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Chapter 3

The promised storm that was itching to ruin the day for any normal boy and girl began in the wee hours of the morning.

Sam smiled as he breathed in the smell of rain that was making its way through the small ventilation that their motel room had while typing and clicking away furiously at his laptop, looking for anything about the sisters they met last night.

The storm itself, as threatening as it looked with its ominous clouds, wasn't much of a storm. True, Sam thought it was going to do the whole lightening show effect with heavy rain pelting down on unexpected victims, but he was grateful nonetheless that at least it was sprinkling. There was no doubt in Sam's mind that it was going to get heavy later on in the day, making their work close to impossible when dealing with rainy weather.

A soft snore was the only indication that someone other than Sam was in the room, and as Sam looked over his brother, he smiled in the knowledge that at least his big brother was getting all the rest he needed. His stomach clenched painfully as he thought about his brother sleeping permanently, six feet under. Oh God, don't think that way Sam! Dean's gonna be fine and we'll all celebrate and sip champagne. Or more likely whiskey for Dean. Maybe we should just go on a vacation instead…

Shaking his head to clear his mind on Dean's impending doom, he checked his watch and was surprised that it was only 5:30 in the morning. Huh, so I've been up for thirty minutes and already I feel like I've been up a lot longer than that.

Yawning and stretching, he decided to continue his research while his brother slept on. When the brothers got back to the motel, Dean crashed on his bed, completely exhausted while it took Sam more than an hour allow the all-familiar sound of his brother's peaceful breathing lure him into the clutches of sleep. He woke up four hours later feeling like he was on a high dosage of caffeine and on search mode, searching the mystery of the three huntresses.

Sometimes he wished he was more like his brother who always forgave anyone for any wrong doings, but the mystery of the sisters was too unsettling for him not to ignore his instincts. True, they haven't done anything wrong yet, but their father always ingrained it in them to make sure to better be safe than sorry as in to know your enemies. As far as he was concerned, they are not to be trusted until he says so – until he's made sure they are not another Gordon, much less another Bela.

Ever since Sam was brought back from the land of the dead, courtesy of Dean and his bloody deal, Sam's perspectives and standards for people have dramatically changed. Used to, before he died, he could not so much as pull a trigger on a human being, even if that person had been tainted by something demonic such as a demon virus and was causing havoc. He would not hesitate to take out anything supernatural, but if it involved humans, then that's more Dean's department. But lately, ever since being brought back, anything that threatens Dean's or his life, and even the lives of innocent people, he won't hesitate to destroy regardless if it was another human being.

He sighed as he looked over at his brother again. If I find something wrong with the sisters, especially Monica, Dean's gonna be pissed.

As much as he liked seeing his brother happy especially if it's going to be with someone he would like to spend his whole life with, he would hate it if his brother got hurt by someone he thought he cared about.

From what he could tell so far, finding out the identity of the sisters was proving to be kinda like finding a needle in a haystack. He tried finding Elizabeth first considering that she told them her last name, but after hacking and searching in the FBI's database, he found at least twelve names with the last name Montgomery, and only four with the name Michael. No luck right there. Unfortunately for him but fortunately for the FBI, photos and any kind of Intel are harder to crack since you need to be an employee of the FBI. He was about to quit when he decided on a whim to input the girls' names into the search engine and found out exactly what he was looking for. Bingo.

He checked his watch yet again and was once again surprised that it was almost approaching 6:30. Where did the time go? Oh well, might as well get some breakfast, wake Dean, and then show him what I found.

Dean woke to the sound of the door opening as his hand automatically inches slowly towards the Bowie knife he always hides under his pillow, a true sign of a very well-trained hunter.

"Hey, rise and shine princess." Sam drawled as he stepped in from the rain.

"Hey, wasn't that my line?" Dean yawned as he sat up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Yeah, but since I've never had the pleasure of calling you princess, I just thought I'd give it a try." Sam said as he put down their breakfast on the table followed by two steaming cups of black coffee.

"Well, then you should stick to being a princess 'cause I sure as hell don't look like one." Dean threw back as he got up and went straight to his cup of coffee, relinquishing in the effects the coffee will bring to his still sleep-befuddled mind.

