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Sorry guys it took me way too long to post this chapter and I apologize. The next chapters shouldn't take anywhere near as long, I'm hoping two weeks tops. Sorry again and enjoy! Please keep reviewing! I really appreciate it! 

Dean carefully maneuvered out of the Impala, expertly cradling three cups of steaming hot coffee and a brown paper bag full of greasy breakfast sandwiches. The morning had brought yet another day of bright sunny skies, and warm temperatures. As Dean fished around in his pocket for his keys, the wind carried off visible steam from the hot black liquid. He cursed to himself as he almost dropped one of the cups before finally sticking his key into the lock and letting himself in. As he shut the door behind him, he was careful to be very quiet, thinking Maggie and Sam would still be asleep. The room was so dark still, he had somewhat of a hard time finding the table, but when he did, he set down all the food. Then the bathroom door suddenly opened, brining light into the darkness. Sam stepped out, his hair damp from the shower.

"Hey, where did you go so early?" Sam asked, keeping his voice low so he wouldn't wake Maggie up.

"To get some breakfast." Dean replied, also in a hushed voice.

"That's a change…"Sam remarked. "Usually, I'm always the one up first."

"Yeah, well, you're not the best person to share a bed with." Dean said coolly. He then looked over to the bed where, Maggie was still sleeping peacefully. "She's still sleepin' huh?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to wake her up."

"We should let her sleep as long as possible, she's had a long couple of days." Dean remarked, taking a sandwich out of the brown paper bag and unwrapping it.

"You are so into her, Dean." Sam stated, staring right at Dean.

"Dude…" Dean protested with a mouthful of sandwich.

"You are..."

Dean sat there with a scowl on his face before taking a sip of coffee. He shook his head at his brother and sighed. "Whatever, Sam." In reality, Dean did like her a little, but what girl didn't he like? He knew something about Maggie was different though, but he wasn't about to get all invested in some girl only to hit the road and leave again.

Sam rolled his eyes before taking one of the coffees and taking a much needed sip. Both boys suddenly turned their heads towards the beds when they heard stirring. Maggie sat up slowly before yawning and stretching the sleep from her tiny figure before climbing out of bed and walking over to the table to sit with Sam and Dean.

"Morning, guys." She said softly, pausing to yawn.

"Morning." They responded in unison.

"I thought we could maybe head to the library today and check some records and stuff…" Sam stated, looking at Maggie, then glancing quickly at Dean. "Hopefully we'll be able to dig up more stuff than we did on the computer."

"Sounds like a good idea." Maggie nodded, taking one of the coffees from the cup carrier.

The three ate breakfast in mostly silence. Dean guessed Maggie was still a little rattled from the night before. He wanted to help her kill the thing that killed her dad because he knew exactly what she was going through.

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When they arrived at the town library, they split up, each taking a section of the info to go faster. Sam checked old newspaper obituaries, while Dean and Maggie took diving into the history books, dating back to the early 1800s. After a while, Maggie pulled away from the research and stretched in her seat, a sudden yawn taking over.

"Find anything?" She asked Dean.

"Nadda…" He replied with a frustrated sigh. Maggie frowned before sighing as well.

"Yeah, me either." She stated grimly. "I would have thought that we would have found something…anything, by now."

"Well, sometimes it gets like this. We'll just have to expand our search."

No later had Dean finished his sentence, did Sam come strolling over, newspaper in hand. When he reached the table Dean and Maggie were sitting at, Sam set the paper down and turned it around so the other two could see.

"Look what I found…" Sam started. "There was another death a few states away about two weeks ago, victim found just how your dad was, Maggie. The article says that it looked like a huge electrical surge because all the lights in the house exploded."

"Good work, Sam." Dean said, taking the article and skimming over it.

"Also, look at the name of the guy who died…" Sam added.

"Gary Sulters…." Dean read aloud. "Why does that name sound familiar?"

"Good, you think so too. Do you have dad's journal with you? Check and see if that name is in there…"

Dean sighed and took out the old brown leather journal and flipped it open, turning pages past the descriptive pictures and information until he reached the contacts. He skimmed the list before pausing at the name they were searching for. Gary Sulters. Dean looked up at his brother and frowned.

"Sam, he was a hunter…I remember now." Dean said, tapping his index finger on the name in the journal.

"I think this thing might be after hunters." Sam eventually said.

"That can't be." Maggie said suddenly, standing up from her chair. "I told you that my dad didn't hunt anymore…"

"I said maybe it was after hunters. We would have to do some more checking, but it's a definite possibility."

"And maybe even if your dad hasn't hunted recently…the demon still goes after old hunters, although I don't know why, but that would explain why it said it was coming back for you." Dean added.

Maggie sat back down in the wooden chair and slumped down in her seat, tears once again stinging the back of her eyes. Sam sat down at the table with Dean and Maggie before taking the journal and turning it around to look at it.

"I have something else I need to tell you guys." Maggie said suddenly, her brown eyes brimming with tears. She hastily wiped them away before sniffing slightly, looking away from Sam and Dean's gaze. "A few weeks ago, a friend of mine from my paranormal class in college came up to me and told me she thought she had this ghost in the house she had just bought and she didn't know how to get rid of it. I guess it was knocking things off shelves, making unsettling noises at night and it killed her cat..." Maggie then paused as if it were hard for her to continue with the sentence, the boys looking at her intently. "So she asked me if I knew how to kill a ghost…so, I uh…looked back into some old notebooks I had kept when I started my training and I found this old section about vanquishing ghosts. After that we did some research on the house and we found that there was this man who committed suicide in the house, so we found where he was buried and we salted and burned his body." She cried, covering her mouth with her hands. "She was so thankful, and I didn't say anything to anyone about it, afraid that it would get back to my dad, so she agreed to not say anything, and it's kind of been our secret up until now."

"Well that would explain why the demon came after you." Dean said softly. Maggie looked up at him and nodded slightly, though she couldn't really see him due to to blurred vision from the tears.

"But why would it have gone after your dad then?" Sam asked. "This other guy we knew, Gary Sulters…he was always hunting. So it doesn't make sense that it went after your dad, then after you…" Sam added. "Wouldn't the demon had gone after you first if you were the last one in the house to have killed something Supernatural?"

"But I already told you my dad didn't hunt anymore…" Maggie said in a low voice.

"Are you absolutely sure?" Dean asked, glancing over at Sam then once again back at Maggie. "Think about it, did he have the opportunity to go out and hunt? Was he away from home a lot?"

"Well, yeah, but he was a truck driver…He was always on the road."

"Do you have any proof that your dad drove trucks? Did you ever call the company and ask for him?"

"I don't need any proof, and my dad would never lie to me…" Maggie said sharply.

"Maggie, I know it's hard to believe, but maybe your dad hunted in his off time, and didn't want you getting hurt so he didn't call you." Sam said gently.

"Think about it…was there ever a room in the house that was maybe locked off? Somewhere where he might have stored weapons at?"

"I don't know…maybe…there was the one room at the top of the stairs, just the one room, and he always told me it was sealed off…"

"Well, we should probably go and check it out…just to be sure." Sam replied.

Maggie nodded slowly, an unbelieving look upon her features as she got up and followed Sam and Dean out to the Impala.

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Well what did you think? Please keep the reviews coming, this time it won't take me so long to update. Sorry again… after this story is complete I'm definitely planning a sequel which will be taking place right after the season finale, Devil's Trap. Thanks for the reviews so far!

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