Supernatural series (including a little sister)

by immieimke

Hi everyone! Here is (hopefully one day) the whole supernatural series, rewritten to how I'd like to see it. Right now, I'm not yet making a lot of changes (apart from an added female character of course), but later I probably will! I'll see how it goes. I'm still working through season one now, but I am having a lot of fun! Hopefully, you'll have fun too! I don't own supernatural!

7. Episode 7, Hook Man

Hook man

We are sitting at a table, outside a café. I'm silently enjoying my cappuccino. Dean is on Sam's laptop, doing God knows what. Probably searching for a new case. Sam's at a pay phone, a little further away from us. I sigh as I watch him slump and turn around, his body facing us. He's doing everything in his power to find dad. Until now, he didn't have much luck and his options are slowly running out. Besides the frustration he's feeling about that, there is some more frustration he's feeling towards me and Dean. Especially Dean. Dean's not right there with him, desperately searching for dad.

"Dean..." I start slowly, glancing away from Sam. Dean's head rises up and his eyes meet my worried glance. "Puppy..." He sighs, knowing what I'm about to say. "We'll find him. Sam's just a little... Well, trust me okay. Dad's fine." He mutters to me and I bow my head. I really hope he's right about that. I am just as worried as Sam is, I am just dealing with it differently. I miss dad, I do. It's the not knowing that makes it worse. Not knowing where he is, what made him leave and if he's okay.

Dean raises an eyebrow, when he notices Sam making his way back to us. "You're half caff, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis." He calls out sarcastically. "Bite me." Sam retorts, taking his seat next to me and rolling his eyes. "So… Anything?" I ask him sympathetically, when the silence returns. He shakes his head, the annoyance is clear in his features. "I had them check the FBI's missing persons databank, no John does fitting dad's description..." He starts to explain, making Dean look up from his laptop to give his brother his full attention. "I even ran his plates for traffic violations." He adds with a sigh. Dean slightly shakes his head. "Sam, I'm telling ya, I don't think dad wants to be found." He tells his brother in all honesty. Sam glances back at the pay phone in disappointment, as I raise my eyebrows. "I don't think..." I start, but Dean glares at me to silently tell me to drop it. So I do, I don't want Sam to get obsessed like Dean was, when dad had just disappeared. That was no fun for anyone, believe me. Plus, Sam needs to be able to live a little, next to all the trouble we're already in. He's been through enough trauma.

"Check this out." Dean starts, subtly changing the subject. He shoves the laptop at Sam. I slowly stand up, quite curious to see what Dean found. I walk over to Sam and lean my arms on his shoulders, so I can look at the laptop. "It's a news item out of Planes Courier. Ankeny, Iowa. It's only about a hundred miles from here." Dean explains to us, while Sam and I bend closer to read the article. "Mutilated body was found near the victim's car, parked on nine mile road." I mutter as I read. "Keep reading." Dean says to Sam, grabbing his black coffee and taking a sip. "Authorities are unable to provide a realistic description off the killer. The sole eyewitness, whose name has been withheld, is quoted as saying the attacker was invisible…" Sam reads on and frowns slightly. "Great..." I sigh. Dean raises his head to look expectantly at Sam. "Could be something interesting." He suggests. Sam's quick to react. "Could be nothing at all." He retorts. I shake my head. "An invisible attacker, really?" I ask him incredulously, but he ignores me. He points at the article. "One freaked out witness, who didn't see anything? Doesn't mean it's the invisible man." He tells me. Dean glances at him. "But what if it is..." He argues softly, letting a little silence drop. "Dad would check it out." He then adds, as if that does it. Sam and I stare at him. I decide to make the decision for them. "I'd like to meet invisible man, if that's even possible…" I mutter, standing up straight. Sam groans at me, before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Alright, why not." He mutters. With a satisfied grin, Dean stands up. He walks into the cafe to pay for the drinks. I return to my cappuccino and drink the last bit. Sam packs his laptop and together we walk towards the impala.

Dean's rock music is blasting through the speakers as we're driving, and I lean my head against the windshield, stretching my legs across the rest of the backseat. We only have to drive three hours this time, which is a nice change. I hum with the music, together with Dean. We're both casually singing along to some of the lyrics here and there. The sphere is peaceful.

About two hours into the ride, we drive past a large forest. To my surprise, Dean pulls over to side of the road and shuts off the engine. I look at him with raised eyebrows. "What are you doing?" Sam asks his brother, his face wearing the same confused look as mine. "If you need to take a leak, you could have easily gone back at the café." He adds sarcastically. Dean ignores him completely, turning around in his seat and wiggling his eyebrows at me. "Ready for your first shooting lesson?" He asks. A huge smile breaks through on my face, when I realize what he means. "Seriously? Now?" I ask him, my heart pumping through my chest in sudden excitement. I try to repress it, it feels almost too good to be true. Dad always said that if it seems to be too good to be true, it most likely is. "Yes. Now. Come on." Dean laughs and gets out of the car. I follow his lead instantly, standing by as he opens up the trunk and rummages through it for a moment. I feel Sam's hand on my shoulder, he got out of the car as well. "Now, Dean? While we're hunting?" He asks a little sceptic. Dean just grunts at him. "We have to start sometime." He says and I turn around to Sam in annoyance. "Yes, sometime is now. So shut up." I tell him in annoyance. Sam chuckles, squeezing my shoulder slightly.

Dean gets up after a few minutes and hands me a '45. I slowly grab it from him, the metal feeling cold and heavy in my hand. This is really happening. Dean always keeps his promises, but I never thought he would actually go through with this one. The whole 'you're my little sister and I need to protect you against everything bad in this world' attitude has always been so strong. However, I am holding a gun in my hand right now and apparently I am really going to learn how to shoot. I almost feel guilty for the fact that I'm thankful dad's not here now. He would have ripped it right out of my hand and probably given Dean a good punch for even thinking about giving it to me.

"Okay, into the woods, you." Sam tells me. I nod feverishly, almost sprinting into the woods. Sam and Dean follow me, both chuckling quietly. Soon we found a little clearing, almost the same as the last time I illegally went out to shoot. "Okay." Sam says, once he caught up with me. "Show me how to hold a gun." I instantly take on the form Sam always takes on when he shoots. Legs slightly apart, arms bend, head straight and gun right in front of me. "No, the gun, Skye." Dean cuts in and moves towards me. He grabs my hand with the gun and explains to me how I hold it the right way. "Look, for safety measures you always hold it like this. So, no finger directly on the trigger." He explains and I nod, holding it in front of me. "Okay, now don't bend your arms too much and don't lock them, that will cause injury once you shoot." Sam starts, stepping forward to grab my arms and reposition them. I watch him carefully and listen to all their explanations and babbles. I try to take it all in. I do get quite impatient after a while, I'm sure I have been listening to their tactical talk for about half an hour now. When they finally stop talking, I grin widely. Now we get to the real fun.

"Okay, let's take that tree. We'll start..." Dean begins to explain, pointing out a big tree in front of me. As soon as he points, I pull the trigger. With a loud bang, I shoot a bullet at it. Dean and Sam jolt in surprise. I, since I now know how to stand, don't fall back. I stay right in position. The bullet is nowhere to be seen, however. I whine softly, I had hoped I'd get it right on the first try.

"Skye!" Dean yells in anger and instantly rips the gun out of my hand. "What?" I ask him innocently, pouting when the gun is ripped away from me. "I wasn't done talking! You could have hurt someone!" Sam scolds me, as Dean shakes his head disapprovingly. "You listen to us, alright? Or we stop doing this immediately." He tells me in a furious tone. I sigh. "Okay." I agree slowly. Dean grumbles something, before giving me back the gun. "Okay, now slowly point at the tree. Look a bit above your target and try not to move." He then instructs me.

We practice shooting for about two hours and it goes okay, I guess. I don't hit the tree one time, during the whole practice, but am starting to get a better aim. Dean grins proudly at me, but I cannot really understand the proud grin. I am feeling quite frustrated with myself. If I'm ever going to be as good as my brothers, I need to get better. My aim is still nothing like theirs, not by a long shot.

"I am not very good." I protest slightly. Dean drapes an arm over my shoulder with a smile. "Shooting takes practice, puppy." He reassure me, kissing my forehead. "And for your first time, you were pretty great." I give him a small smile. We hike back to the car together. Maybe one day I might get as good as they are, maybe now I'll get there. At least I'm learning how to shoot.

We get back into the car and the ride is quick and relaxed. By the time we arrive in Ankeny, Iowa, we are all chatting and joking around. Thankfully, Sam is starting to lighten up a bit. He did so right after the shooting practice. I think he enjoys teaching me things, he has always enjoyed that. He's taken every chance he could get so far, even with my school work. Something Dean can't really help me with.

Dean parks the car on the side of a street and we get out. I blink at the sun and squeeze my eyes. Everywhere around me are students. There are two guys fixing up their cars right in front of me, both in their twenties. I look around me in interest. I've never been in a town with universities and college grounds. I've never seen college up close, it's all new to me. "One more time, why are we here?" I hear Sam mutter to Dean in annoyance, at the other side of the car. "Victim lived here." Dean answers shortly, beckoning me over to him. I comply and we all watch the guys at the other side of the street, working on their car. One of them comes rolling back from under it, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "Nice wheels!" Dean compliments him in a light, energetic tone. I link my arm through Sam's, watching Dean interact with the two boys. I noticed that Sam has tensed up since we arrived on these college grounds. I hate it, but can't do anything about it. The guy has so many worries, which does not go well with how badly he's sleeping. He's starting to worry me.

