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Chapter 1

RING RING

The phone in the corner of the bar rang incessantly. Ellen Harvelle sighed as she wiped down the tables. "Jesus Christ, I'm coming, I'm coming", she muttered. Ever since Jo had taken off, Ellen had been swamped. While not an overly busy bar, the Roadhouse still had plenty of tasks and one person just wasn't always enough to handle them.

"Ya know, sayin the Lord's name in vain ain't gonna stop the phone from ringin'." Ash, with his super mullet, had decided to throw in his 2 cents.

"And pretending you care about the Lord's name won't make him pay your tab." She retorted. "Hello?"

"Um hi…is this Ellen?" the voice on the other line was female. It shook as if the caller was on the verge of tears.

"Yeah. Who's this?"

Ellen's reply steadied the voice a bit. "Uh my name is Jess. Things are happening and…and my uncle told me to call you if these things started to happen." Her voice became higher and she started speaking faster. "Well they are and I don't know what to do. I thought I was ready for this, but I'm not. You know, years of studying don't mean crap when it's happening. I need help. Please you've got to help me."

"Whoa…honey slow down, breathe. Now what did you say your name was again? And who is your uncle?"

"My name is Jess. My uncle was a uh…hunter. His name was Ken Co…"

"Connelly." Ellen interrupted. "He told me you would call someday. Said that the demon would be after people he cared for."

"He did? So he knew…I mean, I thought he was just taking a precaution. You know, 'hey in case demons ever start attacking and you can't handle it, call her to help….but nnnnooo he knew!" Jess had started to speed talk again. "He knew that it would attack people he cared about and didn't tell me! It killed 3 people before I figured out that a demon was doing the killings! And then when I figured out who the next victim would be I couldn't even save her! Debra Brewer was a second mother to me and all I could do was witness this thing make her kill herself!" She paused taking a breath. "Now I realize why else they other killings seemed strange, they were all people my uncle cared about! It's gonna come after my family…"

Ellen was holding the phone away from her ear as Jess' voice was becoming louder. She understood the poor girl's fear and anxiety but she needed a straight story. "Enough!" she said loudly into the mouthpiece. The voice on the other end became still. "Ok, I get it. You're pissed. And scared but I need you to calmly tell me exactly what's going on. Slowly."

Dean Winchester's Impala pulled into the dusty parking lot of the Roadhouse. The sun was almost down and several stars had already appeared in the sky. Through the windows Ellen was visible walking to a table with 3 men cleaning their guns. Grinning, Dean looked at his brother. Sam was fast asleep in the passenger seat. His mouth was slightly open with spit threatening to spill out.

Resisting the urge to pour salt into the open mouth, Dean elbowed Sam in the arm. Sam jerked, looking confused for a moment. Realization dawned on him as he saw the lit Roadhouse windows. "Rise and shine Sammy boy."

Sam glared at his older brother, rubbing his arm. "You know a little shake works just as well"

Dean grinned. "Yeah but gentle shaking seriously lowers the amount of enjoyment I get out of it." Pulling his jacket on, he swung open the car door. "Son of a bitch it's cold out here. Trust Ellen to live in a place where winter means permanently frozen body parts" Slipping a little on some ice Dean ran for the door. Laughing, Sam followed suit. Shit, Dean was right. It's cold as hell!

The brothers stumbled through the door, the exuberant entrance causing a couple of the other hunters to leap up, pointing guns. Upon recognizing the boys they sat down shaking their heads.

Shivering but smiling, Dean looked at Ellen. "How's about a cold one?"

"Bar. Now"

Taken aback Dean followed her, Sam laughing as he brought up the rear. After a few pleasantries, mainly grunts and hi's, Ellen brought them to the point of their visit. She had called Dean a week ago telling him she needed their help with a job. It was a touchy one that she would rather discuss in person. As the sat, Ellen looked quizzically at Sam causing Dean to bust out laughing. Confused, Sam looked at Ellen who replied, "Is there a reason your head looks like a disco ball?"

"Wha…? Dean what the hell did you do!" Sam ran his hand through his hair only to pull it back covered in glitter.

