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She was silent for a while longer, Dean anticipated that she was searching her buzzed brain for what to say exactly. "Come on, you can trust me." he offered up. She gave him an uneasy look with a sick smile, and pointed to her bandaged shoulder, having changed into a camouflage tank top. "I cannot." She shook her head, then fell back into muteness. If these wayward girls were truly Bobby spawns, and all of a sudden popping in just as a Leviathan infestation started, then Dean had to take a leaf out of his father's journal and expect the worst. She bled red, so Leviathan goo girl was out of the question. That midnight ride he took her on was a full moon, so werewolf was checked off the list, too.

But the list was endless. All types of evil roamed the Earth, and some new bump in the night always popped its ugly face out of the woods at one point in time. He was determined to weasel any kind of information he could out of Beth – and Sam would do the same with Kris. Bobby was still in a daze since he fainted, he told the boys to take care of it while he had himself a strong drink or two. His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of Beth's stomach giving a monster growl.

"Hungry?" he asked the obvious.

"No, those are hate bubbles." She deadpanned, and tried to turn over her car key out of habit "Kris, im gonna kill you…" she said to herself, forgetting the fact, then reached under the column of Curtis. Dean glanced and caught on immediately that she was going to steal her own car. "Seriously?" The act alone had him in disbelief, "Are you drunk? Don't do that, go get the keys from inside!" before he could even think about it he had Beth by the back of her shirt, pulling her away from doing the stupid thing. She yanked herself free, her face set in anger. "I am not stepping a toe back in that house!" she snapped. Then she pinched the bridge of her nose, her face quenched. "Sorry…" she muttered. "I'll go get them, then." When he returned he noticed that she had switched over to the passenger's seat, with one bare foot on the dash and the other propped outside of the window on the door mirror. "I figured I'd drink, and you drive." She said from the open window as he approached the car. "I owe you that much…for what I did to Baby." She sputtered, ashamed.

A genuine grin spread across his face as he took the driver's seat, adjusted the seating, and cranked the engine to life. "This is awesome." His grin widened as he began to pull out onto the main road. "Have fun, Dean, this is the only free pass anyone will ever have with my car, ever. So enjoy it." Her words were like music to his ears, and his foot slowly began to press the gas pedal down to the floor. "Got any good music?" he asked, trying to get Beth to open up. She lifted open the center console to reveal an entire collection of cassettes.

"Got any special request? All I've got is classic country and classic rock."

"Zeppelin?"

"Why yeah."

She slid one in, and the mixtape started with pure, epic, awesome.

"Hey!"Beth wailed, tilting her head out of the window for the whole open world to hear her.
"That's right!" Dean dropped into harmony with her, a silly smirk took over his features.

Asked sweet mama, let me
A-be her kid. She said-a
"Ya might get hurt if ya do y'oughta
A-keep it hid". Well ah-hah,
I know my baby
If I see her in the dark,
I said I know my rider
If I see her in the dark.

The two hunters spent the car ride to the diner wailing themselves hoarse along with the mixtape, sometimes falling into tiny fits of laughter when either one of their half okayish singing voices fell out of tune horribly. When Dean parked outside the diner he felt like he was walking on sunshine. It had been a long time since he'd been able to cut loose like that, it felt really nice for a change. "Here." She shoved a truckers cap on the top of his head, he pulled it off in distaste. "I aint wearing that."

Now, I'm goin' to Rosedale
Take my rider by my side.
Still barrelhouse
But it's on the riverside, yeah.
I know my baby Lord, I said
Beware there's something wrong.

