The next morning, Sam, Dean and Carmen were up before the sun rose. The three of them scarfed down breakfast in Bobby's kitchen, packed up their things, and loaded up the Impala.

"Should we wake Bobby?" Sam asked Dean as they threw their bags into the trunk.

"Nah, he knows we're leaving. We'll call him once we get some more info on whatever it is we're up against. And speaking of the job, man, I don't know about this one. It's not like anything we've ever been up against before. You know, an angry spirit usually follows one person, or haunts one place. A creature wreaks havoc, sure, but it's always for a purpose. These families are all unconnected…I can't see a purpose in any of this."

"Yea, I know, it's like the purpose is just death and destruction. I guess we'll find out more when we get there."

"If we ever get there. Where the hell is Carmen?"

At that moment, Bobby's garage door creaked slowly open and Dean and Sam were greeted with the purr of a motor. It was barely even enough to wake Bobby. Then they were blinded by a single white headlight.

"No friggin' way," Dean snarled. But Carmen was already zooming past them, clad in a sleek, jet-black motorcycle helmet, a skin-tight black leather jacket, and biker boots.

Dean cursed. "Sam! Get in the car." Sam grinned. "NOW!" Dean was pissed, but Sam found the whole encounter hilarious.

They arrived at a motel in Shelby in less than two hours, with Carmen racing her beloved newly fixed up bike and Dean speeding along behind her. He was still furious when he followed her into the parking lot.

"Good ride?" She asked while whipping off her helmet and shaking out her hair.

"Carmen, what the hell are you doing? Do you even remember what happened last time you were on that thing?"

"Dean, unclench. The only reason it crashed before was because something was chasing me. It's perfectly fine now."

"Don't tell me it's fine after I saw you nearly die on it!" Dean cried. The crash that had almost totaled Carmen's bike was also the crash that almost totaled her. She had been chasing a werewolf when the creature suddenly turned around and tried to jump her, causing her to swerve, loose control of the bike, and ride it straight into the side of a cliff. The crash broke practically half of her body. If Dean and Sam hadn't been just behind her in the Impala, she wouldn't have made it out alive…or human.

"Just go check in." She ordered bitterly. She turned to place her helmet on the bike when she saw Sam out of the corner of her eye, leaning against the Impala and staring at her tight motorcycle jacket.

She pushed her hair over her shoulder and shot him a glare, which he didn't see, because his eyes where staring nowhere near her face.

"Excuse me," she spat at him. He jumped as if he had just been pinched. She rolled her eyes, and pushed her bike towards a safe parking space, but smirked when she knew Sam couldn't see.

When they were all unpacked in their motel room and Carmen had called for an extra bed, they headed off (all three of them riding in the Impala) to speak to the fifth family's only survivor. Her name was Jenna, and she was staying in an apartment a few blocks from her home since the incident.

"Nice building." Carmen commented as they walked up to heavy green front door.

Dean rang the bell for Jenna's apartment. "Who is it?" They heard a girly voice on the intercom ask.

Carmen made a noise in the back of her throat. "She sounds blond." She mumbled.

"Ms. Masters?" Dean said. "We're with the Shelby police department, we'd like to ask you some questions about-"

But before he could finish, Jenna had buzzed them in. Dean raised his eyebrows at Sam and Carmen. "Must be my sultry, persuasive voice. Makes women want to invite me to their place." He winked. Carmen smacked the back of his head.

When they reached Jenna Masters' apartment, she had the door ajar and was waiting for them. "Come in," she said with a sad smile. Carmen was right; she was very blond.

"Ms. Masters, we're sorry to bother you at such difficult time. We just wanted to ask,"

"Ask a few questions about what happened the night my family died." She finished Dean's sentence for him. "Yeah, I know. Everyone's been wanting to know about that. The media, the inspectors, the insurance company…So I don't really care who you are. Ask whatever you want." She sat on the couch by the window and crossed her legs casually, looking straight into Dean's eyes.

Sam and Carmen exchanged glances. This wasn't the usual greeting that came with bombarding someone with questions about dead family members. That was usually a subject that victims would rather avoid.

"Well, uh, we just want to know what happened that night. What you saw, if you saw anything strange…?"

"Strange? I saw my entire families guts spilling out onto the floor, so yeah, that was pretty strange."

