting Sam do most of the work, though even he was starting to feel sorry for the kid,who was on his fifth cup of coffee in an hour. A new record.

Dean had never seen his brother like this, so compelled over one case? That made him wonder why even more. Perhaps it was Sam's new found ESP, did he feel like he had a connection with this girl. If that was the case, Sam had been hit in the head one two many times.

Dean closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair. It was nearly seven o'clock tonight, as Sam almost yelled "I think I found something..."

Dean stopped his watch. "Good job, Sammy. Not, if I had been allowed to touch anything, I would of had it done in half your time.

"Shut up.." Sam said as he thrust a series of articles in Deans face.

"Conner Potts, found in the woods, dead. Each one of his body parts cut off, and sewn back on expertly, his ring finger on his left hand missing."

"Police said that it would of taken days for someone to do, but when they found him, he was dead for only a few hours-"

"So what, Sam?" Dean exclaimed. What that means is we have a serial killer who likes to knit in his free time-"

"And then there was Alex Evans, died in a car crash."

"It happens all the time, Sam."

"But he didn't die from injuries he sustained in the accident, he was literally scared to death.There was no adrenaline left in his adrenal gland."

"How long did it take to find the car-" Dean asked. This wad beginning to be more his flavor.

"Three Hours. Would of been never if Alex's foster care parent... Madason Cummings hadn't called the police."

"Is that the current caretaker of Lilly?"

"And seven other kids-" Sam muttered, the two brothers almost reading each others mind. "And I don't think that we want to piss off Lilly's mom so.. Look up any other foster care parents-"

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This list was long. Too long for Sam to pick any parent especially, so he picked the most unusual name.

Corban and Jayla Davis, only ten minutes away.

She had stayed their for five days.

When they pulled up to the house, it was just as they expected. Nice green lawn, a small three bedroom house, painted pink, with an intense playground in the back that would made even the most depressed of six year olds happy.

When they knocked on the door, they were met with another expection. A woman in her mid forties, with too much lipstick, and a smile that seemed so fake it was unbelievable.

"Jayla Davis?" Sam asked

"Yes.." The Woman stated

"I'm Justin Munchan, and this is my partner Nigel. We're recently updating the foster children's old records and I was wondering if We could talk to you."

"Sure. No Problem."

"About the Evans twins."

The smiled dropped.

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Jayla sat at her oak kitchen counter, literally twiddling her thumbs as a little boy walked in.

"Mommy, I'm bored."

"Why don't you go and play in your room, Thomas. Wait until these gentlemen leave.."

"Ok.." The little boy said, dropping his head as he walked out.

Sam and Dean asked no questions, so she moved on.

"Lilly and Alex first moved in when they were nine years old. They seemed like sweat kids, though, they all do the first day. They're scared you might send them back or something. Who knows. The foster care system is so screwed up these days.."

Sam looked at Dean. This could take a while. Even he could see that this lady was in a serious need of a shrink.

"Lilly was very sweet, overprotective of her brother. Nice. Loved to play dress up and colour. Well mannered. She loved the movie Anastasia. But Alex, he was different. Jittery, like he was always scared of something. He hardly ever slept, and then one day it got to be too much, so we sent him back."

"Did he ever say what the was so scared about?" Sam asked

"No. But most of the kids in the foster system are always jumpy like that..."

"Do you know anyone who knew them well?" Dean asked

"My Daughter, Aimee.."

"We'd like to talk to her if that wouldn't be too much trouble."

'Not at all.." The Jayla stated, walking out of the kitchen, a younger looking girl walking in. About 15.

"What do you want.." She spoke

"We were wondering if you could tell us about Alex and Lilly Evans."

"What about 'em"

"Anything.. Something you remember most about them"

"They were always upset" Aimee spoke, for the first time, with emotion in her voice. "I mean, they had reason to be-"

"Why's that" Dean asked

"It's hard, being in foster care. Someone comes to your house and tells you to put everything you have into a garbage bag, and then you go to a new school, where everyone talks about you and knows that your a foster kid, in clothes that smell like garbage bags-"

As she spoke, her eyes grew sad, as if she was telling her life's story.

"When was the last time you spoke to Lilly?" Dean asked

"A few nights ago. She performs at a small cafe in town on Fridays around ten. Every Wednesday she asks me to go- I never show up, though."

"Why not?" Sam replied

"She's bad luck."

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"I dunno, Sam" Dean spoke, as he started the Impala "This doesn't really seem like our kind of job-"

"Yeah, your right" Sam spoke, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Psychics, Mysterious Killings. This is nothing like our kind of job."

"Right-" Dean spoke, considering stopping the car, but then kept driving. "You feel like telling my why you really want to do this. Does this have something to do with your Sixth Sense thingy-"

"Quit prying, Dean-"

"No, Sam.. I mean it."

"No, I mean it-" Sam stated, as he got out of the car, walking into a crappy old cafe that Aimee had described.

The thunder rolled as Sam walked inside, the guitar blaring, Lilly's voice filling the room.

"Life, its crazy how some things never work out,
But I'm hoping that this time goes right,
Cause I've tried so hard
to keep you hanging on this life,
But you always have to try and fight "

"Oh my god" Sam spoke. "I didn't know if it was real"

"I'm scared and I'm running, and I'm running out of time.
And all this time, always thought we were invinsible,

Time, it's gone so fast, all it took was one night back,
to crash it all into the ground,
Now two gone deep in a predictable last scene,
I never thought it'd be you and me
So what do we do?
I tell you I'm afraid just like you,
but by the time we're done thinking it's gone,
So don't waste your life,
just look at me and remember the time,
the time my angel came to stay
Take me away. "

"What!" Dean spoke. He didn't like the way his brother looked. As if he was terrified. "C'mon Sammy, talk to me..."

"I'm scared and I'm running, and I'm running out of time
And all this time, I always thought we were invinsible,
Now I'm scared that it's over, and will I have another time to live?

So that day, you drank away, all alone in some way,
all thats left is me to blame,
but I just want to wake up from this dream"

Lilly stepped down from the stage someone else stepping up.

"I had a dream last night."

"So?" Dean asked

"It was the same one I had."

"What!" Dean said, his face getting red. He wasn't the smartest cookie and this was pissing him off.

"It's comming for us." Lilly spoke

"Tonight" Sam finished

"Stop with the Hocus Pocus garbage" Dean said, flagging down the waiter. "I'm gonna need a beer." He saw the look of Sam's face. "Make it two-"