Disclaimer: Supernatural and Gilmore Girls are not of my creation. Each of them belong to their respective creators, writers, producers, studios, and anything else that holds a little piece of these two fabulous shows. No copyright infringement intended.

AN: Thanks for all the reviews! I was seriously surprised when after only a few hours I had four reviews. It usually takes a few days to amount to that much, so seriously. Thank you. Going through all my reviews, I was sort of surprised to see that some of you people haven't seen Gilmore Girls and if you have, aren't very caught up with it. Don't feel bad. I didn't watch the last season. But, none the less. I figured that for those of you not in the complete know, I'd make a character guide. Instead of giving you endless lists of links, I'll give you one:

community. livejournal. com/ werentroublenow/

I'm not sure how links work on , but, instead of freaking out because I can't see it right, that's the link. Take the spaces out and it goes to one of my journals on LJ. It's pretty much just pictures. Don't mind the header, the comm/journal was originally set so that my BFF, Joe could keep up with some original fiction I'm working on. (if you're interested, of course, comment on the journal and let me know, and I'll start updating it on the fiction, or at least post a summary in either the next chapter or on the LJ)

Anyway. A lot of you had questions about the latest chapter, and a lot of answers are going to be answered here. I hope you like this. : )

Now, with out further distraction, Chapter 9.

.Highway To Hell

Chapter 9.

It was odd that she'd never thought about it. It was supposed to be one of the biggest fears a mother had, but Lorelai had never considered it. Not once. Stars Hollow had been the perfect town to raise a child, but maybe that's why everything was wrong. That's why Rory was gone. When Rory had been younger, she'd never had to worry about her only child running off and being taken. The town had been a state of the art defense system. If one person that no one knew got near Rory half the town would have jumped in the way of the young girl. But Lorelai hadn't expected it to happen this way.

Kids went missing when careless mothers forgot to hold their child's hand in the mall. Not their twenty two year old daughter who went missing after a fire during a presidential hopeful's campaign speech. But that's how it had happened. One moment, Rory Gilmore had been playing the brilliant detective, writing notes, holding up her digital recorder, taking in the sights and sounds of a optimistic crowd when wham! Rory Gilmore disappeared into thin air, leaving nothing but her notebook behind. That'd been months ago. Several months without one word from her daughter and part of her knew that something was wrong.

She knew Rory better then she knew herself and there was no doubt that if Rory had chosen to leave, a phone call would have been made by now.

There was so much she wanted to tell Rory. She wanted to tell her that not only were her and Luke still together and going strong, but, he'd proposed. She wanted to talk to her and laugh about the fact that Miss Patty had found a new husband. A young, strong man who had enough stamina to satisfy Patty…Patty's words…for now, anyway. She wanted to express her pride at finding common ground with Luke's daughter. So much had gone on while she was away and it was tearing Lorelai up inside to keep it in.

But she hadn't been completely useless in the search for Rory. She'd spoken to several different police departments, the FBI, and the private investigator that her mother had hired. They'd had ups and downs.

A month ago, the FBI had informed her that they had a hunch that Rory was still alive, but in the company of two fugitives that had managed to escape capture despite being taken in several times in the past two years. The names were always at the front of her mind. Sam and Dean. She'd almost laughed when saw their photos. Sam looked so much like Dean Forester. Almost uncanny. Enough that she'd argued with the agents in regards to his identity.

She often wondered, though. Were Sam and Dean treating her right? Did they give her coffee in the morning, and food on a regular basis? Did she sit in a tiny room, chained to the wall or did they allow her all the comforts of home?

While able to keep a decent sense of self about it, Lorelai Gilmore would have had a heart attack if she knew what her daughter had really gotten herself into…

Tristan DuGray couldn't help but be amused by the expression on Dean Winchester's face as he the affections between Sam and Rory continued. He'd known Dean for a very small amount of time, but, he'd learned to read people rather quickly in the time he'd been on the run. Dean was the kind of guy who was well practiced in putting up a façade. The entire world could be closing in around him and Dean Winchester wouldn't flinch. To anyone else, he just seemed irritated at the warmth being displayed between his brother and his friend, but Tristan saw right through it all. There was no mistaking the look of longing in his eyes when he looked at Rory. It was a certain glint that only a guy who'd spent so much of his time longing for the girl would know.

"You like her, don't you?" Tristan questioned the hunter, looking at him out of the corner of his eye. Dean turned towards him, eyes wide, mouth open with the intent to deny, but Tristan shook his head. "You don't have to deny it." Tristan teased.

"I don't like her." Dean finally spoke. "I mean, ew. She's like the little sister I never wanted."

