A/N: Hey everyone! This one took a while to get out because of college starting and everything, but now I'll be able to write faster since I have a lot of time between classes to kill so I can write! :)

The OCs personalities come out a little more in this chapter, but they really get going in the next one, which will be one of the most interesting chapters, I think. 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.

The Emerald Ship Inn

5:34 a.m.

Sam opened the door to the motel room, just getting back after his morning walk. He had only gotten a couple of hours of sleep last night and too much was weighing on his mind to try and fall back asleep. Yawning slightly, he turned on the lights and opened the curtains to wake Dean up. He was still sprawled out on the bed, out cold.

"Dean." Sam said loudly, tossing a pillow at him.

"Wha-?" Dean opened his eyes, squinting at his brother. "What the hell man, what time is it?"

"Little past five thirty. I thought we could hit the breakfast buffet then head over to the local library to do some more research."

"Five thirty? Why do we even need to be up this early?"

"Because, Dean, you take forever to eat breakfast. Plus the library here has an archive that houses a lot of the local families' records. I think we need to look into this Wellons guy some more."

"Well that's just awesome." Dean said sarcastically, rubbing his face slightly before easing out of bed.

"Dude how late were you even out last night?"

"I dunno...two..maybe three. I don't remember, man I passed out as soon as I got in. Where'd you run off to?"

"I went for a walk and then came back to the room." Sam said simply, shrugging.

"You and your walks..." Dean muttered, starting to get dressed.

"Well I wasn't about to stay and watch you drool over that girl you were talking to."

"Do I hear jealousy, Sammy?"

"Shut up."

Dean looked at his brother, making a face. "Bitch."

"Jerk."

Porter's Motel

6:57 a.m.

"So what's the plan?" Alice asked Mel as she watched her leaf through the local newspaper they had bought at a gas station in town.

"We should split up. This case looks pretty complicated, so getting the researching part over with sooner would be best." Mel replied, eyes still scanning the paper.

Alice nodded. "That way we could head to the asylum tonight and get this done with."

"Exactly. Okay..." Mel closed the paper and set it on the table. "I'll go talk to that Andrew kid, you head over to the library and see if you can dig anything up on Wellons."

"Sounds good. When should we meet back?"

Mel glanced at the bedside clock. "Around one, I'd say."

"Then we could get some lunch."

"Yeah. Call if you get any leads." Mel headed to the door, putting on her sunglasses and grabbing the car keys. Andrew's house was further outside of town, while the library was only a few blocks away- Alice wouldn't be needing a lift.

"You too." Alice replied as she heard the door shut.

Packing a quick bag with some books she had brought, along with a recent local newspaper, she cast one final glance at the hotel room before leaving.

"What was it you said you needed?" the young librarian at the counter asked. She was obviously new, probably some high school student working a part-time job, which put luck on Alice's side. This girl would be easy to trick into giving her information if she needed to.

"A family record file. Wellons." Alice replied, smiling. "I'm a student at the local college, we're doing this family history project. We were allowed to pick any family, but I thought, hey- why not go local, y'know?"

"Oh, totally, I know. Wellons, you said? Isn't that the family that own the old asylum?" she asked.

Alice nodded. "Yeah. I love old stuff like that."

"Good taste. I'll be right back with it for you." She turned and headed into the back room where all libraries kept their records. As soon as she disappeared into the doorway, Alice's phone buzzed in her pocket. She took it out and flipped it open, hitting the talk button and quickly bringing it up to her ear.

"Something up?" she asked immediately.

"We've got company. Other hunters in town. When I asked Andrew if I could ask him questions he told me that he had already been interviewed. I dug deeper and turns out they asked all the routine questions." Mel replied, sounding serious.

"Great." Alice sighed. "Wait, how'd you dig deeper?"

"Does it matter? I got the answers we needed."

"It matters, Mel, what did you do?" she asked warily, partly scared she might have done something to the poor boy.

"I told some bullshit story, okay? Calm down. Anyway, we can't let these hunters get any more information. This is our hunt."

"I'll take care of it."

"Okay. I'll interview the kid some more, see if there's anything he's keeping a secret. Seeya at one."

