Sarah was driving and the boys were looking around. The town was large and old yet not too different from large cities back home. The drug was wearing off of Dean and he had given Sam a look that said he knew what he had done. But he wasn't angry at him.

"Well boys, are you hungry? We can stop and get you something."

"Yeah, I am actually. I didn't eat the food on the plane. I remember reading something about what some attendants did to the food. Cigarettes, spit, and other nasty things in it. The peanuts weren't too good either, no taste at all.

"Is there a burger joint around here?" asked Dean as he looked around. His aunt smiled over at him, as he had the shotgun seat, and Sam sat craning his neck out the window.

"Yes, but I thought you might like to try something a little Gaelic."

"Don't mind him, Aunt Sarah, he is always wanting burgers. I want something local. Just nothing nasty, like kidneys, or raw fish."

"Okay, I know a little place that I think you will enjoy. She made a right turn and went down another street, and Dean was smiling, he had seen a pretty girl. Sam had seen a library and museum that he wanted to visit.

Sarah parked the car, and everyone got out. Dean almost got run over by not looking for cars coming from behind him. Sam pulled him out of the way. They went into the small restaurant called Annies. Sarah led them over to a table against one wall, and they took their seats.

A pretty brown haired, brown eyed girl came over to their table. Sam was looking around at the other diners and at the furnishings. She smiled at them, and handed them the menus.

"Good afternoon, ma'am, gents. What canna get fer ye?"

"start us with some Partan Bree, and then the beef in Claret, with potatoes, and vegetables. Beer for the lads and a ginger for me." The girl smiled at the boys and then turned away.

"What did you order for us, Aunt Sarah?"

"Crab soup and Beef cooked in a wine. I think you will enjoy them both. Perhaps you would like some deserts?"

"We will leave it up to you." Replied Sam. He saw Dean watching the girl move around the room, his aunt smiled at him. She was going to have her hands full with these two boys.

"So tell me has things changed much back home?"

"No, still the same. Except Dad is missing." Dean had said nothing, letting Sam tell her about that. Seems he had been keeping in touch now and then with her. He wondered how much she knew.

"Where is he?"

"We don't know, he doesn't contact us. Just disappeared one day. While I was at college, and Dean was on a case." He glanced at his brother who nodded.

Their aunt looked at them, she was studying them. Should she tell them a secret long hidden? One that affected them. She didn't know yet, she would wait for now. "It is good to have you here, and I hope you will stay and have a vacation after it is over. Maybe meet some relatives, come to one of the clan meetings, get you the clan tartans to wear.

"Hey, I ain't wearing no skirt," came Dean deep reply, as Sam laughed, as he pictured his brother standing on the moors wearing one. If he could just get his picture in one. Dean looked at his brother, and cuffed him upside the head. "Idiot."

"Hey I don't mind wearing one. Ladies probably think I look good."

"Yeah showing those knees, and I hear they don't wear anything under it."

Sam turned pink and turned to his aunt. "Is that so, Aunt Sarah?"

She laughed, as she reached over and placed her hands over the boys, where they lay on the table. "Yes, it is true. Most are careful when it is windy. Built in air conditioning." Dean just smirked at his brother.

"Yeah you go right ahead and wear one, show your bits and pieces for all to see." He saw the girl coming with their food, and smiled his famous smile at her. Seeing her eyes dance as they gazed into his.

"Canna I get anythin more fur ye?"

"No thank you dear. Maybe desert later." As she walked away Dean picked up his beer and took a long drink. He glanced down at his bowl, and his plate. He wasn't much on foreign foods, and wondered if it tasted good, or he would starve this whole trip. He picked up his fork.

000000000000

They were driving in the country side, the rolling hills, the heather that was colorful and the rolling clouds over head. He could see water off to the right, a lock he believed his aunt had said it was called.

"Aunt Sarah, can we stop there for a little while? I have heard so much about it, and whats in it. I really want to stop and see." Sam and Dean exchanged looks, and Sarah thought they were like two small boys in front of a candy store window.

"Okay, but I doubt you will see anything. I mean I have never seen anything in it. But I guess everyone who comes has to see it at least once. But don't blame me if you get eatten."

Sam laughed at his aunt, "alright, we'll just call you from our cellphones from inside." As soon as his aunt pulled the car off the main road, and down the small road, he was excited. He had his camera out, and he knew Dean was excited also.

When the car pulled to a stop, both jumped out. They ran down the hill, and towards the water. They stopped looking out over the lock, with hills on the far side, trees lining the shores. The water was still, a load boat in the distance fishing. Dean walked up the edge.

"Hey Nessie, Dean and Sam came a long way to see you. Come out!" He yelled. Sam walked up, and pulled the cover off his camera. He looked over the water. Seeing the sun reflected off the water, almost blinded him. "Come on Nessie! We just want to see you. Now come on and let old Dean take a look at ya. Pretty girl like you, don't' be afraid."

"Dean that isn't going to work, she is not a human female. Your wiles wont work on her. Their aunt was sitting on a rock several yards away, laughing at them. That Dean, thinking he was going to get Nessie up with those words, and a smile.

The water began to bubble up in the middle, a dark shape could be seen. "Come on over, Nessie, don't be shy!" yelled Dean again. Sam had his camera ready, and gave Dean a strange look. The trail from the dark shape headed for shore where they were. Sarah stood up, her hand to her mouth. She couldn't believe it, but it was happening.

Out of the water a head burst forth, water spraying the boys. A bigger body stood up, part of its back was out of the water and a long graceful neck, with a smaller shovel shaped head turned to them. It's eyes dark and it opened it's mouth, showing small teeth, and let out a sound much like a mew.

"That's it girl, you are a beauty. Why do you hide it? Come here." He coaxed the monster towards him, as he held out his hand. Sam grabbed his wrist and pulled it down.

"Are you nuts, she will eat it." He hissed at his brother, who just smiled at him.

"Don't scare her." He turned back to Nessie. "Don't mind him, he's okay. Come here," and held out his hand again. Nessie lowered her head, coming closer, and she brought her head close to Deans, looking him in the eye, then turned and did the same to Sam. Then she turned back to Dean, and sniffed his hand. Dean lifted it and rubbed her nose. "I'd like to take you home with me, girl." Said Dean softly. Sam took pictures, ones he had no intention of sharing with the world.

She mewed again, and Dean smiled again.."You be careful girl, and I will see you again before we leave." She turned and dove back under the water. Their aunt came over, her legs shaky.

"I thought she was going to eat you." Sam smiled at her, and put his arm around her shoulders.

"Nah, she wasn't out to harm us. I could feel it, she was just curious who called her. She felt us."

"Well boys lets get back on the road, we still need to get home." They turned and went back to the car.