A/N: So I thought this chapter was a lot longer but oh well. As always I don't own Sam and Dean, blah blah blah. Reviews are appreciated and may encourage me to write faster. Please enjoy.

Same Day…4:58pm, Spokane's Costco

Jackson DuBois settled onto the seat attached to the table in the Costco food court. He'd been here every day for the past few weeks.

At first he wasn't sure if he was seeing correctly; in all his years he'd never seen one this far inland or this far west either, for that matter.

Now that he'd been watching, he knew…and Jackson called the only people that he trusted to fix this problem: John Winchester's boys.

Jackson wanted to do a little investigating himself but the crutches that he used prevented any and all stealthy movement. So all he could

do was watch. Watch and tell Dean and Sam what he knew and what he had seen. Jackson knew it had taken up residence in the

warehouse somewhere at night and made itself scarce in the morning before the building opened for business. He had yet to find out

where. Jackson ducked his head, keeping his eyes away from it's hypnotic gaze. The reaction time was faster each time she…it, glanced

his way. Soon her gaze would catch his and he'd be screwed.

The young man it was now talking to was already smitten, Jackson could tell, but something else was holding him back; keeping him from

following her commands. She was getting frustrated.

Manny's POV 4:40pm Costco

I felt someone staring at me and I turned around, searching the shoppers. I finally spotted her. She looked at me, I looked at

her; if it wasn't so cheesy, I'd say that it was love at first sight. She was gorgeous, and something about her smokey blue eyes

drew me to her. I walked towards her, my mother giving me a strange look until she noticed the girl. A goofy frown covered her

face; I knew she was thinking that it was my raging teenage hormones. I put my attention back on the girl…my girl. Wow, did I

really just think that? I may only be seventeen, but I don't say or think cheesy things. I just don't. Surprisingly I was able to

converse easily with her. Normally I'm very awkward and clumsy around girls. This girl, Jessamyn, was doing something to me,

but I don't know what. She asks me to go with her, somewhere, I think she said one of the back rooms. I want to go, her eyes

beg me to. But something restrains me and after a few more minutes I hear myself say that I can't and that I have to go.

Somehow, I walk away from her. I see a grizzled old man with a set of crutches staring thoughtfully at me. I caught up to Mom

in the checkout line, my gaze straying back to Jessamyn. My heart sank, seeing her chatting with another guy, the way she had

with me.