"Then you should look at what you look like when you're sleeping. You so totally pull off the princess act, man. I was waiting to see if Prince Charming would show up." Sam returned.

"Dude, that dude would be so full of rock salt before he even made it over the threshold." Dean threw over his shoulder as he made a beeline to the bathroom.

Once Dean shut the door, he let his mind wandered to Monica and wondered what she was doing at this exact moment as he turned on the shower. As far as he knew, he could not be feeling anything for anyone this early in the game. And as far as he was concerned, he has been successfully able to treat dates and one night stands as games. He was always the one who takes and leaves, never once looking back, and he was always comfortable in the knowledge that the women he met agreed to his rules of the game. So why is this Monica any different? Do you believe in love at first sight?

Dean has heard that phrase so many times and not once had he thought about it until he first saw Monica. Dean shuddered at the thought that what he was feeling might be love – he just doesn't do that. Of course, he had thought about settling down, getting married and having kids one day, but he never thought it would ever happen to him. Stuff like that only happens in fairy tales, right?

The only woman who he had ever cared about enough to let her into his world was Cassie, but look at how that turned out. What would make him think Monica's any different? As far as he could tell, she's not interested on letting anyone in, and if he was being honest with himself, he's not either. Come to think of it, they both have walls around themselves and are afraid of letting people in for fear they'll leave them. So what do I do? He figured the best thing to do is let things run its course – who knows? Maybe she's not that interested in me like I was in her last night. Maybe I'm just making a big deal out of nothing…

After Dean was done with the bathroom, changed and pulled out his own greasy breakfast out of a grease-filled bag, he noticed his brother was so engrossed at whatever he was reading from his laptop, and as expected, all thoughts about what to do with Monica went out the door.

"So how long have you been up?" inquired Dean concernedly, knowing full well that meeting the sisters had upset his brother greatly and had no doubt his brother had spent well enough time looking them up.

"Not long." Sam said as he took a huge bite of his pancakes and washed it down with his coffee.

"Huh, 'cause I must say, you look like crap."

Sam ignored him for the time being as he wiped his mouth with his napkin and swung his laptop around so that Dean could see, and said enthusiastically, "You are not going to believe what I found out."

"Oh my God Sam, you found the lost city of Atlantis!" Dean said with mock enthusiasm.

"Bite me." Sam said, clicking the keys to show articles of the three mysterious girls.

After quickly scanning one article, Dean took his time before looking up at Sam's expectant face and said, "So?"

"Is that all you can say?" Sam asked, open-mouthed and shaking his head in utter disbelief.

After seeing Dean shrug his shoulder as he took a huge bite of his breakfast, Sam thought of trying a different approach.

As if by memory, Sam said, "The sister's full names are Elizabeth Amelia Destiny De La Cruz Montgomery, Monica Alexandra Decima De La Cruz, and Jennifer Brianna Nona De La Cruz from De La Cruz Estates. Oh and Elizabeth's husband is Michael Andrew Montgomery of the FBI, but that's neither here nor there."

When he didn't get the desired effect from his brother, he continued. "They're heiresses, Dean," Sam said as if it meant something.

"Wow Sam. Are they like Paris Hilton rich, Donald Trump rich, or Bela Talbot rich?" Dean asked, voice dripping with sarcasm, clearly not impressed with what Sam had found.

Truth be told, Dean was expecting more along the lines of finding Lilith and getting rid of her, not Sam nosing around in other people's business.

Sam looked at his brother, clearly not amused and said, "Doesn't any of this bother you? These heiresses are actually richer than Donald Trump himself. Why are they bothering themselves with hunting? Just for kicks?"

As Dean opened his mouth to no doubt defend them, Sam pushed, "It took me about an hour and a half finding them on the damn internet. It takes less than a second finding someone as exclusive as Donald and Paris, but them – it took a lot longer because they are elusive. The whole world doesn't know who they are much less what they looked like. Their father, Enrique Alfredo Marcus De La Cruz, was in the real estate business until the girls took over and their mother, Jasmine Maria Evita Gomez De La Cruz, was a dental hygienist – both have mysteriously disappeared." God Dean, can't you see I'm just trying to protect you?

