Jensen: Chapter 8, I'm impressed!

Aroura528: Well you should be considering when me and Ava aren't updating we're 3,000 miles away from each other.

Jared: 3,000?

Ava522: Yeah, but enough of that, what I want to know, one thing that's been really begging me...Who does your hair?

(Aroura smacks her head)

Jared: uh, a hairdresser?

Ava522: oh!

Aroura528: Anyway, let's get to the story before I lose anymore brain cells! Oh and before I forget there's picture's on our profiles of the Ava and Aroura in the story, along with our regular outfits, not the ones we've been wearing so far but the one's we'll be wearing soon, our car is also there, as well as my bike which you also haven't seen yet. Long chapter ahead, hope you enjoy.

When Your Past Catches Up

After finally making it to the cars, Aroura was more than happy to collapse in the passenger seat of her Mustang. They weren't rich, but they had a lot of money, their mother was the president of a law firm after 15 years of hunting. The Mustang was Aroura's, but she preferred her bikes, Ava on the other hand had a variety of cars and trucks.

Ava leaned on the back door, watching the guys, 'Man what is this? Hunters gone wild?' she thought, taking in their appearances.

"I saw a motel about 10 miles back, we could stay there?" Sam suggested, and Ava nodded.

"Sounds good as long as it has a working shower" she said moving toward the driver's seat. Sam through his flare gun in the truck, and got behind the wheel.

"Sam, what the hell are you doing?" Dean asked, still standing by the side of the Impala.

"What's it look like? I'm driving!" Sam answered like it was the dumbest question he'd ever been asked.

"Oh no your not, I just got her fixed" Dean said and indicated for Sam to get out.

"Dean, your shoulder still has to be killing you, so get over it, I'm driving!" his brother said stubbornly, "Are you getting in or walking?" Dean sighed and opened the door, quickly dropping into the seat.

"I think I'd be better off walking" he grumbled, the brunette glared at him, ready to defend himself when Ava beeped the horn impatiently, waiting for them to lead the way. Sam sighed, rolled his eyes and started the car, pulling out on the dirt road.

It was about 1 am when they pulled into the motel parking lot, stopping the cars, they each stepped out. Looking at the entrance, they saw that only one light remained on.

"Think anyone's up?" Sam asked, stepping toward the mustang.

"Don't know" Ava answered, as she walked towards him, Aroura stayed behind, leaning against the door, "Why don't you go find out while we unpack" she added, directing the question at Aroura, knowing some of her sister's ribs were probably broken.

"Yeah, Dean why don't you help?" Sam said, smirking, he almost cringed as he received two deadly glares, almost. His grin widened as they both made their way towards the entrance.

"Anyone home?" Dean called as they walked up to the desk; a door opened to their right and out walked a man in his early forties, with horn rimmed glasses hanging off his nose.

"What can I do for you?" he asked kindly, he looked at Dean, before switching his gaze to Aroura.

"Uh yes, we need a room" she answered him; the man looked at his computer, and typed a few keys, then ran a hand through his sandy blond hair, making it stick out at odd angles.

"Alright, how many rooms and beds would you need?" he asked glancing out the window behind them at Ava and Sam.

"One room, and just two beds" Dean stated, and Aroura wanted to straggle him right then and there, but she settled with dragging him a little ways away from the manager.

"What the hell do you think your doing?" she snapped at him.

"Getting a room" he stated innocently, staring intently at her.

"One room? Two beds?" she spat, her anger clearly getting the better of her, "This isn't spring break, we're on a hunt!" she whispered harshly.

"Look sweetheart, we don't have a lot of money, so I guess your just going to have to deal with it for one night, besides I'm sure you could use a little loosening up" he smirked, but was surprised to see a smirk slowly creep onto her face.

"Well then, in that case, I hope you get use to sleeping in the same bed as your brother" with that she turned and walked back over to the desk, leaving a shocked Dean standing there, gaping at where she once stood, one question running through his head 'How'd she know Sam was my brother?'.

Aroura paid for the room, a stupid grin still on her face 'He's probably wondering how I know that guy was his brother' she shook her head, 'It's pretty obvious! I mean the concern I saw after that thing attacked, was real, and unless they're gay, they're family' she concluded, walking back towards Dean, who by now had shut his mouth, 'and by the way he keeps starring at my ass it's not likely he's gay' she thought.

Meanwhile Ava and Sam had dumped most of their stuff on the pavement beside the rooms, waiting for their siblings. Ava had made sure to pack some of their clothes before leaving the house, knowing they might not make it all the way back to the house.

"You know, I never actually got your name" Sam said, though it was a bit hesitant.

"I never gave it" Ava remarked, she glanced up and saw him grin a little.

"I'm Sam" he said while walking up to her and extended his hand, she was currently leaning over her trunk, obviously looking to for something.

Ava looked up once again, their eyes met for a moment, and she had to remind herself that she knew nothing about this guy, 'he could be a demon for all I know' she thought, but still she reached out, quickly shaking his hand "Ava".

"So Ava, how did you find out about all this?" Sam asked her, he walked back over to his own trunk and pulled out his dad's journal.

"Find out a bout what?" she didn't even look up as she pulled out a couple guns and through them in a bag sitting next to her on the ground.

