Okay, from now on, it follows the TV Series, but with some significant changes. I hope you enjoy.

Dean smirked, burrowing deeper under the covers. He could smell the heavenly aroma of Selene's cooking, but he also knew that if he stayed in bed long enough, she would bring it to him. Sam shook his head at Dean's childish ways. He knew very well that his brother just loved to play for Selene's attention, but then, he played for every girl's attention.

The young demon had been with them for over a month now, and while she was friendly enough with Dean, it was still Sam she felt closest to. Dean and Selene still fought, daily in fact, but Sam knew she'd weaselled her way into his heart. Now that Dean considered Selene a friend, not that he'd admit to it, Sam knew his brother would fight for her if needed.

Selene stalked into the room, balancing a tray of food and drinks. Sam sat up, greeting the cheery girl with a big, cheesy grin. Selene grinned back, placing Sam's breakfast on the bedside table beside him. Moving over to Dean, she placed his breakfast on his bedside table. Shaking her head slightly at his antics, she reached one hand out to rub the fleshy part of his ear.

"Oh yeah," Dean moaned at her touch, "Come to daddy." Rolling her eyes, Selene flicked his nose sharply. "Ow," Dean cried, sitting up immediately, "Damn that hurt." Selene sighed before exiting the room, unlike the brothers, she actually worked around the place, doing odd jobs. Sometimes she was a waitress at the local diner, others she worked at the local grocery store.

Dean groaned appreciatively as he watched the provocative sway of her hips as she walked out of the room, slowly leaning forward to follow her movements past the door. He was suddenly attacked by a pillow smacking into his head. "Damn it Dean," Sam muttered between bites, "Could you not check out everything with breasts? She's a friend for god's sake." Dean smirked. "Even better," he chuckled, "I always wanted a friend with benefits." Sam sighed heavily, resigning himself to finishing his breakfast.

Selene returned home to find both boys battling it out on the Xbox. There hadn't been any unexplained deaths or disappearances for a while, and she knew they had both earned a little relaxation. Moving into the kitchen, Selene began to prepare that night's dinner. Both brothers were hopeless in the kitchen. In fact, their idea of cooking was to heat up frozen meals. Seeing this, Selene had taken up the title of resident chef, making sure they had three proper meals a day. While she was there to cook both breakfast and dinner, Selene also made sure to prepare a lunch that could be re-heated at will.

The scents wafting from the kitchen were enough to make both brothers stop playing immediately and race over to the dining table. Selene chuckled softly to herself, laying the final touches on her masterpiece. Setting the table, the demon returned to the kitchen to grab the roast pork, with crackling, and her specialty, rosewater meringue cups, stuffed with mixed berries. Laying the carving knife down beside Dean, she took her place at the table, waiting for Dean to serve the meat before all three dug in.

Dean and Sam dressed silently for bed, both feeling satiated. Glancing out the window, Dean felt a slight twinge of discomfort. Seated in the branches of a tree just outside their window, was Selene. They had offered her a bed, but she refused, preferring to sleep outside. She'd told them that she liked to gaze at the stars, but Dean had the feeling it was more then that.

Dean wished she would come inside to sleep, it could get pretty cold during the night, but that didn't seem to phase her. Either she didn't feel the cold, or she didn't care. Dean sighed, he'd given up trying to tempt her inside.

Selene' violet eyes scanned the skies, when her demonic ears picked up the faint sound of Dean's phone ringing. "Dean," Sam grunted, trying to block out the sound of his brother's phone. Giving up on sleep, he reached over to answer the phone. "Hello?" he asked sleepily.

'Sam, is that you?' the voice on the other end spoke. Sam was immediately jolted from sleep. "Dad," he asked worriedly, "Are you hurt?"

'I'm fine,' came the response. Sam sighed slightly with relief. Selene leapt over to the window, balancing on the window sill as she opened the window. "We've been looking for you everywhere," Sam replied, "We didn't know where you were, if you were okay."

'Sammy, I'm alright. What about you and Dean?' the voice cut Sam off. Selene slipped into the room, noticing Dean's waking form. "We're fine," Sam assured, "Dad, where are you?" Dean sat up immediately at the mention of his father. 'Sorry kiddo, can't tell you that.' Selene watched Sam becoming more and more exasperated. "What?" he questioned, "Why not?" Dean stared at his brother. "Is that dad?" he asked, becoming more alert with every moment.

'Look, I know this is hard for you to understand. You're just gonna have to trust me on this.' came the response. "You're after it aren't you," Sam asked, "The thing that killed mum."

'Yeah. It's a demon, Sam.' the voice on the other end of the phone told Sam. "A demon?" Sam repeated, "You know for sure?" Selene eyed the boys with new reverence. She knew their mother had died, but never what had caused her death. For them to accept her, after another demon had murdered their own mother, spoke volumes of the brothers' compassion. At least now she knew why Dean had been so hostile when they first met. "A demon?" Dean asked, startling Selene out of her train of thought, "What's he saying?"

'I do. Listen, Sammy, I, uh…I also know what happened to your girlfriend. I'm so sorry. I would've done anything to protect you from that.' Came the voice. Sam's breath caught in his throat. "You know where it is?" he asked, heart pounding as he waited for the response. 'Yeah, I think I'm finally closing in on it.'

"Let us help," Sam told his father, "We have Selene now. She's helped us out of some tight spots, maybe she could help us beat this thing. She's a really great girl, and I think you'd really like her, and she's magic in the kitchen." Sam smiled over at the demon. It was true, Sam knew that with her help, they could find this demon much faster. 'You can't. You can't be any part of it, and I refuse to let you bring your new girlfriend come along for the ride. Did you forget about Jessica so quickly?'

"She's not my girlfriend," Sam told his father, "She knows what she's doing, and she's a mean hand with a blade, so why not? Why won't you let us join you?" Dean stood up from the bed. "Give me the phone," he demanded. He knew Sam would fight his father all the way on this, and he didn't like the assumptions his father seemed to be making about Selene. 'Why would she be with Sam anyway?' Dean thought, 'Jeez dad, we both know I'm the more likely candidate.'

'Listen, Sammy, that's why I'm calling. You and your brother, you gotta stop looking for me. Alright, now, I need you to write down these names.' His father's voice sounded down the phone line once more. "Names? What names?" Sam asked, "Dad, talk to me, tell me what's going on."