"Doesn't that mean they're not attention-seeking spoiled brats? Doesn't that mean that they don't care what their parents did or how much money their worth? Doesn't it mean that they found something that is meaningful instead of the billions they have?" Dean fired at once cutting Sam off of his tirade as he threw his unfinished breakfast in the trash.

"Why are you defending them?" Sam asked angrily as he too threw his unfinished breakfast in the trash.

"Why are you so eager in accusing them of…of nothing?! Are you that desperate or…or paranoid to want to blame anything on anybody just because you can't find Lilith?! You can't 

find shit, and there'll be hell to pay if you so much as lay one finger on Monica!" Dean raged, shooting to his feet and ready to kick some ass, or more specifically, Sam's ass, but just stopping short, eyes wide in shock at the horror of what he had said. Oh God, what the hell did I just say? I'm sorry Sammy, I didn't really mean it…

Sam also shot to his feet regardless of how wounded he felt and was just about to tell Dean where he could stick his threat until a sudden knock on their door stopped the brother's fight.

Sam dropped down on his seat sulkily, swinging his laptop towards him and starting to research what he was supposed to research before the mystery of the huntresses took first priority, leaving Dean to answer the door.

"Hey," a voice greeted, smiling as Dean opened the door.

The promised storm that was itching to ruin the day for any normal boy and girl began in the wee hours of the morning.

For what seemed the ten millionth time, Monica sighed, looked at her watch – 4:30, and then turned her attention back to her research, hoping to show her where Daddy will show up next.

Since 4 am, the only problem that kept her concentration away from the research laid out before her was that her mind kept wandering to where that blasted Dean Winchester was. No doubt snoring up a storm probably with a knife under his pillow…

He's cute, she'll admit that, but she's met tons of those guys in her line of profession throughout her life, and not once a spark of interest, or a spark of familiarization, or a spark of whatever the hell you want to call it had upset her greatly. As far as she was concerned, she as hell doesn't want to be in a relationship, and as far as she could tell, neither does he. Who knows? Maybe he's the type that wants one night stands. Just the thought of that made her want to kick his ass. Maybe he's gonna treat me the same way he has treated every other girl. If that's the case, then well, he better watch his back.

But whatever it is, she as hell won't call it love – that's just not her. She doesn't do that. She's not at all like her sisters who ceaselessly hopes that one day Prince Charming will ride on a white horse and take them away. Stuff like that only happens in fairy tales, right? Sure she had hoped one day something like that will happen to her, but with her being realistic (or what some might call a pessimist) she just doesn't see that happening. But what else could it be?

Then her mind drifts over to Michael. She knew just like Elizabeth knew that Michael is without a doubt her Mr. Right. Monica just hopes her younger sister, Jennifer, will get someone like that, but that's only if she can stop acting like her mother. God, she doesn't even know how their father could ever want someone like their mother.

Their father, a very wealthy real estate agent, was everything you could ever hope for: smart, funny, good-natured, always a forgiving and forgetting person, mild-tempered, always been able to see the good in people, and treats strangers like his own family. Their mother on the other hand…well, now she was a complete opposite. What can sum it all up very nicely is that she was a model – very little education, loved to spend money, nagged, bitched, manipulate, spoiled, everything and anything Monica despised about her, which come to think of it, wasn't a very difficult choice to make when the opportunity to kill her presented itself.

Still, it didn't make killing another human being easier, even if that person was a monster. Still, when the same opportunity to kill her father presents itself in the near future, would she have the guts to do it…again? Well if it endangered the lives of the people she cares about, then hell yeah. She just hopes she won't have any nightmares following that ordeal.

She sighed once again and looked at her watch – 5:30. After tossing and turning in bed for about four hours since she had gone to bed, she gave up and decided to do some research. And that was when her thoughts kept clashing on one another, making her second-guess her actions and not trust her instincts even though that was the first thing John Winchester taught them on the night of their very first hunt. She had thought about going back to bed and catch some shut-eye, but then she knew she would be plagued with the nightmares of killing her mother. Come to think of it as she looked at her watch one more time, she knows she'll be running on empty if she doesn't sleep.

After one more sigh, realizing she won't be finding anything any time soon, she left the motel to get breakfast.