"If you want to eat, you will." Beth said, her voice was stern. "It's a disguise, stupid, you're one of the most wanted men in America right now." She hissed lowly. "Dammit…" Dean knew she was right. "It's a lousy disguise." He grumbled, shoving the cap back onto his head. "But it will work." She chimed, sounding chipper as they entered the diner and took a booth by the doors. When the waitress came for their orders, Beth took lead and ordered for the both of them, not wanting Dean to pull too much of any attention to himself. His and Sams mugshots spread like wildfire. "We'll have the triple bacon burger specials, with everything, extra onion. A basket of chili cheese steak fries. Two coffees, black. And one whole pan of apple pie…Thank you!" She handed the menus back to the lady, whom turned on her heel and went to go place their order. Dean was starring across the table at her, slack jawed. "What?" Dean closed his mouth, "Wow." was all he said. Beth fought a grin, but it peaked through, "Breakfast of the champions, huh?" she asked, wondering if she ordered the wrong thing for him. Dean chuckled, "Damn right." They got served their coffees. He couldn't help but look as she put her hand down the front of her shirt, played around in there for a moment, his brows raised, and she produced a small – almost palm sized flask from inside. She emptied half into her tiny cup, then paused to look at Dean. "Rum with your coffee?" she offered. With his best pirate impersonation, he grunted an "Eyye!" causing Beth to almost spit with laughter as she emptied the rest of the flask into his.

Over their burgers and spiked coffee, Beth finally asked him what had been on her mind since they first encountered each other on the side of the road. "Why were you so quick to draw your gun out on me?" Around a mouth full of bacon, she frowned and glanced at her in need to be changed soon dressings again. "Who was more trigger happy?" He asked her, finishing off his rum coffee. "I apologized about that, let it go. You shot at my brother, so I shot you." He was coming off as an ass, his own frown surfaced.

Beth threw thirty dollars on the table, picked up the pie, took the diners spoon, and walked outside. With that underlying annoyance coming back, Dean made haste to follow, not forgetting his own spoon. In the car, Beth agreed to let Dean drive back to Bobby's house. She propped her feet up again and began to dig into the pan of pie, while it was still good and hot. "Hey!" Dean barked, they had reached the half way mile, and Beth had eaten almost a third of the pie. "What? It's really good! Wanna bite?" she scooped a heaping spoonful and stuck it toward his mouth. Dean was caught off guard with her actions, but ate the pie none the less. He was supposed to be full on investigative hunter right then, but he was caught up in that apple pie life he always wanted. Beautiful girl, beautiful car, beautiful pie. Dean wasn't in the slightest a softy, but certain things sure did hit his soft spot. Beth continued to spoon feed Dean bites of pie for the second half of the drive, until He got the car parked in Bobby's drive, when he snatched the foil pan from her and gobbled the remains down in a matter of shoving it into his mouth all at once, cheeks bulging to the gourd. Beth giggled, "You're adorable." She booped his nose, twisted her keys out of the ignition, then hopped out of the car. Dean thought she had followed his steps to the front door, but when he opened it to let her in, she was gone again.

Later, after walking around in the hot car maze for most of the day, only leaving it to drive Kris up to the grocery store for supplies. Much to Beth's displeasure, she sat in Bobby Singer's living room alone with Kristina, the guys were out on a Leviathan mission. She had missed the morning meeting due to random adventuring with Dean. Kris filled her in on what she had missed, though. It was as simple as they could stay and help them come up with the answer to get rid of the Leviathan, even help out on a few cases if they wanted. Only under the condition that Bobby would try and get in contact with their Nan, then they were to be shipped back to where they come from. Beth laughed until she cried as her sister told her that. "He knows he can't deny that we are his. But he sure is trying like Hell." Kris added, trying to keep the mood as light as she could for her sisters sake.

"Come help me with dinner, sis, those dudes don't know how to boil water." Kris said, she sprang up from the couch, dragging Beth along with her into the kitchen by her thermal sleeve. The room was riddled in dust and a swarm of gnats buzzed by the trash and over the dirty dishes. "Ughh!" the twins groaned in unison. Kris walked toward the funk of the sink, "Pick your chore." she said over her shoulder, turning the hot water tap as far as it would turn, being generous with the dish soap. Kristina could not stand uncleanliness. Beth, on the other hand, made ways to do only the need be. She pondered for a moment, looked around at the thin layer of dust on, well, everything – and decided dusting was her duty. She managed to find the cleaning closet, and set forth to make her new living quarters at least smell better, she had to stay there, at least for Krissy's sake. Living in her car sounded a lot more appealing than staying under the same roof with another dad that didn't want them around.

