I sighed as Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of a crowded bar. "Another bar Dean? Can't we just get out of this crappy town?" I groaned. Dean rolled his eyes. "If you're gonna bitch, then just stay in the car alright?" He shot back, exiting the car and taking the keys with him. I sighed again before following him out of the car. We walked into the bar, finally finding a place to sit in the way back.
"Good evening boys. My name is Giselle, and I'll be your waitress tonight. What can I get ya?" A pretty brunette waitress in a tight black shirt and torn jeans came up to us. I couldn't help but think she looked familiar.

"I'll take a Sam Adams and the biggest cheeseburger you got."

"And for you cutie?" The girl asked, placing a hand on my forearm to get my attention.

"I'll take a Rum and Coke and some fries please." I replied, snapping out of my trance-like state.

"Alright gentleman, my sister will have your drinks out to you in about 30 seconds and your food with be out in 5." Giselle sauntered away, stepping through the double doors leading to the kitchen.

"Jesus Christ dude, were you checking her out?" Dean laughed.

"She looked familiar to me, that's all." I replied.

"I got a Sam Adams and a Rum and Coke!" The redheaded bartender called, sliding our drinks down the bar. Dean got up to retrieve them.

"Thank you pretty lady." He flirted as he walked back to our table.

The bartender shot him a flirty smile over her shoulder.

"Here's your Rum you bloody pirate." Dean joked, trying, and failing, to mimic Jack Sparrow's pirate accent.

I rolled my eyes and took the drink from his hand.

"To us and our awesome kick-ass-ness!" Dean exclaimed, raising his beer bottle in a toast.

I raised my glass as well before taking a long drink from it.

Dean glanced over his shoulder.

"Hey, she looks familiar too, doesn't she? Like that chick that we used to stay with." He asked.

I examined the girl.

"Yeah, but the girl you're thinking of had brown hair, didn't she?" I replied, taking another gulp from my glass.

"I think so. Do you remember their names?"

"I know the oldest was Autumn, the one who was your age was 'Nessa or something like that, and the one who was my age was Ella."

"That's right, 'Nessa and I used to go out in high school! She was the first chick I ever got to third base with. Man I miss her." Dean reminisced, taking a sip from his beer.

I chuckled and gulped down the rest of my drink.

"Was it good?" Giselle's voice came from beside me.

"Yeah, Vanessa makes pretty good liquor." I replied, already feeling slightly drunk.

Giselle chuckled and set down the basket of fries down in front of me and set a huge cheeseburger in front of Dean.

"Damn, that's a big burger!" Dean exclaimed, licking his lips in hunger.

Again, Giselle chuckled.

"Cal wanted to make it bigger, but I talked him out of it. I figured that burger was already too much for one man." She said, leaning against our table.

"Can I get the two of you anything else?" She asked.

"No thanks, I think I'll be good with this for now." Dean replied, taking a bite of his monster burger.

"Do you want anything else sweetheart?" Giselle asked, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I shook my head.

"I think Sammy here wants your number sweetheart." Dean teased, swallowing a lump of cheeseburger.

I shot Dean a dirty look.

"Wait, your name is Sam, as in Sam Winchester the hunter's son?" Giselle's voice dropped to a whisper and she came in closer to me.

My eyes went wide.

"How do you know my name?" I asked.

"I'll explain later, but right now, you aren't safe here. There are demons in this bar, and they all have nothing better to do than kill hunters." Giselle tried to pull me out of my seat.

"How do you know about demons and hunters?" Dean whispered harshly.

She sighed and said, "My father went hunting with your dad back in the day, and my mom was best friends with yours from elementary school all the way until she died. You can look in any old photo album and you'll see the two of them together. And, my sisters and I used to stay with you guys while our dad was out of town."

"Still how do we know you aren't a demon?" Dean asked.

Giselle rolled her eyes and pulled out a silver flask.

"Inside of this is holy water." She said, tearing off the top and swallowing half the bottle.

We watched her carefully, looking for the usual signs.

When nothing happened, she shrugged and said, "Do you believe me now?"

"Ella, we've got to go, more of 'em just came in." The bartender whispered.

"Okay Vanessa, come on boys." Giselle demanded, grabbing my arm.

Vanessa grabbed Dean's and we sauntered out the door, walking right past a whole group of demons.

"Get in my car, we aren't safe here." Giselle demanded hurriedly, opening the door to a smoky blue'67 Mustang.

"Wait, why should we trust you?" Dean asked, wrestling free of Vanessa's grasp.

"Because, we're the only chance you have if you wanna live!" Vanessa exclaimed.

"Maybe we should go with them." I offered.

"What? Ok, say we do go with you two, what happens then?"

