ACT I

SCENE II

Sam and Dean walked out of the house in their FBI rental suits.

"A case?" Dean perks up to Sam as he scoffs

"Yeah, definitely," he replied.

"But it left her in somewhat one piece, that ain't monster behaviour," he countered.

"Could be a demon, a… uh…" Sam trailed off.

"Yeah, your mind is as blank as mine," he said snarky.

"But I am pretty sure I have more constructive thoughts than yours," he helpfully pointed out.

"True as that may be…" Dean admitted.

"Look, if they didn't want to eat her, they must've killed her for a reason."

"Huh," he started, thinking. "Do they have any witnesses?"

"They think so, but they can't find her."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means, she has a daughter and they have the daughter's fingerprints and DNA all over the crime scene, but she's gone. Packed her stuff and out of here."

"We should find her. "

Sam scoffs again. "Ya think? Her mum's just been murdered by who knows what and has disappeared off the face of the world."

"Do they have people out looking for her?"

"Yeah, and a search for her mum's car. They found it a couple hours ago, in a back alley, abandoned. Whoever she is or who took her knows what they're doing."

"Yeah, and so do we," Dean said, sounding pissed.

They walked to the end of the path where Impala sat, waiting for her Winchesters.

"Time to die, assholes," Dean smirked, getting into the driver's seat.

They drove the Impala in silence to the Police Station on the other side of town for further information on the case.

In the police station, Dean was talking to the Sheriff while Sam was reading files. When Dean came out of the office with the Sheriff, Sam looked up to them and put the files back.

"Thank you, Sheriff, and if there's any news…" Dean trailed off, shaking hands with the Sheriff.

"I'll call youse right away," he replied, with a slight southern accent and Dean nodded.

Dean looked over to Sam after the Sheriff went back into the office.

"Anything?" Sam asked Dean as they went to exit the station.

"Nadda. Zip. Zlich. Nothin,'" Dean was really starting to get annoyed with the lack of information.

"Awesome. Nothing here either," likewise to Dean, he sighed exasperated. "Should we check the house again for EMF readings, to try and find any sulphur or hex bags?"

"Yeah, sure, looks like that's all we have, and the girl which no one can find." ACDC's Highway to Hell started playing on the radio, only to have Sam turn it down. "What's her name, anyway?"

"Rachel Conroe, seventeen years old, brown hair, green eyes, 5'9""

"Huh… you're a fricking walking encyclopaedia, you know that?" Dean commented.

"Actually… I just read the file on her, I know everything about her – at least what it has on record."

"Anything interesting we should know about her?"

"If you count multiple lessons and many variations of self-defence and combat since she was five, five years of archery, six in fencing and countless shooting lessons, she knows about every kind of weapon and knows how to use them – as interesting facts then yes."

Dean stared, open-mouthed in awe. "Very impressive, young miss – but why?"

Sam sighed, "Good question."

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A/N: I'm aware it isnt very long and Im sorry, the next part (which I havent yet started due to the fact that I should be doing my Chemistry assignment... THE LAST ONE EVER! MAWHAHAHAHA!)

Sorry, hahah, anyway, I hope you enjoyed :D Please Reviews are Love. :3

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~wolf-gabby23