Okies, so here's the next chapter, hope you all like it…

Disclaimer: Yet again, I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters, I only own Maggie…but not the song Maggie May by Rod Stewart.

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The windows were cracked open, sending warm early spring air circulating through the car. Dean sat in the driver's seat of his black 67' Impala as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel to an ACDC song. His dirty blonde hair was spiked up as usual, and his strong hazel eyes were shaded by a pair of black sunglasses. Sam sat next to him in the passenger side, staring absently out at the road that was stretched out before them.

"Hey, can I drive?" Sam asked suddenly, turning to Dean.

"Nope." Dean returned quickly, not taking his eyes off the road.

"Why not? You've been driving for two days straight." Sam argued, folding his arms against his chest, still staring at Dean with his dark brown eyes. "Aren't you getting tired?"

"Nope."

"Well at least change the tape then." Sam sighed, his hand slowly traveling to the car stereo to the eject button, but just before he was able to hit it, Dean smacked his hand away.

"Hey, you touch that radio, and I'll kick your ass." He threatened. "My car, my rules, Sammy. You don't like it…walk to our next job."

"Don't call me, Sammy." Sam snapped, rolling his eyes. "Where are we going anyway?"

"Jackson, Mississippi." Dean replied, turning down the volume slightly, so his voice was easily audible over the music. "Girl named Maggie Preston needs our help."

"What's the story with this one?"

"From what she told me, it sounds like some demon or poltergeist. It used some kind of electric current to kill her father."

"Sounds like a poltergeist to me." Sam stated, ruffling up his shaggy brown hair.

"Yeah, me too… but she said there hadn't been paranormal activity around the house since the day they moved in, that's not usually how it is with a poltergeist."

"Well sometimes spirits can awaken from some kind of recent disturbance."

Dean nodded, glancing over at his younger brother before looking back to the road. Even though the two brothers had seen a lot during their time together, Dean was slightly baffled by this one. Something wasn't quite fitting. Maggie's story had been strange and she had acted weird on the phone. Then again, he reminded himself that he didn't have all the facts of the case to make a judgment on whether or not it was any easy or difficult gig.

"We'll just have to wait until we get there to see what's going on." Dean stated before turning the music on the stereo back up. Sam rolled his eyes and looked over to Dean again.

"We really need to put a CD player in here."

"Over my dead body…this car stays exactly the way it is." Dean said abruptly, narrowing his eyes and death glared his little brother, and even though Dean still wore his sunglasses, Sam got the picture and looked back out the window, away from his Dean's stare.

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Four hours later, the boys pulled up in front of the small house which was surrounded by thick brush and a river ran parallel to it. Dean was the first out of the car, and before starting to the door, he stretched out his stiff back muscles letting out a groan.

"We should've stopped back at that dinner at the last town." He said, pausing to yawn. "I'm starving."

"We can grab some food later." Sam replied, pulling on hoodie before joining Dean as they made their way up the small set of stairs to the front door. They knocked a few times before footsteps were heard and a young woman opened the door. Right away, Dean noticed the bags under her brown bloodshot eyes. She looked like she had, had a rough couple of days.

"Hi, you guys must be Sam and Dean. I'm Maggie." She said softly, shaking each of their hands. "Come on in." She opened the door fully and stepped aside, allowing the them to come in. They all then settled on the two couches in the small living room.

"I'd offer you guys coffee, or something to drink, but I still don't have any electricity." She sighed, sitting down in a plush chair across from the couch. Dean glanced around the room, it looked like a tornado had been unleashed. Shards of glass were still all over the place, and there were slight burn marks around lamps and lights on the wall from when all the light bulbs had exploded.

"That's okay." Sam said gently.

"Thanks for getting here so fast. I don't think I could've handled this on my own." She spoke, before clearing her throat. "It's been years since I've seen any kind of thing like that…"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I used to hunt." She responded slowly, as if it was slightly painful remembering back. She bit her bottom lip, as her eyes welled up with tears, threatening to spill over from her sad chocolate eyes. She quickly gained her composure though, before sighing.

"Used to?" Sam added.

"Yeah, both of my parents were hunters. In fact, that was how they met. When I was little, they started teaching me to hunt…" She stated shakily. "But when my mom died, my dad gave up hunting and made me quit my training."

"He just gave up on it like that?" Dean asked. For some reason, that didn't make a lot of sense to him. When his and Sam's mother had been killed, John had started hunting, and he still hadn't given up looking for the thing that killed their mom. It was hard for Dean to believe that Maggie's dad would just give up hunting from that point on.

"Yeah." Maggie said calmly. "He did it to keep us safe. He didn't want to see me get hurt."

Sam and Dean both exchanged glances and nodded. "Do you mind if we take a look around?" Sam asked.

"Sure, I'll show you where it all happened." Maggie replied, getting out of her chair before starting down the hallway with the boys following close behind. Yellow police tape had been placed in front of the door and like the lamps and lights in the front living room, there were black scorch marks on the walls. Sam and Dean stepped under the tape and into the room, surveying the damage and trying to get a better idea of what had happened there only two nights ago.

"Hey, look at this…" Sam said suddenly, walking over to the corner of the room where the thing had been standing that night. There was a black circle on the wooden floor, and as it reached outside the inner circle lightning bolt marks where blackened into the floorboards. Dean walked over and knelt down next to Sam before examining the marks for himself.

"I've never seen marks like these before." He said, shaking his head.

"Maybe we're not dealing with a poltergeist after all." Sam replied, looking over at Dean. "It could be an upper level demon of some kind."

"That's how it's looking, Sammy Boy."

"Enough with the Sammy already…" Sam grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his older brother.

Dean only ignored Sam though before standing back up and looking to the doorway, where Maggie stood, tears slowly streaming down her face. As he walked over, she made an attempt to wipe them away to try and hide the overwhelming pain she was feeling. She sniffled as he walked over before wiping away the last of her tears on the sleeve of her long sleeved green shirt.

"Sam and I were going to grab a bite to eat at the dinner back in town, why don't you come with us…" Dean suggested.

"I wouldn't want to intrude." She replied quietly.

"Eh, we don't mind. We could use the company…what do you say?"

She nodded lightly and sniffled again, blotting at her eyes which were welling with more tears.

"Alright, let's go." Dean said, looking back to Sam who was walking out of the den. With that, they all headed out to the Impala and piled in, heading for the local dinner for some much needed chow.

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