Elizabeth woke thirty minutes later and looked at the empty bed in the middle of the room in between hers and Jennifer's bed and noted that Monica had no doubt had another sleepless night. Being the oldest, she always got the bed closest to the door while Monica, as the middle child, got the bed in the middle, and lastly Jennifer, as the youngest, would get the last bed. Elizabeth guessed it must have been encoded in older siblings to always watch out and protect the younger ones.

As soon as Elizabeth got up, woke Jennifer up, and both were ready to start a brand new day, Monica entered the room with their breakfast.

Once everyone was situated at the table ready to dig in, Elizabeth studied Monica for a moment before commenting, "You look like crap."

"Not with the magic power of makeup I don't." Monica replied back as she took as sip of her coffee.

"So have you found anything yet?" Jennifer asked gesturing toward the pile of research papers.

Shaking her head Monica replied, "It seems that the only way we can bag ourselves that damn werewolf is if he lands right in our laps."

"Well, then why don't we ask Sam what he's found?" Jennifer asked as she took a bite of her egg burrito.

Elizabeth laughed, looking at Jennifer as if she can hardly believe she's her sister and said, "After you insulted him? It would be a miracle if he would even talk to us."

"I did not insult him."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

Monica watched their banter a little while longer before she said, "Jennifer, you did insult him. You mocked his capability of his research. How many times are we going to have discussion if you can't learn the first time that you can and have insulted people?"

"You know I didn't mean to –"

"I know you didn't, but in this line of work that we have now, you have to watch what you say. Don't you remember the time you insulted Gordon? And please let's not forget the time you almost insulted John Winchester. If you don't watch out, that mouth of yours will be the death of you." Monica warned.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Jennifer said, rolling her eyes, not caring since they've had the same conversation many times before.

"Anyway, come to think of it, I think Jenny has a good point. Maybe we should get the Winchesters to help us. I mean, their father did." Elizabeth reasoned as she sipped her coffee, safely changing the subject away from deadly waters, already done with her food.

Monica scoffed, "They won't help us. Not unless they get something in return."

"What do you mean? I'm sure they will." Elizabeth said as she threw her trash in the bin.

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think they will? 'Cause last time I checked, you were ready to shoot first and ask questions later." Jennifer said as she followed suit, chunking her trash in the bin.

"They're hunters, right? They can't refuse a plea for help, especially if it's from damsels in distresses." Elizabeth said arrogantly.

Shaking her head in disbelief at her sister as she went on ahead and threw her trash away, Monica said, "Are you going to stoop that low and act like a damsel in distress? If you really want the guys' help, then you have to give them an offer they can't refuse."

"I got an idea! Why don't we serve you up to Dean? I'm sure he'll appreciate that." Jennifer laughed when Monica scowled at her, a blush accompanying the scowl.

"And while we're at it, why don't we serve you up to Sam? You think he'll appreciate that?" Monica threw back.

"Okay you two, that's enough," Elizabeth soothed as she raised her hands to calm her sisters down.

Once she was satisfied they weren't going to be throwing punches, she turned to Monica, "So exactly what do you have in mind? What do you think we can give the guys in return for helping us?"

Monica shrugged a shoulder, "I don't really know, except we can do what Bobby wanted us to do in the first place."

"Are you even sure it's these guys though?"

"It'll be a pretty big coincidence if it isn't, not to mention humiliating."

"Yeah, remember Bobby mentioning something about two brothers?" Jennifer said agreeing.

"Fine. So who's coming with me?" Elizabeth asked, looking at her sisters expectantly.

"Surely you don't need your sisters with you?" Monica asked.

"Unless you're afraid?" Jennifer taunted.

Elizabeth huffed and snapping her fingers at her sisters impatiently, she said, "C'mon you two. We have to catch them before they leave or we'll never find them."

"Hmm, I wonder which room they're staying at?" Jennifer mused, outside as she stared at three doors leading to rooms.

As if in answer to her question, the sisters distinctly heard loud voices coming from a room right in front of Elizabeth.

As Elizabeth was just about to knock, the sisters overheard their names coming from an agitated voice that the sisters had no trouble in identifying it as Sam's. Intrigued, they couldn't help but listen in the brother's conversation.

Elizabeth began knocking when they all felt they couldn't take overhearing the argument any longer.

