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A few days after Dean met Sophie…

ED: Oh, yeah, luck—it's got nothin' to do with it. It's about talent, you know? Sheer, unabashed, talent. (He gives them a peace sign.) Later. (He and Harry get in their car, which has their trailer attached to it.) See you around. (They drive away. SAM and DEAN laugh and start walking back to their car.)
DEAN: Wow.
SAM: I have a confession to make.
DEAN: What's that?
SAM: I was the one who called them and told 'em I was a producer. (They reach the car and laugh.)
DEAN: Well, I'm the one who put the dead fish in their backseat. (They laugh again.)
SAM: Truce?
DEAN: Yeah, truce. At least for the next hundred miles. (He grins and SAM sighs. They get in the car and drive away.)

SAM: Hey, isn't that Sophie?
DEAN: What? Where? (Sam points to edge of road where Sophie's hitchhiking.)
SAM: That's weird…
DEAN: Just a coincident… (stops next to Sophie, who bends down to the window) Wanna lift?
SOPHIE: Hey! Lucky me! Sure you guys don't mind?
DEAN: No way. Get in.

Grinning Sophie slung her bag into the car and followed it. Sam, who was sat in the passenger turned round to face her.

'So, what were you up to in Richardson?'

'Looking for an old friend. You?' Dean laughed and for no real reason Sophie found herself smiling again.

'About the same really.' Dean leaned across as he spoke and the sounds of Metallica's 'Hit The Lights' filled the car. Sophie stretched her feet up onto the seat next to her and enjoyed the music and small talk.

Sam glanced back at Sophie about an hour after they'd picked her up. She'd joined in partly with the conversation until now. Seeing her he tried not to smile. She was asleep, her forehead leant against the window and her body curled up cat-like. Dean followed the direction of his brother's glance and laughed. Glancing back at the road he felt the buzz of his cell phone. Grabbing it from his jacket he checked the text message.

'Hey, Sammy- check these co-ordinates will ya? They're from Dad.'

'Fitchburg, Wisconsin… there wasn't anything last night when I check. Sure those co-ordinates are right?'

DEAN: Yeah, I double-checked. It's Fitchburg, Wisconsin. Look, Dad wouldn't have sent us coordinates if it wasn't important, Sammy.
SAM: Well, I'm tellin' you, I looked, and all I could find was a big, steaming pile of nothin'. If Dad's sending us hunting for something, I don't know what.
DEAN: Well, maybe he's gonna meet us there.
SAM: Yeah, 'cause he's been so easy to find up to this point.
DEAN: You're a real smartass, you know that? Don't worry, I'm sure there's somethin' in Fitchburg worth killin'.
SAM: Yeah? What makes you so sure?
DEAN: Well, because I'm the oldest, which means I'm always right.
SAM: No, it doesn't.
DEAN: Yeah, it totally does. (He grins. They drive past a sign that reads, "Fitchburg. Population 20,501.")

From the backseat Sophie laughed. She's just woken up to Dean's affirmation.
'That's what my stepbrother says: the oldest is always right.'

'Point proven!' Dean stated firmly. Sam and Sophie exchanged puzzled glances.

'How does that prove anything?' Sam's tone was deeply sceptical.

'It just does.'

'Sophie? What's your stepbrother like?' Dean turned in his seat raising an eyebrow. Sophie however had already caught Sam's train of thought.

'He was an arrogant ass.'

'Point Proven.'

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'We're stopping here, are you okay getting to…?' Dean had pulled into a Motel car park. Turning to face Sophie he noticed she'd been starring out of the passenger window. She met his eyes and nodded brightly.

'Yeah, I'll be fine thanks.'

'Are you sure?' Sam questioned the girl closely. She nodded like a child raising her eyebrow. He took the point. 'Ok. Well… See you around…'

'Maybe I guess. I'll be in town for a while, I think. So…'

'Right.' Dean watched her leave the car. She slung her bag over one shoulder and walked away from them, glancing back only once. Dean kept watching her until she rounded a corner. When he drew his attention back to the car he realised Sam was watching him.

'What?'

'Nothing.' Sam grinned as he climbed out of the car.

'Dude, seriously- what?'

'Nothing.' Dean slammed the driver's door and stalked into the motel. It only made smile more.

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A Few Days Later- End of 'Something Wicked'

SAM: Dean! (In an instant, the shtriga comes over to SAM and pushes him to the ground, choking him. SAM tries to pick up his gun, but he cannot reach it. The shtriga lowers its head and begins to suck out SAM's life force. His face begins to lose its colour.)
DEAN: Hey! (The shtriga turns and DEAN shoots it between its eyes. It falls to the ground again.) You okay, little brother? (Breathing heavily, SAM gives DEAN a thumbs-up sign. DEAN stands up with SAM and they look at the shtriga. DEAN shoots it three more times, and it disappears into nothing. All that remains is a pile of robes on the floor.) It's okay, Michael, you can come on out. (MICHAEL comes out from under the bed and walks over to them. SAM places a hand on MICHAEL's shoulder. MICHAEL smiles gratefully at DEAN, and he smiles back. DEAN continues to look at the robes on the carpet. MICHAEL touches SAM's arm.

'Can I go now?' Michael asked holding onto Sam in exhaustion.

'Yeah, go get some sleep.' Sam was still watching Dean who in turn was starring at the robes on the floor. Michael let go of Sam's arm and turned to leave. In the door way with a backpack at her feet was Sophie.

'Dean?' the little boy called over his shoulder. Dean didn't respond. 'Dean!'

'Mmm… Oh.' Shock registered on his face clearly.

'I know it's late… but is this a bad time?'

'Sorta.'

'Oh. It's just my friends are out of town and I don't have anywhere to stay…'

'We're full.' Said Michael from the doorway. 'But you guys have room don't you?' Dean glared at the young boy but nodded.

'You can stay here.' Sam said, answering for his brother.

'Thanks. Um… I have another question?' Sophie had pushed her hair off of her shoulders and it fell straight down her back. It made her look particularly young and vulnerable.

'Yeah?'

'What the hell was that?' Sam froze. He tried to think of a reasonable explanation and looked up at Dean. Who decided reasonable probably wasn't going to cut it here.

'Shtriga.' He said bluntly.

'shring?' Sophie repeated sceptically.

'Shtriga… it's a witch, kinda. It feeds on kid's energy.' Sophie closed her eyes in way of a response. Sam took the opportunity to exchange a glance with his brother. Dean shrugged the look away in a motion, which clearly said: what else was I meant to do.

'I think…' said Sophie quietly. 'I think you're going to have to start from the beginning.'