Hi everybody, sorry I haven't apdated in a while. School has taken up all of my time recently but hopfully that'll change soon and I can update more often. I hope you guys like this chapter and I promise that next chapter you will get clues to what this thing is. Reviews are invited :)

Calleigh's POV

It wasn't long after we left the Walsh house that we arrived at my white, 1st story home. I pulled my jeep into the driveway and Dean parked his precise Impala in front of the house. I have to admit, his car was a beauty! I once had an 1969 light blue Chevelle, with racing stripes, until one day when I was 20 I rapped it around a tree. Damn deer. Anyways, I got out of the jeep just in time to see the boys get out of the car. People had told me before that these boys took after their father with their looks, but God, I didn't expect them to be this good looking. Sam with his 6'2 frame and his dark, shaggy hair and he could make anybody do anything with just a look of those dimples, and his puppy dog eyes. Then there was Dean, with his short, tousled brown hair, with a tint of dirty-blonde and his gorgeous green eyes. They were the most attractive men I have ever seen before in all my 31 years of life, but I couldn't let that distract me from the case at hand. They were here to help me catch a supernatural killer, not to give me something to stare at. I shook the thoughts out of my head and led them to my front door. I opened the door and let them go in first. Once I was in, I turned on the living room light and turned and locked the door. When I was done locking it, I opened up the drawer of the little table beside and pulled out a little bag and hung it on the door knob.

"What's that?" Dean asked me?

"It's a protection bag. It'll keep anything big, bad and even remotely supernatural out of the house." I said as I turned to face him.

In union, they raised their eyebrows in suspision.

I laughed and said, "It's voodoo."

They both made O faces and I smiled and said,"When you grow up in New Orleans like I did, you tend to know alot about that kind of stuff."

I took of my jacket and hung it on the coat hanger and said, "You boys must be hungry. I'll go fix us something to eat." I was about to walk into the kitchen but then saw that they were still standing there. I laughed and said, "You guys can watch TV, listen to music, you can do anything just make yourselves at home." I started walking back into the kitchen but then stopped and turned around and said, "But if you touch my gun collection, I will not hesitate to kill you."

Sam laughed and said, "Ok we won't."

I smiled and walked into the kitchen. I heard the TV come on and then heard the sound of the brothers start to talk about the case. I walked over to the little CD player that was sitting on my microwave. I pressed play and the intro of Traffic's "Dear Mr. Fantasy" began to play. I began to cook dinner when I heard the sound of someone coming into the kitchen.

"Traffic huh?" I heard Dean's deep voice say. I ignored the goosebumps that his voice gave me and turned around and saw him leaning against the doorway with a kind of amused look on his face.

"Yep. You got a problem with it?" I said with a smile.

He shook his head and said, "No. No. It's just that, well, I pictured you listening to, um-"

"Country?" I said before he could get it out.

He smiled and said, "Well yeah."

I shook my head and said, "Yeah. I get that alot."

He walked over to the island and leaned against it and said, "So how'd you get into this kind of music?"

"My parents. They were, well," I stopped and laughed and said, "They were Hippies."

He raised his eyebrow and said, "Really?"

"Yep. They met during the Summer of Love, went to woodstock, and did other Hippie stuff together." I said,"So when my mom got pregnant with me, instead of listening to Mozart and Beethoven to try to make me smarter, she listened to Aerosmith and Steppenwolf just because she wanted to."

He smiled and looked down for a moment and then looked back up and said, "My mom, she huh, she used to sing "Hey Jude" to me when I was little."

I smiled and, quite frankly, I didn't know what to say. Everybody who knows who the Winchester's are, knows what happened to their mother, Mary. I thought it hurt when my parents got divorced, but I couldn't even imagine how painful it is to lose your own mother. Thankfully though, I didn't have to say anything.

"Hey, Dean! Come here for a second." Sam called from the living room. Dean got this look of annoyance on his face and said, "I'll be right back." He then turned around and walked into the living room.

I laughed and turned back to cooking. As soon as I took the dinner out of the oven, my phone went off. I grabbed it and saw that it was Eric. and I leaned back against the counter when I answered it.

"Hey, Eric. What's up?" I said with a cheery tone.

"Hey, Cal. We got another murder just like the Walshes." he said with a somber voice.

I pushed off the counter in shock and asked "Where?"

"202 Priestly Drive." he replied.

"I'll be there in a few." I said and then hung up. I practically sprinted to the living room and saw Sam on the sofa with his laptop and Dean sitting on the chair beside the sofa.

"What's going on?" Dean asked.

"There's been another murder. Same M.O. as the Walshes." I said as I tried not to fall over while putting my shoes on standing up.

Both boys stood up and I laughed as I threw on my jacket.

"Maybe it's best that you two stay here for now. I don't think it would be good for either of us if I brought two criminals to a crime scene investigation." I said grabbing my keys off the coffee table.

They looked at each other and then sat down in union. I smiled and said, "Dinner is in the kitchen whenever you boys want it and I'll be back soon."

They shook their heads and I walked out the door and to my jeep. It took me a good 15 minutes to get to the house. Cop cars with flashing lights surrounded the house and Horatio's hummer was parked on the other side of the street. I parked behind it and walked towards the small, yellow, one-story house. When I walked into the house, the same wave of sulfur hit me and I knew something was definately wrong.

"Who are the victims?" I asked Eric when I walked up to him in the living room.

"Alice and Jeremy Palmer. They've been married a couple months like the other couple. Alice is 23 and Jeremy is 25. Alice's mother came over to check on her after she didn't answer her phone after the 15th time and she found both of them with thier throats slashed. Their reacord are squeaky clean, I mean there's nothing to suggest that somebody would want to kill me." he said while putting on his gloves.

"Exactly like the Walshes." Horatio said as he came into the room.

"You thinking serial killer, H?" Eric said with worried eyes.

I looked down and put on my gloves. I knew at this point that it was a serial killer, just not a human serial killer. I searched the house from top to bottom, finding nothing but sulfur. This was driving me insane! What the hell was doing this to these poor people. They didn't deserve this and I was determined to find this thing and take it down myself. I'm just glad that the boys were here to help me out with it. If I did this with no back up, God only knows what would happen to me.