'Look, we don't have time for this. This is bigger than you think, they're everywhere. Even us talking right now, it's not safe.' His father told him, urging Sam to stop fighting and just listen. "No. Alright?" Sam yelled down the phone, "No way." Selene sighed, this conversation was getting no where fast. "Give me the phone," Dean demanded once more, a little more forcefully this time. 'I have given you an order. Now, you stop following me, and you do your job. You understand me? Now, take down these names.' Sam's father spoke once more. Dean pulled the phone out of his brother's hands. "Dad, it's me," He told his father, "Where are you…Yes sir…Uh, yeah, I got a pen. What are their names?"

Selene soon found herself seated in the backseat of Dean's car, driving down the highway. Sam had the steering wheel, while Dean rested. "Alright," Sam spoke, "So the names Dad gave us, they're all couples?" Dean nodded to his brother. "Three different couples," he replied, "All went missing." Sam nodded, digesting the information. "And they're all from different towns?" he asked, "Different states?" Dean nodded once more. "That's right," he replied, "You got Washington, New York, Colorado. Each couple took a road trip cross-country. None of them arrived at their destination, and none of them were ever heard from again." Sam sighed, this information was getting them nowhere, except further away from Dad. "Well," he replied, "It's a big country Dean. They could've disappeared anywhere." Dean shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Yeah," he replied, "Could've. But each one's route took 'em to the same part of Indiana. Always on the second week of April. One year after another" Sam gave his brother an inquiring glance. "This is the second week of April," he stated, knowing where his brother was taking this. "Yep," came the reply. Selene smiled to herself. It was about time she got to flex her claws.

"So," Sam replied, "Dad is sending us to Indiana to go hunting for something before another couple vanishes?" Dean smirked at his brother. Trust Sam to like to have all the facts. "Yahtzee," Dean exclaimed, "Can you imagine putting together a pattern like this? All the different obits Dad had to go through? The man's a master." Sam suddenly pulled over to the side of the road. "What are you doing?" Dean asked. Selene began to feel the tension in the air.

"We're not going to Indiana," Sam declared, his mind set. "We're not?" Dean asked, looking worriedly at his brother. "No," Sam told him, "We're going to California. Dad called from a payphone. Sacramento area code." Selene shook her head at Sam's folly. Did he honestly think Dean would submit to that? "Sam," Dean started, only to have Sam cut him off. "Dean," Sam reasoned, "If this demon killed Mum and Jess, and Dad's closing in, we've gotta be there. We've gotta help." Dean shook his head at his brother. "Dad doesn't want our help," He explained.

"I don't care," Sam bit out. Selene could feel the tension slowly building. This was a fight neither would win. Both were far too stubborn. "He's given us an order," Dean told his brother through clenched teeth. "I don't care," Came Sam's casual reply, "We don't always have to do what he says."

"Sam," Dean bit back, "Dad is asking us to work jobs, to save lives, it's important." "Alright," Sam sighed, "I understand, believe me, I understand. But I'm talking one week here, man, to get answers. To get revenge." Selene shook her head. This was going no where fast, and all Selene was getting was a massive headache. If only they weren't so loud about it. Her sensitive hearing was making their voices pound her eardrum with painful force.

"Alright," Dean tried to reason, "Look, I know how you feel." Sam's head snapped around to face his brother. "Do you?" Sam spat with a hint of venom, "How old were you when Mom died? Four? Jess died six months ago. How the hell would you know how I feel?"

Dean was shocked by his brother's outburst, but held firm to his own argument. "Dad said it wasn't safe," he explained, "For any of us. I mean, he obviously knows something that we don't, so if he says to stay away, we stay away." Sam shook his head mockingly. How could his brother trust a man who wasn't even there for them? "I don't understand the blind faith you have in the man," Sam snapped back, "I mean, it's like you don't even question him."

"Yeah," Dean yelled, "It's called being a good son!" That was it. Sam had had enough. Sam threw the car door open, popping the trunk on his way. Reaching the boot, he began to unload all of his own belongings. "You're a selfish bastard, you know that?" Dean spat at his brother, getting out of the car himself. "You just do whatever you want. Don't care what anybody thinks." Not to be left in the car, Selene jumped out too, glancing backwards and forwards between the brothers.

"That's what you really think?" Sam asked, silently wishing his brother would stop taking orders from their father for once. "Yes, it is," Dean bit back, hoping his brother would try to understand things from their father's perspective. He knew his brother had a point, but he also knew their father never said anything without a reason behind it. There must be something about this demon that they didn't know about yet.

"Well," Sam quipped, "Then this selfish bastard is going to California. Selene, What about you? You coming to help me find Dad? Or are you going to stay with the 'good son' and go to Indiana?"

"Come on," Dean cried, "You're not serious." Silently praying Selene would join him. Not only would he love to get to know the little demon on a more 'personal level', but her getting back in the car would most likely get Sam to jump back in. Sam was fond of her, always looked out for her. Dean knew he wouldn't part with her so easily. "I am serious," Sam replied.

Selene glanced between the two of them. She liked Dean, and she knew he took demon hunting seriously. She could see the man he would become. The warrior raging inside his heart. She could see the same in Sam, his was just a little shyer. Dean was a pillar of strength, and while Sam could be just as strong when pushed, he was a more nervous of the two. But for all that, Selene knew that they were at their strongest when they were together.

Reaching a conclusion, Selene moved to the car. "I'm sorry Dean," she told him, extracting her own items from the trunk of the car, "But I lost my father, and if going to California is what it takes to stop that from happening to you two as well, then that's what I'll do." She offered Dean a sad smile, confident in her decision. Sam's soul was calling out for a travelling companion. He wasn't ready to face this evil alone. Dean was tougher then that. She knew he'd be fine on his own.

Selene turned to see Sam beginning to walk off. Turning back to Dean she held out her hand. "Here," she told him, "Take this. Just promise me you'll wear it." Dean felt something sharp touch his palm. It was a fang, tied to a thin leather cord. Looking up, he saw Selene trying to catch up to Sam.

"It's the middle of the night!" Dean yelled after their silhouettes, "Hey, I'm taking off, I will leave your ass, you hear me?" Sam stopped walking and turned to face his brother. "That's what I want you to do," He replied, staring at his brother while Selene caught up to him. "Goodbye, Sam," Dean called back, closing the trunk and getting back into his car, before speeding away toward Indiana.

Sam watched the car, and his brother, race into the distance. "Come on Selene," Sam said, offering his hand to the girl, "Let's find my father." Selene nodded slightly, getting a slight prickling up her neck. She suddenly had a feeling that this parting of ways was just the beginning of something. Somehow, she got the feeling that the next time they saw Dean wouldn't not be a joyous occasion.

Dean drove into a small town in Indiana, known as Burkitsville. Pulling over to the side of the road, he whipped out his cell phone. He'd been really harsh to Sam, and he wanted to know that his little brother was alright.

