**A/N: Hi! this is an original chapter, I split it into two parts so here's the first. I just wanted to take a quick moment to thank my sister, any parts from Skylar's POV she wrote as a guest writer. This chapter and the next were a ton of fun to write because of this!

We were in this smokey ass, shady bar in the middle of nowhere. Sam was sitting at a high table in a corner and, as always, had his face buried in a laptop and a stack of papers. I swear to God the guy never let himself have any fun. Dean and I were playing pool, throwing back a couple of beers. Dean scratched, "Son of a bitch."

I lined up my shot and winked at him, "Not your night, Dean?"

"Guess its not."

I pocketed the last stripe and walked over to the other side to line up for the eight ball. Dean didn't move, I smacked him with the stick lightly, "Sorry Jen. Am I in your way?"

I smiled, "Smartass."

He moved just enough so I could bend down. I pulled back to take my shot and I felt his arm wrap around my waist and his lips moved to my ear, and he whispered innocently "How am I a smartass?"

His lips moved to the side of my neck, dragging lightly. I tried to ignore him, he was being a sore loser. I pulled back again, lining up, trying to stop the butterflies in my stomach. As I shot, Dean buried his lips in my neck and the distraction was enough to make me totally miss the cue-ball, Dean started howling. I turned around and backhanded him in the chest. "Dean, you are an ass!"

He just kept laughing and lined up his next shot, pocketing it and the next three with ease. Fine then, Dean wanted to play this way, let's play. As he lined up for the eight ball, I leaned on the corner, watching. He glanced over at me warily, I winked and stood up, leaning back against the table next to him. He kept lining up and then looking at me again, over and over. I put my forehead against the side of his head and spoke lowly, "Are you gonna play sometime today?"

He sighed heavily, "C'mon Jen, you gotta let me win once in awhile."

I didn't answer, just pressed my lips against his jawbone. He exhaled sharply, "Fuck-in-ay." He muttered and attempted the shot. The cue ball was hit, and jumped into the corner pocket, scratching. Dean stood up, looking down at me, chewing the inside of his cheek, shaking his head. I just stared back, smirking. He reached down, pulling me to my tiptoes, kissing me lightly.

"Jen you need to stop that crap." He growled.

I pulled back, I thought we had just been messing around. I searched his eyes, "I was just playing around."

He laughed lightly, and then muttered, "Sometimes you are so clueless...that's not what I meant."

I raised my eyebrows, still confused. Dean sighed, "You are gonna make me say it aren't you?..." He pressed his hips up against me and I immediately understood, he bent to my ear "...If you don't stop that shit you are going to either end up in a bathroom stall or in the back of the car."

I hadn't even thought about that. Oops. Wrapping my arms around his waist I pressed against him harder, a smile played at my lips, "You weren't playing fair though."

"Alright, I will play fair." He said grudgingly, frowning. I stood on my toes and brushed my lips against his jaw. Turning, I lined up my shot and won. I spun back to him and he just shook his head in defeat. "Seriously, Jen, that just ain't right. There has got to be a bar game you aren't good at."

"Sorry to disappoint Dean… I guess I'm really bad at foosball. Does that count?"

"I guess it's gonna have to if I want to keep my man card."

"Again? Or shall I school you at something else?"

"Ah-ha-ha. How about a couple of shots and then we try again."

"Dean Winchester! Are you trying to get me drunk?" I feigned offense.

He laughed, "I would never dream of it...Whiskey?"

I shook my head, "Jager-bombs?"

"That isn't a shot Jen."

I shrugged, "It has a shot in it."

"See , now I think you are trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me."

I chuckled, "Because that would be so horrible."

We went to the bartender and got two, clinking shot glass and then dropping them in, chugging. Then ordering another, then another, and one more round after that. I slammed the glass down on the bar and then jutted my chin toward where Sam was sitting, "Does he ever let himself have a good time?"

"Well you see, he doesn't have the loose moral standards that are required of people to have fun in bars."

"I feel bad for him sometimes."

Dean nodded, "He gets his kicks from doing nerdy stuff, like reading and research...C'mon let's play another round of pool."

We played another round, but this time we fucked with each other from the very first shot. Trash talking and what not. Right when I was about to hit my last shot the bartender yelled for last call. I looked up for a second and by the time I looked back down, all the balls were pocketed and Dean was smirking, "You can't beat me if we don't finish the game."

"Technically. But we both know."

He shook his head, "Nope."

Sam walked up beside his brother, "You guys ready to hit the road?"

I sighed, "Sure."

Sam drove us back to the motel, we had got a room at before we hit the bar. After spending the last couple of days driving across the central Midwest, we had all needed a decent night sleep and a shower. Dean flipped the TV on and Sam sat on the couch, opening his laptop. I went into the bathroom and changed into a tank and shorts, then brushing my teeth. As I came out Dean walked by Sam and shut the laptop, "C'mon man, you need a decent night sleep. As your big brother I am telling you that sitting at a computer screen that long is not healthy."

