A/N: Miss me much? Sorry it's taken so long but I was having trouble with this chapter. I knew where I wanted to go but couldn't get there. Writer's block tends to be a very good roadblock. But I'm back on track, and this should start flowing more easily. Sorry about the lack of anything noteable in Chapter Five but since I started this fic it's been like pulling teeth to get details out of Autumn and Athena, usually I can't get them to shut up. So anyway send along your thoughts ya'll. OH and here's your dolls http://img. Six

"No one chooses this job." Duck growled at the kid who had walked in demanding to know everything about everything.

"Right. Like I'm gonna believe you old man. You always have a choice. You can fight or you can roll over and die. It's a easy as that. Now, who is going to at least give a kid a fighting chance?" the kid was cute. Maybe fifteen, chocolate brown hair, obviously cut at home with a salad bowl on his head, sparkling green eyes, and broad shoulders despite his thin as a rail body. Athena shook her head at the kid, he didn't know what he was getting into.

"Nother round of Jack for our buddies in the corner." she told Gus, who was tending bar this evening.

"You and Autumn chose the job," Gus pointed out. "Maybe you should talk to him." Athena bit her lip and cast a weary glance at Will sitting in the corner watching the boy.

"Hey kid, you gotta name?" she shouted across the bar room and every conversation ended as all eyes landed on her. The boy spun around and took her in, his mouth fell open, and for a moment she wished she didn't look like a cheap whore.

"Jimmy." he said his voice cracking. She smiled and started hobbling towards him. Longing to use Autumn's toy soldier stride.

"I'm Athena, Jimmy." he smiled.

"Hi." she gave him an airy chuckle.

"Howdy. So what's the story. We ain't too easy to find, so you must have on hell of a story." she could feel Will's eye boring into the back of her head.

"What makes you think I have a story?" he asked squaring himself off to look tough.

"Kiddo, Gus, there behind the bar lost his son to a vamp. I lost my uncle to spook. Duck there, the one that was yelling at you, he lost his wife and kids to rouge werewolf. There's a man that passes through from time to time that lost his right arm and his brother to one hell of a poltergeist. We've all lost something to something, and that's what drives us into this line of work. We're damaged garbage that the rest the world wants to fix with a steady diet of pills, trips to the physc ward, and a over priced shrink. If you found us you've got the same issues, so who or what was it?" she shifted her weight to her easing the pain in her leg and smiled. "And you damn well better not say a demented truck driver hit your puppy."

Shetland

"You're going to have to slow down if you don't want to kill me." Marc pulled on John's leash. Sam and Dean were out ahead of the group and Autumn hung back with Marc, who was determined to prove he was useful to the group.

"John ease up." she ordered and the dog's pace slowed considerably. "That's a good boy."

"How'd you do that?" Marc looked at her as if she'd just destroyed the yellow-eyed demon by saying 'hi'.

"You can't have a big dog in Scarlet cross country without him being well trained."

"Like you trained John?" Marc smirked.

"You don't train John Winchester." she bumped her shoulder into him.

"So you have an understanding? You're his lapdog and call him when his boys get in trouble, so he'll let you take care of him when he gets off a hunt."

"Marc, why don't you hunt?" she asked glancing at him before letting her eyes go back to the hunters in front of them.

"Red took me in after Mom died. He always made sure that the hunters left me alone, that they didn't mess with me. He did everything my dad didn't hang around to do, all he asked is that I didn't get involved in the hunts beyond researching."

"So why is this one different?"

"Because these are the monsters that killed my mom. If you could bring down what killed your mom wouldn't you do it?" Autumn nodded, she could understand the thought.

"Less chitchat make with the walkie walkie." Dean chided turning to walk backward and watch them. Autumn rolled her eyes at him.

"You're going to walk into something." she warned. After another day of poking around Dean had ordered them into the Impala, dog included, to check out Mr. Rogers' neighbor. She and Marc had filled the Winchester boys in on all the details on their conversation with Rogers, not that there were many. He'd pretty much told them that the kids had moved away, and after their parents died the house was boarded up and left alone. He'd noticed some activity, assumed it was just teens looking for a cheap scare.

"I will not."

"Yea, Autty, didn't you know Dean has eyes in the back of his head." Sam bit back a chuckle, trying to remember that they were creeping up on a house possible being used as the home of vampires.

"Eyes in the back of my head, Aut." Dean pointed at the back of his head.

"How did you get mixed up with a cocky bastard, like him?" Marc asked. Autumn shrugged.

"Umph." John barked rushing forward, breaking free from Marc, to lick Dean's face.

"Your eyes work really well, Dorko." she offered him a hand up from the ground where he'd landed after tripping over a mislaid log.