"I'm sorry," Dean mumbled. "Maybe, if you could just take me through the events of that night." He fixed her with a sympathetic look, but Carmen thought she saw something more than sympathy there.

Jenna sighed. "I heard a weird noise from my bedroom, like a door being slammed a little too hard. It was late, and I knew my parents and my brother had gone to bed. I went downstairs to check it out, but everything looked fine. I filled up a glass of water,"

"When you went downstairs," Carmen interrupted. "Did you smell anything funny? Maybe like rotten eggs?" If it was a spirit, there would have been a sulfur residue.

Jenna looked confused and annoyed that Carmen had interrupted. "No." She answered shortly. "And I'm pretty sure whatever my mom had rotting in the kitchen has nothing to do with the case." Carmen was about to shoot this girl a nasty retort, but she bit her lip. Jenna had been through a lot.

"Sorry," she said through gritted teeth. "Go on."

"So I was walking up the stairs when I noticed my parents door was left open. They always slept with the door closed, so I went to shut it for them, and saw a pool of my father's blood on the floor. Went to wake my mother, but saw the same thing; a pool of her blood surrounding her. I didn't know what to do, so I ran into my brother's room, only to find him slaughtered as well. There was so much blood, it looked like he could have drowned in it."

"That's horrifying," Dean said sympathetically.

"Yeah, well, you asked." Jenna stared out the window, and Carmen stared at her. She heard Dean ask a few more questions, but she wasn't listening. She had zoned in on Jenna's face. The whole time she was speaking about her recently deceased family, not a tear had touched her eye.

"Freedom?" Carmen heard Dean ask as he picked up a flyer from a coffee table in the corner. "That's a club up on Buffalo Avenue, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'm meeting a friend there tonight." She got up and crossed the room to stand next to Dean, taking the flyer from his hand. She was a little too close for Carmen's comfort. "Why do you ask?"

Dean shook his head. "No reason," he said. "I think that's all we need, Ms. Masters."

"Jenna. Call me Jenna." She flashed him a smile.

"Jenna. Thank you for your time." And they left.

"That poor girl," Dean said as they reached the Impala. "To wake up and find your whole family like that…"

"I can't even imagine," said Sam with a glance at Carmen. They locked eyes for a quick moment.

Carmen kept her mouth shut, but she knew there was something going on with Jenna Masters. "Dean," she asked when they were on the road. "What was that flyer you picked up?"

"It was for a club called Freedom." He said as he drove back to their motel. "I remember reading that one of men that got killed, a father, owned that club. Maybe there's some connection; we should check it out tonight."

"I agree. But first I want to speak with some of the other victims. See what they're like and how they're coping."

"Since when are you concerned with how the victims are coping?" Dean inquired. "That doesn't sound like you."

"Trust me, I'm not concerned. But it's important." She wanted to know if the other survivors spoke about their deceased families with the same callousness that Jenna had. Dean sped towards the motel.

"Jenna seemed to be coping pretty well." He observed.

"Yeah, not many vics will flirt with an investigator quite as much as Jenna did."

"What?" Dean said, outraged. "She wasn't flirting with Sam at all!"

"I meant you, jackass." Carmen rolled her eyes.

"Oh," he said. "Well, that's just cause I'm so irresistible."

"Really laying on thick today, huh Dean." Carmen accused.

"I'm just-"

But she didn't want to hear it. As they pulled into the motel parking lot, she cut him off. "Look, I'm going to go speak to Kyle. His family was the first to be attacked. Sam, pick a vic, and go talk to them. Dean, you can go flirt with little miss coping some more, or you can help us out. I don't really care. Just meet back here by nightfall so we can get to that club."

She jumped out of the Impala and hopped on her bike, leaving Dean dumbfounded behind her. "Jeez, what bit her in the ass?"

Carmen returned to the motel hours later after she spoke to two of the survivors. Seeing them recount their experiences had been painful for her; they, unlike Jenna, had been taking the incident very hard. She felt drained, and going out to a nightclub was the last thing she wanted to do. She at least hoped Dean was over his douche-streak for the day.

She reached for her motel key as she approached the room, but Sam heard her on the other side of the door and let her in.

"Thanks," she mumbled as she stumbled through the threshold. "Where's Dean?"

