Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me. Neither does the Metallicar. If they did, they wouldn't drive around as often as they do and that car would be a lot dirtier. I just got my box set the other day, while I was away. Maybe they come with it.

Warning/s: OFC, language

Author's Note: Sorry about the long wait. My computer is back! Yay! And I put all my important documents on a USB pen! Double yay! Also, I had a lot of assignments and test I had to study for. Now for some good news for me, but bad new for you guys. I'm on holidays! Bout bloody time too. I'm in another town and everything. Now, bad news for all of us: I have an assignment, so I won't get much typing done. Well, that's all for now, that I can think of. Enjoy the story, if it's not too crappy. Constructive criticism is good, but flames never helped anyone. I have no beta, just my lovely self and a spell check.

Later on, the Winchesters were sitting at a table, in the bar; looking at what information they've got so far.

"All these papers are about a witch." Sam tells Dean.

Dean murmurs something that Sam can't hear.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing."

"Okay then." Sam looks at his brother skeptically. "The witch's name was Fyffe JeJuna (A/N: Like my name:P) and she was burned at the stake here in Salem, where she lived. Someone betrayed her, but that's all I got so far. I guess I will have to go get the laptop from the car and research some more."

"No shit Captain Obvious."

"What is up with you tonight Dean? You've been like this ever since we left that hotel room."

"Oh, I wonder what's going on." Dean starts sarcastically.

"Nothing. Happened. Why can't you get that through your thick head?"

Dean sneezes. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm allergic to bullshit."

"Why won't you believe me?"

"Because I saw..." Then Dean stopped himself, before he incriminated himself.

"What Dean? What do you think you saw?"

"I saw the way you were holding her. The 'I love you and everything is going to be alright' hug. I taught you that hug. Then you came out half an hour later."

"Do you have a problem with me liking her?" Sam asks Dean, not completely untruthfully.

"N-n-no." Dean stutters. "It's more the whole you not telling me thing."

"If I told you, you would have teased the hell outta me."

"So...?" Sam just sighs and walks away to go get the laptop. "What? What did I say?"

Just as Sam is out of sight, Dean sees Ella, but she doesn't see him. Dean is deciding whether or not he should catch her attention, but she moves away before he can decide. Dean is interested in what she's doing here so he watches her. She makes her way over to the bar and starts to talk to a man.

They've been talking for couple of minutes when Sam comes back with the laptop. He starts to talk to Dean, but he shushes him.

"What's going on?" The youngest asks.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"

"Yes. Ella is talking to a man, which is quite within her rights."

"Yeah I know, but he just gave her a necklace."
"What's your point?"

"I've seen the necklace before somewhere, but I can't think where."

"Well ask her yourself."

"I can't Sammy; I don't want to get her involved if I can help it."

"You already have by telling her about us."

"I mean more then necessary."

"Well, we should stop talking about her because here she comes."

Turns out Sam was correct. Ella had finished talking to the man and spotted them, so she thought she would come over to say hi.

"Hi." Says Ella. "Can I sit down?"

"Sure." Sam answers her. Dean won't look at her.

"Thanks." She flashes a smile and Sam smiles back, but Dean still isn't looking at her.

Sam clears his throat. "Shall I go and get some drinks then? Beer?" Dean grunts his agreement.

"Yeah, thanks. I'll pay." Ella hands Sam some money and he walks off.
Dean and Ella have been sitting at the table for a couple of minutes when Ella bursts out.
"What is wrong with you! You haven't said a word to me since I've gotten here!"
Dean just sits there in silence, ignoring her.
"Answer me damn it!"
Dean glares at her and says "You are the dumbest smart person I've ever met."
"What!"
"How can you not know what's wrong. You seem to be able to tell when I'm lying, so tell me what's wrong."
Ella just stares into space for a little until…
"You are the dumbest dumb person I've ever met! How can you even think that? I'm not that kind of girl. I swear! Now drop that dumb ass idea that you have and cry me a river then build a bridge and get over it because you need some structure in your life!" Ella said this with such sincerity that with just one look into her eyes and Dean believed her instantly.
"I'm such a dumb ass."
"Yeah, I know you are." Ella smirks.
At that moment, Sam comes back.
"Perfect timing...wait! I don't even know your names." She starts laughing. "How 'bout we play a little game of getting to know each other?"
"Sounds good to me." Sam replies.
"As long as I can get to know you even better tonight." Dean tells her. Sam shakes his head but smiles to himself, glad that Dean is back to his old self.
Ella just rolls her eyes. "I'll go first. What are your names? Gotta keep to the basics."
"I'm Dean and this is Sammy."
"It's just Sam. Where are you from?"
"I'm all the way from Bargara, Australia."
"I knew it! I thought all the girls over there had blonde hair." Dean tells her.
"That's a bloody atrocious stereotype."
"A what?" Dean asks.
"It means that it's a terrible grouping." Sam tells his big brother.
"Just 'cause you know big words College Boy."
Ella laughs. Dean smiles. "Alright, my question. Where are you guys from?"
"Lawrence, Kansas."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Dean smirks because he thought he asked her an insulting question.
"No I don't. You offering?" Ella replies straight away and smirks right back at him. "Oh snap! You are so whipped." She laughs as she remembers the inside joke.
And so it goes on like this for a couple of hours, with no-one going near the topic of family.

Author's Note: Well, that's it. I know the wait probably wasn't worth it, but at least it's here. So, what happened in her past? Tell me your theories through reviews or messaging or whatever. But I'm not holding my breath. I might turn blue and die. I was thinking I would do a sequel and tell you then what happened in her past then. Mua-ha-ha-ha. I'm so evil. Also, I only have 2 pre-written chapters left, so if I get a huge load of assignments and tests again, those will be posted and then you will have to wait until I get spare time. Sorry guys. Give apologetic look Remember, anonymous reviews accepted, so if you like this story and you have a friend who you think would as well, but aren't signed up, they can review anyway. :D Okay, I'll go now. Off to go listen to some Panic! at the Disco. Bye!