Tristan chuckled at this. "Well, then." he paused, "she's the little sister you never wanted that you want to." Dean cut him off.

"DUDE!" Dean nearly shouted, "That is so not cool." Dean glared daggers at Tristan, but Tristan wasn't intimidated by it. He was well aware of the effects his words would have on Dean and had merely manipulated him into reaction, though Dean would never admit it.

"I keep telling you man, it's okay. She's a pretty girl. Stubborn too." The avatar laughed, looking down at his feet.

"Stubborn isn't the word for Rory Gilmore." Dean disagreed. Tristan nodded.

"More like 'Unable to do as you ask, no matter how much sense it makes.'" Tristan suggested,

"or, 'Not willing to listen, no matter how many times you tell her she could be killed.'" Dean contributed.

"You know, I never spent too much time with her, but she was always good with the word no." Tristan laughed, "you wouldn't believe how many times I tried to get her to go out with me in high school." Oddly enough, Tristan felt comfortable sharing this information with Dean, "I even stole her books once and told her if she didn't say yes, I wouldn't give them back."

"How'd that work for you?" Dean asked.

"Her then boyfriend showed up. She professed her undying hatred for me, and confessed her undying love for him."

"nice." Dean couldn't help but laugh as he lifted his arm to glance at his watch. "Where the hell is Jo?" He growled, irritated. Out of the corner of his eye, Dean caught a gentle kiss shared between Rory and Sam and part of him wanted to run over there and throw Dean to the ground. Shaking his head, he pushed himself off the side of his car and turned to Tristan. "I'm going for a walk, holler at me when Jo gets here." Dean grumbled walking across the road and passed the threshold of the tress.

To say he was irritated was an understatement. Yes, Tristan was right. He did like Rory, but he'd never pushed it. He knew the risk that came with having a relationship when he was living the life he was living. He'd heard the stories of failed hunts from other hunters. He saw the latent effect that Bill Harvelle's death had had on his family. The notion of having someone waiting at home while he could possibly never come back was terrifying for him. Part of him recognized Rory's strength. She wasn't the kind of girl that would sit at home waiting for him to come back. She'd be in the passenger seat next to him, only to nag him about his stupidity if anything. He was fairly positive that there wasn't any part of him that wouldn't mind continuous nagging. Hell, he'd take that for the rest of his life if it meant he didn't have to see Dean and Rory being all lovey dovey five feet from him all the time.

The other part of him, the rational side of him was happy that his brother was there like that for Rory. But now he couldn't help but wonder how long they'd been keeping this from him. How long had they been meeting in secret while he was left alone doing research in the hotel or out investigating while the two of them hid under the excuse of reading ancient texts concerning primeval beasts and other stuff they were more then likely to get involved in.

If he was truly irritated about anything, it was that. He could deal with the relationship, but not the secrets. He'd had enough of those to last him a life time.

Hardly paying attention, lost in thought, Dean didn't notice the three piles of rocks in his path until his foot had collided with one of them, sending him falling to the ground. Groaning, Dean pushed himself back up, wiping the leaves and dirt of his clothes, turning around to see what had gotten in his way. He scrunched his eye brows up, his thoughts racing. It'd been years since he'd seen such simple markers like this. In all his years hunting, the big bad ghosties had always had this proper marking. He'd assumed that this case was going to be a lot harder then most. Especially considering the fact that the bodies of the supposed angered spirits were buried beneath several feet of concrete and dirt. Laughing to himself, he took off out of the woods. Standing at the edge of the woods, he beckoned for Tristan to follow him, not wanting to interrupt the love birds from doing…what ever it was they were doing.

"What's up, man?" Tristan asked.

"I'm feeling like a giddy school girl." Dean replied, heading through the woods to the spot he'd found. Tristan raised his eye brows, following him.

When Dean stopped, Tristan looked around him, his eyes immediately drawn to the three grave markers. "Are those what I think they are?" Tristan asked.

"The legend says that three settlers were buried without ceremony because the priest in their town had died weeks previous and they weren't given their last rights. As time went by, the people who had ownership of this land built everything around the three graves. Until several years ago when the city bought the land and built the bridge over it." Dean quoted, "Some of the legends say that the curse began long before the road was built over it. That a hurricane had nearly taken it out, stalled the development of the project."

"Um. Well. If these are graves, then that means the legend is either fake or these has nothing to do with the legend." Tristan said slowly.

"But the whole thing is this:" Dean laughed. "It's a legend!"

"And this is good?" Tristan asked.

"hell, yeah!" Dean grinned, "it means that just because says something is true, doesn't mean that it's true. Instead of being buried beneath the road, they're buried on the side of the road." Dean explained.