When the guys returned some three hours later, the girls were stuffing a dozen beers into a bucket of ice. "Open the door!" Dean boomed from outside. Kris was the closest and when she opened the door, she took a jump back. "Jesus!" Dean had gently shoved her back as he drug that scrawny convenient shop clerk in by the chains, "No, more like we caught ourselves a little nasty Leviathan." He grunted, hauling him across the kitchen floor, and then dragging him down into the basement. Sam and Bobby hustled downstairs behind him, there was a loud bunch of ruckus, then it settled and the three of them heaved up the steps. "Hey guys, come back! I'll get lonely down here by myself!" the voice was sarcastic and cackling. "Shut up!" Bobby bit off in aggravation, slamming the basement door shut and locking it. He suddenly took a large whiff of air in through his nose, "Does it smell different in here?" his face scrunched together in confusion.

"Work hard, or hardly workin?" Beth spoke, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lip, she sat a large bowl of homemade mashed potatoes on the made table. "What's all this?" Sam asked as he took a seat, motioning to the large meal that sat on the table, the bucket of beer being the centerpiece of everything. "Tell me that is a friggin steaming pie sitting on the window seal." Without looking away from the pie, Dean grabbed a beer from the center of the table, then let his feet carry him toward it. "And its Pecan!" A grin crept onto his face as he turned around, shrugged his jacket off, and then took his own seat. Already rubbing his hands together, licking his lips. The Winchester brothers wasted no time piling up their large plates.

"Mind an explanation, kids?" Bobby asked the girls, leaning against the basement door with a beer in his hand. They sat side by side at the table, the only way Bobby could tell the difference in them was the fact that Kris had mousy brown hair, much like his own – or like he used to have; and Beth had her mothers dishwater blond hair underneath all of that black paint on her head. Beth turned her gaze away from the old man, and began to pile her own plate. Kris gave her sister a reproachful look, then answered his question. "Well…" Beth knew that Kris had a hard time talking to people. "It smelled funny in here, and…I'm sorry, Bobby…but you cannot cook to save your life." The other three at the table snickered behind their meatloaf sandwiches. "Idjits." Bobby muttered, he washed his hands before he sat down and ate.

After they cleaned up dinner, the four kids sat in the Den together while Bobby was down in the basement, trying to get information out of his new pet. "It doesn't make sense,' said Sam, a look of puzzlement came over his face, and then he huffed, '…huh. Usually Bobby has monsters in his torture chamber screaming Bloody Mar-"

"Don't you dare say her name, Sammy." Dean cut him off. "I blame every bit of all this bad luck we've had throughout the years on that creepy mirror bitch." With that said he returned back to devouring what was left in the pie pan. He looked over toward the twins who were sitting by a dimly lit fireplace. One smoked her lungs black while the other sat next to a small stack of carefully chosen books. "So what exactly got you two into the hunting business?" Beth visibly ignored the questions asked. Instead, she lit another cigarette off of the one she'd just finished smoking, tossing the first one into the fireplace. Kris used her finger as a bookmark, she flipped the spell book shut, then shook it around as an example. "Remember how I told you that we got wasted after ganking our first monster?" The brothers shared a look, then nod, "Well, we got some of Bobby's special left over hoo-doo books as a birthday gift, from mom."

"Shut your mouth, Kris!" She looked at Beth then, falling quiet again.

"Then what?" Sam pressed on.

Beth turned a venomous eye toward her sister, she sprang up. "Miss. Smart Pants – Harvard Bound here managed to summon up Crowley." A dark laugh rose out of her and she tossed half a smoke into the fire, she continued on, not taking notice to the brothers making a mutual mute decision. "Of course, it turned out to be a delightful tea party." The sarcasm was strong in this one. Hell fire burned behind her eyes, if looks could kill, Kris was thirty feet under. She quit talking, and headed for the door. Dean's arm shot out and grabbed around the elbow before she got too far, "Nu-uh, you're not running away again." with a forceful yank he pulled her to a sit down between him and Sam. When she made a quick move to escape, he was up in a flash, shoving her back into the couch. His sharp knife was pressed to her jugular.

