Author's Note / Disclaimer: Now, I have not been keeping up with Supernatural at all (I know, I am a disgrace to the fandom), but I am still thinking about this story, I promise! I have high hopes for it, so I hope you guys are enjoying it too (even if it's only one chapter right now). I did recently take down another one of my stories because I didn't feel that I had worked on the main character enough, so if you guys have any opinions on Faith as we go along, please let me know. I would rather do a complete work-over than put out a Mary Sue character. So we're still doing Season 1, I kinda picture this within three or four episodes, Sam and Dean have been hunting together for at least a little while. When I start doing a crossover into an actual episode you will be the first to know. So please favorite, follow, and review so that I can know how well I'm doing! Quick sidenote, Lakota Iowa is a real town, I've never been there (most of what information I give is based off of Google Maps), I'm not trying to say anything bad about it. It was just close to where Jim Murphy was supposed to live. And if you can tell me where the FBI alias' come from, I will applaud you.

Chapter 2:

Sixteen Years Later

A black '67 Impala roared down an empty highway as the sun started peaking up over the horizon. The driver was bopping his hands on the steering wheel to ACDC's "Hells Bells", and the passenger was dozing, though the sunlight was starting to get in his eyes and make him stir.

"Rise and shine, Sammy." The driver said, glancing over at his passenger. The second man merely shifted a little more and tried to turn towards the window. The driver rolled his eyes and turned the volume up full blast. This jolted the passenger awake with a start before he groaned and threw his arm over his eyes.

"Sometimes I really hate you."

"I know." The driver said smugly before finally turning the song down. "Now come on Sam, we're almost to Lakota. Tell me all about the freaky toddlers."

Sam rolled his eyes as he thumbed through the care-worn leather journal in his lap. "Right. Well, they're know as the Black-Eyed Children, first of all."

"And let me guess, they have black eyes?" The driver asked sarcastically.

"No Dean, their eyes are purple." Sam said, rolling his eyes again. He was really getting a lot of use out of that movement since this trip had begun.

Dean glanced over at Sam. "You're sassy when you don't get your beauty sleep, aren't you Sammy?"

"It's Sam." Sam huffed before looking back down at the journal. "Anyway, Dad says here that they're kinda like Changelings - they appear in the form of children, anywhere between the ages of 6 and 16, and they feed on the life-force of the people they stalk."

"Awesome." Dean said cheerfully. "So how do we get rid of them?"

"Just like Changelings." Sam said, still immersed in the journal. "Find their hideout and light them all on fire." He frowned at the page. "But it says you can only see them when they mark you as their prey."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "So you mean we have to let these things hunt us if we want to hunt them?"

"Or find their new victim." Sam said absently.

Dean let out a puff of air. "Well, they've found three dead in Lakota already in about a week, I'm sure we'll have no trouble finding the next target."

"Come on Dean…"

"What?"

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Lakota Iowa was a tiny town - less than 300 people total - so the deaths of three people was a big deal, especially when no one knew how it happened. Driving around town, Sam and Dean could see that nearly everyone moved in packs, and no one was lingering on the sidewalks for too long to chat.

"Cheery place." Dean remarked, leaning on the hood of the Impala outside the main square. "And seriously, three churches down Main Street but no motel in the city limits?"

Sam shrugged on his suit jacket, completing the 'professional FBI' look, and inspected the town map he had grabbed when they'd passed by the library (Dean had rolled his eyes when Sam insisted they stop, but it was going to come in handy). "Well, it looks like the last body was discovered behind the Millertime Grill, the police are still investigating so we should head over there."

"Got it." Dean crossed in front of the car and slid into the front. "Small town, what's our excuse for coming in?"

"Well, anyone killed by a Black-Eyed Child is going to seem relatively healthy, except for the dead part." Sam pointed out. "That's probably weird enough for them to be okay with the Feds coming in."

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When the two 'Feds' had driven up to the small diner, a crowd was huddled across the street, pointing and whispering fearfully at the neon yellow tape stretched across the alley. Dean parked the Impala a little way down the street from the diner's lot and the two men made their way across to the alley. Sam glanced back at the crowd as he reached for his 'ID', ready to pull it out. "Think our kid has already picked a target?" He asked under his breath.

"Dunno, if they hang around their kill site, they have no shortage of options." Dean muttered before flashing his most charming grin at the officer guarding the tape. "Hey officer. I'm Agent Mason, FBI." He flashed his badge and pointed at Sam. "That's my partner, Agent Sunderland. Our superiors sent us from he Minneapolis field office to see if you guys need any help on this case."

The officer, who couldn't have been much older than Sam's 22, stared at them wide-eyed. Clearly the FBI had never visited these parts before. "Um, Sheriff. Some Feds are here?"

An older man with dark lines under his eyes wandered over form the dark of the alley, eyeing the pair with suspicion. "What, one of you guys isn't enough already? We have solved crimes here before, you know."

Dean's face froze a little. "Excuse me?"

The sheriff jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "One of your guys is already back there checking out the body. You two just late?"

Sam sent a panicked look at Dean - had a real FBI agent been sent in already? - but Dean just soothly responded, "Our guys must've crossed some wires. Mind if we head back there to double check?"

The sheriff just waved them back, sighing in exasperation. Dean strolled back confidently, Sam rushing to mutter in his ear. "So what's the plan, chat up the real FBI guy until he decides to call our 'bosses' in Minneapolis?"

