A/N: Here's the first chapter! I just couldn't stop writing today so this is up really fast. The other chapters might come just as fast or slower, it really just depends on my schedule. Anyway, thank you so much for the feedback 3 So I don't leave you guys guessing about Alice and Mel, here's a quick character description of both.

Alice Taylor | Age 22 | Stands at about 5'4 and has wavy blonde hair that falls to her shoulders. Her eyes are a deep blue and she's pretty pale. | Three words to describe her are: insecure, caring, and funny.

Melanie "Mel" Taylor | Age 25 | Stands at about 5'6 and has straight, glossy red-brown hair that falls past her shoulders. Her eyes are blue with gold specks around her pupils and she's pale like her sister. | Three words to describe her are: stubborn, hot-tempered, and kind.

Let the story begin! Please review, it really helps! C:

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SAM OR DEAN WINCHESTER THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF SUPERNATURAL. THE OCs, HOWEVER ARE MINE.

Four years later

Parkersburg, Ohio

12:17 a.m.

Alice sat alone at the bar, drumming her fingers impatiently on its surface. She had been waiting for the past half hour while Mel asked around for a possible case. Though they were the only two hunters in town, word from others across the state often brought in jobs. Lately, things had been quiet, which made Alice feel all the more unsettled.

The bartender cleared his throat slightly, catching her attention. "Drink?" he asked simply, probably a little agitated at the fact that in all the time she had been sitting there, she hadn't ordered one thing. His expression said something along the lines of, 'If you aren't gonna buy anything, then leave.'

"I'll have a strawberry daiquiri." she answered, giving the guy a look. She wasn't in the mood for attitude from anyone. Normally, she was the calm and collected type, while Mel was the more short-tempered one, but today had just not been a good one, and Alice's patience was running thin.

"Comin' right up." he turned and left just as someone sat in the seat beside her.

"Long night?" the voice asked, amused.

Alice turned, sighing. "Mel, where have you been? You were supposed to meet me here fifteen minutes ago."

Mel's hands went up in a 'calm down' gesture. "Didn't realize I had a curfew. Anyway, the guys got nothing. It's been pretty calm out there."

"Yeah, which worries me." Alice replied, taking her drink with a grateful nod at the bartender.

"Something will come up soon. Bound to be something creepy to kill, right? There always is. In the meantime," Mel waved to the bartender, "Let's just relax."

"I'm down for that." Alice agreed, taking a sip of her drink.

Lebanon, Tennessee

Campers Café

6:31 a.m.

The Winchesters sat at a booth across from each other. They had just gotten done with a poltergeist case a few miles back. Sam was absorbed in his laptop, eyes scanning countless news stories for anything that might be their kind of thing. Dean, of course, was thoroughly enjoying his breakfast. After a few minutes, Sam spotted a story that looked relatively promising. He finally pulled his eyes away from the computer screen only to see his brother start in on another plate.

"Dean, that's your third bacon and cheese platter." Sam observed, giving his brother a look.

"Hey, a guy's gotta eat. That poltergeist was one hell of a case, I'm starved." Dean replied, mouth full.

Sam sighed slightly and shook his head. His food sat half-eaten beside his laptop. He just wasn't feeling that hungry this morning, not with all the crap that had gone down in the past few months.

"Find anything?" Dean asked after a moment.

"Yeah, actually. Demarest, West Virginia. Some local kids went missing a week ago. One of them was a witness, and the police are deeming him 'unreliable.'"

"Lemme guess...he told some wackjob story to the cops?"

Sam nodded.

"Idiot." Dean muttered, shaking his head. The cops never believed anything remotely strange, even if it was staring them in the face. "What'd he say?"

"That a man materialized out of nowhere and axed this girl Isabel. She's one of the people that are listed missing."

"Another poltergeist?" Dean asked, sounding exasperated.

"Looks like it. But get this- the witness said that this all happened at a place outside of town called 'Wellon's Lunatic Asylum.' It's been abandoned since 1903."