Elizabeth readied herself and planted a warm smile which unfortunately didn't reach her eyes, and greeted a simple, "Hey," when Dean opened the door.

"Uh, are you planning on letting us in anytime soon, or you want us to stay out in the rain?" Elizabeth arched her brow at him.

Dean snapped out of his initial shock at finding the huntresses on their doorstep, and while furtively hoping that they didn't just overheard what he and his brother were arguing about, he stepped aside to let them in.

Judging by Sam's searching, glaring eyes, he could tell his brother is not happy about their abrupt visit.

"Huh," Elizabeth said looking at the extremely white room as she plopped down on Dean's vacant seat at the table.

"What?" Sam asked, no one mistaking the distrust in his voice.

"Nothing. It's just that we have a blue room with green sheets. Thing is, the guy didn't look color-blind to me." Elizabeth informed him pleasantly.

"So how'd you find us?"

"Uh, we are the only occupants in this whole godforsaken place, so it's not that hard to find you. Not to mention, our room is just a couple of doors down from yours. All we had to do was look outside and see your car."

Before Sam could find a remark for that, Dean quickly asked, sitting down on Sam's bed since Jennifer and Monica took up Dean's bed, "So what do you want? You need help with anything?"

"Actually we do," Monica said, relieved that at lease someone wasn't acting like a jerk.

"And what do we get in return?" Sam inquired.

Monica turned to Sam and said, "Look, I'm not even going to pretend that we didn't overhear your accusations, but if you allow us the opportunity and give us the chance, you can see for yourself that we're not all that bad. And besides, we're not Bela."

"Speaking of that witch, have you two seen her lately? We're just itching to kick her ass from here to Timbuktu." Jennifer said spitefully, looking from one brother to the next.

"Uh, well, then you're shit out of luck right there. She's already dead." Dean smiled grimly as he remembered their last so-called phone call, not expecting to hear her cry out desperately for help, and not wanting to lift a damn finger in assistance, knowing full well he had condemned her to her grisly fate. A fate he's pretty sure he can't escape himself in less than a week's time.

Jennifer looked disappointed in that, but said cheerily, "Well, can you at least tell me who did it so that I could send a thank you card?"

Sam laughed at that while he was thinking over what Monica had said, the argument between him and his brother completely forgotten as another knock sounded on the door. Maybe I judged them too harshly.

Dean thought he should seriously get a job as a professional door opener as he once again opened the door. Relief flooded him when he saw who it was.

"Hey Bobby," Dean greeted, stepping aside to let the older experienced hunter in.

"Hey Dean," Bobby returned, and as he greeted Sam, he noticed three other sets of eyes looking at him.

Dean and Sam stood shocked as they watched Bobby greeted the sisters as they each in turn hugged the elder hunter. The brothers looked at each other and wondered why Bobby has never mentioned them before, nor their Dad for that matter.

If that was any indication of how friendly the girls were, then Sam wouldn't know what was. If Bobby thinks they're okay, then I guess I did judge them harshly. I mean, Bobby has never led us down the wrong path before…

"So, what's been happening?" Bobby asked, looking around the room.

An hour later after Bobby listened to Dean and Monica recounted the events leading up to Bobby's arrival, carefully avoiding Sam's earlier feelings for the sisters, he asked, "So what's the next step?"

"Well, we were thinking with their help, we can locate the werewolf much quicker and take it out." Elizabeth informed.

"And what are they going to get in return?" Bobby questioned.

"Now wait a minute Bobby, that's not necessary –" Dean started, shaking his head.

"Of course it is Dean. You need the help and these girls can help you." Bobby stated. He loves those boys of John Winchester's like they were his own children, and the thought of where Dean might end up in the coming week if he can't be saved…Bobby doesn't even want to think what he might do if he loses him. Damn that kid and his dignity. He deserves to be helped more than anyone I know, and if he won't help himself, then I'm gonna make sure he gets it.

Elizabeth looked at Bobby as if asking for permission to speak, clearly not wanting to come between the two hunters unless it's okay to do so, sighed and said, "We'll do what you told us to do."

"Yeah, we'll help any way we can." Jennifer included.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, sharing the same perplexed look on his brother's face and looking at Bobby intently.

