Dean had informed us, just before he got into the shower, not to pack any more than one bag. We were going to be traveling in his car because it got better gas mileage and it loved it more than anything. Sam was busy packing his own bag while I went upstairs to get my stuff together. Dean had also mentioned not to get anymore than what we needed, and not to take any unnecessary items.

I grabbed a black duffel bag from out of Abby and I'll closet and tossed in onto my bed. This was it. After four long years or hard work I was throwing it all away. I didn't need to ask myself the 'for what' scenario, I already knew the answer to that.

The bag was soon full of a few pairs of jeans, multiple T-shirts, underwear and a sweatshirt. I also grabbed my lap top and all the books I owned on the paranormal. I stuffed my cell phone and computer adaptor into the side pocket and then packed my toothbrush, tooth paste, and other toiletry items.

After placing my bag near the door I grabbed a pen and paper off the table and left Abby a quick note.

Abby,

I'm sorry that I had to leave, Sam and I have to do something that can't wait any longer. I can't explain now, but I promise someday I will. I've taken what I needed but I need you to store the rest of my stuff until I return which I'm not sure when it will be. Good luck with graduation and staying with Johnson.

Nicole

I sighed and wished that I could tell her exactly what it was that we were doing. I had known her since high school and hated keeping things from her, especially something as important as this.

I guessed that Dean told us not to be specific in telling anyone what we were really doing from personal experience. It was true though, that if we told people we're basically going ghost hunting that they would probably think that we are crazy.

I took one last look around the room, trying to implant in my memory every detail that surrounded me. My mess of a desk, right next to my friends organized one. The small living area, with a few coffee mug stains on the table from lack of coasters. The dusty TV that I forgot to wipe off yesterday along with the stereo system that was lowly playing Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge on track 5.

I was having second thoughts as my eyes rested on a picture in a purple sequined frame of Abby and I at Kings dominion two years ago. Was this really going to be worth giving up all that I had been working for. Studying to become a journalist, hoping to one day move to New York and publish a book after getting a colonist job for a few years. Sam and I had it all planned out. No where had there ever been marriage or any kind of talk other than living together, but that was better than nothing.

I promised myself right as I shut the door behind me, making sure that it was locked, to come back in three months no matter where I was. I was defiantly going to keep this promise unlike the others that I had forgotten about or chose to ignore.

Back down in Sams room he was still standing next to his dresser, just staring at what seemed to be air. I set my bag down on the counter and walked over to him, placing a hand on his forearm causing him to jump a little at my sudden presence.

"You all ready?" He asked and I nodded.

"You sure about this?" I asked as he seemed to regain his composure and grabbed a few more shirts, stuffing them into his own duffel bag.

"I haven't seen let alone talked to my brother in three years, and under the circumstances I'm not sure about anything. I want to believe that we're going to work past this, but I just don't know anymore Nicole." He zipped up his bag and sat down next to it, pulling me to sit on his lap. "I'm just thankful that you're giving up your dream to come with me."

"You know that I'd do anything for you." He rubbed the side of my face in his hand and smiled.

"I know. But I promise you that one day we'll have what we talked about."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Now you're sure that Dean isn't going to be mad about me tagging along?"

"He's not going to care. You're like family to him, he's known you since you were born and it's not like you're a stranger."

"I just don't want to cause anymore trouble then what's already going on between you two."

"Trust me, I highly doubt any problems are going to be coming from you."

"Oh really? Are you implying that I'm an angel."

"Hardly." He smirked, taking my lips in his own, slowly, softly kissing me as he was pulling me closer with one hand around my neck and the other on the side of my waste. Just as I was placing my hands on his chest and in his hair, there was a loud throat clearing noise from the doorway.

We broke apart and I blushed slightly, standing up off of Sam while Dean was staring.

"That's the one rule I have. . . None of that face sucking crap around me." And he left the room. "Let's get going before it gets dark."

He was already out of the door by the time that Sam and I had our bags in our hands and started walking out after him.

He shut and locked the door behind him, as we turned our backs and walked out of the world that we had known as home for the past four years, throwing away everything that we had worked for, hoping to gain something more in the process, but with each step hope growing faint.

Dean already had the trunk open and once we got there, carelessly threw the bags in on top of his own. I decided against my better judgment to not include myself in whatever conversations were going to take place during the first bit of the trip, and decided to climb into the back. I pulled the seat back just as Sam walked around and he gave me a strange look.

"I'm kinda tired and just wanna sleep for a while. You and your brother should talk a little."

"Are you sure? I can come back there with you and sit if you want."

"No, I'll be ok."

"Well here, use this as a pillow." He handed me his sweatshirt that had been balled up in his hands and took his seat in the passenger side just as Dean climbed into the car.

"So, where are we off too?" Asked Sam as Dean backed around the car.

"Midlothian, Texas. There was an incident at the old Police Station where one of the officers that was checking out a breaking and entry killed his partner before shoving the barrel of the gun down his own throat."