Dean slowly takes a step back and I see the guys he was talking to, look at him with annoyed expressions. We must not look like students that much, I guess. Sam notices too and takes over.

"We're your fraternity brothers, from Ohio." He calls out. I let go of Sam's arm and take a step forward, continuing with the lie. "We're new in town, transfers. We're looking for a place to stay." I tell them, trying to look as friendly as possible. "Well, you can always stay with me, darling." One of the guys laughs, flashing his friends a cheeky grin. My eyes darken, as the others whistle and cheer at their friend. Dean grabs the collar of my jacket and yanks me back towards him with a rather powerful pull. "Just give us the directions, please." He barks at the guys, who all raise their eyebrows. "There's a guy who's still looking for roommates two blocks from here." He guy with the red jacket answers and winks at me. "Sorry for pissing off your boyfriend." He mutters under his breath and my face scrunches up in disgust. Dean grins. "I'm her brother, you idiot." He retorts in a threatening tone, before shaking his head and walking away, dragging me with him. I growl in frustration and pull my arm out of his grip. It's embarrassing enough that my big brother had to announce himself like that, no thanks on the being dragged away by him as well. Dean ignores my protest.

Together we search for the building the guy just pointed out and we find it rather quickly. There is a lady at a desk in the hall and Sam takes the lead. Upon being questioned, she points us up a staircase.

At the end of that staircase, are a few rooms where students are busy moving into. We walk among them and quite soon we find the room we are looking for. I am still wearing a grin on my face. The lady at the desk had pointed out to us that I was not allowed to stay in this dorm, since it's the male ward. I had told her I was only here to look at the campus grounds and help my brothers move. She had not liked it, but Dean had given her a stunning smile and she'd approved after that.

On the brown door of the room we were sent to is a sticker of a 'purple man', it looks rather weird.

I raise my eyebrows at it, but soon find out why that sticker was on the door. My eyebrows rise even higher. When we walk into the room, a guy is standing in front of the mirror with purple paint in his hand. He is literally painting himself purple. He's already half way there and I just stare at him in confusion and slight concern. Sam has the same expression on his face. "Did you have a room like this, back in college?" I whisper to him. He shakes his head shortly, grinning at me. "Thank God I didn't." He answers and I giggle. "Who are you?" The purple guy asks, once he has noticed us. Dean grins at him. "We're your new roommates." He answers, walking into the room with a slight shake of his head. Sam and I follow him and the guy doesn't even seem to notice me. "Oh, well can you do me a favor and get my back? Big game today!" The guy mutters and holds out the brush to Dean, who just raises his eyebrows and stares at the guy like he's crazy. "He's the artist." He then answers, pointing to Sam, who is behind him. "Things he can do with a brush." He adds with a smirk, walking on. Sam stares at the guy in disgust. I try to hide my snort of amusement as well as I can and lean against the doorpost. Sam has no other choice, but to grab the brush and paint bucket. He does so with clenched jaws, mortified. Dean sits down in one of the chairs in the back of the room and grabs the magazines that are scattered on the coffee table, glancing at them. "So..." He starts, scanning the magazine for a name. "Murph, is it true?" He asks when he finds the name. I silently chuckle. Who the hell names their kid Murph? That's just sad.

"What?" Murph asks, looking at himself in the mirror, approving his purple body. "We heard one of the guys around here got killed last week." Dean explains, looking up expectantly. Murph looks down sadly. "Yeah." He mutters. Sam, who's actually slowly painting the guys back purple, raises his head. "What happened?" He asks. I take a step forward into the room, intrigued. "They're saying some psycho with a knife, maybe a drifter passing through. Rich was a good guy." Murph explains and Sam and I see Dean frown, as he takes in that information. "Rich, was he with somebody?" Sam asks and Dean and I swiftly glance at him in confusion. "Oh, not just somebody..." The guy starts, slightly turning around. "Lori Sorensen." He adds with a voice full of admiration. I lean my head to the side. Whoever Lori is, must be the hot girl every guy wants to have a go with. Every class has a girl like that, I know that very well. I've seen a lot of high schools and been in a lot of classes over the years. Every one of those, had a girl like that.

Sam shakes his head at the guy, who's looking at him with disbelief. "Who is Lori Sorensen?" I ask the guy and for the first time since we entered, he lays his eyes on me. That distracts him from answering. He frowns. "This is the guys dorm room..." He starts in an offended tone. I raise my eyebrows at him. "Who is Lori Sorensen?" Dean repeats, all of us ignoring what he just said. Murph shrugs and lets it go, turning around to look into the mirror. "You missed a spot. Just down a little on the back." Dean whispers to Sam teasingly, before focusing back on the guy with a smirk. The look Sam gives his brother is mortified and full annoyance. He clenches his jaws, while I wear the same wide smile as Dean.

"Lori is a freshmen, she's a local. Super-hot!" Murph adds. That immediately has Dean's attention. I shake my head in annoyance. "Oh, and get this..." The guy starts, looking at Dean with excitement. "She's the reverend's daughter." I frown at that. Maybe she's not the typical popular girl I would have expected her to be, if she's the reverend's daughter. Dean sits upright and puts the magazine down. "You wouldn't happen to know which church, would ya?" He asks happily. The guy rolls his eyes, before telling us exactly which church. "Alright, let's move." Dean announces, standing up. Sam, looking very relieved, hands the bucket and brush back to the guy and we all three walk out. Leaving a confused Murph behind. Sam purposely bumps his shoulder into Dean, as revenge for making him paint a random guys back. Dean just snorts.

We get back into the impala and make our way to the church Murph pointed out. Sam and Dean are bickering about the paint thing. It makes me smile. Dean loves to screw with his little brother, he loves to screw with me too. That's the privilege of an older brother, I guess.

We get out, once we've reached the church. Dean opens up the big wooden doors, letting me in first. I walk in and look around slightly. Big glass windows with colored glass, about Jesus's journey, are covering every stone wall. I shake my head slightly and glance at the space right from me. The pastor is holding a speech and a lot of people are in the church, listening to him. "To us as a church..." The man is mid-sentence, when a loud bang echoes through the whole church. I jolt and quickly turn my head, looking back. Sam has let the big wooden doors fall closed behind him, and it interrupts the whole church. Dean raises his hands at Sam in annoyance, as the whole room falls silent and a few people look back at us. Sam looks around awkwardly and I try to stop myself from giggling.

"As a community and as a family..." The pastor continues, after giving us a meaningful look. Dean points at the back row of wooden benches, walking towards it and sitting down. Me and Sam follow him. "The loss of a young person is particularly tragic. A life un-lived is the saddest of passing's." The pastor continues. I see Sam's glance has drifted to the front rows of people listening to the pastor's speech. I follow his line of sight and see him smiling softly at a girl in the first row, who is still looking back at us after the commotion Sam caused. When she turns back around, I lean in closer to Dean, listening in on the pastors speech. "So please, let us pray. For peace, for guidance and for the power to protect our children." The pastor suggests. Everybody bows their heads. Sam and me follow instantly, bowing our heads. The fact that we are not religious doesn't matter right now. I bow my head to respect the church and the ways of their beliefs. Dean doesn't bow his head and Sam nudges him with his elbow. Dean shrugs with a roll of his eyes, but complies and bows his head as well.

After a few moments, we all mumble out an 'amen', except for Dean, of course. Slowly people are starting to rise from their seats, walking back outside. We rise as well and follow the crowd. I have a vague suspicion that the girl Sam was smiling to earlier, is the daughter of the reverend. We have spotted her soon and the way Sam and Dean are walking in her direction, makes it clear they think the same. She's just saying goodbye to what seems to be a friend, when we get closer. They hug and as her friend walks away, we approach.