"Dean, we need another hunt."

I plopped down on a bed, "Another hunt will turn up eventually. There is always something that needs killing."

"Well then why am I not finding anything?"

I rolled my eyes, "Chill your roll Sam."

He sighed, ignoring me and opening his laptop back up. Dean shook his head, ditched his clothes down to his boxers and t-shirt and dropped onto the bed next to me, flipping through channels. Finally he stopped on one, The Next Generation reruns on.

"This cool?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm not gonna be watching more than the back of my eyelids here soon though." And sure enough, before the opening credits were over I was sound asleep.

Dean looked over at Jen on the first commercial break and she was passed out on the edge of the bed. He sighed and drug her towards the middle and threw a blanket over her.

"Sam...seriously, shut that shit down and get some shut eye. Whatever you find can wait for five to six hours."

Sam looked over, "I'm not tired."

"Whatever...You can only run on coffee and donut holes so long. You are gonna crash at some point." Dean went back to watching TV, but also fell asleep before the episode was over. Sam had noticed when he started snoring, caused by him sleeping on his back. Around four, Sam's vision was going blurry, Dean had been right. He needed sleep. He turned down the blasting volume on the TV, and then headed for his bed. As he walked past Dean and Jen he couldn't help but chuckle at the death grip that Dean had her in. They were definitely an odd couple. Sam knew if he ever asked them outright, both would deny 'being together'.The thought made him laugh again. But then he stopped, becoming sad. He remembered what it was like having that with Jess, and even though he was happy for Dean, he couldn't help being a little pissed. Pissed about how his mom, girlfriend, and now dad had been ripped away from him.

In my dream there was this annoying tone. I couldn't find it for what seemed like hours, but then it hit me. I wasn't dreaming. I tried to wake myself up and reach, but my arms were pinned down and I realized I was incredibly warm, too warm. I opened my eyes, squirming, trying to get out of Dean's vise grip and to my phone without waking him up. But it was impossible.

"Dean! I hissed and all I received was a groan.

"Fuck." I wrestled, breaking free and snatched my phone, flipping it open. "Yeah?"

"Jen, is that you?"

"Sky?"

"I know you gave this number to me only for emergencies…"

"It's fine...what's up?" I flopped back onto the bed, trying to stay quiet so the boys wouldn't wake up.

"I...I think this might be an emergency."

"What? Are mom and dad being hard-asses again?"

"No...Jen…"

"What?"

"Remember when you told me and Mags about that stuff before you left after the accident and how we couldn't tell mom or dad?"

I stiffened, "Yeah, what's going on?"

"I think that stuff is happening."

I flew out of bed getting a pen and paper, "Where the hell are you at?"

"Me and Mags are down in North Carolina on spring break."

"Is it that time of year already?...Nevermind. I need an exact address."

"Don't you want to know what is going on?"

"It doesn't matter...I would rather be safe than sorry. Address. Now."

"We are staying at the Super 8 in Rock Hill, South Carolina. People have been disappearing in the state park, a few miles up."

"What's the name?"

"King's Mountain."

"Ok…" I looked at the clock by the bed, it was a little after six, "Dammit! We are over by St. Louis...It is gonna take me almost eleven hours to get there."

"You don't have to…"

"Shut-up. I'm leaving in the next ten minutes. Text me the room number. You and Mags stay in the room. Do not leave. Order some take-out, if you are short on cash, call me back and I will give a credit card number."

"But…"

"You need to listen to me...Do you have any friends with you guys?"

"Yes."

"Try to get them to stay put too. If you can't, don't worry about it. You two need to stay in that room. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Alright. I will see you soon." I flipped the phone shut and started tossing stuff in my bags.

"Dean! Sam! We gotta go!" I started tossing their shit in their bags. "Dammit. Let's go!"

This time they both jumped up, Dean rubbed his eyes, "What's with the o-dark-thirty wake up?"

"I just got a call about a hunt we need to leave now."

Sam swings off his bed and gets dressed, "Who was it?"

"My sister."

"Yeah, yeah...The Department of Natural Resources thanks you for your time and cooperation." I slammed the phone shut and stared at the countryside flying by. By noon, I had made over two dozen phone calls to the local police, state police, wildlife services, local newspapers. If it was within a hundred miles of King's Mountain, I had called them. So far I really didn't have anything, no bodies had been found but there had been eight disappearances in the last month within ten miles and another fifteen on the outskirts. Over the last hundred and fifty years almost forty similar cases. No one had ever connected the dots because of the long time period. Dean's voice pulled me out of my thoughts, "Hey Jen?..."