Selecting Sam's number, his finger froze over the call button. What was he thinking? Sam had Selene with him. If his brother was in trouble, she'd definitely know how to help him out. Still, he did want to know how they were. His pride got the better of him and Dean closed his phone and stepped out of the car. It was time to get to work.

Dean walked up to 'Scotty's Cafe to see a man sitting in a chair on the porch. "Let me guess," Dean asked, gesturing to the sign while pointing at the man, "Scotty?" The man looked up at the sign before acknowledging him. "Yep," he replied.

Dean gave him what he hoped was a charming smile. 'Damn,' he thought to himself, 'Sam's so much better at the sincerities.' "Hi," Dean offered, "My name's John Bonham." Scotty looked at him strangely. "Isn't that the drummer for Led Zeppelin?" he inquired. Dean did a double take, shocked by the man's knowledge. "Wow," he replied, "Good. Classic rock fan." 'Damn it,' he thought, 'I should've used a different alias, but who knew a country hick would be a fan?'

Scotty ignored Dean's comment, growing more suspicious of his with every second. "What can I do for you John?" he asked. Dean pulled out two pieces of paper from his pocket. Both were missing person's reports on the most recent victims. "I was wondering if, uh, you'd seen these people by any chance," Dean asked him, letting Scotty see the forms.

"Nope," he replied, "Who are they?" Dean sighed internally, he knew this conversation would get him no where. "Friends of mine," he replied, "They went missing about a year ago. They passed through somewhere around here and I've already asked around Scottsburg and Salem-" Scotty handed the forms back to Dean. "Sorry," he replied, "We don't get many strangers around here." Dean nodded slowly. Looking at his dead-pan, serious face Dean just couldn't help himself. "Scotty," he said, "You've got a smile that lights up a room, anybody ever tell you that?" Dean chuckled when he saw Scotty staring at him strangely. "Never mind," Dean continued, walking away, "See you around."

Sam and Selene were walking down the side of the road, talking about whatever came to mind, when Selene suddenly stopped. "Do you smell that?" she asked Sam, who shook his head. Selene smiled softly. "It's fresh mint," she told him, "There's some wild mint growing just past that line of trees." Turning to Sam she gave him a dose of her 'puppy eyes'. "Do you mind if I gather some herb?" she asked, "You can continue on, but I'd like to have a store of herbs so I can mix up some healing poultices." Sam sighed, she knew he couldn't win against the puppy eyes. "What if I walk to far ahead?" he asked, "Or if I manage to score a lift?" Selene smiled once more. "I'm a demon," she told him, "I'm sure I can catch up to a car." She waited until Sam began to walk on down the road before entering the trees.

Walking down the road, Sam spotted a small figure on the side of the road. Stepping closer he saw a young girl with short blonde hair, sitting with her back to him. "Hey," Sam called out, trying to gain her attention. Standing behind her, Sam gently placed his hand on her shoulders. She jumps, pulling out her headphones as she spins to face him. "You scared the hell outta me," she told him.

"I'm sorry," Sam told her, smiling sheepishly, "I thought you might need some help." The blonde stared up at him. "No, I'm good," she replied, "Thanks." Not to be put off with her independent attitude, Sam continued. "Uh, so where you headed?" he asked, trying to break down her barriers. "No offence," she replied, "But no way I'm telling you."

Sam was taken aback. "Why not?" he asked, wandering what she had against him. The blonde looked up at him. "You could be some kind of freak," she replied, like it was well-known, common sense, "I mean, you are hitchhiking." Sam gave her a quizzical look, before shrugging it off. "Well," he reasoned, "So are you." She laughed heartily until a van honked its horn while pulling over.

"Need a ride?" the driver asked. Remembering what Selene told him about catching up, Sam replied with a 'Yeah,' at the same time the girl beside him did. "Just her," the driver called out, "I ain't takin' you." The girl hurriedly gathered her things before hopping into the passenger side of the van. "So you trust shady van guy and not me?" Sam asked incredulously. Taking a glance over at the driver, she turned back. "Definitely," she told him, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Sam stood, watching them drive away when something grabbed his shoulder. "What the...?" Sam cried out, spinning to face Selene, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Wow," she replied, "Someone's a wound a little too tightly. You should relax a little, calm those nerves." Sam chuckled, he couldn't stay mad at the bubbly demon before him. "Shall we continue?" she asked, indicating to the road with an inclination of her head. "Ladies first," Sam replied.

Dean sighed to himself. He'd been wandering around the town trying to find some information on the most recent victims. You'd think that, considering they didn't receive many outsiders, that these people would practically jump at the chance to find out something from other places.

He was now inside Jorgeson General Store, trying to find out if the couple before him had seen them either. With the fact that they didn't have visitors from other places that frequently, you'd think someone in the town might actually remember them.

"You sure they didn't stop for gas or something?" Dean asked, flashing the forms to the couple. "Nope," he replied, "Don't remember 'em. You said they were friends of yours?" Dean sighed, this was getting no where fast. "That's right," Dean confirmed. A young girl came down the stairs, with an armful of boxes.

"Did the guy have a tattoo?" she inquired, walking over to where Dean was standing. Dean gave her his trademark smirk. "Yes, he did," he told her. 'Finally,' he thought, 'I might actually be getting somewhere.'

Emily placed the boxes down on the counter, before turning back to Dean. Glancing at the picture, she turned to face the couple. "You remember?" she asked, "They were just married." The man came back over, taking another glance at the picture staring up at him. "You're right," he replied, "They did stop for gas. Weren't here more then ten minutes." Dean nodded. "You remember anything else?" he asked, desperately hoping for some small morsal of information. "I told 'em how to get back to the Interstate," he told Dean, "They left town." 'Yes,' Dean congratulated himself, 'This was the information he was looking for.' "Could you point me in that same direction?" He asked eagerly. The man nodded. "Sure," he replied.

Driving down by an orchard, Dean suddenly heard a noise emanating from the back seat. "What the hell?" he asked. Pulling over, he reached over the seat and began to fumble through his bag. His fingers finally closing around the Electro-Magnetic Frequency meter, which was now beeping urgently. 'Looks like this is the spot,' Dean thought, 'Time to do some work.'

Walking through the orchard, Dean's gaze is drawn to a scarecrow tied to its post. Striding over to the wooden pole, he stares at the hideous form on the post. "Dude," Dean told the scarecrow, "You fugly." Staring at its motionless form, he noticed a sickle in place of a right hand, and a design slightly higher up.