"Oh, come on! Again, seriously?" Kris asked in disbelief. Beth glanced to her sister, being held at gun point by Sam.

"Boys, give it a rest."

Their heads wheeled around to find Bobby standing in the archway, arms crossed, he looked between Sam and Dean. "They aren't monsters…oops babies – stop trying to kill them." Dean looked at Beth with hard eyes, the gleam in her own said 'go ahead, kill me', then Dean lowered his knife and backed off. Suddenly her reasons for chain smoking and constant drinking made the most sense in the world to him. He didn't know why, exactly, at least not at that current moment. But a cozy visit from the King of Hell was enough to push anyone towards the bottle, especially if a deal had been sealed. She glared at him, rubbing her neck where he had pushed the blade into. Bobby strolled into the room, "I found you kids a case." he handed a stack of papers to Sam, who scanned through them immediately.

"No Head Ned…huh." He cocked his head to the side, surprised as he read into finer detail, that monster didn't ring any bells. Dean snorted, "Poor guy." he was always smug with his sex jokes. Beth caught on, unable to suppress her own snickering. Sam looked at his brother in disgust. "Dude, gross."

"No Head Ned? No way!" Kris snatched the file from Sam with a mad grin, her eyes flew over the information. Beth flanked her, with brows furrowed, she read over Kris' shoulder. "Nan wasn't nut bustin' when she told us the story every time we vacationed in Kentucky, then."

"These things like to go after couples, so, Sam and Kris, you take my truck." Bobby said, talking business now, he tossed the keys. "Dean and Beth are gonna take her car…and by the way, Beth, I took your arsenal of booze and stocked it with hunting equipment." She opened her mouth to say something, but Bobby kept on. "No drinking on the job…if you hit the road now, y'alla make it there early enough to stop the damn thing from beheading anyone else….Ned Heads are nasty sons-a-bitches." with that said, he disappeared amongst the house.

Dean was allowed one more free pass to drive the Cutty. After the first half hour of silence in the cab, save for the radio, he got antsy and began to try and pry information out of Beth. "You look like Hell." He came to the conclusion that if he started small, then she might actually open up. A smile pulled at the corners of her tired mouth, "I feel like it, too." she dug into her backpack, withdrew a large bottle of pills, and took two. She chewed them up with a bitter face, swished spit around in her mouth, then gulped them down. "What are those?" he asked. "Bobby stole my booze, so I stole his Vicodin." She shrugged, causing Dean to chuckle, then she asked him, "Want one?" what the hell, he thought, his back was hurting and he still had a good three hundred miles to go. "Sure." He stuck his hand out, then dry swallowed the pill.

"What do you know about the Ned Head?" He asked.

A small sick smile grazed her face in the darkness. "Nan used to always tell Kris and I the story of how he was the local mechanic in her childhood hometown when we vacationed up there for the annual Fall festival every year. He supposedly stuck his head out of the car window one night back in the 70's while flying up to the top of Troublesome Mountain, I forgot how she said he'd done it, but while he had his head out of his window, something or another decapitated him. Legend is that if you drive up the mountain far enough at night, there's an old road sign that just says 'Ned'…and if you look hard enough into the mountain growth around it, you'll catch a glimpse of the old man still hobbling around – looking for his head." The two of them shared a small laugh, "Sounds like this one is going to be an easy kill." Dean commented. "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Dean. My Nan would always yell at us for trying to stick our heads out of the window every time we passed through, she said Ned would come and snatch them off of our shoulders." Beth finished. It sounded like a child's story to Dean, but in the Hunters Handbook, nothing was off limits. Not one damned thing.

They got to Jackson, Kentucky at almost four in the morning. Once they got a double room, all of them were dragging ass. Beth put on a pot of coffee first thing as the rest of them slugged towards some shut eye. Sam and Kris crashed almost immediately, the both of them mentally worn from working on the educational part of the case on their long drive.