"He went to see a vic. He chose one of the male ones. I think he felt a little guilty about this morning, even if he didn't know it."

"Mmmm," was all she managed. She sat down on the bed and stared at the small T.V., which was showing an old movie in black and white. "Get anything out of your vic?" She asked.

"Yeah, actually, I spoke to a girl named Lily. Told me she blacked out the night her family was murdered. Said she woke up the next morning at her friends house, and she didn't even remember finding her parents and siblings dead, or calling the police."

"What? Sam, that can't be…Kyle and the other vic, Alyssa, they said the exact same thing. Woke up the next morning not remembering the incident."

"I wonder if Dean's hearing the same thing right now from Robert."

Carmen got up to check John's journal, but upon rising, she swayed on the spot, her head spinning from exhaustion. She had gotten less than five hours of sleep in the past two nights.

"Carmen, are you alright?" Sam asked, concern lacing his voice. He got up and put a sturdy hand on the small of her back.

"Yeah," she said, shaking her head, "just a little tired." Sam nodded, and took his hand away, but he stayed hovering over her. She took another step and fell into his chest.

"Whoa," he caught her around her waist and helped her get her balance. He didn't take his hands off her waist this time.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled faintly.

"Carmen, look at me." She raised her eyes to his. He examined her. "You should take a nap or something before-"

"I'm not going to sleep, Sam," said Carmen in a warning tone.

"I really think you should try and get some sleep. It's going to be a long night."

"I can't!" She exclaimed a bit to forcefully.

Sam held on to her while he looked into her distressed eyes. His strong hands wrapped almost all the way around her thin middle. "Why not?" He asked softly.

For a moment, she just stared back at him, watching his eyes trace the scar on her cheek. Then she pushed his hands away and sat back down, and he knew he wasn't going to get an answer from her. She didn't want to make him angry, so she said, "so, this Jenna girl. I think there's something off about her."

"What do you mean?"

"Just, I don't know, there are so many things that throw me off. Like, did you hear her speaking about her family? Her dead family? It was as if she didn't even care that they were dead. Like she was being…I don't know, defensive about it or something. And since when does a vic want to go out to a bar?"

"I don't know. Maybe she just wants to forget, you know?"

"Mmm," she said again. Just then, Sam's phoned buzzed. He flipped it open and greeted whomever was on the other line, but Carmen wasn't listening. She stared once more at the black and white T.V. screen, pondering. Something about this girl just didn't add up. Something about all the cases didn't add up. All the other survivors they spoke to had blacked out the whole night their families were killed, yet Jenna remembered that night perfectly…

"Carmen? Carmen," Sam waved his hand in front of her face. She didn't respond. He shut off the bad TV and tried again.

"What?" Carmen's eyes finally focused on Sam. He looked concerned for a moment, but then he realized that daydreaming was normal Carmen behavior.

"You amazing, you know that? I don't get how you just zone out like that. It's like you leave this world altogether sometimes."

"I don't mean to," she said a bit defensively. "Sometimes I just need time to think…without you two chuckleheads disturbing the process."

"I didn't mean it as a bad thing. I'm envious. I wish I could zone out for a while sometimes. Get out of my own head." He sighed and sat down on the bed next to Carmen, his hands folded in his lap. Carmen studied him.

"Nightmares." Carmen whispered after a moment.

"Huh?"

"Nightmares. The reason I don't sleep. I always have terrible nightmares."

Sam's jaw hung open a bit as he scrutinized her. The look on her face made him wary; it looked as if just the mention of these nightmares terrified her. He didn't want to make her upset, but he couldn't help but ask her, "What are they about?" He turned his body towards her.

She shrugged. "Sometimes the job. Sometimes it's just images, disturbing ones, that are so clear and vivid…Sometimes it's horrible things happening to you or Dean. But not usually."

"What is it usually?"

She bit her lip and shook her head.

"Carmen. You can tell me."

She sighed shortly. "No, I can't. You won't understand, Sam."

"Why can't you trust me?"

"It's not about trust!" She stood up from the edge of the bed and was steady this time. "Look, I told you why I don't sleep. I told you, so just let it go, alright?"

"No, I can't just let it go. These nightmares, they're not like…like my kind of nightmares, right?"