Taking a quick glance around at his surroundings, Dean spotted a ladder against a nearby tree. Moving it over to the deformed spectre, he climbed up the rungs, bringing himself eye to eye with the scarecrow. Reaching out his hand, Dean moved the clothing on the scarecrow's right arm, to reveal a design. Pulling out his Missing Person's report, he compared the picture of the male victim to the scarecrow. The designs were a perfect match. Taking one last look at the scarecrow, Dean smirked at the scarecrow's head. "Nice tat," he quipped.

Pulling into the Burkitsville gas station, Dean jumped out of his car. Looking up, he noticed the young girl from before, standing by the gas pumps. "You're back," she exclaimed, giving him a warm smile. "Never left," he replied, with a smile of his own. 'Still got it,' Dean thought to himself. "Still looking for your friends?" she asked, not taking her eyes off him. Dean nodded slowly, eyes taking in the name on her necklace.

"You mind fillin' her up there Emily?" he asked. Emily immediately leapt up, grabbing a pump and begins to fill the car up. "So," Dean asked, trying to break the silence, "You grew up here?" Emily glanced up from her work, and shook her head at Dean. "I came here when I was thirteen," she replied, "I lost my parents. Car accident. My aunt and uncle took me in."

Dean nodded interestedly. "They're nice people," he remarked casually. Emily smiled once more. "Everybody's nice here," she replied, returning her focus to the task at hand. "So, what," Dean asked, "It's the, uh, perfect little town?" This earned him a slight smile from her. "Well," she began, "You know, it's the boonies. But I love it. I mean, the towns around us, people are losing their homes, their farms. But here, it's almost like we're blessed."

Nodding, Dean's brain suddenly lit up with an idea. "Hey," he asked conspiratorially, "You been out to the orchard? You seen that scarecrow?" He watched as the girl shuddered involuntarily. "Yeah," she replied, "It creeps me out." Dean chuckled. 'Oh yeah,' he thought, 'I know that feeling.' "Whose is it?" he asked. Emily shrugged slightly. "I don't know," she replied, "It's just always been there."

Dean inclined his head towards a red van parked outside the garage. "That your aunt and uncle's?" he asked conversationally, making it look like he was checking the car out. Emily shook her head. "Customer," she replied, "Had some car troubles." Dean regarded her for a moment. "It's not a couple, is it?" he asked, "A guy and a girl?" Emily nodded her head once more, confirming Dean's prediction.

Sam and Selene continued to walk along the roadside. Selene felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Her instincts picked up on an aura in the area. As they neared a bus station, she felt the aura grow steadily stronger. While she was more then happy to let the feeling slide and continue into the place like nothing was wrong, her instincts were clambering at her that the aura held demonic origins.

Tapping Sam on the shoulder, Selene cleared her throat. "Hey," she told him, "I'm just going to go find a bathroom. Would you mind looking after my belongings?" Sam smiled at the demon. "Sure," he told her, "I don't mind at all." Selene smiled warmly at him, before remembering something else. "I was thinking," she began, "I should really try to work on my people skills, so I'm going to talk to some of the people in the area." Sam smiled at her once more. "Take your time," he told her, knowing that any chance she could use now to further integrate herself into today's society would benefit the team later. "If I'm not back in time for the bus," she told him, "Just go without me. I know how much your father means to you, and I can always catch up."

Selene watched Sam nod his agreement before he continued into the bus station. Quickly ducking out of sight, she began to transform herself. It was something her father had taught her during his instructions. If you were caught in enemy territory and unable to fight, make your own demonic aura as small as possible to hide from your enemies. The only way to make your aura smaller was to make yourself smaller too. Concentrating on her goal, she felt herself shrink. Moments later, a black kitten crept around the corner, violet eyes shining with intelligence.

Selene slinked into the bus station in time to witness the clerk speaking to Sam. "Sorry, the Sacramento bus doesn't run again till tomorrow," she told him. Checking the schedule she continued, "Uh, 5:05PM." Sam sighed, frustrated with yet another delay. He needed to get to Dad now. "Tomorrow?" Sam asked, "There's got to be another way." The clerk, sick of his attitude replied, "There is. Buy a car."

Sam stormed away from the ticket window, pulling out his phone and selecting Dean's number. Selene hissed softly at the clerk to show her displeasure, not like the clerk could see her anyway, before trotting off after Sam. A blonde sitting on the floor suddenly looked up.

"Hey!" she cried out. Sam looked up from his phone to glance at the girl. Turning of his phone, he walked over to the girl. "Hey," he replied, smiling warmly. Selene watched cautiously, how did Sam know this girl? "You again," the blonde said, staring at Sam. "What happened to your ride?" Sam asked. 'How the hell did he know this girl?' Selene started to wonder. "You were right," the blonde replied, "The guy was shady. He was all hands." Sam raised his eyebrows, and Selene raised her hackles. She couldn't quite put her paw on it, but there was just something she didn't like about this girl. "I cut him loose," she continued. Noticing Sam's disappointment, the blonde asked, "What's the matter?"

"Just trying to get to California," Sam replied half-heartedly. Even though he liked meeting this girl again, he just felt like he was being dealt one blow after another in his quest to reach Dad. "No way," she replied excitedly, shock evident on her face. Sam stared at her. "Yeah," he confirmed. Selene couldn't help rolling her eyes at the pair.

"Me too," she cried, getting up and walking over to Sam, "You know, the next bus isn't until tomorrow?" Selene started prancing around under the table, mimicking the blonde's walk. "Yeah," Sam replied, "Yeah, that's the problem." The blonde stared inquiringly at Sam. "Why?" she asked, "What's in California that's so important?"

Sam sighed. "Just something I've been looking for," he replied, "For a long time." The blonde smiled. "Well," she told him, "Then I'm sure it can wait one more day, right?" Sam laughed, and the blonde extended her hand. "I'm Meg." Sam smiled warmly at her. "Sam." Under the table, Selene started pretending to stuff her paw down her throat and vomit.

Dean walked into Scotty's Café, noticing a couple sitting at one of the tables. "Oh hey Scotty," Dean called out, "Can I get a coffee, black?" Scotty left to get Dean his drink. "Oh," he called after him, "And some of that pie too while you're at it." He sat down at the table next to the couple. "How ya doin'?" he asked, gaining waves and smiles from the couple, "Just passing through?"

The girl smiled, "Road trip," she replied. Dean gave them a smile he hoped was endearing, before answering. "Yeah," he told them, "Me too." The couple nodded politely while Scotty walked over to re-fill their drinks. "I'm sure there people want to eat in peace," he told Dean firmly. "Just a friendly conversation," Dean told Scotty, who began to walk away, "Oh, and that coffee too man. Thanks." Scotty gave him an agitated glance.