"You need to sleep." Dean said, leaned against the conjoined rooms doorframe, he sipped a beer, watching Beth's pathetic attempt to redress her shoulder. He sluggishly strolled across the room to the table, sat his bottle down, "Here, let me..." then he took the first-aid kit from her lap and patched the fresh wound back up in a matter of seconds. "Thanks." Beth swayed on her feet as she poured a cup of coffee. Dean suddenly realized that he had yet to see the girl get any sleep since they met. "How long has it been since you've been to bed, anyways?" Another shrug, "Four days?...Five?" She blew the steam from the top of the cup before taking a sip. He raised a brow up at her in amazement, "What's been keeping you up?" he pried, but the question seemed to hit a nerve with her. "Nothing that I'd like to talk about." her voice was low and quiet, the bags under her eyes seemed to darken more, if that was even possible. Okay, so she obviously had a secret. They finished their drinks with a strained, mundane conversation. Only talking about No Head Ned. "Get some rest, Beth, we can't gank this bastard if you're going to be all dysfunctional from sleep deprivation." Dean said, then bid her goodnight.

The next morning, although Beth seemed to be the first one up (Dean was almost certain she didn't sleep at all.), everyone waited on her to get herself in order and out the door. "One second, guys, I need to go powder my nose!" She snatched her backpack and hauled it to the bathroom with her. "Oh, come on!" Dean yelled as he stood posted up at the door, dressed in a suit as FBI. "Are you trying to get dolled up for this thing? It doesn't have a head!" his jaw clenched in slight aggravation. Women, he thought. "Hurry it up, or we're using your ass as bait!" They still had a good half hour on the road before Perry County, and just when he thought about kicking the door in and dragging her out, she darted from the bathroom and out of the motel.

Inside Bobby's truck, Sam took the advantage of Kris' sister not being around to give her the pissed off glares, and tried to get her to open up about what was putting the tension between her and her sister. "Tell me about the deal you made with Crowley." He knew a deal had been made, because one does not simply summon up Crowley for a tea party. Beth was furious with her sister. Kris was stiffly starring up ahead, her eyes glazed over with tears. "Come on, Kristina…Dean and I know Crowley, and we can help try and get whatever deal that had been made voided." She began to sniffle, shaking her head, a stray tear trailed down out of the corner of her eye, but she began talking. "Thank you, Sam, but there is no void in this one." She wiped her face, trying to regain control of her emotions. "Kris, if I know anything about Crowley, it's that he is highly negotiable. That is, if it's to his advantage." Kristina gave him an uncertain look. "Promise you can help?" Sam gave her a small kind smile and nod his head. "Of course. Saving people, hunting things, the family business." He recited.

"We were drinking, and neither of us knew that any of the monster stuff was real…We used those books as a party game." Sam and Dean had worked on cases like this, stupid kids playing with the darkness, whatever deal that had been made – it couldn't be good. "What happened?" Kris said. "I was a smart kid, and I never realized how stupid I really was until that night. After that deal, I began to study all things supernatural, completely forgot about getting into a good school." She laughed, but no humor was in it. "To make a long story short – I said, 'Give us strippers, and you can have Beth's first born child.' and sealed it with a kiss." Kris went silent, shame painted her face. Sam was shell shocked, he looked at her, eyes wide. "You sold out your sister to the King of Hell for a lap dance?" Outrage was in his tone. Kris nod, then said. "He was very happy about it, saying something about never hearing such a wonderful deal being offered…and the strippers he summoned up were–"

"Let me guess, demons?" Sam interrupted. "Yes... at first we thought he was holding up his part of the deal – and I guess he did. We partied and danced with those monsters until we passed out drunk. We woke up to the sound of our mom screaming – we found one ripping her throat out, then it disappeared."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He said.

"Years later we realized that our stepdad had been possessed. We thought he was just beating us because the loss of mom, until about five days ago when I threw holy water in his eyes while he was smacking Beth around, and he started to smoke up in pain. Beth blew his head off and we ran to Nan, then she sent us here."

"Did Beth end up having a child?" Sam asked, the gears in head starting to wrap around this newfound case.