"Are you Lori?" Sam asks her in a friendly tone. Lori turns around and frowns, when she sees three strangers in front of her. She's definitely the reverend's daughter. She's wearing a sort of uniform, but stylishly. She really just looks very innocent to me. "Yes." She answers, settling her glance on Sam. "My name is Sam, this is my brother Dean and that's Skye." He introduces us. Dean raises his hand. "Hi." He tells her kindly. I also smile at her as a greeting, linking my arm through Dean's. "We just transferred here, uh, to the university." Sam explains to her. She nods softly. "I saw you inside." She tells us in a friendly tone. I see the way she's looking at Sam and try to hide my smile. "We don't want to bother you, we just heard about what happened..." Sam starts and Lori's smile slightly fades. "We wanted to say how sorry we were." I tell her with a reassuring smile. She sadly nods at me. "I kind of know what you are going through..." Sam starts hesitantly and Dean and I immediately glance sideways at him. "I uh... I saw..." Sam hesitates again for a second, before pushing through it. "I saw someone get hurt once, it's something you don't forget." He finishes. Dean glances back at the girl, who's looking at Sam with sympathy. I look sideways. A man started approaching us from the left a few seconds ago, and he has almost reached us. Lori jumps when he stops behind her and places a guiding hand on her shoulder. "Dad, uh..." She starts, grabbing his hand. I glance at the reverend. He's wearing his priest costume and looks like a friendly old man. "This is Sam and Dean." She introduces my brothers and then looks at me apologetically. "And I'm sorry, but I forgot your name..." She mumbles. I chuckle, shaking my head. "That's okay. Skye." I tell her. She nods, looking back at her dad. Dean leans towards me and teasingly whispers: "Not important anyway." I roll my eyes, but cannot hide my smile. "They're new students." Lori explains to her dad. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir." Dean starts, letting go of my arm and shaking hands with the man. "I must say, that was an inspiring ceremony." He compliments the priest. "Thank you very much." The man tells him kindly, immediately falling back in his priest mode. "It's so nice to find young people, who are open to the lord's message." He says. Dean smiles widely at him, while I try not to snort. An idea is forming in his head and I understand what needs to happen. We are never going to get Lori to talk about what happened, if her father, the priest, is swarming over her like a protector. Dean glances at Sam, looking at him knowingly, before stepping aside. He lifts his arm towards the priest, inviting him to walk with him. The priest obliges. "You know, we're knew in town and we're looking for a, uh, church group..." He starts very convincingly, leading the priest away from us. I shake my head fondly, before glancing back at Sam. Sam slowly wraps an arm around me, before looking back at Lori, smiling warmly at her. Lori was looking at me though, and she had a fond look on her face. "Little sister?" She asks me, leaning in towards me a little. I grin widely at her. "Yeah." I answer with a chuckle. "Always wanted a big brother." She confesses to me, smiling at Sam as she straightens back up. I raise my eyebrows. "You don't, trust me." I tell her in a whisper, before squealing and flinching away from Sam. As revenge for that remark, he squeezed my side. I eye him carefully, before moving back towards him. "So, Lori. Tell me..." Sam starts, initiating a walk forward. Lori turns to him with a frown. "What did the police say?" He repeats his question from before, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me with him. "Well, they don't have a lot to go on." Lori tells us, her eyes saddening. "I think they blame me for that." She adds. I frown. "What do you mean?" I ask her softly. She glances at me as she walks. "My story... I was so scared, I guess I was seeing things." She tells us, looking up at Sam with big, sad eyes. That look immediately reminds me of Sam himself. It's a look of helplessness, a look that says 'I don't know what's going on'. I've seen that all too many times in Sam's eyes, unfortunately.

Sam stops walking and glances at Lori sympathetically, shaking his head. "That doesn't mean it wasn't real." He tells her softly. I reach out to grab her hand, to show her some support. She smiles at Sam, then at me, and squeezes my hand as a thank you.

Sam and I slowly let her warm up to us. I try as hard as I can, to make her feel like she can trust us. I want to, but also because we need to know the story. She eventually tells us what happened. She was by the bridge with that guy, on some kind of date. She liked him. They were both in the car, doing their thing. Out of the blue, she heard a lot of scratching noises coming from above the car. The guy had gotten out, to check what was causing the noise. She'd heard him scream, a few moments after that. It had scared the living daylights out of her. She had heard a lot of banging and scratching once again, coming from above the car, and she had gotten out in panic. That's when she had seen the guy she'd been with, hanging upside down on a tree branch, right above the car. His body mutilated, he was clearly dead. I stare at her with wide eyes as she tells us her story, her lip quivering as she speaks. That doesn't sound like a very good ending of a date. With a sigh I look down. I feel sorry for her.

"I'm so sorry." I hear Sam say with compassion. "Thank you for telling us..." I start, but

more I cannot say. The priest has returned, with a very annoyed looking Dean. "Come on, Lori. Time to go home." He tells his daughter, putting a hand on her shoulder. She smiles at him. "Thanks." She tells us again, before walking away with him. Dean sighs, as he stops besides me and shakes his head. "So?" He asks us with a questioning look. "Tell you on the way, we need a library." Sam retorts, starting to head back to the campus. At the word 'library', me and Dean groan in union. We follow him anyways. "So, we're now in a church group?" I ask Dean. He chuckles, scrunching up his face. "I'm afraid so, but maybe it's a good thing, you know. Having you in a church group would definitely mean you're unavailable to all those guys." Dean retorts, ruffling my hair. I frown at that comment and quickly glance around me. There are quite a few collage guys glancing at me as I pass them, not even bothering to conceal it. I raise my eyebrows. That confuses me. I am absolutely not their typical girl of interest. All the girls I have seen around me on this campus, are collage girls. Short skirts, low-cut jeans, sweaters. Hair down, high heels on their feet. Mostly a lot of makeup. Lori has been one of the few that I have seen so far, that didn't look like that. And here I am. Black skinny jeans, brown biker jacket, big boots and my hair up in a ponytail. That's quite a difference. None of it is wrong or right, every person has the right to wear what they want, but there is a big difference.

During the walk back to the library, Sam and I explain to Dean what Lori told us. He huffs as we enter the library. It's filled with lots of students, studying out of big looking books. I scrunch up my face, college is looking quite boring so far. "So, you believe her?" Dean asks Sam, as he makes his way through the stacks and stacks of books. "Yeah, I do." Sam answers him. "Me too." I mutter, for what my opinion is worth. "Yeah, I think she's hot too." Dean says with a grin, slightly looking back at us as he walks. I'm about to go off on him about that angrily, but Sam beats me to the punch. "No man, there's something in her eyes." He says calmly, stuffing his hands inside his pockets. "And what about this? She heard scratching on the roof, found the bloody body, suspended upside down over the car." I join the conversation, trying not to let the image into my head. Dean holds out his hand, creating an obstacle in the pathway. Sam stops walking and I almost collide with them, huffing out in irritation. "Wait, body suspended over the car?" He asks and when I look up at him, I see a hint of confusion. "That sounds like..." Sam nods. "Yeah, I know. The hook man legend." He finishes his brother's sentence. Dean's glance gets more confused. I, on the other hand, am ready to slap myself in the face. Of course, the hook man, why didn't I think of that? The scratching, the mutilated body over the car. I should have known, from the moment Lori told me, it was the hook man. I know this legend, it used to scare me before bed when I was little.

"Wait, but hook man is one of the most famous legends out there..." I start. Dean, picking up on my trail of thought, nods at me. "Yes, you don't think that we're dealing with the hook man?" He says to Sam, who leans his head to the side. "Well, every urban legend has a source. The place where it all began." He reacts. Dean leans in closer. "Yeah, but what about the found scratches and the tire punctures and the invisible killer." He hushes. "Maybe the hook man isn't a man... That sounds more like a spirit thingy." I whisper. Both heads snap in my direction. "A spirit thingy?" Sam whispers back, a slight grin of amusement on his face. "You know what I mean, some kind of spirit." I hush back at him, annoyed.

There is a silence, as we all think to ourselves. Then Dean sighs and grabs my shoulders, leading me back out of the aisle. "We need records." He mutters, more to himself, as Sam follows us.

As Sam and Dean sit down at one of the tables, they send me to ask the librarian for all the arrest records they have, going back to the eighteen hundreds. The woman is pretty surprised, it's an odd request. She tells me she'll go get them though ,and I make my way back towards my brothers.

My eyes land on a guy that's sitting at the back or the library, his eyes on me. He smiles brightly when he catches my glance and gives me a cheeky wink. His smile automatically makes me smile back, that's the first time someone gets that out of me. The only person that can make me smile back automatically, is Sam. I'm about to take a leap of faith and go over to the guy, he clearly seems to want me to, smiling invitingly. I take a step forward, but am very surprised when a sudden hand on my arm roughly pulls me back. I look down and groan, the hand belongs to Dean. I was, subconsciously, about to pass the table my brothers are at. When I glance at Dean, he looks pretty angry. Both my brothers do. "Sit." Is all Dean hisses to me. I comply with a dramatic huff. I know my brothers are great and all, but when it comes to me giving or getting attention from boys…

Well, let's just say they aren't that happy with that. They can get very annoying and way too overprotective, frankly. Dean says it's because all men are assholes, but I don't really believe that. I grew up with two great examples of men.

I sit down in the seat next to Dean and fold my arms, clenching my jaws harshly. "Don't be a bitch. You are freaking sixteen." Sam tells me with a roll of his eyes. I glare at him, only getting more annoyed. As Sam watches me with raised eyebrows, I see the librarian walk our way with two big boxes of files. "Well, here you go..." She says as she drops the box on the table, startling Sam and Dean. She shoves it into my direction. "Arrest records going back to 1851." She adds, grabbing the other box and putting it down. Dean bends forward and blows on the first box. A big puff of dust emerges and swarms right into my face. I hold my hand in front of my nose and mouth as I cough. "Thanks..." Dean says with a cheeky smile, looking up at the librarian. She smiles back, her eyes still wearing a little confusion. She then turns around and walks away.

Sam reaches out his hand to wipe away the dust on the second box. "So, this is how you spend one year and a half of your life, huh?" Dean mutters, as he opens one of the cardboard boxes. "Welcome to higher education." Sam says with a hint of sarcasm, opening the second box. Dean stares at him. I chuckle, before grabbing the first file in the box. I cough again, wipe my forehead and then get to work.

It takes hours. I read through file after file. Soon I pull off my jacket and make myself more comfortable. Dean has stopped making noises in protest a while ago and is now silently reading through his files. He wipes his face and rubs his eyes, trying to stay concentrated. We don't really speak much, we just do our job. Sam, whose been doing this a while now, knows how to look and is working faster than we are. Soon we divide the tasks. As me and Dean continue to search through the files, Sam gets up to flip through the old books behind our table. I don't even ask him why, I'm having a hard time staying focused, without having to know what my brothers are doing.