Dean turned back to the couple. "So," he asked, "What brings you to town?" The girl turned to face Dean. "We just stopped for gas," she replied, "And, uh, the guy at the gas station saved our lives."

Dean's eyebrows raised slightly. "Is that right?" he asked, wondering where this was leading. The man nodded. "Yeah, one of our break lines was leaking," he replied, "We had no idea. He was fixing it for us." 'Okay,' Dean thought to himself, 'This is getting a little bit wierd.' "Nice people," Dean commented. The man nodded genuinely. "Yeah," he replied, turning back to his pie. "So," Dean asked again, "How long till you're up and runnin'?" The man turned away from his pie to face Dean. "Sundown," he replied.

"Really," Dean asked, his eyebrows raised, "To fix a brake line?" The man nodded. "I mean, you know," Dean continued, "I know a thing or two about cars. I could probably have you up and running in about an hour. I wouldn't charge you anything." The girl looked slightly sceptical. "You know," she replied, "Thanks a lot, but I think we'd rather have a mechanic do it."

'Damn it,' Dean thought to himself, 'This was why I need Sam.' Sam's charming smiles and people skills had a way of making people believe him. "Sure," Dean replied, "I know." Then, Dean being Dean, he couldn't help but spit out the next line. "You know," he began, "It's just that these roads. They're not real safe at night."

The couple exchanged glances. "I'm sorry?" the girl asked, staring at Dean like he was crazy. Dean was getting desperate now. "I know it sounds strange," he told them, "But, uh, you might be in danger."

The man was getting angry now. "Look," he said irritated, "We're trying to eat here. Okay?" Dean nodded. "Yeah," he muttered disappointedly, silently wishing Sam was beside him, "You know, my brother could give you this puppy-dog look, and you'd just buy right into it."

A tiny bell rang as the door to the Cafe opened, while Scotty walked in from the back room. "Thanks for coming Sheriff," Scotty said, walking over to the new-comer. Dean began to feel nervous as Scotty whispered in the man's ear. They both looked over at Dean, who pointedly looked away. Walking over to him, the Sheriff began to speak. "I'd like a word," he told Dean. Dean sighed. "Come on," he pleaded, "I'm having a bad day already." The couple looked almost sympathetic. "You know what would make it worse?" the Sheriff asked. Dean nodded slowly. Oh boy did he know.

Dean drove down the Interstate, the Sheriff's car following closely behind. Once they reached a decent distance between them and Burkitsville, pulled over to the side of the road. He watched Dean drive away, then turned his car around and drove back to town.

Sam and Meg were sitting at a table laden with beers and various foods. Selene had long since given up on listening to their constant flirtations and was busy seeking other methods of entertainment. During the past few hours, Selene had learnt a few things, Sam had met Meg during the brief moment she'd been picking herbs, the bus station had a rat problem, and the rats here were incredibly stupid.

Lazily swiping her paw, Selene sent yet another rat flying head-first into a table leg. She was rewarded with a gratifying sound of its skull shattering on impact. Adding the new addition to her steadily growing collection, she realised that was the sixth rat in under an hour. Sitting back down, Selene began to ponder the repercussions of displaying her little collection in strategic spots around the station.

"So," Sam began, "What are you on, some kind of vacation or something?" Meg laughed. "Yeah, right," she replied, "It's all sipping Crystal poolside for me," earning her a laugh from Sam, "No. I had to get away from my family." Sam leaned in closer, completely oblivious to the rat smashing head-first into their table leg. "Why?" he asked.

Meg smiled sadly. "I love my parents," she told him, "And they wanted what's best for me. They just didn't care if I wanted it. I was supposed to be smart, but not smart enough to scare away a husband," Sam smiled as she continued, "It's just...because y family said so, I was supposed to sit there and do what I was told. So I went my own way instead. I'm sorry. The things you say to people you hardly know."

"No,no," Sam replied enthusiastically, "It's okay. I know how you feel. Remember that brother I mentioned before, that I was road-tripping with?" Meg nodded, letting Sam continue, "It's, uh, it's kind of the same deal."

"And that's why you're not riding with him anymore?" Meg asked. Sam shook his head, an Meg smiled, raising her beer. "Here's to us," she told him, "The food might be bad, and the beds might be hard. But at least we're living our own lives, and nobody else's." Sam raised his own beer, tapping it softly against Meg's before both drank.

Underneath the table, Selene rolled her eyes. It hadn't taken much for Sam to forget she ever existed. He hadn't even bought food for her. Her eyes gained an evil glint. Hooking her claws into one of her collection, she flicked her paw, sending the 'present' soaring, landing on the table with a soft 'thump'.

Driving back down the Interstate, under the cover of night, Dean was soon passing by the orchard. Spotting the couple's car, he pulled over, jumping out of the car. Grabbing his shotgun and extra shots, he raced into the orchard.

Dodging through the trees, Dean soon found the couple, and the scarecrow chasing them. Dean ran out, placing himself between the couple and the scarecrow. They stop running, turning to face the man they'd considered crazy earlier that day.

"Get back to you car," Dean yelled at them. The couple stared at him, then spotted the scarecrow moving towards them. "Go!" Dean cried, "Go!" The stunned couple began to run, as Dean swung his gun up, firing a shot at the scarecrow. It stumbled slightly, but kept moving towards Dean. He soon began running, following the couple, turning around every so often to fire another shot at the scarecrow.

"Go!" Dean cried once more, catching sight of the couple, "Go!" The three reached the edge of the orchard and Dean swung around, gun ready, but all he could see was trees. "What the hell was that?" the man cried, staring searchingly at Dean. Dean began putting his gun away, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction that the scarecrow hadn't fed tonight. "Don't ask," he replied.

Selene crept closer to Sam when she heard Dean's voice on the other end of the phone. Meg was fast asleep, and that was just the way Selene preferred it. "The scarecrow climbed of its cross?" Sam asked incredulously, making Selene's ears perk slightly.

'Yeah,' came Dean's voice, 'I'm tellin' ya. Burkitsville, Indiana. Fun town." Sam grew worried. "It didn't kill the couple," he asked, "Did it?" Both Selene and Sam waited with baited breath for Dean's answer. 'No,' he replied, 'I can't cope without you, you know.' 'Yes,' Selene thought, 'Keep this up Dean, and we'll see if we can get a reunion.'

