The three prepared to head out. Dean was going to drive since he couldn't trust anyone else to even think about touching his baby. While Sam made sure all their weapons were clean and prepared as they had no idea what they were walking into. As they worked to get their stuff together, Carly tried to pitch in, but Bobby pulled her aside.

"Look, I judged you at first, but I see potential in you. As far as I have seen you aren't a monster like some of the others have been." Bobby said with a sigh. "Carly, I know you're new to all this, but please watch the boys' backs. You don't have the skill or experience they do, but they can go into situations without thinking. Please, be there for them."
"I will...I promise." Carly reassured

She began for the car when Bobby yelled after her. "Carly!"

"Yeah?" She asked, turning back to look at him

"Sam has lost a lot in the last few years. Treat him well...please." Bobby pleaded

She nodded in return. "You have my word."

Bobby smiled as she did. He ran into the house as his phone rang. The car was set and it was time to go. Dean got in the front as Sam sat down in the back with Carly. Sam asked Carly about what Bobby wanted, but she just gave a generic answer so he wouldn't know the truth.

They waved back toward the house as the trio got onto the road. A few hours into the trip, Dean stopped in front of this scary-looking building and told Carly and Sam to stay in the car. Carly was beginning to get worried when he was in there for nearly a half-hour, but Sam told her everything would be fine and he was right since two minutes later Dean came out in one piece.

He got into the car with a smile, turning back to look at Carly. "So, I got a few things made for you."

"What kind of things?" She asked

"Well, if you're going on this hunt with us. You need to have the proper props." Dean said, handing Carly a few items.

She took them in her hands and analyzed them. All of them were fake I.D.'s from Texas rangers to police to even the FBI. The names were horrible, each name made Carly slowly smile wider and wider.

Dean noticed this. "What's so funny?"

"Why did you pick such weird names?" Carly asked, holding up one of the I.D.s. "This one says my name is Francis Picklebottom. You couldn't have chosen a basic last name like Smith?"

Sam took the I.D. from Carly to get a closer look and when he saw the name he just laughed aloud.

Dean's brow furrowed in a joking way. "Shut up, it was the first thing that came to mind. Now we have to go get clothes and we'll be set."

"Clothes?" Carly questioned, looking toward Sam.

"You have the fake I.D., but you need a suit to match to make it more believable." Sam explained

Carly set the I.D.s beside her in the backseat and Dean pulled out of the parking lot to find the closest clothing store. This is when Carly realized she had one set of clothes to her name and she hadn't changed in a few days. So, using their scammed credit cards the boys bought her a suit and a few changes of clothing.

While they were looking, Dean had wandered into Victoria's Secret before he was thrown out for being a nuisance. The other two just laughed as a bodyguard twice Dean's size threw him onto the floor like a rag doll. He got up and acted like he was totally fine, but the look of pain in his eyes was obvious.

On their way out, Dean had goo goo eyes for this random jewelry clerk and somehow convinced her to give him her number. Sam just rolled his eyes as Carly looked on with awe. Carly quickly went into the bathroom and switched into her suit, freshening up just as the boys did the same. When they were dressed, they headed back to the car.

They still had a few hours until they would arrive, but at least now they wouldn't have to worry about getting dressed. Dean put in one of his many cassette tapes as Sam and Carly got to talking. They had a few hours anyway, so why not spend the time getting to know one another.

"So, what were your plans before all this crap went down?" Sam asked with genuine curiosity.

Carly sighed with a shrug. "I'd been going to college for writing, but my dad wouldn't pay for my tuition and scholarships just weren't enough. I had to drop out and work at a local cafe to gain any income."

"I'm so sorry." Sam apologized

"Don't be. I enjoyed college, but I always felt like I was meant to do more. That going to college and getting a 9 to 5 job just wasn't what I was cut out for. In the end, I think it was for the best." Carly replied, meeting Sam's gaze. "What about you? Did you go to college?"
"I did for a few years. I ran away from home since my father didn't want me to go, but I craved a normal life. I was going for law, allowing me to help people in another way, but then my girlfriend Jess died and I...just couldn't go back." Sam muttered, looking down at his feet.

"What happened to her? If you don't mind me asking..." Carly questioned

Sam clenched his fists slightly as his gaze turned toward Carly. "She died about a year ago in the manner our mothers were killed in. I had been gone with Dean on a hunt for our father and when I came back I found her...on the ceiling. I barely got her name out before the room lit aflame. I only escaped because Dean grabbed me."

Carly leaned forward, grasping Sam's hand in her own. That simple touch sent a spark through both of them. She made sure he met her gaze and she tried to smile.

"It wasn't your fault. Her death is not on you." Carly reassured, her smile widening. "I always do the same when it comes to loss. I always think I'm the reason, but in most cases, there was nothing I could've done. You just need to remember that."

Within the last part of the journey, Sam and Carly just went full q&a style. Learning each other's favorite shows, colors, shapes, and animals. Plus more about each of their backstories. The more the two learned about one another, the closer they felt.

Dean chipped in a few times so he wasn't left out, but he mostly just listened. He hadn't seen his brother this happy in a very long time. It was nice to hear that laugh when it wasn't faked at one of Dean's terrible jokes.

They arrived in Gering, Nebraska just a short while later. Just as they came into town, a swarm of police were standing near the local barbershop. Dean parked aways down the road and the three got out. Sam and Dean took the lead as Carly followed close behind. They were going with FBI and Carly prayed she could lie successfully since she was a terrible liar in general.

They approached the scene when the female sheriff noticed the three. She turned with crossed arms, not looking pleased. "May I help you?"

"Hi, we're from the FBI. I'm agent Rickler, this is my partner agent Samson, and our new girl...agent Penfeather." Dean announced

Sam and Dean held up their badges. Carly did so as well, except hers was upside down. Dean noticed this and helped her flip it to the right side.