It's after about three hours, that a first word is finally spoken. Dean just threw another read file onto the pile of 'read files', when Sam asks for our attention. "Hey, check this out..." He starts. I quickly sit up straight, finally pulling my eyes off of the papers in front of me. Dean slowly turns around and stands up. Sam goes on. "1862, a preacher named Jacob Karns was arrested for murder..." Dean walks over to him to check out the book Sam is reading. "Looks like he was so angry over the red light district in town, that one night he killed thirteen prostitutes." Sam continues. Dean leans in to see the article. "Man, that's a lot of murder..." I whisper softly, rising from my place at the table. "It gets better. Here, some of the deceased were found in their beds, sheets soaked with blood. Others suspended upside down from the limbs of trees, as a warning against sins of the flesh." Sam rambles on. I nod, that sounds a lot like the hook man. Dean shuffles through the pages and pulls one out. "Get this, the murder weapon... Looks like the preacher lost his hand in an accident, had it replaced with a silver hook." I huff. "Well doesn't that sound familiar." I mumble, glancing at both my brothers. "Look where all this happened." Sam says to me, lifting the paper and pointing it in my direction. "Huh... 9 mile road." I read off the paper. Sam nods knowingly. "Same place where the frat boy was killed." He states. I glance at Dean. Could it be that we are dealing with the actual hook man legend?

Dean semi smiles, nodding his head. He's impressed. "Nice job, dr. Venkman. Let's check it out." He concludes and turns around, heading towards the exit. The corners of Sam's mouth curl up at the compliment and he gathers the specific file. I quickly put all the other files back in their boxes and as we walk out, I return those boxes to the librarian. Sam effectively hides the other file under his jacket.

It has gotten dark outside and I inhale the chilly air slowly. It smells good, after all those dusty files. "You did this a lot in college, huh." I say to Sam, matching my walking pace with his. "Yeah." Sam simply answers. I sense he doesn't really want to talk about it, so I wisely stay silent. We hop into the impala and Dean drives off.

Twenty minutes later we arrive at the crime scene, on nine mile road. It's still chilly and really dark out here. The policeman have all vanished and so has the yellow tape. It's now just a simple clearing, aside of the road. You wouldn't know tragedy struck here, if you just saw it like this. As we all get out of the car, I sense a change in the atmosphere. Sam's eyes flash around the clearing, while Dean opens the trunk and dives in. I stand beside them, awkwardly waiting for their plan. I raise my eyebrows, when Dean grabs a rifle and hands it to Sam. "Here you go." He grumbles. Sam opens up the rifle in curiosity. "If it is a spirit, buckshot won't do much good." He comments, holding the opened up rifle in front of his face to inspect the insides. "Yeah... Rock salt." Dean simply says, straightening up and handing Sam more rock salt bullets. "Huh... Salt being a spirit deterrent." Sam mutters, putting the rifle bullets inside his gun. "Oh right. It won't kill 'em..." I start. Dean finishes my sentence. "But it will slow them down." He hands me a coil of robe and I gladly take it. I watch Dean shut the trunk and then my eyes move towards the space in front of our car. "It's pretty good..." Sam mutters, slightly impressed. He starts to walk towards the trees. "You and dad think of this?" He asks. I proudly glance at Dean. I've known what rock salt does for a while, but I had no idea who came up with it. Dad always kept me out of the hunting stuff, I'm as clueless as Sam. "Told ya. You don't have to be a college student to be a genius." Dean answers a little smugly. We stop dead in out tracks, when we hear noises up ahead of us. Suspicious noises that came from out of the blue.

Sam raises his rifle quickly and points it right at the trees in front of us. I grab the coil of robe tightly, keeping an eye on the dark bushes. There's a soft breeze and the bushes are rustling. I'm not certain the wind is the cause of the sound we heard. I stay alert. The wind is almost rarely the cause of suspicious noises, in our cases. Sam slides towards the left with his rifle, but I point to the right. "Over there, over there." I whisper as silently as I can. Sam points his rifle into the direction I'm pointing and we watch intently, in death silence. I squint my eyes, trying to make out the shadow I think I'm seeing. Sam's holding the rifle steady and the loop is by his eye, he's ready to shoot.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN, NOW! NOW!" The man who jumps out of the bushes is screaming, as he points his own gun at us. I jump in complete surprise, my heart instantly in my throat. Sam quickly takes a step back and holds his free hand up in the air. "PUT YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD!" The man screams. As he comes closer, I can see he's a police officer. "Wait, wait, wait!" Dean yells, holding up both his hands. Sam reaches for the ground to put his rifle down, his eyes flashing around in shock. "Okay, okay, okay!" I yell in fright, keeping my hands in the air. The police officer comes closer to us. It's a very hectic situation, my heart is racing. The fact that there is police on the scene is not good, but what's also not good, is that we got caught here. Red handed, if you ask me. We are literally at a crime scene, where a guy was recently murdered and we are carrying guns and rope.

"Get down on your knees! Come on!" The sheriff yells, his gun up high. I drop the coil of robe I'm holding and sink to my knees instantly. "Do it! On your knees." The man keeps shouting and I flinch every time. His voice is harsh and loud. Dean and Sam both put their hands up high and sink to their knees right next to me. Even though we are on our knees and no longer armed, the sheriff does not seem satisfied. "Now get down on your bellies! Do it!" He keeps yelling. Sam and I immediately bend forward, to lie down in the dirt. I'm not taking my chances with a very angry police officer. Dean, however, gives the man a look that distinctively says: "really?". "He got the gun..." He complains softly, before bending forward and also lying down in the dirt with his hands on his head. "God damnit." I curse silently, resting my forehead on the small rock right in front of me. Sam huffs in a response. The sheriff grabs his phone and as he keeps us under gunpoint, he asks for backup. Soon a police car arrives. Sam groans. "Not again." I whisper, as I feel an agent above me. He puts actual handcuffs on my wrists and for a short moment, I cannot help but grin. This is the first time I'm in handcuffs. I glance sideways and see that Dean is about to start resisting. I silently shake my head at him. That will not make this situation any better. Plus, me and him are not the real ones in trouble. Sam had the rifle…

"Come on." The sheriff growls and the policemen drag us three from the ground. The officer holding me, leads me towards the first police car. Dean is coming my way as well, but Sam is led towards the second one. "I have a story." Dean whispers to me, as he is positioned next to me in the police car. "Good." I whisper back. We might be able to talk ourselves out of this one, so I hope his story is a good one. Without sirens we are driven towards the police station. I have calmed down since our arrest and am no longer freaking out. My heart stopped racing too. I slowly lean my head onto Dean's shoulder. It'll sort itself out, I'm sure of it. We are masters at lying, we learned how to do that from a very young age.

Nothing else is said during the ride and when we arrive at the police station, we're taken towards the interrogation room. In my head I'm thinking of theories and stories that could work. I come up empty though. "Alright, where are your parents?" The sheriff turns around and is clearly looking at me. "What?" I question, with raised eyebrows. "You look like you're fourteen. So, where are your parents. Give me your mom's number, so I can call her and tell her to come pick up her daughter, who's gone rogue and is hanging out with much older guys." The Sheriff grabs his phone out of his pocket and looks at me expectantly. "My parents are dead." I simply state, glancing at him challengingly. Dean awkwardly scrapes his throat, before moving forward and slightly standing in front of me. "That's my little sister you just scared the crap out of with your shouting and arrest threats. So, if you need a parent, you can talk to me." He barks, squinting his eyes at the Sheriff. "God damnit." The Sheriff shortly shakes his head, before opening the door to the interrogation room. "You, get in." He orders, pointing a finger at Dean. "Sure, when I know where she is going." Dean crosses his arms over his chest, clearly not afraid or even slightly worried about the situation we're in. The sheriff glances at Sam. "Also a brother, I presume?" Sam gives him a confirming nod, stepping forward. "Well, she's going with him to a holding cell." The sheriff states, before once again ordering Dean into the interrogation room. Dean complies with clenched jaws, while a deputy leads Sam and me towards the back of the building. "You'll be expected for interrogation as well, shotgun boy." The deputy tells Sam with a knowing look, before opening the door. I slowly walk inside with Sam and watch as the deputy locks us up and disappears.

"Don't worry. It's going to be okay." Sam softly says to me, sitting down on the metal bench against the wall. I give him a small smile, before taking place next to him. We stay silent, both knowing there must be security camera's up there somewhere. Recording everything that's happening. We do not want to say too much.

Not much happens. Hours pass by. There is no sign of Dean yet and the deputy only returns once, to give us some fizzy drinks and a few blankets. I can see on his face that the situation we're in is serious, they might even be considering contacting social services. I am an underaged kid after all.

I start to get slightly worried after that and look across the room. Sam went over there a few hours ago and I see he's fallen asleep on the bed. I place the food and water next to him, so he can have it when he wakes up. I don't want to wake him now, he's already not getting enough sleep and this isn't helping. It doesn't take long before he wakes up though. "Hey, sleepyhead." I chuckle drily, watching him rise from the bed with squinting eyes, groggily scraping his throat. He grabs his food tray and gulps his water down, before sitting upright. "You okay? You want to lie down?" He asks me, getting up and approaching me. "No, I'm fine. I just want to get out." I tell him, glancing sideways at the metal bars that are keeping us in here. Sam takes place next to me. "We will. The reason Dean's not here yet, is because he's making up one hell of a story. Tricking them all into letting us go." Sam tries to reassure me in a whisper, softly patting my knee. I slowly lean backwards against the wall, not able to stop a yawn coming through. "Alright, get on that bed." Sam lightly grabs my arm and pushes me up. "Sam, I'm good." I protest, but he sternly glances at me. I roll my eyes, but comply and let myself drop down on the bed. It's hard and not comfortable whatsoever, but sleep catches up with me.