"Demons" he answered shortly, his voice had turned cold and unforgiving causing Ava to glance up at him, but he refused to meet her eyes.

"My mother" she said still trying to read his face, but it remained impassive, only a glimmer of hate shinning in his brown eyes.

"Was she a hunter?" Sam finally looked at her, his anger turning into confusion.

"You could say that" was her short reply; he quickly gets the hint and dropped the subject, knowing she still didn't trust him. Just then Dean and Aroura walked over to them, carrying one room key, Ava mused.

"I didn't know they had motel rooms with four beds here" Ava quirked, she looked down, and finally found what she was looking for, a long, evil looking knife, she through it in the bag, then quickly slammed the trunk shut. Sam shoved the colt in his jacket, and closed the trunk of the Impala.

"They don't" Aroura stated bitterly, and Dean only grinned. They walked toward the room, each grabbing some bags on the way; Dean was trying not to put to much stress on his soar shoulder so he instead swiped the key from Aroura, grabbed one bag, then went to open the door.

After everyone was inside, Dean slammed the door shut. They through their bags on the floor, then turned to stare at each other, or glare in Aroura and Dean's case.

"So who are you?" Aroura demanded, for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. Sam looked at his brother who rolled his eyes, but then nodded.

"I'm Sam Winchester, and this is my brother Dean" he answered.

"Wait, Winchester?" Ava asked stunned, she took a step forward, as if trying to get a better look at them, "as in the sons of John Winchester?" her eyes were wide, while Aroura just raised an eyebrow at the boys.

"Yeah, he was our dad, why?" Dean was now more suspicious then ever, who were these people and how did they know his dad?

"Figures!" Aroura spat under her breath and now it was Dean's turn to raise an eyebrow.

"What?" he asked, starring at her, but she just looked away, avoiding his eyes. He was tempted to go over and shake some answers out of her, but restrained himself, knowing that if he tried, the younger of the two would have a gun to his head before he even moved two feet.

"Does the name Hallowell mean anything to you?" Aroura said bitterly, and Dean thought back, back to when they had first started hunting. The name brought back painful memories, ones he didn't want to dwell too long in, but something was nagging him, was it the name or the girl standing across from him?

That's when it hit him, he knew who they were, it was years ago, but looking back he found he remembered every detail of that day.

A name formed on his lips, one he knew belonged to this woman, "Aroura" he whispered.

Flashback

Dean was in the passenger seat of the impala, bored out of his mind, his father was driving and a four year old Sam was sleeping in the backseat. Dean was ten years old, he should be hanging out with friends, having fun, but instead they were off on another hunt.

What was it this time? Well it was your normal, everyday Poltergeist! Note the sarcasm. Now don't get him wrong, he knew why they were doing this, they were saving people and getting revenge at the same time, but it just didn't seem enough.

He wanted to find the thing that killed his mom; he wanted to watch it beg for its life as they put a bullet in its head.

"Dad where are we going again?" Dean asked, looking at his father he saw him starring intently at the road ahead of them, lost in thought, "Dad?" that seemed to snap him out of it, as he turned and smiled at his eldest son.

"Arizona" he said before turning his attention back on the road.

About an hour later they parked outside a house and got out, Sam was now awake and looking around. Dean saw dad talking to woman about his age, probably younger, she had auburn hair, and fair skin, but what really caught his eye was the girl standing next to her.

The girl was at least nine or ten, brown hair, fair skin, and green-gold eyes. Dean walked over to them, standing beside his father.

"This must be Dean" the woman said, starring down at me.

"Yeah, so can you watch over them while I take care of the Poltergeist?" John asked, Sam came over to us and looked at me confused.

"What's a Pol...Polta..?" he was confused, and not yet old enough to understand what was going on, why they traveled around the U.S., never stopping for more then two weeks.

"It's Poltergeist, and I'll tell you when you're older" Dean reassured him, his brother nodded, though he seemed a bit disappointed.

"Sure John, take as long as you need... you sure you don't want any help, I'd be more then happy..." she started.

"No it's ok, just please watch over them" he interrupted, smiling at the offer. John walked over to the trunk and pulled out a shotgun then handed it to Dean.

"Take this, if anything happens, make sure you get Sam and get the hell away from here, is that clear?" John starred at him seriously, was this specter really that powerful?

"Crystal" Dean said, and his father couldn't help smile at him.

"That's Lori Hallowell, an old friend of mine, she has two daughters, that one there is Aroura, and the other's name is Ava, try and be nice" John said pointing to the girl around Dean's age, where the other girl was anyone's guess.

"Ok dad" Dean stepped back and watched as his father got behind the wheel, then they all watched as he drove off.

End flashback

"So you do remember" Aroura stated, seeing the look on Dean's face, "you remember how you almost got us killed!"

Aroura528: Man and I really tried not to make it a cliffy; I really did, all well!

Ava522: I love your sympathy for our readers!

Aroura528: See I can be nice! (Sarcastically)

(Ava rolls eyes)

Jensen: are you going anywhere with this story? It just seems like your throwing things in for the hell of it!

Aroura528: Yes, I have a plot, thank you very much!

Jared: Anyway if you want to know where this is going, review, and they'll have the chapter up in no time!

Jensen: Now why did you go and lie to them.

Ava522: He wasn't lying we will update sooner if we get more reviews, it's just we do have High School.