Chapter 4

"A poltergeist? What the hell did we step into? And on top of that we have someone stealing our job! Now I don't know whether she's a demon or a hunter, but whoever or whatever she is, we got to find her and stop her!"

Sam's thoughts were surrounding him. He didn't know what to do about anything now. They had never been on a hunt with anyone else before, other than Jo, but she wasn't exactly a professional.

"Sam, chill! We've killed a poltergeist before, we can do it again!"

Dean had a very tense look on his face as he drove his Chevy Impala back to the motel. In the passenger seat, Sam, looked over at his brother, knowing that he too was thinking hard.

"Dean… you and dad faced the poltergeist, remember? I was in collage. You guys didn't want me there."

"We never said we didn't want you, Sam. You left us and said that you were done hunting."

"Yeah, I know. But I'm back now, so let's just drop the conversation."

Dean was now seriously confused.

"Whoa, whoa… Sam! You're the one that brought this up, not me!"

"Yeah, and now I'm finishing it."

The brothers were silent for what felt like hours. Then Sam broke the silence.

"So how are we going to find this girl? All we know is what she was wearing that day, what vehicle she drove, and that her name is Skye."

"Well, actually, we don't know what her name is."

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well, like we normally do with authority figures, she might be using a fake name. Or she might have looked up Frank's real cousin's name and used that."

"Or she could be using her real name."

Dean rolled his eyes. Sam always rebelled against him. When his brother came to a decision, he stuck with it.

"Yeah, maybe. Why don't we look up her motorcycle's description and look for someone named Skye that owns it. Though I doubt many people would own one that looks like that."

Sam looked out the window.

"Or we could go into the diner and see who she really is."

Dean looked in Sam's direction and saw the same motorcycle pulled up at the closed off crime scene.

"Good work, Scully.'

Dean made a sharp turn into the parking lot. They parked next to the motorcycle making it look like they were both cops with nice cars. Sam went to the trunk and opened the secret hatch. A huge shelf of weapons pulled out. Sam grabbed a bottle of holy water and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. Dean walked over to Sam and took two 45' handguns and filled them with silver bullets. Sam did the same. Then Dean took the EMF detector and Sam took a flashlight. After safely securing each item into their pocket, they shut the trunk and entered the diner.