AN: Thanks for the review you guys, here is another chapter for you to enjoy.

Chapter 12: Finally Meeting

It was the next day and it was the day to get down to business. The Winchester boys were preparing to head out into the woods, while Chloe was figuring out what was her next move was going to be. She felt anxious for what she might be dealing with. Were they actually like what the news clipping preceived them to be, well how their father was preceived? Where is their father? Are they looking for him? Maybe they know that he actually killed their mother and is keeping him hinded from the world, only to protect him.

'Whoa, one question at a time Chole, get the information then ask questions,' Chole thought to herself.

Dean was looking through his dad's journal while Sam put on another t-shirt to keep warm; it was, in fact, 62 degrees and windy out.

Dean closed the book and stood up.

"There's nothing in dad's journal that mentioned people disappearing. So it looks like we're on our on, on this one," Dean said putting on his jacket.

Sam nod and they were on their way to the car. Dean check the trunk make sure everything they needed was there and that they had enough rock salt and silver bullets just in case it was a ghost or a shapeshifter. Once that was done he went to the front and got in the driver'seat and started the car. The Impala again made it's nice purring sound and then it gently pulled out of the motel's parking lot.

Room number 30 door opened and out walked Chloe. She looked around to see if anyone was looking then steadily walked over towards the door of room number 28. She took out a paper clip and started toying with the lock. Once it clicked, the door slowly cracked open.

A smile appeared on Chloe's face. Looking around again to make sure no one was looking, she step in. The room felt warm and cozy. Closing the door behind her, she made her way deeper into the room. All the lights were off and the curtains were closes which made it seem like the room was much darker. Chloe walked over to the small table inbetween the two beds and cut on the lamp. With the light on, she could see the state the boys lived in. Clothes stuffed in their bags, store bought foods in the trash can and some on the floor next to it, bed sheets ruffled up, and newspapers and internet's articles laid out on the table. Chloe walked to the table and looked around. All the newspaper and internet articles were on the seven people who went missing for the last two months and on demons and other supicious creatures. They must think these people are being taken by some creature, Chloe thought. Chloe frowned when she noticed a brown rectangle shape box under a pile of papers. Moving the papers from over it, she noticed it was a book. An over stuffed book. Debating on whether to open it she examine the book a little more. It looked as if it was stuffed with newsclipping and over uses of paper clips. Decided to open it, Chloe look there it. Flipping through the pages, she noticed that the dates started in 83. It must be their father's journal, Chloe thought to herself as she pull up a chair next to the table. Just as she predicted, newsclipping were all in it and little drawings (must be the father's drawings). Reading some of the words, the book talked about ghosts and other supernatural creatures that the father wrote about. Reading further, she noticed that the father said that he been hunting these things to stop them from killing innocence people. He talk vaguely about his wife and his sons. It seems like his ambition for finding who killed his wife is now turning into an obession with killing anything evil. Chloe put the book down and sighed. Why didn't John bring his sons with him on the hunt for the thing that killed his wife? Why did he leave his journal with his sons? And why the obessions with supernatural beings? Chloe had to get more answers. And the only way for her to get some answers are from Sam and Dean.

Another sigh exscaped her lips. How am I going to talk to them, Chloe thought some more. I can't just go up to them and say, 'Hi, you don't know me, but I want to interview you and would like to hear your sides of the story', no I can't do that. For all I know, they could be as half crazy as their father. But I won't know if I just don't try. I just have to find them first. Chloe looked around the room for some kind of sign to tell her where they went to. She started to look through the papers again.

Dean pulled up to the the Parker's house and turn off the car. It looked like no one was home and that was a good thing. Not having no one around would make their job a whole lot easier.

Getting out the car Dean went to the trunk again. He pulled out a pistal and stuffed it in the back of his pants. Sam walked up next to him and Dean handed him a gun as well. He grabbed the duffle bag in the back, which was filled with a container of gasoline, salt and matches. He then threw the duffle bag on the ground. He put more items in it just in case. Sam gradually looked around for any on- suspecting lookers while Dean finish stuffing the bag. Once he was done, they walked around the house to the back where they saw the sidewalk size path in the woods. They gave each other ready looks and begin to walk down the path.

It was a nice breeze blowing through the trees making other noises muffled. Sam and Dean tighten their grip as they walk further into the woods. They carefully look around for any sign of supernatural things.

"So, got any ideas on what we're dealing with," Sam asked his brother.

"No clue, but my guess would be something that could vanish. The police couldn't find any sign of a struggle or someone being dragged. Maybe this thing takes it's victims by transporting them to his lair or some sort."

"A ghost, prehaps."

"I don't think so. Ghost can only posses, scare, haunt, move objects, but never transport a human body. It's something else."

A crack of a twig draw the boys attention and they turn around to see what it was. A deer popped out from behind a tree and stared at them before going on it's way. They turned back to the front and continue their walk.

"And you didn't see anything in dad's journal similar to this."

"No."

"Then that means we're dealing with something new."

"We don't know that yet. For all we know it could be your everyday wood monster. Let's just keep looking until we find something."

Sam nodded and walked a little ahead of his brother. Twenty minutes had passed and still no sigh of anything. Only more woods and covered path. Eventually a house here and there but nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe they missed something or it couldn't be seen, but something isn't right. They decided to call it quits and head back here tomorrow, but not until they head for the library to check out the local history of the town. As they begin to walk back, another crack of a branch was heard. Figuring it must be another deer, they brushed it off and continued walking. But then another branch snapped and this time they weren't taking any chances. Sam drew his gun up once Dean pulled the gun from out of his pants and held it in front of him. They look around to see if someone was there but nothing. As Sam search the area he was looking at, he noticed a sneaker from behind a tree. It moved back in hiding and Sam let out a sigh. He turned to face his brother, who was still surveying the area and smiled. He tapped his brother on the arm and Dean looked at him. Sam tilt his head toward the tree and Dean looked. Nodding in understanding, Dean moved slowly and quietly toward it.

"I think we should head back to the car," Sam said putting the gun in the back of his pants and opening the duffle bag that Dean left on the ground, while he makes his way toward the tree. "I don't think there's anything here."

Pulling out the rifle in the bag, Sam held it up toward the tree as Dean drew near. With only a couple more feet left Dean quickly jump around the tree and point his gun at whoever the person was. A loud scream was heard from behind the tree from Sam point of view, and then someone felled to the ground. She landed on her back and tried crawling away from the guns pointed at her. She was wearing a brown wrap-around jacket over a red shirt and blue jeans. Her blonde bans fell over her eyes covering the green color of them as she crawl backward some more. Sam lowered his gun and ran up to her.

"Please, please don't shoot me," she said lifting up her hands in defense.

"We're not going to shoot you," Sam said helping the young woman up and glance at his brother, who was looking stuned by the ordeal. "We're detectives. We thought you were someone else."

"Like what, a psycho serial killer," she said dusting herself off.

"Mind me asking, but what the hell are you doing walking in the woods, it's not safe for you out here," Dean finally said.

"I was looking for you. Well you two actually."

Sam look towards Dean and frowned. Dean lifted his brows and shook his head. The young woman smiled and looked at both the two brothers.

"Chloe Sullivan," she said holding out her hand.

tbc...

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