"So," Sam continued, "Something must be animating it. A spirit." Selene began to search her memory of anything to do with a scarecrow. 'No,' Dean replied, 'It's more then a spirit. It's a god. A Pagan god, anyway.' Sam's eyebrows snapped together in concern. He was starting to feel bad for leaving Dean. "What makes you say that?" Sam asked.

'The annual cycle of its killings,' Dean replied, 'And the fact that the victims are always a man and a woman. Like some kind of fertility right. And you should see the locals. The way they treated this couple. Fattenin' 'em up like a Christmas Turkey.' Sam nodded slowly, while Selene stared inquiringly at him. "The last meal," Sam responded, "Given to sacrificial victims." Selene shook her head, humans were crazy. 'Yeah,' was Dean's response, 'I'm thinking a ritual sacrifice to appease some Pagan god.'

"So," Sam began, gathering all the facts mentally, "A god possesses the scarecrow..." 'And the scarecrow takes the sacrifice,' Dean continued, 'And for another year, the crops won't wilt, and disease won't spread." Sam nodded, he liked to have all the facts at hand before making a conclusion. "Do you know which god you're dealing with?" he asked, not noticing the breath he was holding. 'No,' Dean replied, 'Not yet.'

"Well," Sam replied, "You figure out what it is, you can figure out a way to kill it." Dean chuckled softly. 'I know,' he responded, 'I'm actually on my way to a local community college. I've got an appointment with a professor. You know, since I don't have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research." Selene smiled when she heard Sam's laughter. He needed his brother, even if he didn't know it.

"You know," Sam told his brother, "If you're hinting that you need my help, just ask." 'I'm not hinting anything,' came Dean's reply, 'Actually, uh, I want you to know...I mean, don't think...' Sam smiled slightly. "Yeah," Sam replied, "I'm sorry too." Selene's ears twitched, Dean couldn't even say the words 'sorry' to his brother, yet he'd said them to her.

'Sam,' Dean continued, 'You were right. You gotta do your own thing. You gotta live your own life.' Sam stared at the phone incredulously. Was the person on the other end really his brother? "Are you serious?" Sam asked.

'You've always known what you want,' Dean replied, 'And you go after it. You stand up to Dad, and you always have. Hell, I wish I...anyway, I admire that about you. I'm proud of you Sammy.' Selene smiled softly. 'You go Dean,' she thought vehemently, 'Now bring this home. Come on, you can do it.' "I don't even know what to say," Sam replied, still shocked by his brother's attitude, or lack-there-of. 'Say you'll take care of yourself,' Dean told him. Sam nodded mutely. "I will," he promised his brother, not knowing how to take this new side of Dean. 'Call me when you find Dad,' Dean said. Sam's face fell. He'd been expecting his brother to ask him to come back, not wish him well. "Okay," he promised, "Bye Dean."

Selene flopped on to the floor, not believing the pride of the brothers. This was going to take a lot of work. Sam hung up in time to see Meg stirring. "Who was that?" she asked. Sam smiled sadly. "My brother," he replied. Meg's eyebrows twitched together at the mention of Dean. Selene began contemplating using another rat. "What'd he say?" Meg asked softly. Sam glanced at the phone. "Goodbye," he replied.

Dean was standing in a Community College, talking to the professor. "It's not every day I get a research question on Pagan ideology," he told Dean, who shrugged nonchalantly, trying to keep his 'student' guise. "Yeah, well, call it a hobby," Dean responded. The professor nodded slightly. "But you said you were interested in local lore?" he inquired, earning a nod from Dean, "I'm afraid Indiana isn't really known for its Pagan worship."

"Well," Dean asked, "What if it was imported? You know, like the pilgrims brought their religion over. Wasn't a lot of this area settled by immigrants?" Dean stared inquisitorially at the professor. "Well," the professor said, "Yes." Dean nodded, relieved to finally be getting somewhere. "Like that town near here," Dean continued, "Burkitsville. Where are their ancestors from?" The professor began to look unsettled. "Uh, northern Europe, I believe. Scandinavia."

"What could you tell me about those Pagan gods?" Dean asked, staring at the professor intently. "Well," the professor began, "There are hundreds of Norse gods and goddesses." Dean nodded, "I'm actually looking for one," he responded, "Might live in an orchard." The professor nodded, escorting him through to a classroom, where he brought out a large book, placing it on the table.

"Wood gods, hm?" The professor asked, leafing through the book, "Well, let's see." Dean notices a picture resembling a scarecrow tied to a post in a field. "Wait, wait, wait," Dean spoke up, flipping back to the page and pointing to the picture, "What's that one?" The professor seemed to be a little uncomfortable. "Oh," the professor exclaimed, "That's not a wood god, per se."

Dean began to read from the book. "The V-Vanir?" Dean started, gaining a nod from the professor, "The Vanir were Norse gods of protection and prosperity, keeping the local settlements safe from harm. Some villages built effigies of the Vanir in their fields. Other villages practiced human sacrifices. One male, and one female," pointing to the picture, Dean turned to the professor, "Kind of looks like a scarecrow, huh?" The professor shifted slightly on his feet. "I suppose," he confirmed.

Dean turned back to the book. "This particular Vanir, that's energy sprung from the sacred tree?" he asked, glad he was finally getting the answers to all his questions. The professor nodded once more. "Well," he began, "Pagans believed all sorts of things were infused with magic."

"So," Dean asked, listening intently for the professor's answer, "What would happen if the sacred tree was torched? You think it'd kill the god?" The professor began to laugh slightly. "Son," he told Dean, "These are just legends we're discussing." Dean nodded ferverently. "Oh," Dean replied, "Of course. Yeah, you're right. Listen, thank you very much." He shook the professor's hand, while his mind was thinking of ways to sneak back to Burkitsville and take up the life of a Pyro. "Glad I could help," the professor replied.

Dean strode over to the classroom door. Opening the door, he suddenly found his head becoming quite friendly with the butt of a rifle. He had only a moment to see the Sheriff's face before falling into the depths of a, all-consuming blackness.

Dean slowly regained consciousness, only to see blackness all around him. 'This wouldn't have happened if Sam was here,' Dean thought miserably. Sam would've done all the book work, and that damn Sheriff wouldn't have even known he was still in the area. He began to search his pocket for anything of use, when his finger pricked itself on something sharp.

Reaching into his pocket once more, he began to feel around more tentatively. His fingers finally closed around something long, thin and sharp. 'The fang,' Dean remembered. Holding it in his hand, he could almost feel Selene's calming presence wash over him. Smiling fondly, he pulled the cord over his head, silently wishing she was there to help him out.

