I looked on as Sam consoled the Desrosiers girl, and then he looked at me as if he…oh, no. He wasn't suggesting that we…take on some prissy little princess who had probably never even held a weapon in her life, was he? He was. I shook my head at him, and he gave me this look that suggested that he'd whine and plead if I didn't let her come with us. Right. Like that was going to convince me. I opened the hood of the Impala to check out what had been making that noise that the other Desrosiers girl had pointed out to me. I sighed. I'd been thatclose to getting into the Desrosiers house for lunch…that would have given me plenty of time to check the place out for whatever spirit was causing the trouble. But no, Sam HAD to use my name and blow my cover with Laine. And Laine. Was it really necessary for her to react like that?

I rolled my eyes as I searched for anything out of the ordinary beneath the hood. Turns out the carburetor wasn't properly connected and the fuel line was broken. Well, it was a good thing Laine wasn't there to see me reconnecting it…

"Told you it was the carburetor, Astley," I heard Laine's voice practically spitting from the door. She walked past me, up to her sister, and handed her a duffel bag. "Listen, I don't trust these two barbarians," she looked at Sam, "as far as I can throw them, so if you're going to stay with them, take really good care of yourself, okay? I left you some clothes, some hygiene stuff and some cash…"

I tuned out after that. So, rich bitch had left her little sister some money in that duffel bag. Maybe it wouldn't be so horrible to have her along for the ride. I walked over to Sam, Laine and Zara. "Here's the deal, bro. If we're keeping princess with us? You need to train her. You're responsible for her safety. She's sticking with YOU through all of this…" I looked at Zara. "You're waking HIM up at two a.m. when you're scared. You're begging HIM to be a security guard. Got it?"

She nodded, and I think I had scared her a bit. I hadn't meant to. "Listen, princess, I'm sorry, okay? This, I just wasn't expecting to have a third…person tagging along with us. But it's okay. We'll look out for you. Don't worry Laine…" I said as I looked to her older sister, who…it was really unfortunate that I'd been caught in a lie with. Because she was…something. She seemed kind of like hunter material, almost. She had an attitude, and she was strong, but I did too. She didn't look like the average, everyday rich bitch. And she had a really nice face when she smiled. And…I really had to remember not to say any of this aloud.

She really wasn't smiling in my direction at that point, anyway. But really, I couldn't blame her. I'd lied to her. Told her my name was…Rick Astley? That was probably one of my lamest cover-ups. Eighties pop singer? I'd have to remember that those? Didn't work. I didn't apologize, because it just wasn't my style. And I really didn't feel like I had anything to apologize for, either. She looked at me, her eyes narrowed. "Don't talk to her like that, okay? Listen, Zara…" she put her hand on her younger sister's arm. I understood the sibling protection thing, and in this case, it was even more necessary. I wasn't sure Zara understood what she was getting herself into. "Don't let these guys talk down to you okay? I put my cell phone in there. Call me on yours if you need me. Promise?"

I watched Zara nod, and Sam stepped up. "You know, just because Dean lied to you, doesn't mean we're bad people…" he rolled his eyes a little. "And I won't let your sister get hurt, either. So…" he and Zara exchanged small smiles. Yeah, there was going to be something going on there, sooner than later, I was sure.

Laine rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

Zara shrugged her shoulders. "I trust these guys. Sam saved my life last night, Laine. I was going to be attacked by a werewolf and he--" she scoffed as Laine rolled her eyes. "Dude, don't roll your eyes at me, Laine. They're REAL, okay? I swear, sometimes you're just as closed minded as daddy. Just leave me alone."

I grinned, then watched as Laine rolled her eyes. She did look hurt, though. Which was kind of sad. This whole situation was sad, really. "We need to hit the road, unless we want Daddy Desrosiers on our asses…" I suggested, watching as Zara nodded and headed toward the back door of my car, and as Sam followed, opening the passenger's side door. "I need to go to the garage anyway."

Laine chuckled and raised her eyebrows, grinning wryly. "Make sure you get that carburetor fixed. You don't want to kill my sister…" she crossed her arms at her chest and flipped some of her hair over her shoulder.

I groaned and made my way to the car. "Yeah, thanks for that…" I said softly as I sat in the driver's seat and shut the door. "Well, Sam, we had the Desrosiers house. But I guess we lost it," I sighed and looked at him. "I thought I'd taught you better than to just call me 'Dean' the first when I walk in with a--"

Sam's eyes narrowed. "Hey! How was I supposed to know? I didn't know that was her! Zara and I didn't exchange last names, okay? Winchester, by the way…" he grinned as he looked over the seat at Zara.

My eyes were wide. "You didn't exchange last names? Wow, Sam…next time you want to go off and work alone, remind me not to let you. We were almost THERE and now we're screwed!" I hit the steering wheel. I hated it when this happened. I started the car and headed out of the Desrosiers' driveway.

Zara cleared her throat and I looked into the rear view mirror. "Almost had what? I'm sorry, but I'm about as clueless as the day is long. I know you guys are hunters or whatever, I figured that out when Sam shot that werewolf and it died, because…only hunters would know how to kill a werewolf," she shrugged. So, she was a little smarter than I suspected. That was…somewhat refreshing. "But I mean, you almost had what?"

I looked at Sam. This was his forte. He'd practically begged to bring the girl along with us, after all. He looked clulessly at me. Yeah, he didn't exactly KNOW what we were doing there. "Well, I'm sure you know what's been going on in your house, right? At least I'd hope. With the disappearing maids and everything?" I heard her mumble in agreement and continued. "Well, we don't think it's all copasetic. I mean--"

She shrugged and ran a hand through her hair. "I think it's a Wendigo."

I raised an eyebrow. The only other people I had heard speak the word 'Wendigo' were my dad and Sam. I nodded, though. That was what Sam and I speculated. "Yeah, we were looking over the reports and we were kind of surprised that nothing had happened to you or Laine yet. But, do you guys go out into the woods a lot?"

She shook her head. "No. And that's where all the workers were when they disappeared. I don't know…it's really weird."

Sam looked at me, a little smug look on his face. So, she knew her stuff. It wouldn't be that bad then. I pulled over onto the side of the road in the middle of town, and looked at Zara. "Listen. Sam's gonna have to teach you to shoot a gun…you guys can find a place to do that while I go get the car looked at, okay?" I looked at the two of them.

This was going to be an interesting hunt. Especially now, since I knew that Zara wasn't going to want to leave until we got this wendigo away from her family. Not that I really blamed her. I watched as she and Sam walked off, and ran a hand through my hair. Yeah, it was going to be interesting, all right. And this was just the beginning.