It's seven in the morning, when Sam wakes me up and we finally hear some news. A guard comes in with a key and I'm thankful, when I notice he's about to let us out. In the hall of the police station, Dean is waiting for us. I sigh in relief when I see him. Being in jail isn't really an ideal situation and I can feel the stress I was apparently under, washing off of me. Dean gives us a cheeky smile when he sees us, as to say he's proud he talked us out. The agent turns around, addressing the three of us. "You're free to go." He grumbles and Dean grabs my shoulder. Without another word, we walk towards the exit and that's when another grin forms on Dean's face. "Saved your ass!" He says to Sam in triumph, opening the doors and walking outside. "Talked the sheriff down to a fine. Dude, I am Matlock." I chuckle at his enthusiasm. "How? What did you say?" I ask curiously. Dean turns his head to me as he walks. "Told him Sam was a dumbass pledge and that we were hazing him." He laughs at that, making me grin. Sam scoffs, shaking his head. "What about the shotgun?" He asks. Dean turns his head to Sam. "Told him that you were hunting ghosts and that spirits are repelled by rock salt. You know, typical Hell Week prank." He explains. Sam's eyes widen. "And he believed you?" He asks with a slight smile. "You definitely look like a dumbass pledge." I tease, ducking quickly when he playfully swats at me. As we reach the impala, the doors of the police department we just exited through, smash open and about five cops sprint outside. I watch in surprise as they jump into their police cars and race oft with howling sirens.

Sam turns to Dean with a knowing look and grabs the handle of the passenger door. I jump into the backseat. "Let's move!" And with that we race after the police cars. They drive straight into town and soon we see great commotion up ahead. About six to seven police cars are circled around a big house, cops rushing in every direction. Two ambulances have also joined the party, their sirens still blasting through the area.

"What the hell is going on?" I whisper under my breath, staring out of the window and watching all the cops and paramedics run around. That's when my eye catches the one ambulance at the front. It's open and if I'm not mistaken, Lori is sitting inside of it, with a blanket around her shoulders. "Sam... Sam, that's Lori right?" I hiss, not taking my eyes off of that ambulance. "Yeah... I think so..." I hear Sam mutter. When the girl in the back of the ambulance looks up, I'm sure it's Lori. Her eyes meet mine and she looks at me with a troubled gaze. Dean slowly drives by, to go and find a parking spot. Lori's eyes follow our car, until it's out of reach. "Maybe she is tied to all of this, this is the second time something has happened around her." I mutter, but when neither of my brothers react to me, I frown and look up. "Okay, so we go in from the back?" Sam asks with a hushed voice, his eyes on his brother. Dean nods. "Into the house." He finishes his sentence and they both nod. I let out a sigh. They're gonna break in and see what happened and I'm not coming. When your breaking in, you need do it with two people, not three. And certainly not with an unexperienced hunter, who will probably ruin the sneaking around part. When Dean turns around to me, clearly about to say something, I roll my eyes at him. "Yes, yes I know. Stay in the car, don't touch anything, bla bla bla." I snap at him. He raises his eyebrows at me. "Actually... I was going to ask if you wanted to go and have a look with me. This is an all-girls sorority house, I figured you'd be a better partner in crime than Sam." I quickly undo my seatbelt and try to hold in my laugh at Sam's surprised open mouth. "Good choice. I mean, I would fit better in a situation like this." I try to say casually, before jumping out of the car. Dean grins widely. "Now, don't get cocky about it." He chuckles, stepping out and ruffling Sam's hair teasingly. Sam, who's still awestruck by the fact that Dean picked me over him, rolls his eyes and reaches for his laptop.

"Alright, time for you to get some experience." Dean says to me, quickly glancing at the house. "Have you ever broken into a house before? Snuck in somewhere?" He asks me. I glance up at him. "Yes, many times." I answer him honestly. His eyes widen. For a few seconds, there is a slightly awkward silence. Dean simply stares at me and that's when I realize he's not supposed to know I did all of these things already. "I mean, no." I quickly mutter, trying to hold back a grin. Dean decides to ignore what just happened and with a shake of his head, he starts crossing the street. I follow him towards the back of the house and we sneak through the bushes. "Keep quiet and stay behind me." Dean hisses at me, when we start hearing more and more voices. We're closing in. I groan when Dean suddenly pulls me back towards the wall, locking an arm around my shoulder to keep me in place. "Damnit." He grumbles. A few more girls are exiting the back door. "Can't we..." I whisper, but he shakes his head at me and keeps glaring around the corner at all the police cars. I sigh and look up. I notice a balcony above me and if my math is correct, I will be able to climb up to it. Then we can exit through the upstairs window. "Dean..." I hiss, but get ignored once again. I shrug and let him be. I place my foot on the edge of the stone wall and start making my way up carefully. "Ooh... sorority house... maybe I'll get to see a naked pillow fight." I hear Dean murmur to himself below me. I roll my eyes. "You know, I don't think that's what girls do at a sorority house, Dean... or even in general." I comment. Soon I get a confused glance up. "How..." Dean starts to protest, but then shrugs and grabs my foot to stabilize it, helping me through with the climb.

When I haul myself up and land on the balcony, Dean starts his own climb and within a few seconds he is standing beside me. "After you, Jane." He jokes. I wrench the window further open. I take one look at all the people and policeman downstairs, before sliding through the window, Dean right behind me. I slide onto the floor and have just enough time to roll over, before Dean clumsily falls to the floor. He groans as he lands, before glaring at me when he hears my giggle. I slowly rise to my feet and look around. We've arrived in what seems to be a closet. Behind me, I hear Dean closing the window. I sneak forward and edge towards the door, trying to be very silent. Dean grabs my arm, making me jolt, before pulling me back and pushing me against the wall. I'm about to hiss at him in anger, when someone passes right past the door of the closet we are in. Dean raises his eyebrows at me. I can see through the slight opening in the door, that it's a policeman who walked by. Probably on his last checkup, which must mean we've landed in the right room.

When the policeman leaves the room, Dean softly pushes the door open and we walk into the chamber. It smells bad and I can understand why, when I see the blood. The whole bed in the corner of the room is soaked with it. Yellow police tape is everywhere.

"Look at that..." I hear Dean whisper under his breath. I look up, frowning. That's when I see it. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up, when I notice the message, carved with blood, into the wall above the bed. 'Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light'´ Right under the dripping blood is a symbol, carved in the same way and also with blood. "Jesus." I whisper, letting out a long breath.

"Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light..." Dean starts with a frown on his face. "That's right out of the legend. That's classic hook man, alright." He mumbles as he keeps staring at the message. It's giving me the creeps and I shiver. "How the hell did he manage to do this in a house full of sleeping girls..?" I wonder out loud. "Because it's definitely a spirit." Dean tells me, touching his nose to imply the smell in the room. "To think of it, I haven't smelled ozone this strong in a while." He adds and now I finally understand where the bad smell is coming from. It is strong, he's right about that. As Dean walks towards the window to check outside, I reach in my leather jacket and grab the pen I find there. It's probably still in there, from my studying earlier on. I start drawing the symbol on my hand, Sam will probably know what it is. I certainly have no clue, and I know Dean doesn't either.

"What're you doing?" Dean whispers to me, turning away from the window. With a frown he walks closer. "Sam'll probably know about this symbol." I answer him drily, sketching the edges of the symbol on the back of my hand. Dean squints his eyes and looks at the symbol again, probably wrecking his brain for it. He lets out a grunt after a few seconds. "Yeah, the brainiac will probably know." Sarcasm is dripping from his voice and I roll my eyes at him. I take one last look around the room, but it's pretty clear we're done here.

"Alright, same way out as in." Dean sighs. We both retrieve back into the closet. After looking very carefully if the coast is clear, Dean opens the window and climbs through it. I'm right behind him and slap his hand away, when he sticks it out to help me. I don't need a hand, I can climb through a window myself. I watch as Dean lowers himself off the edge of the balcony and within seconds he lands, almost silently, on the ground. He grins back up at me expectantly. I let out a grunt, before sinking through my knees and carefully lowering myself to the ground. I'm not as tall as Dean is, which I realize now I'm dangling off the side of the balcony and notice that the ground is still pretty far away. "Don't be a big baby and jump. We don't have all day." Dean teases from the ground. I give him my most impressive glare, before taking a deep breath. "I'll catch you." It was meant to be sweet and reassuring, but it annoys me to the point where I let myself drop, without hesitation. Dean chuckles, when I land next to him on the ground. I do not land the same way he did. I'm unbalanced, and stumble forward. He catches my arm just in time to safe me from falling over. With a laugh, he lets go and turns around, stalking away. I dash after him.

