Dean's POV.

Miami was hot. Very hot. Boiling Hot! I couldn't stand the heat! It was like sitting in a sauna in the middle of a desert. Sweat was rolling down my face, and it just so happened that the air conditioner in the Impala deciced to crap out on me while we were driving through Mississippi. Both windows were down and the wind was hitting me straight in the face, but I was still dying from heat stroke.

"Holy Shit it's hot!!!" I screamed.

Sam chuckled and said, "You can say that again."

"Holy Shit it's hot!!!" I screamed again.

Sam rolled his eyes at me and then said, "It shouldn't be too much longer until we get to this place."

"What's the name again?" I asked without taking my eyes of the road.

"The Boathouse. It's a bar a couple streets from her house. She said she would meet us there at 7." Sam replied.

I looked at the clock on the radio and saw that it was 6:30. Only a half hour before I met her. I have to admit, I was a little nervous at meeting her. I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of one of the best hunters to walk the planet. It seemed like every hunter I knew, knew her and her family, and yet after all these years our paths have never crossed even once. Not long after my little outburst in the car, we got to the Boathouse and I was pleasently surprised to find that they had air condioner. Me and Sam chose a table in the back and ordered a couple of beers while we waited for her. By the time 7 came around, the wait was getting to me and I couldn't sit down. So I got up and leaned against the brown, wooden walls of the bar and scanned the place. It was the typical getaway for bikers. There was a pool table and a jukebox on the right side of the small room and the bar on the left side. The rest of the available space was filled with tables. There was bikers and their biker chicks playing pool, frat boys trying to act cool to get the hot bar waitress's number, middle aged men smoking, drinkin' and talking about the glory days, and young girls with super short skirts and tank tops that barely covered their bodies. The girls kept looking at me and Sam and either they all had something in their eyes or they just kept winking at us. There was this one brunette girl over by the jukebox who kept licking her lips at me. I was about to go over to her and give her some cheesy pick up line that would surely get me into her bed that night, but then I heard the door of the bar open and I looked towards it. Standing there was this beautiful, petite blonde haired woman wearing form fitting jeans with a brown tank top with a jean jacket over top. Her honey blonde hair was in loose curls down her back and she had slightly sun kissed skin that looked pale as paper compared to some of the other orange skin colored girls in her. She was scannning the room when her blue-green eyes connected with mine. Then she slowly started walking across the room to where me and Sam where. Every guy's eyes seemed to follow her as she elegantly moved towards us. I mean she wasn't as young as some of the girls in here but she was equally, if not more beautiful than them. I felt my mouth absently agape and Sam looked up at me just in time to see it happen. His eyes followed the direction in which mine were and he saw her too. He got up from his chair when she stopped in front of our table

"Excuse me, but are you Sam and Dean Winchester?" she said with her sweet, southern voice.

Sam's eyes glanced at me and then went back to hers and said, "Um yes."

She smiled at us and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Calleigh Duquesne."

Sam smiled in relief and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you too. I'm Sam and this is Dean." he gestured to me when he said my name.

She looked over at me and I pulled myself together and said, "Hi."

"Hi." she said back.

Sam gestured to one of the seats at the table and said, "Please have a seat."

She smiled at his poilteness and said, "Thank you."

We three all sat down and Calleigh looked over at the bar waitress and said, "Hey Stephanie, can we get 3 beers over here?"

The waitress smiled and said, "Sure thing Calleigh."

"So, Bobby said you need some help with a case your working on." Sam said

The waitress Stephanie, brought over the 3 beers and Calleigh thanked her. She took a sip of her beer and then said, "Yeah. This couple Joe and Anne Walsh both had there throats slit a couple days ago. I found sulfur everywhere in their house. I haven't found anything that would link a demon to them but then again, I haven't had time to really look. Thats why I need help with this. It's hard enough to try to keep my colleagues in the dark about the case let alone actually figuring out how a young couple like this got involved with a demon."

"What's the bio on the couple?" I asked trying to get into the conversation.

"Joe was 26 and and Anne was 24. They both grew up here in Miami. They met at a college party at Florida State University. They got engaged a year after dating and have been married for about 5 moths when they were killed. No sign of anything even remotely evil." She replied.

"What about the house they were living in?" Sam asked.