"that doesn't explain why they'd be angry."

"never hurts to try." Dean wasn't sure why al of a sudden everything seemed so optimistic.

"Well, they certainly weren't too happy about being salted and burned, now where they?" Dean asked Tristan as they tossed the shovels into the back of the Impala. Tristan nodded.

"That was much more easy then I thought it would be." Tristan said.

"A lot easier then others. Some spirits get really violent." Sam voiced coming up behind him. Dean looked at his brother, nodding.

"You know, did Jo ever show up?" Dean asked. Tristan, Rory, and Sam shook their heads no.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Tristan turned to Dean suddenly. Dean nodded, walking around to the front of the car , Tristan following.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I was just thinking." Tristan said. "This entire thing was too easy. You said that Jo was here for nearly two weeks before she called you, when we all ran into her last night she was parked right here." Tristan continued.

"So you think Jo knew about those graves?"

"More then positive. Then you got add in all the other stuff, too."

"Other stuff?"

"I know I haven't known you or Sam for long, and I haven't seen Rory in well over five years, but, if I know anything, I'm really good at reading people, and before that big display at the diner, I would have never guessed anything was going on between those two."

"So what is it, an act?" Dean asked.

"Look at the clues, Dean. You're supposed to be this great hunter, but you're blind." Tristan accused, "Rory and Sam didn't even touch once before they took sips of Jo's coffee."

"So you're saying Jo did this?"

"I know she's your friend, but, it would make sense. Logan's going to look for a way into your group. What better way then a girl you see as your younger sister? Jo's this sweet girl who you feel the need to protect. She admitted so much that she's not only found Logan, but has met him." Tristan's voice seemed to rise with each word that came out of his mouth. "Logan has more then one demon at his command."

Dean didn't argue. Dean didn't say or do anything. He just stood there, staring at Rory and Sam. After a few moments, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. "Who are you calling?" Tristan asked. Dean smiled.

"An old friend." He replied vaguely before walking to the driver's side of the Impala and climbed in behind the wheel. "Come on, guys, let's go!!" He hollered out the window, starting the engine. Sam and Rory climbed into the back and Tristan climbed into the passenger seat. "Oh, and Tristan?" Dean asked.

"yeah?" Tristan asked, looking out the window.

"You were right." Dean's face was broken out into a big grin.

"About what?" Tristan asked.

"That thing you said earlier. You were right."

Tristan smiled, "what are you going to do about it?" He asked.

"No idea. We'll just see if we can get that stuff out of their systems before we decide on anything." He said and Tristan nodded, smirking.

Jo Harvelle stood, stiff as a board as Logan Huntzberger entered the room. He was almost completely flawless in his appearance. Blonde hair styled just right, his shirt and pants perfectly pressed, his shoes shiny and expensive. He was handsome, his face flawless and youthful, but with an air of superiority that wasn't completely unattractive. He was rich and powerful and had this power about him that drew everyone to him.

As soon as he stood before her, her body bowed in respect. "My lord." She replied plainly.

"Is it done?" He asked.

"Yes, both the Gilmore girl and the younger Winchester had been given the potion." She said.

"Good," He grinned. It'd been years since their side has faced up against so much power. Sam Winchester, a powerful psychic and Dean Winchester, a powerful hunter. With the help of Rory Gilmore, a girl he knew very well, there was no denying that they made a powerful trio. Sam was the brains, Dean was the brawn and Rory Gilmore was everything else. It'd been luck that a powerful witch had come around to his side, giving him an edge over them once. He wasn't stupid, despite the fact that the three had managed to keep a few steps ahead of him, he was well aware of the emotions that kept them tied together.

"There's more, though, my lord." Jo spoke.

"Yes?" Logan asked.

"The avatar was with them." She said, crying out as Logan's hand met her cheek, knocking her face sideways.

"What did you say?" He asked.

"Tristan DuGray is with them." Logan growled in discontentment before punching the wall behind Jo's head.

"Well, then. There's a lot more work we have to do…" He said slyly before backing off and walking out of the room, leaving Jo Harvelle, her eyes as black as night staring at the place he once stood, a single tear running down her cheek.

.end chapter

AN: It's not my best, but, it pretty much explains a bit of what's going on.

NO. Jo isn't evil, but her character is important, and her being where she is and what she is is important. Not only that there's a whole bunch more to it all, that will be revealed soon. Hope that resolved a few questions, and hey! I added in the Lorelai, so…

Anyway,

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O. and btw. We did okay during the hurricane, no damage, no power outage. The worst part the cable went out…which is what my internet is connected to.

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