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Chapter Five

"We done?" Sam asked ducking into the Chevy.

"Yea, I don't think we're going to get anything else out of these people." Dean sighed, agitated with the townspeople, as he slid the key in the ignition. He never thought he'd be glad to get back to a motel room before, but now there was promise of a warm body in his bed. "What did we get, anyway, Sammy?"

"Recent disappearances of high school kids going out to the old farms on the outskirts of town. Local youth under a curfew, to cut the numbers down. Several business owners want the roads in and out of town closed down at night, because the multiple cars have shown up abandoned, their owners disappearing into thin air." Sam reeled off what they'd found. Shetland was a buzz with conversation about the disappearances. If Dean didn't know better, he would have thought they were jumping the gun. Shetland had never had any big crimes, the occasional domestic violence, public drunkenness, and the graduates getting a little too rowdy, but nothing to cause Amber Alerts, or real fear.

"Aut and Marc should have a list of places to start checking." Dean slid the car off Main St. on to the road their motel was tucked into.

"Get them and grab dinner?" Dean nodded.

"Sounds like a plan."

Dean tossed his keys on the bed, shedding his coat and draping it over the nearest chair. He could hear water running in the bathroom, but that wasn't what drew him to the dinky little room. Autumn was playing one of her country CD's and singing along. So he eased open the door, careful not to make a sound. Dean could just make out her form behind the plastic mold encrusted curtain shampoo bottle held up to her mouth like a microphone.

"Goodbye blues I'm not gonna sing you no more
I finally got my hands on what I've been looking for
I've found me a man that knows how to keep me eatin' from the palm of his hand
Talk about sunshine I've got the sunshine man
Man what a man what a man what a man my man is
There's not a day when he doesn't say he needs me and loves me
Man what a man what a man what a man my man is
He's always around when I'm down the most with two lovin' arms to hold me close
Man what a man what a man what a man my man is
Hello rainbow I've finally found your pot of gold
I finally got my hands on a real live dream I can hold
I've found me a man that knows how to keep me sittin' up on cloud nine
Talk about the music I hear it all the time
Man what a man what a man..." Autumn belted out the lyrics, her voice entwining with the woman singing from the mini speakers of the portable DVD player. Dean leaned against the sink listening, Athena was right, Autumn had a decent voice. When the song ended he applauded.

"SHIT!" she jumped just managing to catch her balance before she fell out of the shower onto the floor at his feet. "What the hell are you doing back so early?" He laughed at her hooking a towel over the hand she extended from behind the curtain.

"I was going to ask you the same thing."

"We went out to talk to a Mr. Rogers, he lives next door to this place the vampires might be at, and Marc thought it would be fun to push me into a cowpie." she explained pulling the curtain once she had the towel wrapped around herself. She pointed at the shit covered jeans in the corner.

"Did Mr. Rogers have anything to say?" Autumn slide past him grabbing her clean change of clothes on her way.

"Yea, scrub it with Tide." she answered trying to get dressed without dropping what modesty the towel pretended to provide.

"I didn't know you could sing." he trailed her out of the bathroom, and chose to drop the subject of Mr. Rogers.

"And as long as we were never so strapped for cash that I had to down some Jaeger and sign up for a karaoke competition at a bar, you wouldn't have ever found out." she pulled a t-shirt over her head and let her towel fall, sufficiently covered now.

"You can handle Jaeger?" he asked remembering the way she'd handled tequila the night they'd met up back in October.

"When it suits me. You didn't answer my question, why are you back so early?"

"You can't read can you?" he teased.

"Oh, the curfew thing." she checked her watch, " You still have an hour before that takes effect."

"Would you like to eat?" Autumn laced her belt around her waist and dropped on the bed to tug on her boots.

"Cha."

Marc had Autumn's laptop open on his bed, feet in the air as he lay on his stomach going over a sizable document. He nodded when Sam came in but didn't offer any conversation. After a few minutes he started typing something in at the bottom of his page. His tinfoil dunce hat had been reduced to a layer of tinfoil molded inside a baseball cap. It didn't attract as much attention, as long as he didn't have the wrong team logo on it.

"I'm thinking they're in a so called haunted house four miles outside town." Marc said just as Sam was settling into the silence.

"So called?" he was hesitant to ambush vampires in a house that's already haunted.

"We ran a background on the place, no body killed on, or around the property. No murders, no suicides, hell we couldn't find anything notable other than a prize winning hog was raised there back in the '30's . I doubt Miss Piggy is hangin' out to haunt a place."

"Why?"

"Well, she is a puppet." Marc broke eye contact with the screen to stare at him with an 'are you an idiot' look.

"I was talking about the house." he clarified.

"It's really a farm, but that was the last place the kids were headed. Cops went out but the place was still all boarded up."

"So they left it alone, how could anyone fake that?" Marc nodded in annoyance.

"When will the fuzz figure it out?" the younger man asked.

"Usually they don't."

Autumn and Dean came in a few minutes later and drug the boys out for dinner. As always the conversation stayed close to the hunt. Marc asking to hear tales of their previous encounters with vampires. Sam was a little put off when Marc looked at Autumn and told her he already knew all about her bloodsucking hunts. Both Winchesters made separate attempts to turn the conversation in that direction but Marc would spin it back around. He had a list of supplies needed to hunt vampires, twice as many techniques, and Autumn would nod along with all the information the youngest member of their party spewed out, as if she already knew this.