"Hmm?", Sam and Dean had talked to each other intermittently the entire time, but neither of them had addressed me since I told them where we were heading.

"When was the last time you heard from your sister?"

"Directly? Almost two years."

Sam cleared his throat, "Do you think it is an actual hunt?"

My face set hard, "It is a possibility...I know you two are skeptical but we have gone on a lot less. She was scared, something is going on. And there are people disappearing."

Dean made eye contact with me through the rear-view, "Alright. We are about two-ish hours out. I have been pretty liberal with the speed limit, so we will get there early."

Dean pulled the Impala into the parking lot of the Super 8 motel, and Jen and Dean got out, but Sam stayed in the car, pulling out his laptop to steal some wifi. Jen started heading for the door and then paused, "You guys mind chillin' here? I didn't tell them I was bringing anyone and they might be jumpy."

Dean nodded, "Okay."

Jen stood in front of him and mumbled, "And when I do introduce you can we cool it on the..you know?"

He furrowed his brow, Jen sighed, "I never really drug a guy home and I don't want that to be a focal point. I would rather keep them safe and get the hunt done."

Dean nodded and then sat back on the hood of the Impala, waiting. Jen entered the Super 8, and climbed the stairs to the second floor, and down the hall. Room 232. She paused, too scared to knock. After a moment, she forced her hand up and rapped on the door, twice.

Skylar's POV:

For the most part of the last eleven hours I had been wandering the small room, nervously waiting for Jen. I had decided not to tell Maggie, cause, well, she has a temper and didn't take too well to Jen leaving us. I glance back over at her, she is watching the TV. It looked like some crime show. I sigh and out my phone, checking for any messages. I jumped a bit at a knock and glance toward the door.

"Its probably Brady back with takeout. He forgot his card" Maggie said boredly. Her boyfriend had been sent out to get some food earlier. I nod and try to get up, but before I can grab the door Maggie huffs and gets up, impatient. She doesn't bother to look at the peep hole as she opens it.

She tenses as she sees Jen standing on the other side. Jen looks almost the same as I remember. Mags face turns grim and she clenches her fists. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Mags, ease up, I asked her to." I said quickly.

Maggie turned to me, eyes flaming. She opened her mouth to say more, but clamped it shut and turned on her heel, her fist connecting with Jen's face.

"Mags!" I say sharply, in shock. Maggie stalks out of the room and I run over to Jen who is still standing in the doorway. She stretches her jaw and rubs it with her hand.

"I guess I may have deserved that." Jen said with a small smile. I shake my head.

"No, she's just in a real bitchy mood. Per usual, I suppose." I answer. I pull Jen into the room and have her sit down on a bed.

Dean waited outside for Jen, looking down at his boots. Only a few minutes after Jen entered, a door slammed. Sam opened the car door and pointed, "Dean! Where the hell is Jen going?"

Dean looked up to see a mess of brown curls disappear around the corner, "I dunno."

He got up and trotted after, "Jen!"

She didn't respond, just kept stalking away. Dean kept jogging after her, "Where the hell are you going?"

He caught up and as he grabbed her shoulder, realized his mistake. This girl was an inch or so too tall, in different clothes, and slightly lankier than Jen. The second his hand made contact, the girl whipped around, smacking him in the throat with one hand, and with the other sprayed him in the eyes with pepper spray. Dean choked and crumpled to the ground, unable to speak and unable to see.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, seeing the events unfold before him. The girl glared at him as he ran over, brandishing the spray upwards again. Sam saw the obvious resemblance between Jen and the girl standing there. Besides the hair, their faces had similar structures but this one was younger and less hardened, more freckled. She had the same strong-set jaw and challenging stare as Jen.

"Son of a bitch." Dean managed to cough out. The girl jumped away, startled, and hit him with the pepper spray again. Sam grabbed her arm, "Hey! Hey! It is okay. We are here with your sister."

She turned on Sam, smacking his arm downward, "My sister? You mean the ass that left us and then decided to show back up all of a sudden to supposedly help?"

Sam shrugged, "Yeah...I guess."

"Sammy!" Dean choked out. Sam grabbed his brother, hauling him upwards, "You wanna take us to Jen? We can explain, but let's get outta the parking lot before someone calls the cops."

The girl looked at him suspiciously and then shrugged, "Why not? Things couldn't possibly get more fucked up around here…"

Skylar's POV:

There was a bustle at the door and Maggie slammed in followed by two gigantic guys, one leaning on the other heavily. I looked to Jen, but she had already jumped up and was looking at the smaller of the two, "What the hell happened?"

The taller one answered her, "Your sister pepper sprayed him."

Jen shot Mags a nasty look, "Sam, sit him on the bed. Mags...get me a cold rag and some water."

Mags was leaning against a nightstand, "Why should I?"