"Dude, not my fault that they had glitter hairspray at the gas station. Nor is it my fault you chose not to wake up." Dean grinned and twisted open his beer, taking a long swig. Sam glared and sat next to him.

"So what's up? Where's this job?" Dean asked.

"Lexington, North Carolina. An old friend of mine, Ken was a hunter out there."

Sam interrupted. "Wait, was?"

"Yeah, he died about 5 years."

Dean chimed in. "This wouldn't be Ken Connelly by chance would it?

"Yeah, you knew him?"

Dean chuckled. "Sort of. About 10 years ago he worked with us on a job involving a particularly, um snazzy werewolf. Elvis impersonator. Don't ask." Sam shrugged, not remembering Ken.

Ellen shook her head and continued her story. "Well about 2 months before he died, Ken called me. He let me know he had been working on 2 demons who were partners. Turned out they were actually the possessors of Bonnie and Clyde." Sam became even more intrigued. Legendary demons. "Well they have been possessing couples since then and probably before. When it comes to being evil, these two take home a medal. Ken however caught on and managed to trap one of them. The one who had possessed Clyde to be specific. He did what no other hunter had managed to due and sent him back to hell. As for Bonnie's possessor, she got away. He told me that after he had gotten rid of Clyde's demon, Bonnie's demon, rather than killing him began to weep. She seemed to go crazy with grief and incapable of controlling her host. When Ken tried to exorcise her she simply left her host saying only that one day all those he loved would die shamefully, regardless of whether he was dead or alive. Ken called me right after it happened and told me the story. He also told me he was going to give his niece Jess my name and number, to call me in case something happened to him and demonic activity began to take place near her. Jess has known about demons since she was a kid. Ken didn't have any kids of his own so he doted on Jess. He taught her all about this world: demons, spirits, creatures, everything. He always showed me new pictures whenever he was in town. He never took her on a hunt though, save the one during which he was killed."

Ellen's voice became harsher at this point. "She followed him on a hunt because she wanted to help, wanted to actually fight a spirit. He was getting ready to burn the bones when she caught up to him. Before she could make herself known the spirit appeared, pushing Ken off the cliff on top of which the grave was. Unfortunately for the spirit, Ken had dropped the match right then. The spirit was vanquished, but Ken died too. Jess witnessed her uncle's death."

Sam picked up on Ellen's change. Jo taking off was still a fresh wound and there was definitely a resemblance between the two girls regarding the desire to hunt. "So I take it this Bonnie demon is back for revenge?"

Ellen nodded. "Jess called my slightly hysterical."

"Oh great…" Dean muttered. Shooting him a look Ellen continued. "Apparently she didn't know about what the Bonnie demon had said. Ken simply left her with instructions to call if things started happening. SO she did and I spilled the beans but got her calmed down. There have been 4 deaths so far spread out over the past 3 months. All deaths have been ruled as suicide and in the basic term of the word they were. The demon possesses someone and forces them to commit suicide. Jess saw the last one happen. Her name was Debra Brewer and apparently Jess was close to her as well. The kid doesn't know what to do anymore and she's afraid it will come after her family soon."

Finishing off his beer Dean stood up. "Got a map? I've got no idea where Lexington is."

"You'll go then? Great. Sit back down though; I'll get you something to eat." Ellen returned a few minutes later with plates and more beer.

Two hours later Dean and Sam were back in the Impala. Sam's hair was wet from attempting to get the glitter out so he sat in the car shivering waiting for the heater to kick in.

"So, we need to start coming up with a plan to send Bonnie bitch back to hell. Any ideas?" Dean looked questioningly at Sam. Sam stared back, "maybe we could spray her with glitter, doesn't seem like the type to go for that look."

"Funny Sam. Seriously. I'm thinking basic bait, trap and exorcise routine."

"Yeah. We still need to find out how Jess knew the demon would go after the old lady next. A little research on her past possessions apart from Bonnie may help too."

"Sounds like a plan." Gunning the engine Dean sped out of the lot. Sixteen hours, 7 stops, 1 cop and 2 cans of glitter spray later the Impala exited the US-52S and turned left towards Lexington.