"You get to live and go solve another damn case, that's what!" Giselle exclaimed.

"Shit, they're coming! Hurry up and get in your damn car!" Vanessa pulled Dean to the Impala and I climbed in with Giselle.

She cranked the engine and tore out of the parking lot, Dean and Vanessa following in the Impala.

"So, how exactly do you know us?" I asked.

"Our dads went hunting together for most of their lives, our moms raised kids together, Vanessa went to school with Dean, and our dads would leave us together for weeks at a time when you and I were 6 and Vanessa and Dean were 10. Any of this ringing any bells?" Giselle asked, glancing into the rearview.

I racked my brain, finally finding a brief memory involving a girl named Giselle.

Flashback

"Jesus Giselle, get off of me!" 6-year old me groaned.

6-year old Giselle just sat on top of me, grinning.

"Not until you say it Sammy-boy."

"Fine! Iron Man is way cooler than Spiderman!"

"Damn right he is." Giselle grinned, standing up, allowing me to breathe.

"You suck!" I exclaimed, standing up.

"You wanna go Winchester?" She threatened, raising her fists up in a defensive stance.

"Only if you can catch me Redd!" I laughed, running off.

"Oh, I'll catch you Winchester!"

End Flashback

"I knew I recognized you from somewhere!" I exclaimed.

"Excellent, now do you trust me?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Right on. Now what do you want to listen to? I have Rolling Stones, Offspring, Deftones, The Used, AC/DC, Linkin Park, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Seether, Nirvana, Fall Out Boy, and Pearl Jam." Giselle said as she handed me a giant C.D case.

I opened the case and pulled out a C.D labeled 'Karma and Effect' and popped it in.

My ears were promptly assaulted by a heavy metal guitar riff and a man screaming, "Youuuuuuuuuu!"

I switched to the next song, much to Giselle's annoyance.
"That was a good song you just shut off." She grumbled as a new song came on, again with a heavy metal/punk/pop riff. I turned it up, intrigued by the sound.

Then the man began to sing.

His voice was amazing, like a deeper, more clear version of Cobain.

"So how have you been Sam? I haven't seen you since your 18th birthday."

"I've been better."I replied.

Giselle chuckled.

"I feel your pain." She smiled.

I smirked.

"So what about you? Did you ever get away from your dad?" I asked her.

"Yes and no. I ran away from him, but everywhere I went, he followed. And I know what you're thinking, but It wasn't his fault that he did what he did." Tears welled behind her eyes.

"What do you mean? He used to beat the shit out of you Giselle! How is that not his fault?" Memories that I'd pushed back into the deepest corners of my mind propelled themselves forward.

Images of Giselle with broken ribs, black eyes, bruised jaws; they all came flooding back to me, making me feel dizzy.

"He had IED. Intermittent explosive disorder. It's some sort of disease where the person just explodes in rage for no reason." She said, going for the nearest exit onto the highway.

"That still doesn't excuse what he did." I huffed.

"Well, the bastard is dead now, so what difference does it make?" Giselle snarled, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.

After a few minutes of awkward/angry silence, I spoke up.

"Look, I'm sorry Giselle. I know that's not what you want to talk to me about after 7 years of not seeing each other." I apologized lamely.

She rested a hand on my knee.

"It's alright." She assured me, moving her hand from my knee to her eye, wiping away tears.

We drove in silence for a while before I got curious.

"So where are we going exactly?" I asked.

"Mine and Vanessa's hotel room. We need to get a few things before we hit the road with you guys."
"And what makes you think we want you two on the road with us?"

"Vanessa and I have about a dozen cases that need solving, we have a shitload of research, and we're better actresses than you and Dean could ever hope to be." Giselle teased.

I sighed.

"Fine, what's your first case?"

"A man was killed out in the sticks, stabbed to death."

"And that's weird how?"

"Well for 1 he lives out in the countryside all alone, in the middle of nowhere, with no other signs of civilization for miles, and no one found any signs of forced entry, his alarm system was still armed, and there were bloody foot prints leading into a wall." Giselle reached into the backseat and handed me a manila folder stuffed with papers, clippings, and photographs.

I opened it carefully.

"Who's this?" I asked, showing her a photograph of a young girl.

"That is the victim's daughter. She committed suicide in the house a while back."

"So we're dealing with a vengeful spirit?"

"That's what Vani and I thought, but when we went to dig up her grave, we found out she'd been cremated."

"So what's haunting the house then?"

"That's what we're going to check out."

"Any idea what it could be?"

"Vanessa and I ruled out poltergeists, demons, suicide, and mole people, but everything else is still out on the table."

I gave her a quizzical look.