His ears picked up the sounds of a struggle when a door opened, illuminating the cellar around him. Looking up, he saw Emily being held by her Aunt and Uncle, tears flowing unchecked down her cheek. "Aunt Stacy," she cried, "Uncle Harley, please." The pushed her down the stairs towards Dean, before going back to the top of the stairs. "Why are you doing this?" Emily called after them. Stacy's face hardened. "For the common good," She told her niece, before slamming the door shut, plunging them into blackness.

Selene felt a jolt run through her body. 'Yes,' her mind cried, Dean had finally remembered her fang. She felt the bond now connecting the two of them. Searching down the fragile thread, she felt Dean's pain. He was worried, and he was in danger. 'Hold on Dean,' she thought, 'I'll be there as fast as I can.'

Selene's lithe form raced out the door of the bus station, paws pounding the floor. She was going to find Dean, and she was going to save him. She dashed past Sam, phone pressed firmly against his ear, not even glancing in his direction.

Sam sighed, he'd been trying to call Dean for a while now but couldn't seem to reach him. All he got was voice mail. He was really starting to worry now, it wasn't like Dean not to pick up. Something was wrong, he could just feel it.

"I don't understand," Emily sobbed, "They're gonna kill us?" Dean smiled grimly, knowing the full weight of what their fate was. "Sacrifice us," he replied, "Which is, I don't know, classier, I guess?" He walked over to her, "You really didn't know anything about this did you?" Emily shook her head. "About what?" she asked, "The scarecrow god? I can't believe this." Dean took a deep breath. Looks like he'd have to be strong enough for the both of them. "Well," he told her firmly, "You better start believing, cause I'm gonna need your help." Emily nodded slowly. "Okay," she told him.

"Now," he told her, "We can destroy the scarecrow, but we gotta find the tree." Emily's eyebrows knitted together. "What tree?" she asked, wondering where he was taking this. "Maybe you can help me with that," he replied, "It would be really old. The locals would treat it with a lot of respect, you know, like it was sacred."

"There was this one apple tree," Emily began, "The immigrants brought it over with them. They call it the First Tree." Dean nodded. 'Okay,' he thought to himself, 'This town is officially creepy.' "Is it in the orchard?" he asked urgently. Emily began nodding once more, before her face fell. "Yeah," she replied, "But I don't know where." The cellar doors suddenly burst open, revealing the four 'guardians' of the god. "It's time," Stacy told them. Emily and Dean looked at each other grimly.

Dean soon found himself being tied to a tree. "How many people have you killed Sheriff?" he spat at the man, "How much blood is on your hands?" The Sheriff regarded Dean for a moment. "We don't kill them," he tried to justify to the boy. Dean's eyes narrowed at the cowardice of the man before him. "No," he bit back, "But you sure cover up after. I mean how many cars have you hidden, clothes have you buried?" The sheriff walked away, and Dean turned his attention to the girl being tied to a tree next to him.

"Uncle Harley," the girl pleaded, her eyes watering with unshed tears, "Please." Harley turned his face away from the girl. "I am so sorry, Em," he told her, "I wish it wasn't you." Stacy walked over to join her husband. "Try to understand," she told the girl, "It's our responsibility. And there's just no other choice. There's nobody else but you."

Emily's eyes welled up even more. "I'm your family," she whispered, tears stinging her eyes. Stacy smiled sadly. "Sweetheart," she consoled the girl, without actually succeeding, "That's what sacrifice means. Giving up something you love for the greater good. The town needs to be safe. The good of the many outweighs the good of the one."

A single tear fell down her cheek as the elders began to walk away. "I hope your apple pie is freakin' worth it," Dean hollered after them, wondering what sort of creature could sacrifice their own flesh and blood. "So what's the plan?" Emily asked him softly. Dean turned his head around, taking in their surroundings. "I'm workin' on it," he replied.

Black paws pounded the earth, propelling a small lithe body over all obstacles in its way. Leaping over a fallen log, Selene almost lost her footing. Stopping to re-gain her balance, she spotted a sign. Burkitsville. She was close. 'Hang on Dean,' she thought to herself, 'I'll be there soon. Just hang on a little longer.'

Emily sighed, turning to face Dean. "You don't have a plan, do you?" she asked bluntly. Dean, now panicking slightly, replied shortly, "I'm workin' on it. Can you see it?" Emily stared back at him like he'd just grown another head. "Is he moving yet?" Dean asked as patiently as he could, given the circumstances. "I can't see," she told him, suddenly hearing a soft rustling sound.

Dean's ears shot up too. This was not good. His ears tracked it coming steadily closer. Out of the darkness, a small black mass of fur launched itself at Dean. Dean and Emily stared at the small creature now seated on Dean's lap. Stretching up his body, it bunted its head against his chin before sitting back down, staring up into his eyes.

Dean stared at the small creature. "Look," he told the black ball of fluff, "That's great, and I would love to give you a hug, but I kind of have a bit of a problem with a killer scarecrow right now. So unless you have some miraculous repellent for Norse gods, or at least have a knife hidden under all that cuteness so I can untie myself..." Dean's eyes widened as he saw the colour of the creature's eyes, "Selene?"

Dean sighed with relief. "Oh please tell me that's you Princess," Dean told the cat, "Please tell me you came here to kick that scarecrow's butt and send him back to hell." In a heartbeat, the cat had disappeared, with Selene sitting in its place, straddling Dean's lap. "I may not have a knife," she told him, "But will claws do?"

She held up one hand, but Dean's eyes were focused on her chest, and lower. "Princess," he told her, breathing harshly, "That knife isn't the only thing you don't have." Selene's eyebrows knitted together. Smirking contentedly, Dean raised his gaze to stare into her eyes. "If you wanted me that badly," he told her, "You didn't really have to go through all this trouble. A simple 'I want you' would've been more then adequate. But I will have to thank you. At least this way, I'll die happy. I have to say, death doesn't look so bad when you have a beautiful, naked woman on your lap."

Selene gave a squeak of indignance, trying to cover herself from his wandering gaze, before returning to her house-cat appearance. "Damn it Selene," Dean cursed the cat, "You could've waited until AFTER you untied me to return to cat form." Emily's laughter at the scene before her soon died when she saw a shadow moving through the trees.

"Oh my god," She cried as she saw it move closer. Dean began to try to untie in bonds once more, "Oh my god," Emily cried out once more, before the figure stepped out from the trees. "Dean?" Sam's voice asked.

Dean sighed with relief. "Oh," he cried, catching sight of his brother, "Oh I take everything I said back. I'm so happy to see you. Come on," Sam bent to untie Dean, "How'd you get here?" Sam laughed nervously, while Dean stared at his brother intently. "I, uh, I stole a car," Sam replied.