"It's dark, they don't see well in the dark." he ignored her hand and climbed to his feet.

"I don't know how the big boys roll, and all, but aren't we supposed to be quiet when stalking prey?" Marc asked. Sam dropped back to stay close to Marc, he'd forgotten Marc didn't do much hunting and would need the most protecting incase of anything nasty with a lust for human blood popped out.

"Ya'll see that?" Autumn asked unleashing her dog and pointing toward a form laying out behind the house.

"Stay here." Dean ordered swinging his cross-bow up prepared to shoot anything that approached him. Autumn started to say something but he silenced her with a look, "Don't move." Sam watched as their 'fearless leader' eased forward towards what was lain so haphazardly in the yard. John crept in front of him, fur on end, and lips curled back in a snarl. The two remaining hunters and the tracker pressed themselves into the back wall of the old farmhouse and watched. Dean knelt down beside the object, he was too far away and it was too dark for the others to tell what it was, and extended a hand touching it. He tugged a lock of his dark blonde hair and motioned for assistance. The hair tug meant Autumn, had it been his ear Sam would have been the wanted member of their party.

"What?" Autumn asked when she was a few feet away from him. Dean nodded toward the ground and she sucked in a quick breath. You see bodies all the time hunting, but it never made it easy to see them mangled and so young. "Shit."

"She's still alive." he told her. She dropped down next to the girl stroking away blood matted locks of hair.

"It's okay, now." she whispered softly letting her fingers trail to the girl's neck checking the pulse herself. "It's not strong enough, you see anything?"

"It's a trap, Aut, but I don't see anything yet." He stood as guard over the two females, his eyes constantly sweeping over the details of everything surrounding them.

"Okay," Autumn disarmed her bow and sat it down next to her. She looked the girl over she was dressed warmly, though her clothes were torn and bloody. Her left arm had nearly been torn off and laid completely limp, Autumn couldn't tell in this light, or lack there of, if she'd have to lose the limb. "I'll get her to the car, you got my back?"

"And your front." Dean cracked.

Autumn gingerly scooped the girl up in her arms, she staggered to her feet trying to even out the new weight. The dog picked up her bow in his jaws trotting out ahead of them. Sam took the weapon when John got close enough, and Marc scurried back to the car to open the door. By the time they got to the car Autumn was soaked in the girl's blood.

Jimmy blinked sucking in his lip to chew. "What happened to your leg?"

"Shape shifter a few weeks back. What happened to your hair?"

"Mom, few weeks back." Athena grinned and collapsed into an uncomfortable wooden chair, in the bar. Jimmy took the seat across from her sitting down their cokes.

"So you have a mom, what are you doing out here kid?" she asked afraid of the answer.

"She's not really my mom. My mom died when I was little, she's my step-mom." he hurriedly explained.

"But she raised you, and you call her mom. Which brings me back to the question of you being here."

"I heard the bar-guy say something about Autumn, that your sister?" Athena nodded. "She hunts?" she grunted an affirmative. "Big sister or little sister?"

"She's older but she acts younger half the time." she answered already tired with this line of questioning. "You have siblings?"

"Had." he hung his head and she knew she'd finally hit the right nerve.

"What happened?" she asked attentive, afraid of scaring him off.

"Some bitches killed her." he looked up from his shoes suddenly. "Is it alright I say that word?" Athena smiled, doing her best not to laugh, here he was about to tell her about his sister's death and he was afraid of cursing.

"I ain't yo momma." He gave her a fleeting smile.

"Cool."

"How'd they kill her?" she pressed on, scooting closer to the table, considering reaching across for his hands. If nothing else this action would stop him from picking at the cuticles and hang nails.

"Voodoo or something." he shook his head, and his shoulders went rigid.

"You want to tell me about it?"

"Faith was a good girl. You know the straight A, clean nose, daddy's girl type? She volunteered at the nursing home, reading to the old geezers. She loved doing that stuff, then some dickhead teacher talks her into tutoring this jock. Fay and the jock start hanging out a lot, he's over a couple times a week to study or she'd go to his place." Jimmy shrugged. "Our folks were so happy, she was finally getting out. Then some jealous prepy chicks start shoving her in the halls, writing stuff on her locker, being real pains. Fay was used to stuff like this, she was the only one in her class to pass this test once and someone spread a rumor that she slept with the teacher. But it didn't stop at school. There were phone calls, and notes in the mail box, like with newspaper cut out words and everything. If anything Fay and Jock-boy just chilled more. He'd come over on Friday nights and they'd watch Smackdown, if there was a game on he'd come over, we have a big screen, and they'd watch the game."

"Sounds like they were friends, why were the other girls upset?" Athena hated herself right then for sounding like her high school counsler.