"So they went in for some kicks and never came out...anything else?"

Sam seemed focused on the screen, scrolling slowly as he read up on the place. "Yeah...this place has a nasty history."

"Awesome. Let's get a move on, we got a drive ahead of us." Dean waved to the waitress for the check.

Parkersburg, Ohio

2:56 p.m.

Alice stuffed her handgun in the bag along with some other odds and ends. They had finally gotten a lead. It had taken all night, but, with some persuasion in the form of cash, their hunter 'friends' from out of town had clued them in on a pretty little number not far from where they were. According to the info, this was a confirmed poltergeist case that involved an century-old abandoned asylum. Mel was all for it, of course, she loved that sort of thing. Alice, however, got the creeps from old places like that. She didn't even like regular hospitals, let alone abandoned ones for the mentally unwell.

Zipping up her bag, she slung it over her shoulder and walked out of her bedroom, starting down the stairs. "Mel hurry it up!" she called.

A rush of footsteps sounded in the hall, followed by a protest on Alice's part as Mel rushed down the steps, squeezing past her to grab the car keys before she could.

"I'm driving!" Mel declared happily, wiggling the keys slightly before heading out the front door.

Alice rolled her eyes, smiling a little. Mel may be three years older than her, but she sure didn't act like it. Sometimes it felt like Alice was the older sister, not the other way around. As she locked the front door behind her, she took one last look at the place. 'We'll be back soon.' she promised to herself.

After the tragedy that got them into the hunting life, they had moved here. They hardly ever worked a case far from home, and when they did, Alice always looked forward to going back afterward, where life seemed relatively normal. When she made it to the car, a dusty old red 2002 Toyota Camry, she threw her bag into the back seat before getting in the passenger side of the car.

Mel smiled, looking excited. "This is gonna be fun." she commented as Alice buckled up.

"Yeah, just don't kill us." Alice teased.

"You and I both know I drive better than you, little sissy." Mel countered, starting the car.

"Uhuh, whatever. Just drive." Alice was smiling as she turned on the radio to a good pop station, singing along to 'Walk Away' by Kelly Clarkson.

Mel chimed in not soon after.

Demarest, West Virginia

The Emerald Ship Inn

4:05 p.m.

"How's the research coming?" Dean asked Sam nonchalantly as he cleaned out his handgun.

Sam looked out of it for a second, absorbed in what he was reading before registering what Dean said. He shrugged slightly, then nodded. "Pretty good, actually. They have this site totally built around it. Apparently, it's considered a historical landmark."

"Which explains why they haven't torn the damn thing down yet." Dean added.

Sam was quiet for a moment, thinking. "This guy, Doctor John Wellons...I think he's our poltergeist. Judging by the witness' description of the man that attacked him and his history with the place-" he stopped, glancing at the screen again. "Man this is messed up.."

"What?" Dean looked away from his gun, suddenly interested.

"It says here that Wellons made house calls. He'd bring people he thought 'vulnerable to mental illness' and test them."

"Yeah, so?"

"So in 1891, there was an outbreak of mental illness. According to this, all the people afflicted had just recently went to the asylum for a checkup and been deemed mentally stable. Dean, this guy had to of been drugging them or something."

"There a list of vics?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, they have a list of patients right here. Looks like most of them were young females."

"Dude...that's just nasty."

"Tell me about it." Sam sighed. "That would explain why he went for Isabel...and it would also explain why the witness was the only on to survive. He was the only guy in the group."

Dean nodded. "Makes sense. How'd the pedogeist die?"

Sam shook his head. "He went missing in 1893, shortly before the place caught fire." He looked up at his brother. "You think he's still in the place?"

"I'd think so. The patients probably ganked him and stuffed his body somewhere like that case back at that asylum in Illinois."

"Yeah. Well it's early still. We have time to question the witness about this whole deal."

Dean sighed slightly. "I hate those monkey suits."