We arrive back at the car and Sam, when he sees us, immediately puts his laptop away. "And?" He asks in curiosity. "And it's definitely a spirit, dude." Dean answers him, leaning against the hood of the car. "Very strong sent in there." He adds, watching Sam get out of the car. "He wrote a message on the wall, Sam. It said "aren't you glad you didn't turn on the light". And this symbol was under it." I reach my hand out and Sam grabs it, squinting his eyes at the symbol. "I've seen that before..." He mutters to himself. I grin teasingly at Dean, who huffs. "Doesn't that look familiar to you?" Sam asks Dean, walking around the car and opening the truck. I hold in my chuckle, as I watch Dean once again trying to wreck his brain for the answer. Sam comes back with the papers he got from the library and takes place on the hood of the car, beckoning Dean over. "It's the same symbol." He points out, nudging the paper towards Dean. I lean forward to look at it and notice that he's right. The symbol we found carved into the wall upstairs, is the same symbol as on that paper. The paper has a drawing on it, off the hook that was owned by the man in the legend. "Seems like it is the spirit of..." I squint my eyes and lean closer to read the smaller letters at the bottom of the paper. "The spirit of Jacob Carnes..." I finish, glancing at my brothers. Dean inhales deeply. "Alright, well let's find the dude's grave and salt and burn the bones. Put him down." He states, but gets completely ignored by Sam, who's still reading the texts on the paper. "After execution, Jacob Carnes was laid to rest in Old North Cemetery..." He points his finger at the lines and pokes at it. "... in an unmarked grave." He finishes, letting his arms fall down. Dean groans and turns his head to me, looking very done with the situation. "Super." He exclaims drily, standing up. "Okay, so we know it's Jacob Carnes, but do we know where he'll go next? Who he'll go after next? And why?" I question, following their lead and moving back to the impala. Sam leans his arms on the top, nodding at me. "Well, I'll take a guess about the why." Dean starts, opening the door. "I think your little friend Lori has something to do with this." He adds, getting into the front seat. I frown, glancing at Sam, who looks just as confused as I do. He then shrugs at me and we both get inside the impala. Dean drives us off and our next step is the usual, finding a place where we can stay and regroup. I can feel how heavy my eyelids are, as I lean back in the backseat against the cushions. I noticed it before, but now that I am sitting still, I realize my head's pounding. Probably the lack of sleep last night. I try not to doze off as we search for a motel that isn't as crappy as the last one. We fine one on the edge of town. We settle in and I let myself drop down on one of the beds, closing my eyes. "M'nna take a nap." I murmur in thin air, not even sure if my brothers can hear me. I fall sleep before I even hear them react.

Dean wakes me up around noon. "Pup, hey. Get up, sleepyhead." He lightly shoves me, waking me up. I groan at him, keeping my eyes closed. I can feel, as I wake up, that I was sleeping rather deeply. My head always feels very heavy when get woken up too early, out of a deep sleep. "Lemme sleep, y'asshole." I curse at him in annoyance, making a move to turn myself around and away from him. "Excuse you!" I can hear Dean gasp in mock betrayal and right after that I feel his hands on my arm, shaking me a little rougher. I sleepily swat at him, to try and get him to stop, but my eyes spring wide open when I can feel his hand shoot down towards my unprotected side. He squeezes and my body jolts. I squeal and instantly am wide awake, quickly dashing away from him. Dean laughs at my reaction, his eyes twinkling. "When I tell you to get up, you get up." He teases. "I am tired." I challenge him, pointing at my face. "I have not slept whatsoever last night, since I was in a jail cell with Sam, patiently waiting for you!" I point my finger at him accusingly. "Yeah, your first jail cell experience." I can hear excitement in Dean's voice. "I can remember mine, was pretty shocking the first time. If you're going to be a hunter, you'll be back in there more times than you can count." He stands up from my bed, playfully winking at me, before stalking back to the table. "Where's Sam?" I ask, slowly and sadly getting out of the warm bed. "I send him on a run to the store, I'm starving." Dean explains absentmindedly, picking up the papers he was looking at. I move off the bed and reach for my bag. Time for a shower. That'll wake me up for sure, and I am in need of a change of clothes.

The warm water makes me sleepy at first, but as soon as I start washing my hair, the heaviness in my head starts to disappear. I get out of the shower with a fresh feeling, and put myself in my favorite jeans and one of Dean's old rock t-shirts. It's too big for me, but I like oversized clothing.

Sam comes back with lunch and I watch both my brothers eagerly devour their sandwiches. I take my time. They're like pigs sometimes when they eat, especially Dean with his pie. I guess living on the road makes you forget about proper dinner manners. Oh, and they're also men…

I am forced to study, after lunch. As I make myself comfortable on the couch with my history book, Dean and Sam do their research. They chat about what Lori might have to do with this case. I try to block them out, but this hunting stuff is just too interesting for me. I keep wanting to know more. Wanting to learn as much as I can. Now that they've started teaching me a few things here and there, my interests have only grown.

Sam finds us the next step in the case, after browsing online. "There's a party tonight." He announces into the silence, glancing at the clock. "It starts at nine. All college students with interest are going to be there, which means..." I slowly get off the couch and finish his sentence for him. "Which means Lori will be there too." Dean gives Sam an excited smile. "Ooh, college party. I'm in!" Sam scoffs, looking back at his laptop. "It would be good to go there, you know. Keep an eye on things..." He concludes, before swiftly glancing at me. "Oh, no. No, do not keep me away from a college party!" I snap at him, knowing the look he's giving me all too well. "Hey, you have other things to worry about! Plus, that college party is way past your bedtime." Dean backs Sam up with a teasing grin on his face. I let out a loud groan. "Ugh, I wish dad was here. I have never had a bedtime with him." I complain dramatically. Sam laughs as he stands up from his chair. "What, you think dad would let you go with us?" He challenges me, grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on. "Why is it always about 'letting' me do anything? I'm..." I'm about to defend myself, when Dean closes down the argument with one sentence. "Because you are sixteen, Skye. That's why." I roll my eyes at him, before excepting defeat. I do not want to push them further, they might realize that teaching their sixteen year old little sister how to shoot, is actually a bad idea. That would have never happened, if dad was here and if they weren't forced to take care of me in a world filled with nasty monsters.

With a grimace I watch them leave, snapping a snarky remark back at Dean, when he playfully tells me to be in bed by ten. He's joking, but it still makes me feel like a baby. I know I'm sixteen and I know that still makes me a child, or something… I just don't feel like one and absolutely despise being treated like one. Most fights me and dad had, when he was still with us, were about that topic. I have had my moments where I despised him for keeping me so small, little and unknowing.

When it gets close to ten that evening, I angrily stare at the clock. I know I'm still exhausted and it would be good for me to actually go to bed, but since Dean joked about it, I am not going to. Simply and only, because of that principle.

When I put my books away for the night and get up to go and grab myself something to drink, I hear the rustling of keys outside the door. It stops me dead in my tracks. Someone's at the door. Both my brothers are at that college party. I have not heard the impala come back yet, it's not them. Fear clutches my heart and I instantly move away from the door, backing into the living area. There are no weapons here. The duffle bag is in the impala and my brothers have it with them. I eye the door nervously. Who or what is this and why is it here? For all I know, anything could be after us. Or it could be the hook man…

As I hear the keys going into the keyhole, I dash towards the second bed against the back wall. If I am lucky, Dean's already claimed it and put his 'precaution' gun under the pillow. It's my only chance at a weapon. As I keep my eyes on the door, I put my hand under the pillow and desperately search for something. The door unlocks and opens up. My breathing hitches and I dash my hand further under the pillow. My fingers find something hard and cold and I snatch it out. I instantly put Dean's gun in my trembling hands, take on shooting position and focus my eyes back on the door. Nobody but Dean himself, casually enters the motel room, putting the keys back in his pocket. He's humming. When he looks up, his eyes meet mine and he freezes. "Woah, Skye!" He puts both his hands up quickly, leaning his head to the side in concern. "Hey, it's me. Put the gun down, pup." He continues, when I don't immediately move. I can feel fury replace the fear in my veins and I drop the gun back on the bed. "Don't EVER do that again!" I yell, furiously pointing at him. "How the frick am I supposed to know that was you! You and Sam were supposed to be on the case and I'm here, alone!" I take a few steps forward, my body trying to calm itself down, now there seems to be no threat. "Hey, calm down!" Dean hushes at me, approaching me hastily. "There's nothing wrong, Skye. It's just me." He hushes, grabbing both my arms in his hands. "Yeah, just you. It could have been anything!" I tell him furiously. Dean, noticing I'm not calming down, does the only thing he knows in calming me down. He steps forward and wraps his arms around me strongly. "There's no threat, Skye. Calm down." He repeats, putting his head on top of mine. I can feel the anger disappear and let out a deep sigh. "Don't do that again, Dean. How am I supposed to know that was you, when you're supposed to be out?" I murmur in his chest. "That could have been anything trying to get in here. For all we know, the hook man could come for me." I add, squeezing my eyes shut for a moment. I guess being on cases with my brothers for a few weeks now, and having seen the things I have, has put me on edge. "Good thinking, though." Dean compliments me, letting me go. A proud smile is creeping onto his face. "Yeah, well I know you and since there are no other weapons here..." I respond, glancing back at the gun I snatched out from under his pillow. "Hmm, help me remember to leave a gun with you when you're alone. You know how to use one now." He nods to himself, before turning around and marching back to the door. "Not well enough." I protest under my breath. "I promised you I'd take care of that, didn't I?" Dean turns around with raised eyebrows. "Yes." I mutter back. "Then drop it. Come on, put on your jacket. We're going to look for that unmarked grave." A smile breaks through on my face and I dash towards my jacket, shrugging it on. "I thought my bedtime was ten?" I tease, walking to the door. "Don't push it." Is Dean's snarky remark, before he leads me out of the motel room and towards the car. "Sam still at the party?" I ask taking place in the passenger seat. Dean nods, a strange look of longing and defeat appearing on his face. "Yeah." He mutters miserably, before starting up the car. "We figured out why the hook man is focused on Lori. He's keeping an eye on her." He explains as he drives off. "Why?" I ask. Dean tells me how Sam found some arrest records in his research and discovered a pattern to them. In all those cases, the suspect seemed to be a man of religion, who openly preached against immortality and then found himself wanted for killings he claimed were the work of an invisible source. Killings apparently carried out with a sharp instrument. I frown. "What does that have to do with Lori?" I question, glancing sideways. "A man of religion... Who openly preaches against immortality?" Dean slowly repeats, giving me a knowing glance. "Ah, the preacher. Lori's dad." I conclude. "Yeah, except this time instead of saving the whole town, he's just trying to save his only daughter." Dean states, pulling up at the only cemetery in town. "So, is the reverend summoning that spirit?" I ask, getting out of the car and shivering in the chilly air. "Yeah, maybe, but Sammy pointed out that it could be something different. Like a poltergeist that can haunt a person instead of a place. The spirit might be latching onto the reverend's repressed emotions and feed off of them." I huff. "The reverend could be as clueless as the rest, if that's the case." I reply. Dean nods, before handing me a flashlight. "Yeah, but either way, Lori's got something to do with this. So, Sam got to keep an eye on her at that awesome college party and I..." He lets out a big sigh. "You are stuck with me, roaming around a cemetery to find the hook man's grave." I happily conclude for him. Dean stares at me in annoyance, before he starts walking towards the gate. Together we enter the cemetery and let our flashlights shine on the graves that are laid out in front of us. We stay silent, Dean in the front. I hate cemeteries, especially at night. They look scary, like something can pop out at you at any moment. I keep close to Dean, the light of my flashlight shining on grave after grave. None of them are unmarked, as far as I can see. Both me and Dean stop dead in our tracks, when we hear some very suspicious rustling behind us. The noises of twigs breaking and leaves shuffling together. Dean holds up his hand to me, listening intently. Then he slowly moves forward again, me following him instantly.