"And that has to do with dad how?"

I shut my eyes, pretending my best to be asleep while they talked.

"Dad was into all this stuff right? Well we're picking up where he left off, and on the way looking for a trail or a clue, or something, that might give us some faint idea about what happened to him. Here, open the journal, there was an article on the old Station House about how a lot of the prisoners committed suicide before they were ever convicted or attended court. It's a good possibility that a few of those spirits are still hanging around there, and it's our job to find out."

"And if they are?"

"Then we get rid of them."

"I hope that you know what you're dragging us into."

"You worry too much little brother. I did this with dad for almost four years, now I know that I don't know everything he did, but it's enough to start hunting on our own. Besides, you must remember some stuff from stories and things that he told us when we were younger."

"Yeah, all those freaky stories that he would read to us at bedtime, who wouldn't remember them?"

And it went on like that for another half hour, before pretending actually became reality and I fell into a deep sleep, moving slightly with the motions of the car.

I was five years old, Mrs. Winchester had been missing for almost six years now and the police had finally declared her dead. Though there was no evidence, no proof and no body, it was the only thing that they could do after John Winchester did everything he could to exercise the house and try to find her spirit.

But to no avail we were now at the small town graveyard, burrying an empty casket. My parents had come of course, we were all good friends with our neighbors. John stood right behind the preacher, alone, he said that he didn't want his sons to have to be any closer to what should be their mother than they had too. Dean was nine, and showing no signs of pain, not that anyone could see anyways. He stood on the other side of my dad, behind his brother, and just stared at the closed casket. I was standing next to Sam, my hair French braided down my back, and dressed in a small black dress and gloves. Each of the boys were in their Sunday best with a black button up shirt. Their father of course had no hand in helping them prepare for what was happening. It was mostly my mother, who had almost taken them in like a second set of kids.

Sams head was bent low, honestly he was my favorite of the two brothers, and seemed less bothered that he was sometimes seen in the presence of a girl. A few tears were slightly falling down his face. I could see that even though his head was almost to his chest and his eyes covered by his thick brown hair, only because he was a whole head taller than me already and it wasn't that hard to miss.

I didn't know what to do at the service in front of all these people. That had been the first funeral that I had gone to in my entire life, and it was something that was remembered in every living moment for a long time.

After the empty box was laid into the ground the boys father wanted some alone time with what was supposed to be his wife, so Sam and Dean came back with me and my parents for lunch. Upon arrival at my house Sam and I just went to my room and sat, not saying anything, not really doing anything. He was still crying, and honestly I didn't expect any less from a boy who's mother was now presumed to be dead. But now I had some what of an idea about what to do. Slowly I stood from my spot on the floor and wrapped my arms around my tall friend. I guess it was easier on him to know that someone was there.

"Thanks Nicole." He sniffed, whipping away the tears on his face.

"What are friends for?" I smiled at him, it was forced but still had the same effect that I wanted it to have.

Life from that moment on would never be the same for our two families. It changed the brothers lives and once close friends slowly started drifting apart into their own little worlds.

"Nicole, baby, wake up." I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me awake. I opened my eyes only to see a concerned boyfriend staring back at me. "Are you ok? You were talking in your sleep again."

"Was I?" I mumbled, sitting up in the back seat and rubbing my tired eyes.

"Yeah, what were you dreaming about?"

"Nothing, I can't remember." I lied, things were going as well as could be expected and I wasn't about to ruin that.

"You sure."

"Yeah, it was probably just something stupid. I swear I'm fine Sam." I added as he was giving me that look, trying to see if I was lying or not.

I looked pass him, to the outdoors. It was already dark and the car clock read 10pm. As far as I could see within distance of the headlights, there was nothing but corn fields.

"Hey Dead, where are we?" I asked, stretching my arms and relaxing back in the seat.

"About 25 miles past Frankfort Kentucky. There's a motel just down the road that we're staying at tonight." I knew that he was the only one that drove this car, and letting either Sam or I drive it while he slept was out of the question.

"We have enough money to stay there?" Asked Sam, turning back around in his seat.

"We have enough." He said as a small half lighted motel pulled into our range of view.

It wasn't the fanciest of places, it was one of those creepy looking places that you saw in old movies where the runaway always went right before they got killed. Oh yeah, that thought really helped me to fell better about this.

Dean parked the car and left to get a room while Sam and I climbed out of the car to stretch and get the bags. He returned in less than five minutes twirling the key around his finger and grabbed his own bag before locking his car.

"Room number 309." He said, leading the way up the outside steps until we came to a small two bed room.

The beds were full size, and it was pure instinct that Sam and I were sharing. And well I was right, Dean immediately sprawled out on one of the beds while Sam placed his bag on the floor and laid down on the other. I didn't bother changing, just pulled off my long sleeved shirt, leaving me in my wife beater and jeans. I kicked off my shoes and crawled in next to him.