"It's Kate we're dealing with again." Autumn sighed mixing the food on her plate.

"Red tried taking over Ma's work but he didn't live long enough for this nest, Autty." Marc grinned with malice. Sam could certainly see why most people steered clear of Marc, when something hurt him he obsessed over it. He's course for revenge was a little more refined and passive than John's but it was fueled by the same passion. "You guys, used dead man's blood?"

"Yea, I lifted some from a funeral home." Dean confirmed.

"I've got some in my pack, never leave home without it. I liked your dad's approach of poisoning them long distance before getting into the nitty-gritty head chopping."

"You carry blood with you?" Sam asked stunned.

"You carry silver and rock salt bullets, salt, and holy water. I'm more into the vampire run of things, so I carry the blood of a dead dude." Marc shrugged as if they were discussing him traveling with an ant farm instead of blood.

"How much you have?" Autumn slid in before Sam could further point out the disgustingness of keeping human blood.

"Not much, but enough, you have to keep it cool otherwise it'll go bad. Like coleslaw." Marc smirked at Sam knowing it made his skin crawl. Dean laughed and reached for the bill at the end of the table.

"Nuh uh." Autumn swatted his hand. "You got it last time, it's my turn."

"You paid for my dinner at that fancy pants place." Dean argued.

"I only had to pay for half of it, the rest comes out of Peterson's pocket, and even that half was out of money I wasn't ever going to see anyway."

"I'm paying, Aut." Dean said firmly. Autumn shook her head, sliding a hand in her pocket to find her money.

"Do they do this often?" Marc asked Sam leaning over talking in a stage whisper.

"You were asleep when they fought over who was going to pay for the rooms."

"He's right!" Autumn smacked two twenties on the table. "You paid for the rooms, it's only right that I get the meals."

"Autumn."

"Dean." they glared at each other a moment, just long enough for the waitress to sneak by pick up Autumn's money and the bill.

"You did that on purpose." Dean accused.

"Yea, and?" Autumn slunk out of the booth pulling down her shirt as she righted herself. "What do you think I did to buy Scarlet? A girl's gotta know when to snatch her money and run."

Raining Cloud's Hunter's Resort

Sleeping in the 'big house' did ease Athena, more than she'd expected. She worked through a whole case a day, and still had down time. Athena had never realized how many hunts she'd been on until she was writing notes in the margin of her research for future hunters to read. Jen must have actually talked to Will because he'd only drop by every couple of hours to check on her, otherwise he was out brutally training first timers. It made her wonder about how he, Jen, Sammy, and Dean had been raised, knowing what was out there and being turned into hunters before they could count past twenty.

Autumn called after every meal. She didn't have a lot to say, but hearing her sister's voice eased her worries about where she was and if she was okay. It was like college all over again, at least this time the Morton's weren't hanging around. Athena cracked her fingers and stretched her arms above her head. It wasn't quiet 9 yet and she was already deep into a new project. Jen sat in jeans, flannel button up, and leather vest on the opposite side of the room. She was trying to figure out Gus and Andy's orders for the bar, and from the look on her face having a hell of a time doing it.

"I know you don't want me around but hear me out." she stifled a jump when Will started talking. She hadn't noticed him yet, but there he was smirk on his face knowing he'd scared her. Once long ago they'd made a game out of sneaking up on each other.

"I never said I didn't want you around, I just don't want you to baby sit. You wanna hang, hon, feel free." he pulled a seat out and sat down across from her, managing to block her view of Jen.

"You're paranoid, I'd never baby sit you. Not that I'd mind spanking you if you misbehaved."

"Will, you didn't get away with that when we were together what makes you think it'll fly now?"

"If at first you don't succeed."

"What do you want, Willy?" He gave her a level look and she knew what it was he wanted, the one thing she couldn't return.

"There's a gig up in Canada, a couple of the newbies are headed up that way. Jen don't want me crossing national lines to hunt."

"You want me to talk her into letting you go?" she asked. He smiled sweetly, and she knew she'd given in.

"It would make me a very happy man." he nodded enthusiastically.

"I'll force her into a break for lunch and talk to her. But no promises, I kind of agree. We've got enough crap going on here without going to other countries."

"Athy, you heard what Marc was saying about the vampires right? Don't it make sense to deal with the supernatural as a whole not little broken bits." Will stood up, he was going to remove himself before he got too carried away. His family had been hunting for so long that most of the states this side of the Mississippi were just dreams at the time they started. He didn't see the divisions, he only saw bad things that needed stopped, she had once admired this take on the world. But after being out there it was too much.

"I'll talk to Jen." Athena vowed. He put a hand on her arm, gently squeezing.

"Oh and there's a kid in the bar that you should probably talk to."

A/N: It's not as long as I wanted, but I killed myself getting this out. The next chapter will be longer, and I'm toying with a Christmas One Shot... I might write it and put it up just for you dears. Anyway I'm off to haunt the living room, I'm a freaking night owl this week. Can't sleep. Thanks for your reviews and I'll see you soon.