"It's the greatest hits of the mullet rock. Sarah, back me up here," Sam says looking through Dean's cassettes.
"I'm not getting involved. Besides, I don't mind some mullet rock," I laugh.
"House rules Sammy, driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," Dean says before blasting music throughout the car and pulling out of the gas station.
"I'm surprised you like this kind of music," Sam says to me.
"My music taste isn't all show tunes," I explain staring out the window. Then Dean speaks.
"The day we listen to your fucking musicals in this car, is the day I give up on life."
Dean stops the car when we pull up to a bridge with police surrounding it. He reaches into the glovebox and pulls out fake badges. He throws mine to me before getting out. We walk over to two officers who are examining a car.
"You fellas had another one likes this just last month didn't you?" Dean asks.
"Who are you?" Dean and I lift up our badges before Sam hesitantly does the same.
"That's right, about a mile up the road. There's been others before that," the officer explains.
"So this victim, you knew?" Sam asks. The officer nods.
"Any connection between the victims, besides that they're all men?" I ask.
"No. Not so far as we can tell."
"So what's your theory?"
"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder, kidnapping ring?"
"Well that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys," Dean says. Sam steps on his foot before thanking the officers. As we walk away,, Dean slaps the top of Sams head.
"Why you gotta step on my foot?"
"Why you gotta talk to police like that?"
"Children," I mutter.
2001
"Serena's memorial's gonna be this weekend. It might help you find closure if we go," my dad suggests.
"Have you found the killer yet?" I ask staring out the car window.
"Not yet. So far they're targeting female high schoolers."
"I know they found Emily's body last night."
"Your principal said you can take as much time as you need at home. We can get you a tutor, and your mother can get your work from the school."
"I don't understand why it had to be them." I can't help but start to cry. These last few weeks have been the worst of my life. It all started when Anna was found in her backyard stabbed nine times in the stomach. When we got the call, all my friends met up. We had each other to grieve with. Now all of them are dead. Everyone in school was talking about how Emily's parents found her dead in her room. During third period, I was called down to the office. The principal confirmed the rumor that Emily was dead. They called my dad to come get me after I started screaming.
"You've gone through things that no person should go through. Your mother has suggested grief counseling," my dad continues as we pull into the driveway.
"I don't want to talk to anyone," I answer before getting out of the car. I open the front door and walk into the living room. Two people I don't know are sitting on the couch.
"Jack. Some FBI agents are here to see you," my mom says as my dad walks in behind me. She then walks over and wraps me into a hug whispering "I'm so sorry about Emily" in my ear.
'Sarah, please go up to your room," my dad says before turning to the FBI. I walk up the stairs, and then sit on the top step, so I can hear the conversation. The FBI must be here about the murders. They're both guys, one looks much older than the other.
"It's nice to see you Jack," the older one says.
"You too John."
"So, why'd you call us here?" The younger one asks.
"It's my daughter. Over the past two weeks, all five of her friends have been murdered. I went to check out the crime scenes, and they all reeked of sulfur." I listen closer. What the hell does sulfur have to do with all my friends dying?
"Have the only victims been friends with your daughter?" My dad nods.
"Well shit. That demon might be after her next." Curiosity gets the better of me and I walk downstairs.
"Did you just say demon?" I ask. The older agent, John, looks at my dad.
"Have you not told her?"
"I wanted her to stay out of this kind of stuff," my dad sighs.
"What kind of stuff?" I walk closer to my dad, confusing in my voice.
"I know you won't believe me, but ghosts, demons, monsters, they're all real. I used to hunt them back in my twenties with your mother. Then she got pregnant with you, so we decided to give up on the life and I became a police officer, if anything strange went on, I would give some hunters a call."
"You're just pranking me."
"I'm not Sarah. The only reason these guys are here is because you might be in trouble."
"So you two aren't FBI?"
"No. I'm John Winchester, and this is my son Dean." The older one says. His son winks at me. I sit down on the couch, feeling slightly lightheaded.
"So if demons are real, how do we kill them?" I ask.
"You can't really kill a demon. So you exorcise it," Dean explains.
"But Sarah you aren't getting involved in this," my dad cuts in.
"This thing killed my friends. I can't just sit around and do nothing!"
"You could get killed."
"I don't care!"
"I do, I'm not letting you get hurt!"
"This thing killed the people I love. I have to get revenge. You can't stop me, I'm almost eighteen. I get to control what I want to do with my life. If you don't want to help me get this demon, I'll do it myself."
"Fine. John, Dean. Teach her what she needs to know." My dad says before leaving the room. Probably to go talk to my mom, who's playing with my younger sister upstairs.
John and Dean begin to tell me about demons, and how to send them back to hell. They tell me about ghosts and how to get rid of them. They're in the middle of talking about types of monsters when I hear a loud scream from upstairs. I immediately run to where I heard the scream. John and Dean race behind me, guns in their hands. I look into my sister's room at the end of the hall. Then I see it. My dad lying on the floor, a large wound in his chest. My mom lying next to him, covered in blood. And my little sister is standing over them, a large knife in her hand.
"Becca, what did you do!" I scream running over to my parents bodies.
"That's not Becca!" Dean yells. I look up at her. Her eyes are all black. I freeze in horror. Then she lifts up the knife and stabs herself in the chest, blood begins to fall from her body onto the floor.
"No!" Black smoke flies out of her mouth, and she falls limp on the floor. Dean runs over to me. He pulls me into him as I sob. John walks over to my parents and puts two fingers and each of their necks.
"They're both dead." I force my sobbing to stop.
"You two hunt these things all the time right?" Dean nods.
"Let me come with you. I need to get the fuck that did this."
"Hunting isn't something you want to do," Dean says to me.
"Please, let me do this," I beg. John gives me a sympathetic look.
"Pack your things kid. We'll leave in an hour."