"Mole people Giselle? Really, of all things, mole people?" I asked.

"Hey there have been reports of people living under the ground and repopulating via incest. In reality, mole people are just like the freaks from 'The Hills Have Eyes', they just live under ground." Giselle explained, parking the car in front of a nice (by my standards) hotel.

"This is where the two of you live?" I asked.

"Yeah, this is the one our dads used to leave us at when they went hunting together, don't you remember?" Giselle replied, exiting the car.
"Nope." I said as Dean's Impala pulled up beside the Mustang.

Dean and Vanessa exited the Impala, both blushing madly.

"What's up with you two?" I asked, climbing out of the car.

Dean cleared his throat and replied, "Nothing, why would you ask such a stupid question Sammy-boy?"

I rolled my eyes and followed Giselle into her and Vanessa's hotel room.

The room was more like an apartment than a hotel, with two small, yet roomy bedrooms, a small kitchen area and a living room/T.V room and two separate bathrooms.

"Fancy." Dean whistled as he entered.

Vanessa grabbed four duffle bags from the closet, each a different color.

"Here, the white one is for your stuff and the grey one is for emergency supplies like imperishable food, med kits, flashlights, and things like that." Vanessa instructed her younger sister.

Giselle nodded and promptly began tossing clothes, soap, and personal hygiene materials into the white bag, before dragging all of the emergency supplies out from a cupboard in the kitchen area and tossing them into the grey bag.

Vanessa loaded two shotguns and put them in her purple duffle, along with two pistols, two hand guns, and a dozen different knives, all hidden beneath her clothes and hygienic stuff.

She filled a hot pink bag with ammo, flasks filled with Holy Water, iron pokers, silver and wooden stakes, and two 3 pronged knives that looked like Elektra Natchios' from 'Daredevil'.

She twirled them around before tossing them in the bag, followed by food and med kits.

I watched from the corner of my eye as Dean scoped out Vanessa, obviously wanting to sleep with her.

I slapped him as hard as I could on the back of the head.

"Ow, you bitch!" He yelped, punching me in the gut.

I groaned and stumbled back.

"Jerk." I said, rubbing my sore abdomen.

"Alright boys, we're all set. Ready to hit the road?" Vanessa asked, throwing both bags over her shoulder effortlessly.

Giselle followed close behind her older sister, locking the door to the hotel room.

"What should we do? Do we split up or just take one car?" Dean asked.

"We'll split up. Sam and Giselle will check out the house and you and I will go do research." Vanessa said decisively.

"Sounds like a plan." Giselle shrugged, going to the lobby to return the room key.

"Okay then, Dean and I will drive out to the city part of Stratton and you and Giselle can go out to the farmhouse. That's a good 12 hour drive from here; we should be in Stratton by 12:00 p.m. if we leave now." Vanessa said as we walked to the parking lot.

"Okay then, we'll meet you there." I sighed.

Dean unlocked the Impala and climbed into the driver's seat.

Vanessa climbed into the passenger seat and tossed her things to the back.

I waited by the Mustang for awhile before Giselle finally appeared.

She flashed me a quick smile before handing me her keys.

"Just go down this road for four miles, and then make a right at the stop sign." She instructed, entering the car.

'I haven't seen this girl in seven years, and the last time I saw her, I broke her heart. Why the Hell is she still talking to me?' I thought as I got into the driver's seat.

'She's still in love with you Sam.' A voice emerged from the back of my head.

'Whatever.'

'Well, you were her first boyfriend, and the first person to stand up to her dad, even though he nearly snapped your jaw in half.'

'Wait, who the hell are you?'

'Why Sammy, I'm your subconscious! Aren't I awesome at reasoning out your tiny brain?'

'Shut up.'

"Hey, are you alright Sam?" Giselle's voice interrupted the war going on in my head.

"Yeah, just thinking." I lied.

"I know that it's kind of awkward, the way things ended between us, but I just hope we can get over it and stay friends. Unless, you just want to go back to the way we used to be." Giselle said, trying to avoid my eyes.

I smiled. "I would like that." I replied and pecked her forehead.

She smiled and settled back in her seat, satisfied at getting the answer she wanted.

We talked for a while longer, about what happened in our lives in the past 7 years, each of us withholding details.

Soon though, the only sounds in the car were Giselle's soft snores.

I sighed and looked ahead, wondering how much longer it was to Stratton.

*So what did you guys think? Was it good or did it suck monkey balls? Please comment! Your comments inspire me to keep writing stories, and without them, I just might quit writing and delete my account. *sob*sob* LOL! I'll see ya'll later! Oh and BTW, leave me a comment giving me your ideas for the next chapter!