The second time Dean stops, it is because of a different reason. "Here we go." He mutters, turning right. He leads me down a small hill of dirt and lets his flashlight shine on what clearly seems to be an unmarked gravestone. Not entirely unmarked though. The symbol we found in the house, drawn with blood on the wall, is on the gravestone. Dean smirks, before glancing at me with wiggling eyebrows. "Let's go get the shovels." He announces, turning back around. "What?" I ask him incredulously. "What do you do when you need to kill a spirit and send it on its way?" Dean asks me patiently. "Salt and burn the bones." I state confidently. That's information I once heard dad tell Dean, when I was about twelve. "Indeed. How do we salt and burn the bones? By digging up the grave." Dean doesn't look as happy anymore after that statement, glancing at the ground under the marked headstone.

We go and get the shovels. I'm more excited then I am horrified, which concerns me a little. I am literally going to dig up a grave and salt and burn the bones inside. I've heard about cases where dad, Dean and Sam had to do that, but never took part in that myself. Now, Dean is actually letting me help him. We get to work and soon my excitement disappears. It's not only boring work, digging up a grave that's about six feet under the ground, but its hard work. Soon we have both shrugged off our jackets and sweat is forming on my forehead. I am covered in dust and dirt. "Are we almost there?" I pant, sticking my shovel back into the ground. "I think so. What?" Dean laughs at me. "Not so happy with becoming a hunter now? Now you're covered in dirt and sweat, digging up an actual grave?" I roll my eyes at him, before putting some renewed energy into the digging. Dean's laughing soon disappears and he pants, leaning against the wall of dirt we've created in digging down. "That's it..." He mutters, gripping his shovel tighter. "Next time, I get to watch the cute girls house." He adds, glaring at me as if I'm the reason he's in this situation. "Hey..." I start, but Dean dug down and a clear noise of the shovel hitting something wooden stops me. "That's the casket, right?" I ask him, my boredom instantly gone. "Yup. Come on." Together we clear the casket and soon Dean starts smashing it with his shovel, breaking the wood. Slowly, a skeleton covered in dirt and old clothes comes into view. An actual skeleton, that looks way less scary then I had imagined it. "Hello, preacher." Dean mutters, sticking his shovel in the ground above us. I copy his motion and throw my shovel up there as well.

"Alright, hand me the salt. It's in the big bag. Let's fire him up." Dean instructs. I comply and pull myself up and out of the hole we dug. I scramble through the stuff in the bag and soon find the canisters of salt Dean asked for. I turn around and see he's also hopped back up. I hand him the salt and watch as he dumps a whole lot of it into the casket and onto the skeleton. It falls right through, which is weird to see. I scrunch up my face, handing him the gasoline. He dumps that in there as well, before bending down and grabbing the matches. "Now the magic will happen." He cheekily winks at me, before rising up and lighting a match. "Goodbye, preacher." He drily states, before throwing the match into the casket. The skeleton and the wooden casket around it instantly catch on fire. The warmth blows up and makes me shiver. In silence we both watch the whole thing go up in flames. "What do we do now?" I ask slowly, moving a little closer to Dean. "What do you mean?" Dean asks me in confusion, reaching down to retrieve his jacket. "Well, uh.. Do we leave it open like this?" I know I must sound stupid and bow my head. "No, honey." Dean chuckles, pulling his shovel out of the ground. "We throw everything back in." He states. I groan, throwing my head backwards. Dean laughs, before going to work and I help him. "You know, I have to say. This goes way quicker when you have a sidekick with you." Dean mutters under his breath, about halfway through. I grit my teeth. "I'm not your sidekick!" I hiss at him, looking up and right into his cheeky face. "You're also not a hunter." He points out. I know he's teasing me, but damn he can be so annoying from time to time. "I'm getting there. And you know what, I'll be a better hunter than you and Sam combined." I throw back at him, my tone filled with fake confidence. "That would not surprise me." Dean whispers back, his tone no longer playful.

When we're walking back to the car, the bag on my shoulder and the shovels in Dean's hands, his phone rings. I jolt in surprise, the sharp ringtone cutting through the silence of the night. "Jesus." I mutter, grabbing the shovels Dean hands to me. He picks up the phone. "Yeah?" Dean's face contorts into confusion as he listens to the person on the other side of the line. "Alright, we're on our way! Don't move." Dean hangs up and starts marching forward, the car's already in sight. "Who was that?" I ask, hurrying after him. "Sam, he's in the hospital. Lori's dad, the preacher, apparently got attacked." Is the short explanation he gives me. We reach the car and he opens up the trunk, so I can throw the stuff back in there. "What happened?" I ask in concern, jumping into the passenger seat. "No clue, I guess we'll hear it soon."

We arrive at the hospital quickly and the search for Sam doesn't take long. When we are walking through one of the halls, two police officers stop us from going on. I can see Sam standing further away, talking to no other but the Sheriff that arrested us earlier. "No, no, that's alright. We're with him. That's my brother, that's... Hey, brother!" Dean is calling out to Sam, one of the policeman still holding a hand to his chest, to stop him from continuing. Sam and the Sheriff look up and I can see the sheriff reluctantly give them the order to let us through. The policeman retrieves his hand. "Thanks." Dean gives them a big smile, before grabbing my arm and moving towards Sam. Sam gets the clearance from the sheriff and quickly approaches us. "You okay?" Dean asks him instantly. "Yeah." Sam nods shortly, giving me a reassuring smile. "What the hell happened?" I ask him in relief now I see that he's okay. "Hook man." Sam answers, knowingly glancing at Dean. "You saw him?" Dean asks incredulously, initiating us to follow him. We walk back down the hallway towards the exit.

"Damn right." Sam confirms, turning around. "Why didn't you torch the bones?" That sentence is meant to be accusing. "What? I did!" Dean defends himself. "Oh yeah, we did." I add. Sam glances at me in confusion for a second, before turning back to Dean. "You sure it's the spirit of Jacob Carnes?" He asks Sam directly. "Sure as hell looked like him." Sam swiftly looks around, before continuing. "That's not all. I don't think it's latching on to the reverend." Dean raises his eyebrows. "Well, yeah. The guy wouldn't send the Hook Man after himself." He says it like that's obvious and I catch onto the point. "It's latching onto Lori." I nod in understanding. "Yes. Last night she found out that her father is having an affair with a married woman." Dean leans his head to the side. "So what?" He challenges. "So, she's upset about it. She's upset about the immorality of it. She told me she was raised to believe that if you do something wrong, you get punished." Sam is staring intently at Dean. "Okay, so she's conflicted. And the spirit of preacher Carnes is latching on to her repressed emotions." Dean nods. "Maybe he's doing the punishing for her." I mutter slowly. "Right." Sam nods, turning to me. "Rich comes on too strong. Taylor tries to make her into a party girl... and dad has an affair." Dean scoffs, glancing around. "Remind me not to piss this girl off." He mutters sarcastically, lowering his voice when a nurse walks past us. "But Sam, we burned those bones. Dean threw like tons of salt on them. I watched them burn. Why didn't that help?" I ask in frustration, as soon as the nurse is out of earshot. "Well, you must have missed something." Sam accuses, looking at Dean with a shake of his head. Dean glances at me slowly, before also shaking his head. "No. We burned everything in that coffin." He states, glancing out of the window. I can see him wrecking his brain to make sure what he just said is true. "Did you get the hook?" Sam asks him. Dean turns back to Sam. "The hook?" He questions. Sam shrugs. "Well, it was the murder weapon. And in a way, it was part of him." Something dawns on Dean and he diverts his eyes. "So like the bones, the hook is a source of his power." He concludes. "So, if we find the hook..." I mutter slowly. "We stop the Hook Man." Sam and Dean finish my sentence in union, Sam wearing a proud smile on his face. "Back to the library it is." He then adds, laughing when me and Dean give him noises of protest and discomfort.

At the library, we choose the most comfortable chairs and start the whole research thing back up.