"Would you relax Sammy? I've got this under control." Dean grinned before pulling a serious face as they came upon the body. Other than being extremely pale, there appeared to be nothing wrong - just a woman in her late twenties, matted brown hair, wide brown eyes, staring at nothing. The other agent was kneeling next to the body, back to the boys, but the blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, light pink fingernails, and to Dean (and kinda Sam even though he would never admit it), a really nice butt, pointed to the agent being a woman.

Dean waggled his eyebrows at Sam before clearing his throat. "Excuse me miss, but I think there must've been a mistake somewhere. Agent Sunderland and I were sent to handle this case."

The woman stood, brushing off her knees, before beginning to turn around. "I think you must be mistaken sir, the field office in -" Then she turned all the way around, and her blue eyes widened. "Dean?"

Dean frowned, tilting his head slightly, but Sam's eyes got big too. "Faith?!"

The woman broke out into a bright smile. "Oh my God, Sam, is that you?" Dean's face cleared and both boys were pulled into a hug. Then she waved merrily to the sheriff who was still watching them suspiciously. "It's okay Sheriff, these guys and I were in training together. There won't be any issues."

"Little Faith Murphy, pulling one over on the cops." Dean teased as the sheriff turned away. "Whatever happened to the little choir girl who told on us every time we came around for a visit?"

Faith rolled her eyes, still grinning. "You were drinking the sacramental wine right before Mass, you deserved it." She retorted. "And it's Faith Shepard right now, jerk." She playfully punched Dean on the shoulder before turning back to Sam. "Sam, it's been so long." She hugged him again, her 5'3" frame barely reaching the top of Sam's chest. "Damn you got tall."

"I don't think I got tall, I think you shrunk." Sam teased before taking in her FBI apparel. "I didn't realize you'd taken up hunting."

Faith put her hands on her hips. "I could say the same thing about you." She said edgily. "The last time I heard from you, any and all connections you had to hunting were severed and you ran off to Stanford. Didn't even email me back to say that you'd gotten there safely. Or aced a quiz. Or went on a date."

Sam winced a little before sheepishly tucking his hands in his pockets. "Yeah…I'm sorry about that. I meant to check in, I just got so busy, and it was…" He trailed off, not admitting that talking to Faith would've kept him connected to hunting, and he didn't want that, even if it meant he lost a friend.

Faith frowned a little, but her eyes fell on the whispering cops in the background, and she straightened up, looking meaningfully at the two. "We should probably finish catching up later." She said before jerking her head back at the body. "Time to work for a living."

Sam and Dean nodded in agreement and all three knelt down by the body, inspecting it intensely. "When we read about this case in the papers, we were thinking Black-Eyed Child." Sam said lowly.

Faith nodded. "You'd be right." She took a pencil from her jacket pocket and pushed aside the dead woman's hair, revealing what looked like a burn mark behind her right ear. "The cops think she just burned herself with a hair straightener or something, but this is the kind of mark you get when one of those little creatures got their jaws on you. It's where they suck the life out."

Sam adjusted himself slightly so that the cops would think he was taking samples, but really he was inspecting the burn. "Any idea how to track these things down?" He muttered.

Faith let out a long breath through her nose. "I've got one thought, but it's not ideal." She stood up and glanced at them meaningfully. "I think we have enough information to start with, right gentlemen?"

The boys nodded and stood as well, and all three made their way to the policemen at the end of the tape. Faith reached into her purse and pulled out a white card to hand to the sheriff. "If you find anything else, this is my number." She said brusquely. "Agents Mason and Sunderland and I are going to work on making this a joint investigation, so you don't need to call each of us with every bit of information."

The sheriff didn't say anything, just stared at them as they walked away.

"Well he's friendly." Dean said sarcastically.

Faith shrugged. "He was perfectly pleasant to me before you two goofballs showed up." She fished around in her purse for a few minutes before pulling out her keys and clicking the unlock button. In response, the lights blinked on a maroon and tan Subaru Outback.

Immediately Dean groaned loudly. "No, no, do not tell me that you are the owner of this granny car! Have I taught you nothing about a quality vehicle?!"

"Hey, don't insult Effie!" Faith protested. "She's a great car!" She eyed the Impala disdainfully. "And she's not nearly as over-compensational as your 'Baby'."

Sam muffled a snort as Dean stared at Faith in horror. "You did not just imply that a Subaru," He spat out the word as if it were poisonous, "is better than Baby at anything."

Faith put her hands on her hips, cocked an eyebrow, and fixed Dean with a look that screamed 'come at me bro'. "Effie is great off-road, has excellent visibility and safety features, better fuel economy, and I can fit a lot of crap in her trunk, even with giants like Sam stretched out in the back."

"Yeah, and you get passed on the road by real cars." Dean said, opening the door to the Impala and sliding into the driver's seat. "Just you wait, I'm going to get to that stupid little motel first."

"You don't need to do that." Faith said, shrugging. "Dad and I only live about a half hour away, stay with us and you'll be able to keep that illegal credit card for a little while longer."

Dean and Sam exchanged glances before Dean shrugged and started blasting ACDC again. "Hear that?" He yelled out the window. "This music is too good for your little granny-mobile!"

Faith just shook her head before smiling exasperatedly at Sam. "You want a ride without the distinct chance of losing all your hearing?"

Sam laughed. "Nah, he needs me to read the map for him, or he'd get lost." He glanced at her car, which did look a bit more spacious. Definitely taller. "So, um, Effie?" He asked.

Faith nodded. "It's Greek." She said, as if that explained everything, before nudging his arm. "We'll have to catch up at the house then."

"Yeah." Sam said as she got into her car and Dean honked behind him. "I guess we will."