"You fucking pepper sprayed him!"

Maggie rolled her eyes, but went to the bathroom and ran some water. The one that Jen had called Sam sat the other one on the bed, he was groaning. Jen squatted in front of him, inspecting his face. His eyes were red, puffy and watering uncontrollably, he mumbled again. Mags handed Jen a wet rag. Jen grabbed his chin and pulled it upward, wiping out his eyes. He jerked away, but Jen clamped down on his chin,

"Yeah, yeah, yeah...this hurts me too." She said dryly.

"I highly doubt that...by the way your sister is a bigger pain in the ass than you."

Jen smiled, but tilted his head back farther, his fists clenching on his lap, "Seriously, Dean, hold still."

I tilt my head slightly as I watch them. Watching Jen actually take care of someone other than family is a very odd sight. Actually, odds not the right word. More like its never happened even once. I rub my eyes once to make sure this isn't some weird dream.

"Are you two...?" I start. Jen swings around and at her mortified look I stop. I redirect at Sam and Dean, "Are you two here to help?"

"No...I came to get fucking blinded, genius." Dean replied sharply.

I go to retort, but glance at Jen and bite my tongue, trying a new approach "Well, I'd offer condolences, but don't exactly have anything unless Maggie didn't eat the rest of the pie."

Maggie smirked devilishly, "No...We don't have food until Brady gets back."

Jen ignores her and snaps her fingers at me, "Hey...do you still wear contacts?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You wanna grab saline solution so I can finish this up."

I nod and jump up, going into the bathroom and bringing the large bottle back to her. "Here."

"Thanks." She tilts his head all the way back and dumps a huge amount in his eyes.

"Ahh." He growls in pain.

"I know, breaks my heart." She says in a monotone voice as she dumps more solution into his other eye.

"Jen, you're an ass." Dean said to her.

I smirk a little, easily seeing no malice behind the words. I glance at the other guy, I mean, Sam was it? He is just standing there, shifting his weight uncomfortably. I look away and pull my laptop up. I refresh the page its on and go still, "Sorry to bother but there's been another disappearance"

Jen turned, "Read it to me."

"Another mysterious disappearance has taken place at Kings Mountain. Kyle Jordan was last seen at…"

"Alright Sky...cut the shit, why did you really call? You wouldn't notice a few stragglers going missing."

I swallow a bit nervously. " Uh huh. Its all over the news. Who wouldn't notice?"

Jen stood up and came over to where I was, "What did you see?"

"Nothing" I say firmly this time, trying not to panic.

Maggie snorted, "She thinks she saw a ghost."

Jen and the boys shared a look and then she glanced back at me, then to Mags, "Did you see anything Mags?"

"There was someone there but I couldn't find them."

"Of course you wouldn't find it if it was a ghost" I snapped.

"There's no such thing!" Mags was practically yelling.

Jen sighed heavily, "How many friends are with you guys?"

I hold my breath for a second to calm down and ignore Mags. "Three."

Jen crossed her arms impatiently, "I need some more information than that Sky."

"Reed, Melissa and Brady. Reed and Brady are in room 230. Melissa is with us"

"Alright…" Jen started, "I'm gonna go get a room and we will figure what the hell is going on here. Okay?"

I nodded a bit. "Yeah." I watched as they walked out and shut the door behind them. I looked back to see Mags glaring at me. "Did you really just call her down because of your imaginary friend?"

I glared back a bit. "It was not imaginary and you know it!"

"Whatever." Mags flopped onto the bed. I watched her for a bit. "...So what do you think of Jen and Dean?"

"He can go die in a hole"

"No I mean as in relationship wise."

Mags looks thoughtful for a second before turning into a scowl. "Yeah right...and even if they were, I don't like it."

"Why not?" I inquire, slightly surprised. She turns to me. "Its...its not healthy" she grumbles before looking away. She turns up the TV, indicating she's done talking.

I sigh a bit and sit on the other bed. Its not hard to see she's jealous. Probably because they seem to get along better than any couple in our high school. I slide my computer over to me and open up a new tab.

"Sky..." I look up at Mags.

"Yeah?"

"...you think Brady and I will have something like that someday?"

"You do realize you're asking the asexual with no relationship right?"

"Yeah but...you've got pretty good predictions and shit." Mags looks at me hopefully. I look down at the bed.

"...You guys'll have it one day"

I feel her gaze on me and finally glance up at her. She looks somber and calm for once. She gives a small smile. "Wanna order something sweet? Treats on me" she pulls out a wad of cash. I'm in shock. She was holding out? That little piece of rocky road. Then it hits me. She wouldn't spend her money.

"...Mags go give it back to which ever one you took it from"

Jen's POV:

I walked out of the room trailed by Sam and Dean, I wanted to go down and get a room near my sisters and their friends. Dean spun me around, "You are a hunter and you have never had the talk with your sisters?"

