Title: The Boys Went Down to Georgia

Author: Razorbackgal0225

Rating: PG-13--A little language, but that's all

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, cars or situations from Supernatural, but I sure wish I did. Anything you don't recognize is mine.

Author's Note: This is my first time posting a story, so I hope you enjoy. Please review whether you do or you don't. A special thanks to my beta, Sarah, I couldn't do this without her.

Katie had the radio blaring country music as she worked steadily at the worktable. Wednesday mornings were generally slow at the flower shop, so she was using this time to work on new designs for the summer flower arranging class she was teaching at the annex in June. During a pause in the music, she heard the phone ringing on the front counter. She threw off her gloves and rushed to answer it.

"Matthews Flower Shop, this is Katie. How may I help you?" she answered, trying to sound as pleasant as possible.

"You can start by turning down that music. You're not going to hear any customers come in the shop with all that racket." The order was infused with warmth and affection and Katie laughed softly into the receiver.

"Whatever, you wouldn't know good music if it bit you in the butt, Manda," she retorted. "And what makes you think I even had the radio on?"

Amanda Prescott sighed loudly on the other end of the line. "Please, it's Wednesday. You always have the music turned up on Wednesdays. But I won't care as long as you tell me you finished Jenny Newman's bridesmaids' bouquets. That woman has emailed me three times since I've been gone! I'm trying to figure out if I can block her on my Blackberry."

Katie rolled her eyes. "I finished them yesterday. Jenny needs to seriously chill. It's just a wedding and we both know it won't be her last." Katie continued sharing hometown news with her older sister. Amanda had been in London for about a week, attending a conference with her husband, Alex. While Lilly had often spent the night with Katie as she was growing up, this was the first time Amanda had been away from her daughter for more than a weekend. These 'check-in' phone calls had been occurring daily due to this. Katie tried to not feel hurt by this, and told herself she would act the same way if it were her kid that was staying with Amanda.

As nothing terribly important was happening with the Flower Shop and with Lilly finishing school for the year in two days, Katie didn't have much to report. Right before the girls hung up, Katie remembered to tell Amanda,

"Oh, by the way, there were a couple of private detectives at the shop yesterday. And then at my house."

"Private detectives?" Amanda asked, surprise evident in her voice. "What did they want?"

"Sadie Jenkins hired some agency to find out what happened to Ryan that day at school. She's still convinced that mystery boy had something to do with it. And since she decided to write up Lilly's accident at Granger's for last week's edition of the paper, the investigators came to talk to Lilly." Katie had walked back to the worktable, phone held between her shoulder and her chin, and was working on her arrangement again. "No big deal."

A pause followed her last statement and Katie could imagine the tension beginning to build in Amanda's shoulders. "What do you mean, no big deal? A couple of strangers come to talk to my daughter and you don't think it's any big deal? Kaitlin Christine Matthews, what is the matter with you?!" Amanda shouted at her sister. Katie had expected a negative reaction from her sister, but not this much.

"What's with the gratuitous full name usage, Manda? They were both very nice and very respectful of both Lilly and me. As a matter of fact, Lilly's picking out her wedding colors, since she's convinced one of them was the model for the prince in Sleeping Beauty."

"Oh, so they're good-looking?" came the next question. Katie bristled at the suspicion she heard in Amanda's voice and stopped working. She focused her full attention on the conversation.

"Not that it has any bearing on this situation, but yes, they are both attractive men. What does that have to do with anything?" Katie glanced into the lobby of the store to make sure there weren't any customers lurking about, since she was pretty sure she was about to lose her temper.

"It has to do with the fact that just because you think a guy's hot and your 'gut'" Katie's anger rose another notch, knowing that Amanda was doing those annoying air quotations when she said that, "tells you he's okay doesn't mean he's safe to have around my daughter. I swear I'm not trying to be mean, but when you have kids, I think you'll understand a little more."

Instead of yelling at Amanda, which she really wanted to do, Katie clenched her jaw and took a deep breath. She counted to five silently and then asked, "What do you want me to do, Amanda?"

"Why don't you call the agency that Sadie hired and check them out? And you can call me an over-protective mother behind my back. But with what happened to Lilly at Granger's and Tina Lloyd, I want to make doubly sure she's safe. Alright?" Amanda pleaded.

"Okay. I'll check with the agency. They're based out of Atlanta. I'll let you know what I find out," she relented. "Are you going to call Lilly tonight?"

"Yep. Seriously, Katie, I just want to make sure they're on the up and up. If they are," Amanda began, but Katie interrupted.

"If they are, then I'm giving Jenny Newman your phone number in the hotel." The girls said their goodbyes and Katie went back to work on her arrangement design.

Fifteen minutes later, she smiled proudly at her latest creation. She might not have the most common sense in the world, especially according to her older sister, but Katie had every confidence in her talent with flowers. She had been offered jobs with some of the bigger flower dealers in Atlanta and even as far away as Dallas, but she couldn't bear to think of leaving Commerce. Thinking of Atlanta reminded her that she had promised to call the private detective agency for which Sam and Dean worked to ensure they were on the 'up and up.' She went into Amanda's office and grabbed the huge Atlanta yellow pages they had. She skimmed the firms until she found Wilson and Wilson. She dialed the number listed.

"Wilson and Wilson Detective Agency, how may I direct your call?" she was greeted by a distinctly fake Southern accent.

"Hi, I had been contacted by a couple of detectives that work for you and I was trying to get in touch with them again. Could you possibly put me in contact with them?" Katie had rehearsed in her mind that story and had decided it was best. She wasn't about to explain to someone that her slightly over-protective sister didn't believe her.

"What names, please?" the female voice was decidedly less pleasant than when the exchange started.

"Either Sam Teague or Dean Ross," Katie read the names off the cards Sam and Dean had left with her yesterday. As she waited, she noticed something strange. The phone number listed on the cards wasn't the same number she had dialed. Actually, it wasn't even close, only the area code was the same. Her palms turned cold and clammy and her heart began to race as the possibility that the men had lied to her looked more and more like a reality.

"I'm sorry miss, we don't have any detectives by either of those names on our staff. May I transfer you to one of our managers?" the voice came back.

"No, that's alright, thank you anyway," Katie managed to blurt out before slamming the phone down. She felt a full-blown panic attack coming on the horizon as she tried to calm herself down. Her sister had been right; she had been too trusting of the men that had questioned Lilly. Glancing down at the business card still in her hand, she threw them down on the counter violently.

"Crap."