Bobbi had called us with a case out in Pensacola. There was an old kindly hunter up there named Dennis that she told us was going to fill us in once we arrived. It had something to do with a fresh batch of skinwalkers, but she wasn't quite sure of all the details. We promised her we'd be okay and headed off in the impala. It was a six hour drive but Dee has a thing about planes so of course there was no other option. By the time we pulled up at Dennis' house my legs were screaming with cramps and my butt was numb from sitting so long.

I hoisted myself out of the car and stretched a little, then followed my sister to the door.

A red faced man with a soul patch greeted us merrily when we rang the doorbell. "Well you must be the Winchester girls," he marveled, "My my, too pretty for two hunters, that's all I've got to say."

Deanna gave him a big sunny smile and shook his hand firmly, "I'm Deanna and this is my sister Sam."

I extended a hand forward and smiled.

"Nice to finally meet you Sam," he said shaking my hand warmly.

Dee elbowed me in the side sharply, but it was too late, I was already opening my mouth. "Samantha, if you don't mind. She's the only one who gets away with Sam."

Dennis nodded in agreement though I could tell he didn't really understand my request.

I could feel Dee grimacing beside me, but there was no way I was going to let him call me that. It was bad enough Dee did it, I always felt like a middle school boy when she did. But I tolerated it from her and her only.

If we hadn't been meeting a nice gentlemen I would have called her Dean just to piss her off, but I kept my mouth shut, saving it for later. She doesn't like to be reminded that mom and dad named her after our grandfather because she doesn't like the name Deanna as it is, and it doesn't make it any better knowing it was originally a man's name.

Dennis ushered us inside and as we entered the foyer Dee kicked me in the back of the knee as a friendly reminder not to embarrass her. I responded by pinching her arm which earned me a dirty look and probably would cause some major fuming in the car later.

Once inside Dennis lead us into his living room. We took a seat on his big floral sofa and waited for him to fill us in. I saw Dee's eyes light up when he pulled out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black, but they quickly dimmed when he only took out one glass. It's really stupid but most people are surprised to find out that a girl like Dee can hold her liquor like a sailor. I on the other hand end up being the designated driver a lot, so I don't care for Scotch as much as she does.

The entire time we were talking with Dennis he kept refilling his glass without asking if we wanted any. Dee's eyes flickered angrily every time but I kept nudging her, a reminder to keep quiet. There was no reason to piss off a fellow hunter over a glass of hard liquor. But I knew I was going to hear about this in the car.

And sure enough, on the way down Dennis' driveway, Dee was already ranting about men and how they're such pigs.

"It's a man's world," I told her, "And we just happen to be stuck in it, and saving its ass once in a while."

She snorted a laugh and we kept driving in silence. I couldn't help but wonder if this job would really be any easier if we had been two brothers, but something told me my answer was 'probably not'.