"What the hell was I supposed to say. 'Hey kids, guess what? Ghosts are not only real, so are vampires, werewolves, changelings, shape-shifters, and so is pretty much anything else you have ever had nightmares about.' How well do you think that would have gone over?"

"So they just think you left them?" Dean's eyes were concerned.

"I mean, Mags saw that one demon. And I left when a skin-walker followed me home. I didn't tell them anything other than some stuff can't be explained…It was better that they didn't know."

"Jen, you can't let them think that you just walked out."

I turned for the stairs, "Oh, yes I can. Watch me."

I heard them stomping down the stairs behind me, I walked to the front desk, "Listen, I need a room on the second floor. Either room 228 or 234."

"I'm sorry miss, I'm not supposed to take requests."

"I don't have time for this shit...Give me 234 and I will throw in an extra fifty for you."

The clerk jumped back and started plugging stuff into the computer, "Alright miss...how long?"

"Give me a week to start with." I handed him a card and he handed it back with two sets of keys once it was swiped. I tossed the one key to Sam, Dean was standing in my way. I grabbed his chin lightly, "You look like shit by the way."

"Well I had this really shitty doctor…"

I laughed and shoved him lightly, "C'mon, let's go figure this shit out."

We slid a key into the lock of the room right next to my sisters. Sam had run out to the car to grab some of our stuff, he returned quickly, "Have you guys seen my wallet?"

Dean shook his head, "Can't say I have. When's the last time you remember having it?"

Sam shrugged, "When we got here I guess."

I thought for a moment, then it dawned on me, "Son of bitch! I will be right back."

I stormed out of the room and rapped on the door next to ours. Sky flung the door open and I shoved my way in, "Mags give it back."

"Don't know what you are talking about."

"Sam's wallet and the cash that was in it. Give it now."

She sighed, rolling her eyes and then tossing me the wallet. Had to hand it to the girl, she was a great pick-pocket. Almost as good as me, "What about the cash I know you snagged?"

Mags grabbed some cash out of her pocket and handed it over to me, "Thank you."

I exhaled heavily, "Listen, I know you are pissed at me, but it was for the best."

"Whatever."

I shook my head, "Where are all your friends at?"

Sky cut in, "Brady went to get some food, Reed and Melissa are watching a movie in the other room."

I nodded, "Alrighty. We are probably gonna go check this thing out in a little bit. You just hang tight."

I returned to my room and tossed Sam his wallet, "You should be ashamed...getting pick-pocketed by a fifteen year old girl."

Dean started laughing, "Man, you are losing your touch."

"Shut-up. At least I didn't get my ass kicked by one." Sam retorted and went back to his laptop, "Jen, this stuff sounds pretty legit. There have been a ton of sightings over the years."

I nodded, "Well I figured a battle ground was as good of place as any for a vengeful spirit. Actually, I'm surprised we don't run into shit like this more often."

Sam agreed, "Well it seems like whatever it is it is hitting at night. Should we go check it out this evening?"

Dean looked down at his watch, "Sunset is in an hour."

I flopped onto one of the beds with my laptop, "We will leave once that kid gets back."

As soon as Brady returned the boys and I took off. It was only a twenty minute drive to King's Mountain. Even though the visitor's center was closed, we parked in camping and jumped the gate. Carrying with us each a duffle bag full of salt, shotguns, and some iron. The light dirt road was visible in the fainting sun, so there was no need for flashlights yet.

"How far is it?" Dean asked.

"We got about a mile up this road…" I began, "...Then the path around the battlefield is almost two miles. I'm guessing the spook would be somewhere in there."

Sam was in stride beside us, "There are only about a dozen or so people that it could be...We should just need to get a decent look at it, or figure out what and how it is getting these people."

I thought for a moment, "How do you think it is getting so far, or choosing the people?"

Sam debated for a second, "It will be easier once we know who. I mean ghosts can haunt wide areas, it just isn't common."

When we arrived at the trail head there was very little light of us pulled out a shotgun loaded with salt rounds and slung the bags back over our shoulders. I pulled out a flashlight and shone it into the trees, "Who wants to go into the creepy forest of death first?"

Dean chuckled, bumping my shoulder with his, "Ladies first."

I rolled my eyes and took off slowly into the woods, whistling lowly. Dean and Sam followed loosely, each taking their own path. It was hilly, but not too bad. About thirty or so minutes later Dean called out, "I don't know where his ghost is, but it needs to stop jerkin' us around."

I laughed lightly and kept scanning the woods. Suddenly there was a twig snap. I stopped in my tracks, Dean saw and stopped as well. I held up a finger and Dean nodded. Spinning around we pulled the guns and flashlights up. Up on a set of five screaming and startled teenagers.