Bobby took his time before answering as he studied his hands, suddenly not sure if he should bring it up. I'm probably gonna get my ass chewed after this. But if this is for John's boys, then consequences be damned.

"Bobby?" Dean asked when Bobby didn't start explaining one of his never ending knowledge of the world.

When Bobby looked at Dean, his heart swelled at the memory of a mute five-year-old Dean constantly looking to Bobby for all the answers whenever his father was out on hunts. No, he couldn't let Dean succumbed to his fate, he couldn't let the hell hounds get their claws on him. He's too good to let something evil as Hell to want to claim him.

Bobby let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and said, "These girls has built themselves quite a reputation for being able to get people out of their deals. Y'know, those kinds of deals people make with crossroad demons." Bobby looked at Dean at that before continuing, "I don't know how they do it. Heck, I don't think anyone knows how they do it, but they have and they have not lost one miserable soul to Hell so far."

"So this is our proposition to you Dean," Monica said once Bobby finished telling them of their accomplishments, her dark brown eyes never straying from Dean's hazel eyes, "help us find the werewolf and we'll help you get out of your deal."

"You knew about that?" Dean asked, looking at her intently.

Monica glanced at Bobby's way before settling her eyes back at Dean's intense ones.

"Bobby might have mentioned it," she muttered without giving away too much information.

For the life of him, Bobby would have done everything in his power to stop the look of hurt betrayal forming in Dean's eyes as he turned on Bobby and seethed furiously, "What else have you told them? Huh? Have you told them why I did what I did?"

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me boy!" Bobby stormed, ready for a fight if need be.

Dean calmed considerably after hearing his brother plead, "Dean, think about it. Ruby lied to us when she said she could get you out of your deal. Bobby wouldn't have gone through this much trouble if he didn't think it could help you. And with only less than a week left, I'd say we're pretty much past the desperate measures stage."

Shaking his head, he looked at the girls and said resignedly, "No. We can help you, but I don't need yours. Unless this werewolf case isn't legitimate. For all I know you three probably set all this up just to get me and my brother cornered."

"Damn it Dean –!" Bobby roared.

"It's alright Bobby," Elizabeth cut it, calming Bobby down.

Once she was satisfied that Bobby wasn't going to kick Dean's ass even though she would have enjoyed it immensely considering what he almost accused them of, she turned to Dean with a look of complete understanding, "I know what you're going through. Well, I don't really know since I've never been in your shoes before, but the countless people we've met have all felt the same way you're feeling now: hopelessness, scared, resignation. Now Bobby had approached us months ago with the hopes of saving you. I'll admit that we didn't want to, mainly because it wasn't our problem. You see, we're sick of saving these people who had sold their soul for useless crap, always wanting a little bit of fame and fortune. That, and well, because Bobby never mentioned exactly who had sold their soul. Believe me, if we had known one of John's boys was in trouble, we would not hesitate to lend a helping hand."

"Yeah, we owe him that much," Jennifer said, taking over, "and as for the case, it is a legitimate case. As we've said before, we've been tracking this thing for quite some time, it just so happens that you guys showed up."

"But if you don't want our help, then that's fine," Monica stepped in, "we won't force you to do anything. But if you do decide to take us up on our offer sometime later on, then the door will always be open. And if you want to help us, then by all means." Monica put up her hands in acceptance.

A long silence followed the girls' speech, each not looking at one another and each lost in their own thoughts.

When the silence got too deafening for Sam's liking, he spoke up, "Dean, I think you should seriously consider their offer," Sam put up his hand to silence his brother when he saw Dean was about to argue back, "but when you come to your conclusion, can we at least concentrate on the case here before the next full moon tomorrow?"

Everybody physically relaxed when Sam decided to concentrate on the case, everyone looking to Bobby to lead.

"I guess it's time to visit all the crime scenes where it attacked," Bobby suggested.

TBC...

A/N 2: Just to let anyone know, I am planning on updating the story every Thursday. The story is complete, it's just that I've decided to it this way because well...it's Supernatural! I'm just updating it today instead of tomorrow because it's going to be crazy tomorrow (ah, how I long for a vacation...) lol. And please, if you like it or still want to see some improvement, pretty please send a review! And don't forget tomorrow's episode! ;)