Figured I would go ahead and follow up, just to keep people reading.
Chapter 2: The Crash
"K, so where are we headed now?" Sam asked Dean as they drove down the highway.
"I don't know Sam, what kind of cases do we have?" Dean asked, slightly annoyed. He loved his brother, and he knew what they did was for the good of mankind. But he felt lonely. He would never admit that to his brother, father, or any girl he ever met but he felt it. The problem was, he made a promise to himself never to love, because he had seen what it had done to his brother and father. He didn't want to feel that, so he just didn't feel… at all.
"Well there is this case in Pennsylvania, sounds like a demon. Killings, people acting weird, one person right after another. But it's weird. The people it is killing aren't your usual suspects." Sam told his brother.
"What do you mean?" Dean asked him.
"Well they are kind of the outcasts of the town; you know the really smart or really talented ones who don't have time for other people. They haven't done anything to make this thing angry so why would the thing be killing them?" Sam said confused.
"Who knows, maybe its and evil dead prom queen or something who hated nerds." Dean joked. Sam laughed.
"Yea but either way it needs to stop. There have been six killings in the past two months." Sam told him.
"So Pennsylvania it is." Dean said as he headed in that direction.
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(Annie's POV)
I sat in a coffee shop just outside of Blooming Valley Pennsylvania. Population…378. And no I am not kidding, it was that small. And I was here trying to find a demon that was killing anti-socials… please, this would be a piece of cake.
When the waiter brought me my latte, he decided to speak.
"So what is a pretty girl like you doing in this town all alone?" He asked grinning. His think northern accent bugged me.
"Just passing through." I said as politely as possible. Truth be told, I wanted to hit the guy.
"Really? Where are you headed all by yourself?" He asked.
"Maine, to visit some relatives." I lied.
"Your boyfriend doesn't mind that you are going by yourself? He doesn't worry about you? I mean a girl like you shouldn't be traveling alone" Ok now I really wanted to hit this guy.
"Is there a damsel in distress sign stamped on my forehead buddy, or are you just that chauvinistic?" I said, I was not a well tempered person, or patient for that matter.
"Sorry miss, it's just that you don't see many girls around here with out a guy latched onto them, or following there every move. Not since Valerie Jennings and we all know what her independence got her." He told me. Now I was curious..
"Well not all of us." I said, trying to sound nice again.
"Well why don't you just look it up on your laptop over there, because I am sure someone like you doesn't need my help." He said before walking off.
'Ouch Annie, but you deserved it.' I thought. I drank my latte and grabbed my stuff before heading back to the Inn I was staying at.
'Note to self' I thought once I got into my room. 'Never get involved with a guy when I am doing this hunting business.
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Sam and Dean pulled into a small Inn just outside of the town of Blooming Valley. The place was little, cheap, and didn't look near as shabby as the places they normally stayed in. Dean parked the car and started getting their stuff while Sam went inside to the desk.
"Hello, may I help you?" The clerk asked.
"Yes, I need one room with 2 beds please." He said. The clerk looked on her little book
"Ok room 102, cash or credit?" She asked.
"Umm credit." Sam said, and handed her a fake card. It worked and he got the key to the room, then went outside to meet his brother.
"K, we are in." Sam told him.
"Great, then lets unload and start doing some research. I can already tell I don't like this town and want to get this done as fast as possible." Dean told him. Sam nodded and they grabbed their stuff and headed to the room.
A couple hours later, their research had turned into nothing.
"You found anything?" Sam asked from his laptop.
"No, nothing but something about this Valerie chick kind of stands out." Dean told him.
"What is that?" Sam asked.
"Just that when she died, a lot of girls were quoted saying stuff about how inspiring and independent she was, and most of these girls are the ones that have either been killed or know someone who has been killed." Dean said.
"So you think that these girls were shy and standoffish and admired Valerie for not being that way?" Sam asked.
"That's all I got, so yea." Dean said. Sam nodded, and Dean gathered up his town record books and newspapers. "I am going to go back to the library, see if I can find anything else." He said. Sam nodded and went back to his computer.
Dean walked out the door with his hands full of papers and books. As soon as he got out of the door, he crashed into someone else carrying loads of papers and books.
"Oh sorry!" He exclaimed as he bent down to help the other person up, when he did, he was met by the most astonishing blue eyes he had ever seen.
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I was headed out of the door and back to the library to try and find more on the Valeria girl, not more then two steps after I walked out of the door was I run into by a guy, carrying about the same load I was.
"Oh sorry!" He exclaimed as he tried to help me up. But as soon as he looked at me, his intentions most likely changed. I grabbed his hand and lifted my self up.
"No problem. It happens, except now we have to sort through that mess." I said as I pointed to the stash of papers and books on the ground. It was strange though, his books were the same as mine, just different volumes. Same with the newspapers.
"Yea that may not be so easy." He said, looking at the pile.
"Were yours by any chance going to the library?" I asked, desperate for more information.
"Yea, yours?" He said, most likely recognizing the similarities of our reading material.
"Yep." I replied.
"Well maybe we can just randomly pick them up, return them, and then they can put them back in order." He said. I liked the idea.
"Deal." I said smiling some. He smiled back and we bent down to pick up the books and papers.
"Dean! Are you still out here? If you are I found something out about Valerie that might have to do with the stuff that's been going…" Another guy came out of the room. When he saw me he quickly stop talking.
"Wait are you talking about Valerie Jennings?" I asked. 'Shit' I thought, knowing that now I would have to cover that up. They looked at me curiously.
"I- I'm her cousin. Or was, I guess." I said. Feeling pretty stupid.
"Oh then do you know how she died?" The taller one asked. "See I'm trying to find out and I can't get anything."
"Why do you want to know about how she died?" I asked curiously.
"We are FBI agents." Dean said, or I presume that was his name since the other guy called him that.
I didn't believe them.
"Wait what are your last names?" I asked as I circled the one who ran into me. Judging the look in his eyes when he saw me, I figured it would be easier to break him down. I looked in his back pocket and saw a wallet. 'Hmm, there has to be ID in there.' I thought
"Umm I am agent Dean Larson and this is Sam Dunley." Dean said quickly. I nodded a little and got up behind him. I got my face close to his ear and whispered.
"Funny, because this says your name is.." I quickly reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a wallet, opened it and read the last name.
"Winchester!" I exclaimed. Sam didn't look to happy. Dean looked a little amused.
"So, you are the infamous Winchester brothers." I said smiling.
"I take it you aren't Valerie's cousin." Sam said. I laughed.
"No, I'm Annie Delacour. And I'm a hunter, like you." I stated.