Dean laughed, "Haha!" he exclaimed, "That's my boy! And keep an eye on that scarecrow," Dean's eyes began to wander, trying to find Selene, "He could come alive any minute." Sam glanced over in the direction Dean indicated. "What scarecrow?" he asked. Dean leapt up to see the scarecrow's post empty.

Selene raced across the orchard, staying just ahead of the scarecrow. She'd purposefully made her aura as large as possible to gain the creature's attention. It had worked like a charm, but now she was running from a mad, killer scarecrow.

Sam, Dean and Emily race through the orchard, weaving around trees as they go. "Alright," Sam began, "Now, this sacred tree you're talking about..." Dean cut his brother off, his eyes still looking out for a little flash of black fur. "It's the source of its power," Dean told him. Sam nodded, "So let's find it and burn it," Sam decided.

"Nah," Dean replied, "In the morning. Let's just shag ass before Leather Face catches up." The reached the edge of the orchard, only to find the 'guardians' and a few of the townspeople already waiting for them, blocking their escape. "This way," Dean decided, only to have the rest of the people block them in all directions.

Knowing Dean was close to the edge of the orchard, Selene doubled back, pulling her aura back inside herself. Racing off, she headed for where all the voices sounded. Seeing the brothers at the centre of the townspeople, Selene added a touch more speed. Pushing off hard, she leapt onto the head of one of the 'guardian's', propelling herself over. Landing as lightly as a feather, she spun, paws firmly planted, hackles raised and spitting a warning to any who dared to come any closer.

"Please," Emily begged, "Let us go." The group stood un-moving. They all knew what was at stake. "It'll be over quickly," Harley told her, "I promise." Selene shifted her gaze to him, pinning him with an icy glare. "Please," She pleaded, trying to get them to see the error in their ways. Harley sighed. "Emily," he told her, "You have to let him take you. You have to..."

The man was cut short as a sickle protruded from his stomach. Stacy and Emily began to scream as they saw the blood slowly drip to the ground. Emily shut her eyes as the scarecrow turned on Stacy. Emily turned, pressing herself into Dean's arms, while the scarecrow began to drag the mangled bodies of her aunt and uncle away.

The rest of the townsfolk ran from the scene, not caring to be among the casualties. Selene sat down, licking her paw disinterestedly at the scene before her. Normally the sight of human blood would've sickened her, but after seeing what they were planning to make Dean and the girl go through, Selene found herself not caring.

"Come on," Dean told them, "Let's go." The three began running once more, Selene trailing behind them. Hearing a noise, they spun around, but all signs of the scarecrow and his victims were gone. Reaching the road, Dean breathed a sigh of relief. A soft weight pressed on his shoulder.

Turning his head slightly, Dean saw Selene's small form perched on his shoulder. "That is one brave cat," Sam told Dean as he pointed to his passenger. Dean smirked as he remembered the sight of her bare flesh. "You could say that," he told his brother as they reached the car Sam had stolen. When Dean grabbed Selene's bag, Sam's face fell.

"I lost her," he admitted, "I got side-tracked. Then you weren't picking up your phone and I got worried. I completely forgot about her, and she's probably in California by now, looking for me."

Dean smirked, placing her bag behind a tree. Selene leapt off his shoulder and disappeared behind the tree. Moments later, Selene reappeared, dressed in her black velvets, head held high as she walked past Dean, her dark hair whipping in the wind.

"Now," Dean asked, leaning against the car, "How about you tell us where you ran off to? And how you knew to come back here?" Selene grinned sheepishly, tapping her index fingers together nervously.

"You know that fang I gave you?" she asked Dean who nodded, "I guess you could call it a home-made tracking device. It connects me to you, and through that connection, I could sense that you were in danger. And back there, I was kind of playing 'chicken' with a scarecrow. I thought that if I made my aura powerful enough, it would chase me and give you a clear run to the exit. Well, it worked. A little too well in fact."

"Wait a minute," Sam exclaimed, "That was you! You're the reason those dead rats kept appearing on the table." Selene started to shift nervously, while giving Sam the biggest pair of watery-eyes he'd ever seen. "Guilty," she mumbled sheepishly. Dean threw his head back and roared with laughter. He didn't know Selene could be such a prankster. The four climbed into the stolen car.

The next morning, Sam, Dean, Emily and Selene began to search through the orchard, finally finding the sacred tree. Selene watched as Sam and Dean doused the tree with gasoline. Picking up a branch, Dean sets the lighter to it. "Let me," Emily told him, taking the branch. Dean stood back. "You know," he told her, "The whole town's gonna die." Emily's jaw set, her chin raised that little touch higher. "Good," she replied, throwing the burning branch onto the tree. The four stood back to watch their bonfire.

Dean, Sam and Selene waited at the bus stop, watching Emily climb on board. She turned back to smile and wave at the trio. "Think she's gonna be alright?" Sam asked. Dean paused slightly. "I hope so," he told his brother. Sam nodded, knowing exactly how uncertain the future could be. "And the rest of the townspeople," he asked solemnly, "They'll just get away with it?" Dean smiled coldly. "Well," he reasoned, "What'll happen to the town will have to be punishment enough."

They walked over to Dean's car. "So," Dean asked ,"Can I drop you off somewhere?" Sam smiled, "No," he replied, "I think you're stuck with me." Selene smiled as they reached the car. "What made you change your mind?" Dean asked, not knowing if he wanted to know the answer.

"I didn't," Sam replied, "I still wanna find Dad. And you're still a pain in the ass," Dean grinned and nodded, "But Jess and Mum...They're both gone. Dad is god knows where. You and me. We're all that's left. So, If we're gonna see this through, We're gonna do it together." Dean pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. "Hold me Sam," He replied, "That was beautiful."

Dean reached over, clasping Sam's shoulder, who brushed him aside. Selene shook her head at their folly. "You should be kissing my ass," Sam told his brother, "You were dead meat, dude." Dean smirked at his brother. "Yeah," he retorted, "Right. I had a plan. I'd have gotten out." Sam shook his head. "Right," he replied. They stepped into the car, when Dean suddenly spun to face Selene.

"I completely forgot," Dean cried, "How much do I owe you for that little lap dance?" Sam's eyes widened and Selene's narrowed. Dean soon found himself nursing a rather large bump to his head, curtesy of Selene's fist. "Remind me never to come to your rescue again," she spat, focussing her attention out the window. Sam couldn't help himself, he started laughing at their antics, although he did have to wonder what had happened between the two. Maybe he could force some details out of Dean later.

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