Sam comes back with a few piles of records, notes and books and we get to work. I lean back and try to stay focused, once again scanning through every page I get my hands on. Hunting is very exciting and noble and all, but the research... The research is that one part in every job, that just simply sucks.

Thankfully, it doesn't take long, before Dean brings some life back into the hunt. "Wait, I got something, I think..." He speaks up, pulling the pen out of his mouth and leaning closer to the table. Sam and I glance up from our own papers, expectantly waiting for him to continue. "Log book, Iowa State, penitentiary. Carnes Jacob, personal effects..." He announces, scanning through the article. "Does it mention the hook?" Sam asks, folding his arms across each other. "Yeah, maybe..." Dean answers, before reading out loud what the next part of the article is. "Upon execution, all earthly items shall be remanded to the prisoner's house of worship, St. Barnabas church." I recognize that name. "Isn't that where Lori's father preaches?" I ask, getting a confirmed nod from Dean. Sam huffs. "That's not just where her father preaches. It's where Lori lives." Dean glances back at the paper. "Maybe that's why the Hook Man has been haunting reverends and reverend's daughters for the past 200 years." He concludes. "Yeah, but if the hook were at that church, wouldn't someone somewhere have seen it by now?" I question, frowning. Sam points his finger at me. "She has a point. I mean, a bloodstained, silver-handled hook?" Dean puts the pen back in his mouth, glancing at the papers around us. "Let's check the church records." He announces with a sigh, before standing up and throwing the pen back on the table. I sink down further into my chair, trying to remain slightly comfortable as I wait for my brother to return with new papers. This time, after about an hour, it's actually me who finds something.

"Guys. St. Barnabas donations, 1862." I announce, following the line with my eyes. "Received silver-handled hook from state penitentiary..." I let out a sigh when I read the next line. "Well?" Dean asks me expectantly. "Reforged..." I continue, making Sam groan. "They melted it down... made it into something else..." He concludes, glancing at Dean. Dean slaps the book he has on his chest closed in annoyance. "We need to get to that church. The thing it draws its power from, is still in there." Sam announces.

Before I know it, we're back on the road, making our way to the church. It's getting quite dark outside and as we get out, the air is pretty cold. Like it's about to start freezing. "Alright, we can't take any chances. Anything silver goes into the fire." Dean announces when we approach the church, the duffle bag in his hand. "I agree." Sam nods, stopping for a second to look at his brother. "So, Lori's still in the hospital. We'll have to break in." He states, glancing at me swiftly. "Take your pick." Dean tells him. "I'll take the house. And you..." He points at me with a grin. "You're coming with me. I'd like to see those criminal skills of yours. How many times did you say she already broke in somewhere?" He turns his eyes back to Dean, who awkwardly looks away from me. My face falls. Great. They've talked about me. "I have not, mind you. Dean taught me yesterday, on this case." I proclaim my innocent, making Sam laugh. "Sure." He sarcastically replies, before grabbing my shoulder and pulling me away. "Hey!" Dean calls after us, making us both turn around. "Stay out of her underwear drawer." He calls out to Sam, who seems very confused by that remark. I shake my head in disgust, watching him walk away with the duffle bag in the direction of the church. "Perve." I whisper under my breath, before quickly hurrying after Sam.

The front door is closed, but I remember Sam's story about what happened with the priest. "Alright, how you want to do this?" Sam challenges me, glancing sideways. "Well, I don't think the priest or Lori had the time to lock up the house, they were rushing to the hospital. How big do you think the chance is, that the backdoor is still open?" I retort, wiggling my eyebrows at him. "Weirdo." Sam grimaces, before following me around the house. The backdoor is indeed open and we enter the house. We split up to find as much silver as we can and both end up filling up a whole bag. Thankfully Sam brought a bag. That's something I would have forgotten.

We get back to Dean, who's in the cellar of the church. He's already started a big fire in the fireplace and is throwing silver objects into it. "Alright, we grabbed everything we could find." Sam announces, dropping the bag we filled next to Dean on the floor. Dean gets to work and I move closer to the fire. It's warmth is quite welcoming.

A noise, coming from upstairs, stops Dean in his attempt to get everything into the fire. He freezes and both him and Sam stare upwards. Sprinkles of dust come down from the wooden ceiling, it creeks under the weight of something, or someone. I shiver as I stare up, the creaking moving across the floor. "Move. Move!" Dean hushes at us, reaching his arm out and grabbing a hold of my jacket. He pulls me away from the fire and we rush towards the staircase. Both my brothers pull their guns out and Dean goes up front, followed by Sam and me. I feel defenseless without a gun, but in the moment of crisis, I can't really ask for one.

Dean slowly opens the door at the top of the staircase and I hate how it makes way too much noise. It cuts through the silence. Dean and Sam instantly put their guns up and Dean takes the lead, slowly stepping out into the church area. Then he lowers his gun. I frown and shuffle forward to take a peek into the large hall. All the benches are empty, except for one. Right at the front. A silhouette that looks like a woman, with brown hair, is sitting there, her back to us. Sam and Dean exchange glances with each other, before Dean nods at Sam. Sam nods back, before approaching the woman. Dean returns to me. "Come on." He whispers, pulling me back into the cellar. "Was that Lori?" I whisper back to him, hurrying back down the stairs. "I think so." Is Dean's short answer.

We've reached the fireplace and I help Dean throwing more of the silver into the fire. The noises are loud, but not loud enough to silence sounds coming from upstairs. I freeze and glance up. There's commotion upstairs. A lot of it.

"Dean!" I whisper, motioning to the wooden ceiling that's creaking again. This time a lot. It's almost like at least two people are running. That's when the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I can hear a scream. Lori's scream. "Crap!" Dean curses, picking up his shotgun and instantly rushing up the stairs. "Stay here! Burn as much as you can!" He barks at me, before disappearing. "Crap." I mutter under my breath. I hastily look around, but once I don't see anything strange, I bend down and pull the bag towards the fireplace. The last items are thrown in quickly and I watch them slowly starting to melt. I feel uneasy. Not sure what to do now. A gunshot coming from above scares me and I glance at the fireplace. Then back up the ceiling and then towards the stairs. "What if they need my help?" I whisper to myself, slowly ducking down.

BANG.

More gunshots are fired. I can also hear a faint scratching. Just as I'm about to move towards the stairs, the door above slams open and Dean comes sprinting down. I let out a scream of terror, the loud noise completely taking me off guard. "It's just ME!" Dean yells at me, sprinting past me and throwing something that looks like a necklace, into the fire. "The hell is that?" I ask him, my heart in my throat. "Lori's necklace. We got all the silver, but the Hook Man is still terrorizing Lori upstairs. This is the last thing that it could be." He tells me through heavy breathing. We both stare at the fire, Dean muttering a few 'come on's' under his breath. Finally, the cross charm that was on the necklace, drops into the hot coals and starts to melt. Dean glances at the ceiling. We both hear a very echoing noise running through the halls. A lot of what appears like metal clanks follow. "What's that?" I slowly whisper. Dean doesn't react. He simply motions for me to follow him and sprints up the stairs. I rush after him, into the church hall, through a door to the right and into a hallway. I gasp, when I see Sam and Lori, together, lying on the floor. Both are covered in sweat and dust and Lori is looking absolutely terrified. Sam, Sam seems to be in pain. Dean slowly comes to a stop in front of the door of the little office they are in, letting out a relieved sigh through his quick breathing. I rush past him, into the room. "Sam! Sam, are you okay?" I worriedly ask him, crouching down next to him. "Yeah. Yeah, it's okay." He hushes me, grabbing the hand I offered him and pulling himself up. "Lori. Lori, hey, are you alright?" He then turns to the girl that's still sprawled on the floor, trying to catch her breath. He offers her his hand and she takes it, letting him pull her up. "What the hell was that?" She exclaims in a trembling voice, doubling over to try and collect herself. Sam glances at Dean swiftly, before putting a hand on my shoulder. He doesn't react. Dean's already busy calling the ambulance, just in case…

About twenty minutes later, the police are surrounding the church and an ambulance is standing outside. Dean's being pulled away from us by the sheriff, for what seems like another questioning. Sam, under loud protest, had to walk with a paramedic to get him checked out. I'm standing with Lori. She is still quite shaken and clearly trying to understand what happened to her. "Hey, don't think about it too much." I tell her kindly, grabbing her hand. "It's over now." She gives me a weak smile, before glancing at the ambulance where Sam's arm is being patched up. "I'm going to go talk to your brother, if that's okay..." She looks at me with wide eyes. "He's a really nice guy, you know." She adds. I let go of her hand and smile at her. "Oh, I know." I watch her walk over to the ambulance. When I look to my left, the conversation Dean was having with the sheriff is clearly over. He's making his way back to the impala. I quickly rush over there and move into the safe backseat. "What did you say?" I ask him, turning around to look through the window. Sam and Lori are standing near the ambulance, both quietly speaking to each other. "Something about a maniac who attacked us at random." Dean absentmindedly tells me, also intently looking through his left mirror. I slowly turn around with a frown. "Did he..." I start, but Dean hushes me. Sam's approaching us and soon opens the door, dropping down in the passenger seat. Dean's biting his lip, before quickly glancing sideways. "We can stay." He suggests slowly. I realize I must not have been the only one who saw the chemistry between Sam and Lori. Sam doesn't look at his brother and just simply gives him a slight shake of his head. Dean moves his eyes to the road and starts up the car. Not a word is said as he drives off, up the hill that will lead us back to the highway.