"Mother fucker." I hissed, "I told you two to stay put at the hotel."

Mags stepped up, "What the hell are you guys doing in the woods with guns at night?"

"Mags, Sky…" I looked past them, "...and friends, go back to the hotel."

"What the hell is going to happen? Jen, it is just the woods." Mags said, implying that I was clinically insane. Dean laughed without humor, "How about you and your buddies run along home and leave this to the professionals?"

Sky spoke quietly, "We just want to know what's going on."

Maggie scoffed at him, but jumped when Sam appeared out of nowhere, "What are they doing here?"

I sighed, "They followed us. And now they are leaving."

I started corralling them towards the park exit, pissed at the time they were wasting. I exhaled heavily, and my breath fogged despite the previous warm weather. Shit. Panicking, I whipped around to Dean, who glances around nervously, "Jen, get them outta here!"

"What's going on?" Mags demanded.

I shoved her, "We need to go. Now!"

Suddenly, the girl, Melissa, let out an ear piercing screech. I turned quickly to where she was looking. Behind Sam was a red coated figure with a bloody front, holes riddling the coat, "Sam! Behind you!"

Sam whipped around and pumped a shell into the figure that smoked and dissipated. Me and the boys searched wildly, "Sam! Dean! We gotta go!"

"What the hell was that?" One of the two boys yelled. I started shoving them all, "Go! Run!"

They turned and started moving but another figure, this time in plain 1700's clothing stood in their way. He had part of his face canoed out. I pulled up my gun, "Down!"

They hesitated, but when the figure started moving towards them, scattered. I let a round loose into the ghost, and it misted away. "Run dammit!"

Mags took off out front, followed by Reed, Brady and Melissa. Sky hesitated and I grabbed her collar, shoving her in the direction of the cars, "Go! Get to the car!"

They took off, Dean and Sam were still scanning the woods, "Let's get the hell outta here."

I started sprinting through the woods, catching up to the mass of teenagers. Sam and Dean right behind me. The red coat flashed out of nowhere and attacked Melissa, who began screaming again. I pulled off a shot, and it disappeared again. I grabbed her by the back of the shirt and drug her with me, until her feet began to work again. It was still almost a mile to the cars, most of the kids were out of breath and slowing down. When we hit the road I yelled out, "Stop here!...Get down."

I pulled them down and we squatted down as a set of headlights flew by on the road, it was the park rangers. The one boy tried to yell out and I put a hand over his mouth quieting him, hissing, "Shut the hell up."

"Why?" Melissa asked, "Let Reed go...They can help."

Dean scoffed, "Yeah...They will help put you in the rubber room."

The other boy, Brady, spoke "What the hell was that?"

Dean turned to him, "Listen, we don't exactly have time for the talk right now. Let us get you out of here in one piece and we will explain later."

I turned to all them, "We need to get to the cars. Who has the keys?"

Sky held up a set, I opened my hand and she tossed them to me, "We get to the cars, just pile in. We are gonna move up the road in the ditch, if you see headlights, hit the ground...Okay, let's go."

Sam went first, staying low. The kids all followed him and me and Dean took up the rear. Everything was quiet and dark, no cars passed us. When we reached the gate, we helped them all over, followed by Sam and then Dean jumped over. I tossed him our bags and went to climb over, but when my hands hit the chains I felt the chill on my neck. Come the fuck on. I was flipped around and the plain dressed man was pinning me to the chain link, then flung me to the ground. I heard screaming, and Mags and Sky calling for me. The asphalt had ripped through my sleeve and into my skin.

"Get them outta here." I coughed and was flung on the pavement again, scraping my arms and shoulder. I was drug upwards again and flung across the road, colliding with one of the metal bars holding up the fence. This time my shoulder popped.

"Jen!" Dean yelled and then there was a shotgun blast, hands pulling me upwards. Dean hauled me to my feet and towards the fence. I began to scale it as quickly as I could with only one arm, Dean hoovered below, hanging onto my legs as I went upwards. I flung myself over the top and hopped off the other side, trotting to the cars. Dean tossed Sam the keys to the Impala, "Take some of the kids and follow us."

The only other car sitting there was a Chrysler, I clicked the keys and opened the door with my left hand, my right useless at the moment. Dean climbed in the passenger's side, my sisters and Brady climbed in the back. I shoved the keys into the ignition and squealed the tires, seeing the ghost reappear on the far side of the fence. It was still five miles of shitty roads outta the park, the speedometer never dipped below fifty-five. My shoulder was fucking burning, the rocks and asphalt dug into my skin. I tried to unbutton my shirt as I drove, Dean started pulling it off my shoulder, hissing through my teeth, "Fuck!"

"Jen, it's dislocated."

