ACT I

SCENE VI

"Well... that made our job easier, I guess."

"What?" Sam asked, his face scrunched up as he looked up from his laptop.

"That was Rachel Conroe. The missing daughter."

"What?" Sam repeated with a ludicrous look.

"Yeah. She's in an abandoned house on the outskirts of town." Dean repeated what she had told him, standing up, holstering his white handled gun into the back of his waistline.

"Ah, right. Yeah, ok," Sam followed suit, shifting through his things on the small table, jumping up.

Turns out, there were a lot of abandoned houses this side of town. Which one? Which one?

"Dean, please. Just call her back." Sam pleaded.

"No, I'm telling you, she didn't want to be traced. She kept the call under a minute. How long does it take to trace a call? A minute."

Sam sighed. "Yeah, ok. But calling her back won't put her in danger. Keep it under a minute."

"Whatever. Only cuz this is taking so long!"

Sam caught the phone flung at him, trapping it between his hands. Dean kept his eyes on the road, as to miss the glare that his brother was giving him.

Sam hit the button to recall the last number.
It rang twice before it was picked up.

"Hello?" A young girls voice answered.

"Uh, hi! Uh my name's Sam. I'm Dean's brother. We're looking for you but there's too many houses. Which one are you in?"

There was a slight pause.
"I'll give you a sign." She hung up straight after, not giving him a chance to respond.

"Uh, she said that she'll give us a sign." Sam relayed to Dean who glanced over at him.

"What kind of sign?"

"I... don't know. She hung up."

Dean scoffed, throwing the indicator on to change to a different street. "Helpful."

Sam sighed. "Yeah."

It was driving aimlessly down another two streets of abandoned houses before there was something peculiar in the front yard of one.

It was a sign that said. 'There's no place like it!' Probably some political campaign for a location but it wasn't clear.
However, it seemed pretty clear that this was the sign that the girl was talking about. She wasn't kidding. An actual sign.

Dean parked the impala a few houses down, walking back up to it.
Sam grabbed the sign on their way up to the front door.

Dean knocked on the door. "Rachel? It's Sam and Dean."

A few seconds later, the door opened,
Followed by a hand gun, pointed right at them. And a look of suspicion and fury in the eyes of a seventeen-year-old girl.

"Who are you? The truth," she ground out.

The boys raised their hands in the universal sign of surrender. Sam dropped the sign, the wood landing with a clunk.

"I'm Sam." Sam pointed at his chest. "Winchester," he added.

"And I'm Dean. We're brothers. We're with the FBI. We know your mothers been murdered. We're trying to figure out what happened."

"Liar," Rachel scoffed. Letting off a warning shot. Almost hitting Sam's ear. "They may have heard that but it'll take them a while to find us."

"What?!" Dean exclaimed. "It's true! We're trying to find your mother's killer!"

"No," Rachel drew out. "That, I believe. But I know you're not FBI. How about you try again?"

Dean sighed. Preparing to tell the real truth. At the very least it might get her to lower the gun.
"I'm Dean, and this is my little brother, Sam. We're hunters impersonating FBI agents because it's easier that way to find the monsters."

Rachel held for a moment before she sighed. "Now was that so hard?" She pushed the door open the rest of the way. Leading the confused brothers inside.

"Sorry about the welcome. I had to be sure I could trust you."

"So you trust us now?" Sam asked.

"Not in the slightest. But at least I know you know what you're doing." She placed the gun on the bench, and grabbed her bottle of water, taking a few bigs gulps.

"It's only polite to offer your guests something." Dean said.

"Oh, sorry old man. Nothing here. I had to bring this. The thing about abandoned houses is that all the stuff is switched off and if it's suddenly on, well, that's a bit suspicious isn't it?" She gestured her hands around forcefully.

"Okay, then. Sorry, Miss Sassy." Dean scowled.

"Okay, Rachel, can you tell us what happened?" Sam asked, interrupting anything further between the two of them.

She sighed, collapsing against the wall in what would probably be the lounge room. "I don't know. I heard knocks on the walls, it woke me up. I thought it was my mum but... I went to the stairs when I heard..." she gave a broken sigh, clutching her hand around her knee pulling it towards her chest. "I heard her scream." She continued. "I ran down but by then, whatever it was, was already gone. She, uh, she gave me a piece of paper with your name and number on it. I don't what it was that did this to her. But I'll find it, and I'll kill it."

"It was an old number you rang, my hunter's phone so I'm guessing she knew me and what we did." Dean put in.

"Knocks on the wall could be an indicator of what it was. I could look up some lore, might find something." Sam added.

"Yeah, good place to start." Dean nodded before turning back to Rachel. "What was your mum's name? Might help knowing what she was involved with last time."

"Maria Conroe, sounded like she knew you forever ago. And I'm not sure if that will help. She was a hunter. Said it was because of you, and she trained me to look after myself."

Dean mulled her name around a few times, trying to decide if he recognised it. He shrugged after a minute. "Sorry, I can't remember a Maria."

Rachel raised an eyebrow at him. "You can't remember my mother?"

"Oh I don't know. I haven't seen I, i guess it's possible she changed her name? But I'm pretty sure I don't know a Maria. Sorry, kid."

Rachel scoffed, roughly pushing herself up from the wall. "Whatever. Look, I just want to find whatever did this and stab them in the face. Or however they're killed I guess." She was pacing around the large open rooms, obviously on edge.

"Ok, yeah, we get it, Rachel. And my brother and I will help you get that. We don't want this thing to kill anyone else, either," Sam said, trying to smooth out the warring emotions in the air.

Rachel nodded slowly. "Yeah... ok." She ran a hand down her face, spinning on her feet. "Where do we start?"

This chapter is dedicated to
Little4819
For reminding me that these are a this that I did. So as a thank you, I finished off the chapter that I had started ages ago.
But here. I hope you enjoyed!