Taylor pulled into her home town and a feeling of relief mixed with anxiety filled her chest

Taylor pulled into her home town and a feeling of relief mixed with anxiety filled her chest. Dean's Impala wasn't far behind, following her car lazily. She followed the familiar roads to her house and when she pulled around the corner she saw the bright red Mustang GT sitting in her driveway and immediately knew Jeremy was waiting for her. When she got closer see saw that he was leaning against his car, wearing familiar blue jeans and a plain grey t-shirt. Taylor pulled up in the driveway, put her car in park while turning it off, then jumped out and ran towards him.

"Jeremy." He smiled and his sad blue eyes sparkled.

She threw her arms around him and took in the familiar sent of his soap. He pulled her closer.

"Oh, Taylor," he breathed near her ear.

The tears threatened again, partially out of happiness to see him and sadness of the knowledge that now she was here she would have to deal with all the pain again. Her head lay against his chest as a few of the tears escaped.

He held her away, to look at her and his expression turned sympathetic when he saw the tears. She quickly wiped them away.

"Hey," he said running a hand over her hair, blue eyes meeting her green ones. "It's gonna be okay. We'll find her." He pulled her into a hug again. When he looked over her should she felt his body stiffen and moved away to look at her brothers standing awkwardly at the end of the drive. She smiled at Jeremy, telling him it was okay and beckoned for her brothers.

"Jeremy, these are my brothers, Sam and Dean," she said gesturing towards either one.

"Dean, Sam, this is my friend Jeremy."

Jeremy frowned at the word "friend" but shook her brothers' hands and gave them a friendly smile.

"Nice to finally meet the infamous Winchester brothers," he commented.

Dean and Sam exchanged glances but followed Taylor and Jeremy into her house.

"Taylor, we need to talk," Jeremy whispered as her pulled the front door open.

"I know about Kelly," she finished.

"No, it's about us."

Taylor paused in the doorway her brothers a few steps behind, she saw the urgent look in Jeremy's eyes. She glanced back at her approaching brothers and then whispered back.

Her eyes were sad as they met his, "Not now, Jer."

His eyes shifted angrily to her brothers then he moved away from her into the house, she sighed wearily. As her brothers walked past her into the house she closed the door. They walked into her living room off the right. She almost cried right there. Everything looked the same, too much the same, it hurt to see that. She figured that anything of home now would probably make her want to cry.

Jeremy walked over to the far corner of the room to look out the window into the backyard. Mostly all he saw were trees and the shed. Sam and Dean made themselves comfortable, Dean sitting in the chair and Sam on the couch. Taylor stood looking at Jeremy, then slowly settled on the couch next to Sam. There was a silence for a minute, a heavy one, no one knew what to say or how to say it.

"So," Dean started, breaking the silence, "Jeremy, why don't you tell us exactly what the cops told you."

Jeremy turned then, not looking at Dean though, his eyes were immediately drawn towards Taylor, who glanced at him, then back towards Dean. Jeremy moved his gaze towards Dean's finally answering his question.

"They didn't tell me much. Just that it looked like she was kidnapped and nothing of value was stolen from the house."

"That's strange," Sam said, knitting his brow.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking when the cops told me that, why would a kidnapper just take Kelly and leave all her belongings," Jeremy agreed, throwing himself on the couch next to Taylor with a tired sigh. Taylor glanced at him sorrowfully then placed her hand on his knee. He looked down at it then intertwined his fingers with hers, sending her a hopeful look as she glanced away again.

"We need to go check it out," Taylor said an eerie calm in her voice.

Jeremy's hand faltered in hers, "You mean break into a crime scene?"

Taylor smiled at him mischievously, "That's exactly what I mean."

"I still can't believe we're doing this. It's insane," Jeremy whispered shrilly, rubbing his hands together against the cold. Every time they breathed, little puffs of white floated above their heads in the cool night.

"It's frickin' cold out here," Dean complained, holding his jacket flaps closer to his body.

"Stop complaining you big baby," Taylor said, hitting his arm.

Dean shot her a disgusted look and went back to watching Sam trying to pick the lock.

"Sammy, could you, uh, hurry up?" Taylor asked, annoyance present in her voice.

"Uh, you wanna try; my fingers are practically freezing off here."

"I have to ask, do you guys always break into crime scenes?" Jeremy asked looking around warily.

"Only when necessary," Taylor answered normally.

Jeremy looked at her like she was crazy, "What do you guys do for a living?"

Dean smirked at him, "Man you don't wanna know."

"Got it!" Sam said smiling triumphantly. The three siblings moved forward into the house, but Jeremy took another worried look around before following them.

The humorous mood ended as soon as they walked through the door and saw the mess that lay around them. Taylor stood almost frozen surveying the small home of her friend. The beautiful vase that she had bought on one of their many trips to the cities through high school was broken into a thousand pieces on the floor. Taylor bent and picked one of the pieces up to hold it in her hand. On this particular piece there was a small purple flower on the corner, with vines leading off of it. She fingered the piece absently then stuck it in her jacket pocket. She moved through the room forgetting her brothers and Jeremy. She stood in front of the bookcase which had once been lovingly filled with books. Taylor smiled when she thought back to the teasing she had given her friend in high school on the way she read through books like someone would go through water. And when she moved into this house she had bought this bookcase so she could fit all of her books in one place. It had been a huge selection. Now, most of them lay on the floor or in tatters all around. One of Kelly's favorite authors had been Nora Roberts and Taylor picked up one of her books now, holding it fondly in her hands. Kelly had also taken such good care of all of her books it was saddening to see them scattered all over the floor.

Taylor turned when she heard another familiar sound. A grey streak swept across the floor towards her. Stopping when he reached her leg, to rub his face against her jeans and purr very loudly.

"Willie!"

Taylor scooped the purring cat into her arms and hugged him tightly, hoping the tears behind her eyes wouldn't escape. She walked a few steps around the cluttered floor, petting Willie behind his ears, his purrs vibrating against her chest. Taylor stopped short when she saw the picture. She knelt down slowly to pick up the crumpled photo. Instead of standing back up she just sat on the floor as the tears rolled down her cheeks. Willie purred absently as she stared at the photo of her and her best friend on Kelly's sixteenth birthday party. They had had a small party just the two of them and had taken Kelly's new 1967 powder blue Buick Riviera. The thing had spouted black smoke all the way to Sally's and back, but it had made it. It was probably still parked faithfully in the small garage, fixed now but it had been a rust bucket. Kelly loved that stupid car like nothing else, Taylor hadn't understood until she got her Camera a few weeks after.

Now she was hunched on the floor, silent sobs racking her body.

Kelly, where are you?

"Taylor?"

She looked up through her tears at Jeremy who bent over next to her to lay a supporting hand on her shoulder. He crouched next to her when he saw the tears and wrapped an arm around her as she held her purring cat and the memento, oblivious to Sam and Dean.

They paused when Taylor knelt on the floor, Sam started towards her but Dean stopped him and motioned towards Jeremy who was already moving towards her. They exchanged knowing looks then went back to looking for anything out of the ordinary. Honestly the place was trashed and it did look like a burglary, but again nothing was really missing. Sam passed one of the windows looking out towards the backyard, he glanced out, although it was pitch black he had this strange feeling that somebody was watching. He glanced at the window bar before moving on, but froze and moved back. Yellow powder lined the sill, and up by the lock. Sam gestured for Dean, who was next to him in a second. He rubbed his finger in the trail and brought it up to his nose.

Dean looked at him reading his thoughts.

"Sulfur."