"No shit Sherlock."I snarled. I skidded the car around the next bend, seeing the Impala's headlights in the rear-view. Dean leaned over pulling the shit out of my skin, "Dammit, can't that wait?"

Dean sighed, "We gotta get it out now or I'm gonna be pickin' it out for the next two years...What do you want to do about the shoulder?"

"A few towns over there is a burger joint...We can stop and get them some food, you can pop it back in then...Shit!" Right in front of the turn to get out of the park, the red coat ghost was standing, staring us down, brandishing a sword. I looked down, the speedometer at seventy, I glanced back at the kids, "Put your heads down, and hold on!"

I pushed the pedal into the floor, bracing myself. Dean put his one foot on the dash as I drove through the figure, there was a flash of cold and an awful scream as he disappeared. I turned onto the main road, fishtailing and sighed with relief, all three kids sat up and looked around nervously. I let the speedometer drop closer to the speed limit, "You guys hungry?"

They pulled the cars into Patti-O's Bar and Grill. It was a hole in the wall, tiny, but the smell wafting out was heavenly. The entire group got out of the cars, Jen held her shoulder, standing there for a moment, assessing on how best to deal with the present situation. Dean grabbed her under her good arm and pulled her to the trunk of he Impala. He whispered into her ear, "This is gonna sound kinda dirty, but you need to lean over the car."

"C'mon Dean!"

"Give me some credit, I could have not prefaced it and just said bend over." Dean smirked as Jen glanced up at him and chuckled back, leaning over the trunk. Dean placed one hand between her shoulder blades and the right on her shoulder, "On three?"

"Yeah…" She nodded, "Just do it."

"Alright...One…" He pushed forward with the left and snapped back with the right. There was a huge crack and a pop.

"Arg!" Jen groaned, "Son of a bitch...When you say on three that usually means two."

Dean smiled, "I know...But you would have tensed up. I gotcha."

Jen rolled her shoulder, windmilling her arm, wincing, but it felt better. Dean wrapped his arms around her hips, pushing her back against the car. He kissed her quickly and popped the trunk and rummaged through her bags, finding a faded blue and white plaid button down and tossing it to her, "You might want to ditch the bloody, torn shirt. The general public doesn't find that as hot as I do."

Jen slid the shirt on, "C'mon everyone, let's get some chow."

They walked up the front steps, the waitress looked them all up and down, "How many?"

Jen turned, counting "Eight."

"You can either wait until someone leaves, or we have tables outside."

Jen smiled politely, "Outside is fine."

They followed the waitress out the back door to the porch. They slide a couple of tables together and sat down. "What can I get you guys to drink?"

Jen held up three fingers, "Three beers for sure for us, and then whatever they want."

They proceeded to go around the table and tell the waitress what they wanted. When it came to Melissa she said, "I'll have a beer too."

Jen looked right across the table at her, "The hell you will. The only beer your ass gets is a root beer."

The waitress walked away, leaving them to the menus. When she returned most of the kids ordered burgers, Jen got a spicy southwest burger, Dean a double bacon, and Sam, of course got some sort of salad. As Jen and the boys dug into the food without hesitation, the other five just stared, still confused about what had gone down at the park. Finally Mags spoke, "So are we gonna talk about what the hell happened or are we just gonna ignore it and hope it goes away?"

Jen and Dean exchanged a glance and she sat back, crossing her arms and putting the heels of her boots on the arm of Dean's chair, "What do you want to know?"

Mags scoffed, "Well for starters, what the hell were they?"

The corners of Jen's mouth twitched, "Those were ghosts, more specifically I would go with vengeful spirit. But that's if you want to get technical."

Skylar nodded slowly, "That would make sense, I guess."

Mags turned on her, voice raising, "That would make sense? That would make sense! None of this shit makes any sense."

Jen grabbed her sister's arm, "We are in public, cool it a notch."

Mags sat back stiffly. Reed looked between all of them, "Ghosts aren't real. They are just meant to scare people, movies and stuff like that."

Sam set down his fork, "They are very real, as real as you and me."

Brady scoffed, rolling his eyes "Yeah, right. And you guys are some sort of Ghost-Busters."

Dean swallowed the final bite of his burger, "Something like that. We are hunters. Sammy and I here have been doing this all our lives…"

Jen cut in, looking at Maggie, "I've been doing it since we got chased through that cornfield. Those were demons though."

Mags cast her eyes down, trying to forget that night. She had only been ten when she saw her sister shoot two guys and they still came after them. She had always told herself she had been seeing things, that Jen had missed. But in all honesty, Jen never missed with her 870.

It was Brady's skeptic voice that cut through her thoughts, "Demons? Ghosts? That crap just doesn't exist. And even if those are real, what are you gonna tell us next? Vampires are real?"