"No, I'm not a freakin' psychic. They're mostly…memories. Memories that I wish I could forget, but I'll never be rid of." She turned her back to him so she could hide the pain she knew was evident on her face.

"They're memories from before, aren't they?" Sam studied her, but she wouldn't turn around to face him. They both knew that "before" meant before John had rescued her, before she had come to live with the Winchesters.

Carmen was frozen. Just the mention of her past sent shivers down her back. It was a time she never thought about if she could help it.

"Sam, I wish my life started the night John rescued me. I wish the first night I could remember was the first night I slept next to you. But there's so much more before that I just can't escape from."

"Maybe if you tell me about it-"

"Don't do that Sam." She whipped around to face him. "I know you're trying to help me, but that 'share your feelings' crap doesn't help. What will help is if we never talk about this again."

Sam opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Dean came through the door. It was obvious that he could sense the tension, because he said awkwardly, "Am I interrupting something?"

Carmen said, "No!" at the same time that Sam exclaimed, "Yes!"

She sighed. "What'd you find out from Robert?"

"Same thing you and Sam found. He blacked out during the entire thing." Dean still looked suspicious, as if he didn't quite believe that Sam and Carmen were over whatever he had interrupted. "I guess we're really lucky that Jenna remembers, at least that way we have something to go off of."

Carmen was about to tell Dean how stupid he was being in regards to this girl, but she bit her tongue. She wasn't going to convince Dean that something was weird about her, so why fight about it? She would just have to prove it herself.

"I think we need to meet her at that night club. See a little more of what she's about," she suggested

"Agreed." Dean said.

"Let's go then," Carmen made for the door, but Dean put a hand on her shoulder to stop her. She looked at him quizzically, a bit annoyed.

"It's a night club." Dean stated.

"Yeah…"

"You can't go to a night club dressed like that. You'll stick out like an angel in hell."

"Dean, I look fine!"

"Exactly. You need to look like you're a bad girl with Daddy issues who needs all the wrong kinds of attention." He reached into his duffel and threw a very tiny lump of clothes into Carmen's hands, then some into Sam's. Carmen had been too upset to notice what Dean was wearing when he came through the door, but now she certainly did. He was wearing dark jeans, a black button down shirt with sunglasses hanging off the front, and he'd gelled his hair.

Carmen thought he looked ridiculous.

Just like she was going to look in the skimpy outfit Dean had just thrown her.

"Change, I'll meet you in the car in 10. Oh, and Carmen? I got these for you, too." And he threw her a pair of six inch high stilettoes that looked like they belonged on a street corner.

Twenty minuets later, Carmen stepped out of the motel room into the cool night sporting a bright green, sparkling belly shirt and black shorts that were about a foot too short. She stumbled a bit on the stilettoes before Dean could catch her and help her steady herself.

"I got it," she mumbled as she pushed away from him. "You're not allowed to touch me while I have this much skin showing," she reprimanded.

"Please, I've seen you in less." Dean scoffed. Carmen shot him a death look, which she stifled as Sam came out of the motel. He was fixing his uncooperative hair as he locked their motel door when he saw Carmen and froze on the spot. He stared open-mouthed at her for a split second, then-

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Sam laughed as he took in Carmen's appearance. "You…look…hilarious!" He said between his laughter. She stumbled over on her heels and started punching any part of him that she could reach.

"Shut the HELL up, Sam!" She screeched.

"Alright, that's enough," Dean said as he picked Carmen up by the waist and practically threw her into the backseat of the Impala.

"I hate both of you!" She screeched as they got in the car and drove off to the nightclub.

Carmen felt ridiculous as she stepped out the Impala, but a little less so when they went into the bar. Every girl their was dressed just as slutty as she was, or more so. It was sickening.

"Let's just find Jenna and get out of here," she said over the pounding music.

"Way ahead of you," said Dean as he made his way through the crowd. Jenna was sitting at the bar by herself with a shot glass in hand. Carmen and Sam hung back to observe.

"Hey, Jenna!" Dean said with a smile when he reached her.

"Hey…Dean, right?"

"Yeah, that's right. I thought you said you were meeting a friend?"

"He decided not to show," she said with a sad glance over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Dean said softly.

"What?" Jenna asked. She couldn't hear him over the music.

"I said I'm sorry. Hey, maybe we can go outside, you know, to talk." Jenna looked up at him and shook her head in acquiescence.