Kris shook her head. "Of course not…After we buried mom, she broke up with her boyfriend, swore off serious relationships and having family, then picked up drinking and shooting. Sometimes she'd stay gone for days, claiming to be out hunting with some of the shooting buddies she picked up at the range."

Sam took another educated guess. "She wasn't hunting deer and boars." He said slowly, trying to keep her talking. Kris nod, "Turned out she was going behind my back at the library, she used my name – not so hard when she already has my face… and background checked every supernatural thing I started studying. It was like I was obsessed with finding out the truth of this world." She laughed again, "I was a one and done of all things freaky after what happened on our birthday. I didn't want any part of it, but Beth wanted all of it. Hunting turned into her sole purpose in living, nothing else makes her happier." She sighed, looking at Sam for the first time. "I didn't get pulled into it until she tracked a vamp nest about three years ago, it was too big for her to handle by herself. All of her hunting friends were across the country, I owed her that much, and I've been on the hunt with her ever since." Kris fell silent.

"That's why Beth is so mad all the time." Sam stated. He let the facts settle into his brain.

"No, she only gets like this when – oh no…" Kris gasped.

"When what?"

"When she starts imagining herself with a family." Kris looked into the side mirror at her sisters car following them. "I should've picked up on this when we picked you guys up on the side of the road. She was actually being nice to Dean."

"That was her being nice?"

"Yeah. If any guy tells her what to do they get at least a good bitch fit out of her, but she just flipped him off and giggled after he ordered her to find sleep. Then she went out to breakfast with him, and Beth doesn't do that sort of thing for the fun of it. I thought she was only angry at Bobby…She's getting so angry because she's catching feelings for your brother." Kris blurted in sudden realization.

An image of a baby cradled in a finally happy Dean's arms with black eyes suddenly painted in Sam's imagination before he could stop it. "Don't worry about it, Kris." Sam said, he pulled the truck to a stop by a tiny place called the 'Teekee Bar' that was located about half a mile away from the 'Ned' sign, and conveniently there was a motel right next to the bar. "My brother isn't exactly a family man."

"Then you know exactly the boat I'm in."

"What?"

The cutlass pulled in next to them and the engine cut, Dean and Beth hauled themselves out, walking to the trunk. Kris nod her head toward them. "Sam, she's letting him drive Curtis. She doesn't let anyone drive that car, not even me." She pointed out, smartly.

"Do you mind if we finish this conversation later?" Sam asked.

Kris shrugged, "Sure." she placed a hand over his, "Thank you, Sam." and then they stepped out of the truck. "Alright," Dean started as the other two joined them. ", you ladies rent us a room. Sam and me are gonna head down to the coroners and check out the bodies." He closed the trunk, then passed off their duffels to the sisters. "Your jobs are to clean the guns, make salt shells, and-" He looked at the bar, then back to Beth. "No getting drunk, Beth, I mean it." She gave him a salute, then turned on her heels, she pulled Kris to follow her.

Beth sat on one of the beds, with a shotgun open for cleaning. She and Kristina sat in silence, her sister was at the tiny table, funneling salt into empty shells. "What's going on with you, Beth?" Kris finally broke the silence. The raven haired twin shrugged, "Nothing, im just very tired." she muttered, tossing aside the shotgun into the bag of cleaned weaponry. She dug inside her bag, pulling out the bottle of painkillers. "You know what I mean." Kris said quietly. Beth refused to look at her, instead she finely crunched a pill up on the side table, then snorted the pile of medication up through her nose. "I don't know what you're talking about." Beth wiped the leftover residue up, licked it from her finger, then she picked up another gun and began to clean the chamber.

"I'm talking about Dean!" Kris exploded, fed up. "You like him." She said accusingly.

Beth looked up from the barrel with that fire burning behind her eyes again as she tucked the gun into her pant line, she adjusted her jacket to conceal it. "I do not, I hardly know the guy." She replied. Kris rolled her eyes, "Who are you trying to fool?" Beth didn't respond, instead, she got up and made her way toward the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere you're not."

Kris was left sitting alone in the motel room.

The next chapter will be a full on hunt for Ned Head. It will be posted in two shakes.