"It was built in 1947 by a pastor named Donald Urban. Him and his family lived there until he died in 1965 from cancer. A couple of families haved moved in and out of there, but no tramatic events or deaths have happened there until now." she said." I don't know what to think about it. It's almost as if a demon just dropped in and killed them for no apparent reason at all but there has to be another reason to it. I can feel it in my gut."

Sam sighed and said, "Well we just have to do some more research on it. Is there a way that we could check out the house ourselves?" Sam asked nicely.

She paused for a moment and said, "Well there's nobody there right now. I mean we've already been through the house a couple of times and the cleaning crew has already done it's job. I don't know what you'll find in there but I can show it to you now if you want."

Sam looked at me for consent and I said, "Sure let's go."

"Great." she said with a smile and we all got up from the table and headed towards the parking lot. Me and Sam went to the Impala and she went to her Jeep. She suddenly stopped in her tracks when she saw my car.

"What?" I asked her.

"That's your car?" she asked with a look of awe on her face.

I smiled and said, "Yes. Yes it is."

"Nice" she said with a smile. "You are one lucky son of a gun."

I laughed and said, "I know."

She rolled her eyes and got in her jeep, while me and Sam got in the Impala. It took us 10 minutes to get to the Walsh House. It looked like one of those haunted houses you see in the movies with its towering facade and faded walls and chipped paint. And the crime scene tape across the porch didn't help.

"Well, doesn't this look cozy." I said as we got out of the car.

"Wait till you see the inside." she said as she started walking up the sidewalk towards the house.

Sam and I followed her inside the house and she was definately right about the sulfur. That was the first thing we smelled when we walked inside.

"God, thats strong." Sam said as he held his hand up to his nose to try to block out the smell.

"I've never smelled sulfur this strong before ever. Whatever was here was a bad ass." she said as she walked into the living room.

We followed her in there and looked around the room and found nothing.

"I'm gonna go check upstairs again. Maybe I missed something before." she told us.

We shook are heads and I couldn't help but watch her as she slowly walked up the steps. I didn't realize that I was staring until I felt a hand slap me in the back of the head.

"Oww! What'd you do that for?!" I said to Sam as I rubbed the back of my head.

"Could you not be a pervert for 1 second Dean?!" Sam said.

"I have no idea what your talking about?" I said even thought It was a lie.

He gave me the bull crap look and said, "Dude, you've been checking her out ever since we met her at the bar."

"Have not!" I said in defensive tone.

"Have too! Now would you focuse on the case and not on her ass please?" Sam pleaded and then walked into the kitchen area.

I stuck my tongue out at him but he didn't notice. I then went into the dining room to look for anything unusual. I searched every inch of the room and then walked back in the living room where Sam and Calleigh were just walking into.

"Find anything?" I asked her.

"Nope. You?" she replied.

"Nada. They house is clean besides the sulfur." I said.

"Did you guys check the back yard?" Sam asked her.

"Yeah but we can check again to be sure if you want?" she said.

Sam nodded his head and all three of us headed outside to the back yard. The back yard was small and had different colored flowers planted beside the back door and there was a willow tree in the left corner. We looked around the yard and used the EMF meter like we did in the house, but we found nothing. The sun had set by then, so we gave up and we headed out of the house.

"Well you were right. Whatever was in there is now gone." I said as I leaned back against the driver's side door of the Impala.

"Yeah but there's no doubt that something was in there. I mean did you smell the sulfur?" Sam said with a cringe.

"Yeah. We'll just have to do some reasearch and see if were missing something and , well I don't want it to happen but, maybe the thing will kill again." I said.

Sam frowned and shook his head ok.

"Well there's nothing we can do about it tonight but get some rest." Calleigh said as she walked to her jeep.

"Hey, do you know of any good motels around here?" Sam asked her.

She paused for a moment and said, "If by good you mean cockroach filled then yes."

Me and Sam both cringed at the thought. We have been to way too many cockroach motels.

She laughed at our faces and said, "You 2 boys can stay with me."

"Are you sure? I mean we wouldn't want to impose?" Sam said with a worried face. I secretly rolled my eyes at his politeness.

"I'm positive you can stay. Now we better get out of here before we get caught." she said and then got in her jeep.

We got in the impala and followed her to her house. As I was driving I couldn't get Sam's words out of my mind. "Dude you've been checking her out ever since we met her at the bar!" I have to admit I was. I don't know why though. I mean with any other girl, I would take one good look at her and then be done, but I don't know. Something was different about this one and the fact that I was going to be staying under the same roof as her was silently driving me nuts.