On the far side of the club, Carmen's jaw dropped to the floor. "He's leaving with her already?"

"He really is good," Sam said, half impressed, half judgmental.

"He makes me sick." Carmen said with a scowl.

Dean and Jenna sat on the curb outside of the club. Their knees were up to their chests and Jenna was leaning conspicuously towards Dean.

"So, what happened to your friend?" Dean asked when they got outside.

Jenna shrugged. "He wasn't really a friend. I had just met him. But he heard I was the freak who's family just got murdered so…must have scared him off. I guess he thought I was going to be a weepy mess or something."

Dean nodded. "You seem to be coping really well, though. If you don't mind me asking…how is that?"

Another shrug. "Shit happens, you know? But life goes on. I miss my family, of course, but we weren't exactly the closest. Not that I would ever want anything like this to happen to them, I just…I'm not the type of person to let this stop me from living my life."

"Wow that's way too healthy for me." He smiled at her.

"What about you? What's your family like?"

"Actually, you met most of them the other day. The big goofy one was my brother Sam, and the little annoying one was Carmen."

"Carmen, is she your sister?"

Dean chuckled. "No, not exactly. She's…it's complicated."

"I can see that. Dean, after everything that's happened lately, I…" she sighed dramatically.

"What?" Dean prompted.

"It's nothing."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"I just…I find it hard to be alone, you know, at night. I get scared. Would it be okay if I…?"

"Hey baby, can I buy you a drink?"

"That won't be necessary," Sam spat at the muscular man hitting on Carmen. He steered her away from the dance floor where they had a good view of Dean and Jenna on the curb and over to the bar.

"This place is pretty loud, wanna get outta here where we can get to know each other?" Another man at the bar said drunkenly to Carmen.

"She's not going anywhere." Sam was getting more and more frustrated by the second. "Carmen, how the hell am I supposed to keep an eye on Dean and Jenna if all I'm doing is keeping you away from the wolves?"

"I blame Dean. If he hadn't made me put on this stupid outfit we would be able to…" She trailed off. "Sam, where'd they go?"

Sam's eyes snapped up to the place where Dean and Jenna were sitting out on the curb, but they were no longer there. Sam and Carmen immediately got up and went outside, Carmen making sure the knife that was tied to her thigh was still in place. She scanned the street, but Dean was nowhere to be found.

"The Impala's gone," Carmen said. "He wouldn't have just left us here!" She whipped out her cell phone, her heart pounding frantically against her chest. "He didn't leave a message," she mumbled breathlessly as Sam called out his name into the crowded street. She hit Dean's speed dial number and waited. It seemed like every ring lasted for eternity.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "Come ON, Dean!"

"Yeah?" Dean's deep voice finally answered.

"Dean, where the hell are you, are you okay?" She screeched.

"I'm fine, I'm at the motel." He replied. "Bring it down an octave, Carmen."

Carmen laughed breathlessly in relief. Normally she would be furious, but she was too relieved that he was alright. "Sam, he's okay!" She yelled to a still frantic Sam. "Dean, you scared the crap out of me, why the hell did you leave?"

"Jenna wasn't feeling well, so I brought her back here."

Carmen froze. Pure fury erupted in her stomach at this. Her face grew hot, and she narrowed her eyes at Sam, not really seeing him. She only saw red. Her voice shook as she spoke. "What?" She said darkly into the receiver. She could barely speak intelligibly. "You left us here, freaking stranded, to take her back to our motel room?"

"Carmen, relax, I can come pick you up now."

"Don't bother." And she snapped her phone shut. Without looking at Sam, she hailed a cab.

Carmen burst though the motel room door, Sam on her heels, and Dean knew he had pushed her too far this time. She threw down her bag and stepped so close to Dean that she was nose to nose with him.

"Do you have any idea how terrified I was? How could you just leave like that, without even telling us, when you know-"

"I left a freaking message on Sam's phone!" He bellowed over her. "So don't tell me I left without telling you!"

"It was my fault," Jenna interjected. "I didn't feel well, don't blame Dean-"

"Shut up!" Carmen yelled as she whipped around to face her. She pointed a finger at her accusingly. "This is none of you business, so you should just leave!"

"Carmen!" Dean bellowed.

"Dean, it's okay," Jenna said softly.