The sheriff looked unconvinced. "These suits look like babies. They really recruit early, don't they? Well, except the blonde...he's got character behind those beautiful eyes and that firm butt..."

Carly tried to stop the laugh that came to the surface. Sam, Dean, and the sheriff looked toward Carly with confusion. She shook her head and awkwardly stopped laughing with a smile.

The sheriff ignored that weirdness and turned her attention back to the boys. "I'm surprised your bosses would send you all the way out here."

"Well, we had a few men to spare and our boss is always intrigued by the weird ones." Sam said, motioning to the window. "Can you tell us what happened here?"

In front of them was a shattered window, a man lying on the sidewalk. There was a deep slash across his neck as dried blood pooled around him. It was gruesome.

"I honestly have no idea how to explain it as it's just as strange as the other four this week. All these people were attacked, but nothing came up on the camera. It's as if they are being flung around by something invisible." She exclaimed with a shrug.

"Can we see these tapes?" Dean asked

"Sure, be my guest. Maybe you can figure out what the hell is going on." She agreed

She and Dean took the lead as Sam stepped back to be in pace with Carly. "What was that?"

"Oh, nothing, just that the cop thinks Dean has beautiful eyes and that he has a firm...behind." I muttered, stifling another laugh.

"She seriously thought that?" Sam asked, laughing just the same.

"Oh yeah, she most certainly did."

The sheriff maneuvered through the cops and into the barbershop as Sam, Dean, and Carly followed close behind. The closer Carly got to the shop the louder the other voices got. When she was near only a few she could manage to ignore or zone in on one, but when there were too many voices it was overwhelming.

The cop looking at the body was thinking about what he would have for lunch, the one setting up the crime scene tape considered telling his wife he was cheating, and another was singing the same pop song over and over again in his head. As they walked, Carly looked back at the car, realizing she left the concoction in the backseat. She could go back to get it, but she didn't want to cause any unnecessary worry.

The group went into the barbershop. In the back was a small room for the security cameras. The sheriff nodded to the man at the desk as he rewound the tape to last night. The group leaned in close as he pushed play.

The barber was sweeping up when the lights flickered. He looked around bewildered before the front door opened. He looked toward the door and there was recognition on his face as he began yelling at whatever he saw standing there. This is when things got weird.

The man flew back against the wall, leaving a crack in the paint. Then it was as if he was fighting an invisible person. He would punch, kick, and dodge just as whatever he was fighting did the same. Near the end, he was thrown back onto the floor as a shaving blade vanished from the counter.

The man was picked up by the collar of his shirt as his neck was sliced from ear to ear. Carly cringed as he began choking on his own blood. The invisible thing threw him back into the front window of the barbershop as the glass shattered and the barber fell onto the sidewalk outside. Seconds later, the door opened and closed.

Yet, while Carly was watching she noticed something. When the blood began flowing from the man's neck, it landed on the floor and a foot appeared under the blood. Like lemon juice on invisible ink.

The man pushed pause as the sheriff turned back toward the group. "You see what I mean?"

"Were any of the victims connected?" Dean asked

"No, they all had different professions, ages, and genders. I mean this is a small town so everyone knows everyone." The sheriff explained

"Bastard deserved it."

Carly's head turned to look behind her as she found a man standing on the outside of the crime scene tape. He was looking down at the body with a vicious look in his eyes, but there was pride there as well. She told Sam she was going to go to the car for her drink and he agreed, buying the lie.

She made her way onto the sidewalk as the man turned and began walking down the sidewalk away from the scene. What she was about to do was stupid, but she had never been the brightest bulb. Carly tried to discreetly follow him down the sidewalk until he turned down an alleyway. Going down those never ended well, but Carly followed suit. Yet, when she arrived...no one was there.

She spun around confused at his sudden disappearance when she felt a hand around her throat just as she was slammed into the bricking siding. Then before her very eyes, the man appeared before her as if he was copy and pasted there.

"She's probably just confused or into me. Grabbing her like this was not my smartest move. I mean she saw me come out of being invisible, she's seen too much." He thought

"Oh, I can tell you right now I'm not into you." I pointed out

His gaze met mine with surprise. "How did you…?"

"I can read minds. I have powers…as you do." I admitted, grabbing at his hand.

He looked me up and down with intrigue. I could tell he had never met another with gifts like himself, which I understood full heartedly because I had been the same way. His intrigue turned back into anger.

"So, you have powers….but that doesn't explain why you're following me?" He asked, squeezing my throat just a little harder.

"Because I know you killed that barber and the others. I can sense it within your thoughts." I said, meeting his gaze. "Why are you killing them?"

We both heard a ruckus of footsteps and I could tell by their voices Sam and Dean were coming to look for me. The man smiled at the rescue team on their way before looking back toward me.

"Well, I guess you're going to just have to figure that out yourself." He muttered

Then his grip left my throat as he vanished from sight. My feet hit the ground just as Sam and Dean got to the edge of the alleyway. I watched as a few trash cans tipped over on the other end as the man ran off.

"Why the hell did you wander so far from the crime scene? You scared the crap out of us." Sam admitted, worry in his gaze.

Carly smiled at the worry but explained nonetheless. "I heard the killer's thoughts while we were in the barbershop. I followed him into this alley. He has the power to go completely invisible as the tapes showed."

"Why would you go after him alone? What if he hurt you?" Dean asked with crossed arms.

"I know it was idiotic, but I got a good look at him. So, if it comes down to finding out who did this, I will be able to pick him out. Besides, I had a feeling he wouldn't hurt me." Carly admitted

"But how could you be sure?" Sam asked

Her gaze went back to the end of the alley. "Because these crimes weren't random. This was personal."