Jen reached for her fries, sopping up some ketchup, "Oh, vampires exist, you gotta chop of the heads though. So do werewolves, shape shifters, hellhounds, wraiths, gods...pretty much anything you can think of, it is out there somewhere."

Skylar leaned forward, trying to process what her sister had rattled off like a grocery list, "Hold up...you are telling me that God exists?"

Jen laughed, "That's way above our pay grade, we are just the grunts. 'gods', plural with a lowercase 'g'. The other one is up to you and what you think."

Reed watched with a blank stare, "How are you guys so calm about this?"

Sam smiled, "We do this all the time."

Melissa scooted closer to Sam, leaning over the table, "That's so… brave."

Mags stared at Jen, "Is that why you left? You left to us to gallivant around the country with the Chip'n Dale brothers in a car that is so prehistoric it pre-dates the moon landing?"

Sam coughed and Dean sat up at the insult of his car, "Hold up, you do not talk about Baby like…"

Jen cut him off, "I left because you two were in danger as long as I was there. I didn't hook up with these guys until last fall, I was hunting alone. I was trying to help people."

Mags shook her head and looked down at her plate, mumbling under her breath, "Damn right there is hooking up going on."

"Excuse me?" Jen snapped and sat forward. Mags looked back up innocently, "Nothin'."

"That's damn right nothing." Jen said, taking a swig from her beer, grabbing some fries from Dean's plate, he raised his eyebrows, "Would you like some fries?"

"I think I'm good." she shoved them in her mouth and winked. He just shook his head and kept eating. All the kids were finishing up what food they could. The waitress came back to the destruction, "Any dessert tonight?"

Dean looked up hopefully, "Do you guys have pie?"

"I'm sorry sir, we ran out about half hour ago."

His face fell, "Nothin for me then."

No one else ordered anything, the waitress went back in to grab the bill. Melissa scooted even closer to Sam, putting her hand on his knee, she spoke under her breath, "You don't need any sugar anyways, your ass is already pretty sweet."

Sam removed her hand awkwardly and scooted away. He glanced around to see if anyone had heard her. Jen and Dean were both smirking, trying not to laugh. Luckily for Sam the bill came out before they could tease him relentlessly. Jen threw some cash on the table and they headed back for the motel.

Skylar's POV:

Later that night, after being personally escorted by Jen and the boys back to the room with warnings of 'your asses will be kicked if you leave so help me' I find myself not able to sleep as easily as Mags. After hearing all those creatures are real...well its not easy to cast off nightmares as dreams anymore.

I sigh and sink into the bed. Melissa, the night owl, had snuck out of the room to get ice and snacks, though I have a feeling it was to do more than that. I roll over to smother my face in the pillow.

'So their hunters. They kill things that shouldn't be real.' It keeps running through my head. I sit up and chuck the pillow at the wall. Not getting sleep tonight it seems. I hear the key slide into the door and look over as Melissa comes in with candy, chips, and ice. She gives a small smile to me, but keeps quiet as she sits on the edge of the bed, setting the stuff down on the nightstand.

"Pretty crazy shit, huh" she says, offering a Kit-Kat to me. I nod silently and open the chocolate wafer bar. She looks thoughtful for a second, the sighs. "It'd be interesting to be a hunter, huh?"

I shove her. "Not if you're just in it for ass"

She chokes back a laugh. "But that ass is too hot"

I facepalm. "You're nuts."

"Maybe I am. Not quite as nutty as you though"

"How am I nutty?" I retort, taking a bite of candy.

"Seeing ghosts an-"

"Yeah well you saw it too and proceeded to scream like a little bitch"

She pouts a bit. "Well...well...what the fuck am I supposed to do seeing one for the first time?"

"Not scream like a little bitch"

She sighs, exasperated. That's when I hear a moan. We stare at each other, then look at Mags. No, she's sleeping. We both go silent and listen, Jen's voice rings through the wall, "Dean! Get off."

Melissa stares at me open mouthed, then jumps off the bed and leans against the wall, ear pressed flat to it. Dean's voice comes through the wall, "Why? Don't you like me on top?"

Melissa beckons me over, hand clamped over her mouth. I shake my head hard and cover my ears. But it didn't stop me from hearing Jen's protest, "Dean, you're too damn big."

"For fucks sake" I hiss. I can see Melissa eagerly pressing against the wall. I stare at the wall and slowly uncover my ears, getting a brilliant idea. I pick up my phone and head to the wall, only to see Melissa already has one pulled out and recording.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop...Stop-it!" It was followed by a few thumps and stifled giggles.

After about ten minutes of indiscernible noise we pull away from the wall. Melissa smirks at me, shutting the recording off. I roll my eyes and crawl back into bed Melissa sitting cross legged beside me to watch the TV on low. I close my eyes and attempt to get the crude images out of my head before falling asleep.