"Don't you dare speak to him like you own him, you've known him for two days-!"

"I was just trying to-"

"Well don't, because it doesn't matter what you say, I haven't believed a word that's come out of your mouth once yet!"

"Carmen, outside!" Dean ordered over all the commotion. Carmen crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. When she made no move, Dean pushed her out the door into the cool night. She locked her jaw and stared at him heatedly.

"What is your problem?" He scolded. She said nothing, just shot daggers at him with those big brown eyes. "She just lost her whole family; she's a victim, you can't treat her like that!"

"She's not a victim, why can't you see that? She should be a suspect Dean! Do you think it's a coincidence that she's the only one who remembers that night, who remembers what happened? I don't trust her, Dean, and neither should you!"

"Well I do! You don't know her, you've barely even spoken to her!"

"I know enough."

They stared each other down, neither one willing to break.

"Carmen, you know what?" Dean exclaimed. "You can either fix your attitude problem, or you can leave!"

Carmen's jaw dropped. Leave? Had he just told her to leave? Never, in all the years they had been together, since she was eleven years old, has he ever told her to leave. They've had worse fights than this, even, but they always settled it somehow. Even in those two years without Sam to mediate, they had always worked it out. But now…

She covered the pain on her face by marching back into the motel room, grabbing her duffel bag and her helmet without looking at Sam or Jenna, getting on her bike, and speeding off.

Dean watched Carmen until her bike rounded the corner. As soon as he had let those words slip out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. He didn't regret their fight; he still stood by Jenna, and Carmen was acting like a bitch, but he didn't really want her to leave. Sam was going to be pissed.

He slowly made his way back into the motel room, not wanting to face his brother. He walked in nonchalantly, sat down at the shabby table in the corner, and started flipping through pages of John's journal, not really comprehending what he was seeing.

"Dean," Sam said darkly. "Where is she?" Dean looked up, and his brother was looking askance at him. He shook his head and cleared his throat.

"She, uh…she left."

"She left?" Sam said incredulously.

"Yeah, she got on her bike and booked it." He couldn't hold his brother's gaze.

"What did you say to her, Dean?" He asked accusingly. Dean said nothing, but stopped flipping through the various pages. Sam sighed in frustration. "You know, Dean, I haven't said a word through this whole debate. I was trying to let you two work it out, but…I didn't think you'd go this far." Sam grabbed the keys to the Impala and went after Carmen.

Dean sighed deeply as his brother slammed the door behind him. He put his face in his hands and pushed his palms to his eyes so all he saw was black.

"Dean, I'm really sorry." Jenna whispered hesitantly. "I didn't mean to cause a riff between you and your family…"

"It's not your fault. Carmen's just really hot-headed. Always has been. She'll come around."

"If you don't mind me asking…what's her story? You said before that you travel around the country, going from place to place…how did she end up with you and your brother?"

"It's kind of a long story…and to tell you the truth, I only know part of it. Carmen is the toughest person I know."

"She's kind of intimidating," Jenna commented softly.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, she can be downright scary sometimes. Scares the crap out of me…" He glanced over at the door, as if he expected her to come through it at any moment. "Sam's the only one who knows exactly how to handle her."

"What's the deal with them? Are they dating?"

Dean laughed and shook his head. "I don't know if I would call it 'dating'. They…it's complicated, although it's really the simplest thing in the world. I guess you could say they're 'in love', but I wouldn't really call it that either. They're just…connected. Like they know that no matter what happens, they'll always come back to each other. It doesn't matter where they are in the world, they'll always be…I don't know, together. It's been that way since the day they met. He always knows exactly what she's thinking, and she needs him, but he needs her, too. It's deeper than anything… There was two years when Sam went off to college. He met this girl there and was 'dating' her. But he was still with Carmen. He didn't see her, he didn't speak to her, he wasn't physically with her, but they just have this…supernatural bond somehow. I don't really believe in all that 'soul mates' crap, but if I did…"

"It looks to me like you know how Sam feels about her. Do I detect, maybe, a hint of envy?"

Dean scoffed. "No, definitely not. Carmen's like my little sister. It's not like that with us."

"So, those two years when Sam was away. It was just you and her, right? You guys never…"

Dean cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject.