"They were whores, and lost a good john because he was with Faith. It got worse. They e-mailed her threatening her and stuff. Then my parents were out of town for the weekend and Jock-boy came over and actually spent the night. When the bitches found out they sent her this pic of a doll that looked like her and said they were going to do all this stuff to her if she didn't stop hangin' with jock-boy. They didn't stop and by the end of the week everything the girls said they would do to her had been done and her body was found in the river." he shuddered. "It was all sorts of nasty."

"So why are you here?"

"I looked this place up on the web. I saw it mentioned on a tv show. Well not here, but a similar place and figured I'd see if it's real. Not too hard to track if you know what you're looking for."

"Aren't your parents worried?"

"Probably." he shrugged and turned up his coke. "But they can't find who killed Fay, and I know. But the only people who will believe me are the ghost busters."

"Kiddo, why don't we call your folks, tell them you're okay and then take you to town and get you on the next bus home? I know it's tough right now but this doesn't really sound like our thing. Just leave it to the police."

"No! Won't you at least check it out? What if they do it again? Someone has to punish them." Athena dug a sucker out of her pocket and popped it in her mouth, she needed to think a minute, this kid wasn't making things easy.

"You call your parents I'll look into it. But I'll need more details and if it is our thing, you'll have to wait until my sister gets back."

"Where is she?" he asked eagerly knowing he was going to get what he wanted.

"On a hunt with some friends of ours."

"You let her go without you?" he looked perplexed by the concept of letting your older sister leave you behind.

"First rule of hunting: Everyone leaves. If you're lucky they come back, but they always leave."

"I don't like that rule."

"How old are you rugrat?" she asked patting the pockets of her jacket looking for her cell.

"14 next month." he smiled broadly.

"You are way to young for this." she muttered shaking her head and passing him the phone. "Call your dad, tell him you're in Montana and safe. Tell him you'll be home in a few days." Jimmy nodded and took the phone standing up.

"I'm going over there," he pointed to a semi empty section of the bar. "I'll be back." he promised before skittering away.

"Is she going to be okay?" Autumn asked Dr. Owen when he returned to the girl's room.

"We've done everything we can do, the rest is up to her. Do you know how we can contact family?" Dr. Owen, was an older doctor, probably a few years from retirement and while he still did things by the book he'd seen enough carnage in his years to allow small comforts, like the strangers that found the girl, in her room with her.

"No, sir. We found her, just like we said." Sam answered for her. Autumn hadn't let go of the kid's hand since she'd come back in. Dean and Marc had gone to watch over the CSI and police dispatched to investigate, Marc had barely been able to look at the girl and Dean didn't want Autumn left alone with vampire chow. So he'd ordered his brother to stay with Autumn and he took Marc with him to lurk.

"Yes, well, we didn't find any I.D. on her. I'll have one of my nurses get a look at missing persons matching her description. If she wakes up, don't let her do too much moving. That arm isn't going to heal right if she moves it." Dr. Owen warned hooking the chart over the foot of the bed and leaving.

"She looks like a Maggie don't you think?" Autumn asked relaxing back into her chair. Sam took his first real look at the girl, she wasn't too much younger than Marc, maybe eighteen, with freckles and soft caramel hair cut to hug her face, she did look like a Maggie.

"Yea," he leaned against the wall. "When do you think she'll wake up?"

"When the anesthetic wears off." Autumn answered matter-of-factly. "She was starting to wake up when we brought her in. I'm more worried about what she'll be able to tell us, than what she remembers. I've seen the damage those things can do. They thought she was dead, or as good as to leave her out as bait."

"How do we know it's bait?" While watching Autumn and Dean confer over the girl before they picked her up, he knew they'd come to conclusions and made decisions he wasn't privy to, and didn't like being left in the dark. That damn silent language of theirs.

"We've been here too long for them not to have picked up our scent. This nest knows all four of us, we've all killed a few of them. I don't like the way they're laying low. I want a full out attack, something upfront. When they stay hidden like this it means bad things."

"How many vampires have you come across?" she shrugged.

"Not many personally. Red always set Athena and I up sniper like. We'd rain poison arrows on them or bullets, slow them down and distract them and he and his brother would go in and do the dirty work. But even then it was only a handful, when they could really justify taking out vampires over something else."

"Hmm, where am I?" Autumn and Sam's head both jerked around to look at the girl she was trying to sit up.

"Shh, lay still." Autumn cooed. "You're in a hospital, we found you. You've been hurt, don't move your left arm."

"What?" there was a confused panic in the girl's groggy voice.

"It's okay, now. Just don't move it." Autumn smiled moving so the girl could clearly see her. "I'm Autumn, and this is my friend Sam." she tugged Sam over into view.

"I'm Fred."

"Nice to meet you Fred."