The call ended and Alice glanced around her, eyes scanning everyone. None of them looked like the hunter type, but then again, neither did she at a quick glance. Other than the occasional scarring on her arms, legs, and torso from some closes calls, she looked pretty normal- it was her eyes that gave away her hardship. 'Eyes are the windows to the soul, after all. In that case, I should get out of here.' She reasoned. Her mind was called back out of her thoughts when the girl came back with a dusty folder.

"Here ya go- Wellons family file. Took me a bit to find it, but here it is."

"Thank you. Hey, I really have to go I'm running late for a class and I don't have time to copy this...think I could take it with me and return it tomorrow?" She put on her best desperate college student face.

"Uh...well these aren't supposed to leave the building.."

"I know...okay I'll just- I'll just take the grade I don't have another choice. Thanks anyway." She turned to leave, but not too quickly because she knew what was coming next.

"No, wait. Don't do that. Here, take it with you and bring it back first thing tomorrow. And I mean first thing tomorrow. I might get fired for this."

"Thank you so much, you are a lifesaver! Here take this, it's the least I can do after you saving my ass." Alice rummaged in her pocket and pulled out a twenty, handing to the girl.

"Thanks, I know how things can be with deadlines. Good luck!"

With a wave goodbye, Alice tucked the folder under her arm and headed for the exit quickly, turning to go back to the hotel. She carefully placed the folder in the bag she had brought so if she did pass the hunters on the way back, thy wouldn't notice anything suspicious. A rush of anger stirred inside of her. Other hunters annoyed her more than naught, they never knew when to mind their own business. Some of them were even dangerous to the point that if you messed with their kill, they'd kill you- or use you as bait. She had heard stories and the moral of every one was that other hunters were bad news.

Her thoughts returned to the girl at the library. 'She leads such an simple life. I'd take high school drama and homework any day over this.' she thought, feeling a slight pang of resentment toward her.

'Some people have it so easy...At least now those hunters won't be able to get a hold of this. Sucks for them.'

Demarest Public Library

7:22 a.m.

"What's the matter, Sammy? Looks like someone stuck a stick up your ass." Dean commented as they walked in.

"Oh well gee, I don't know, Dean maybe it's because you took an hour to eat at the hotel before chatting up some girl there for another fifteen minutes. I mean c'mon, man, we're working a job here!" Sam replied, exasperatedly moving his arms as he talked.

Dean shrugged. "Hey, she was good-lookin'...and she gave me some info on the asylum so it wasn't all fun and games."

"Oh yeah? What'd she say, that the place was haunted? That's brand new information." The sarcasm in his voice was enough to make Dean raise an eyebrow.

"No, she told me that Dr. Perv just didn't decide to become a doctor out of the blue, it was because of his previous history. Like, the dude was crazy."

Sam's eyebrows raised, obviously impressed that Dean wasn't making things up. "Crazy as in...mental illness?"

"The guy was off the deep end but he got help for it, which is why he wanted to become a doctor himself."

"It makes sense...so if Wellons was already insane once, he could of regressed back to his old mindset on the job and started drugging those women."

"Like I said, the guy's a real pedo."

"Let's see what else we can find on him. The family's file should be here." He reached the front desk and made eye contact with the young blonde behind the counter. "Excuse me, I'd like to see the Wellons family file-"

"You doing a project or something? For the college?" she interrupted.

"Uh...yeah, I need it pretty bad so it'd be great if I could see it."

"Sorry the Wellons' file is currently out. I think your project partner picked it up earlier, I let her have it until tomorrow."

Sam was surprised for a moment, then went along with it. "Oh yeah, she probably did, she's always doing that. Did she take anything else out? I don't want to waste my time looking for the stuff she already has.."

"No, I think that was it. She seemed pretty rushed. Said she was late for class."

"Okay thanks." he said, smiling at the girl before turning to walk toward where Dean stood, his expression immediately changing to a serious one. "Someone's here, Dean. Another hunter. She lent the file to a girl who said she was doing a college project. Sound familiar to you?"

"Yeah, it sounds like every other excuse we've used when getting info on these sons o' bitches. She say anything else?"

"Just that she skipped out pretty fast. Apparently she was late for something."

"Or just trying to get the jump on us. From what it sounds like, she probably knows that we're here and went through the trouble of screwing us over. What a bitch..."

"She didn't take anything else though, so we're ahead there. I say we just keep researching and head over the asylum tonight to get it over with, maybe beat her there."

"Maybe...either way, she's goin' down."