Carmen's foot tapped as The Band blared from her headphones. She was sitting at the local library computer, researching as much as she could. It was her natural fallback; John had taught her well. It was late, and the library was dark, deserted, and most definitely closed, but Carmen had found her way in anyway, hoping that no one would find her there. The heels that Dean had bought her were hung on the back of her chair, and Sam's sweatshirt, which he had left in her duffel bag, covered her skimpy belly shirt. She was quietly humming to herself when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as she jumped a foot in the air and ripped her headphones form her ears. She whipped around to see Sam's gigantic frame looking down at her. "What the hell are you trying to do, give me and aneurism? Your brother tried pretty hard before; one of you might actually succeed one of these days." She turned, exasperated, back to the computer screen, which was the only source of light in the room. It gave Carmen's face an eerie glow.

Sam sighed. It was obvious that she was upset; he knew that she was pushing him away because she didn't know how else to handle being this distressed. "Carmen, I just came to make sure you're alright." She didn't look away from the computer. "I'm sorry about Dean. He didn't mean whatever stupid thing he said to you this time-"

"He told me to leave, Sam. He's never said that to me that before. We've had our fights, sure, more intensely than you know, more than you and John even…but never once did he tell me to leave." She was too agitated to even see what was on the screen in front of her, but she didn't want to look at Sam, so she turned back to her research.

Sam shook his head, angry with his brother for being so reckless. "He didn't mean it, and you know that."

"It doesn't matter! Don't you see what's going on? That Jenna girl is manipulating him! She hasn't been around him three days and already she's getting him to turn against his own family, to go against everything that he knows! She blinding him, Sam, and I don't know how to stop it!" She put her head in her hands. "I feel like I'm loosing him and I don't know how to stop it."

"So then we need proof. We need to figure out who or what she is and we need to show Dean hard proof, something he can't deny."

"We?" Carmen looked at him hopefully. "You agree with me?"

"Of course I do."

She laughed in relief. Then, she actually got up and put her arms around him. Sam was shocked, but hugged her back. "Carmen, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just thought I was alone in this." She pulled away and smacked him on the arm. "Why didn't you say this sooner?"

"I thought you knew!" He said as he flinched away from her.

"You could have helped me when Dean and I were arguing," she said accusingly.

"It didn't seem like you needed help." Sam chuckled, and despite herself, Carmen grinned.

"I'm just happy to have someone on my side," she said.

"But that still leaves us with a problem." Sam sighed. "How do we convince Dean?"

"Actually, I think I found something." Carmen sat back down in front of the computer, and Sam pulled a chair next to her. "I was researching demonic possessions. Obviously we know about The Demon, but what about the rest of them? Where do they come from, what do they want, why are they here? Well I found out that demons come from hell, but they need to manifest in a human body to be able to do anything substantial, besides, like, float around through the air. I think maybe Jenna is a demon, or at least being possessed by one. Look," Carmen scrolled down the page on the computer and highlighted a passage that Sam read aloud.

"See? People who have been possessed say they don't remember large chucks of time, like they blacked out. That's why the other victims don't remember the night their families were killed, because this demon, the same one that's now inside Jenna, was possessing them!"

"So, you think that the victims were the ones who killed their own families? That's..." Sam trailed off with an outraged look on his face.

"Well, they physically killed them, yes, but they didn't know what they were doing. And for some reason, the demon stayed inside Jenna, and that's why she can remember everything. It's still possessing her! Sam, I think there's an innocent girl trapped inside her own body…"

"Are there any other indications of demonic possession?" Sam asked.

Carmen nodded. "They have black eyes, they flinch at the name of God, and holy water will burn them."

"So why is this demon still possessing Jenna? Why hasn't it moved on to the next family yet?"

Carmen bit her lip. She had a theory, but she was afraid to tell Sam. "I don't know. I do know that we don't have enough proof yet to convince Dean of anything."

"It seems like she's trying to get him to like her, trying to cause a us to turn against each other."

"Well, it's working." Carmen said dejectedly.

"We just have to find proof," Sam said as he stared out the big glass windows.

"How are we going to do that, exactly?" Carmen asked cynically.

"We follow her until we see something."

Carmen nodded. She sighed and reached for her keys, but Sam swiped them first. She raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.

"I get the bike," he said with a sly grin as he threw Carmen the keys to the Impala.