I was home sick yesterday and thought I would bang out a few chapters. They start questioning her in the next chapter and they go to town and the investigation begins! Yay build and running through wheat! Just kidding, that is over after this chapter.

Also, I haven't decided if I'm going to put Castiel in this or not, so I would appreciate your input. I'm at a bit of a writer's block at chapter 15 in my drafting so if you would like to see him in, feel free to say yes or no and shoot me a few ideas.

For sheer caution sake, they move slowly toward the woman, but as she vanishes, they take no chance in losing her and run toward the place she ran too.

After so many hunts, the brothers just know who is better at what and how the investigation should be split up, meaning Dean did the chasing of the geeks and Sam studied their ectoplasm. In this case, Dean was chasing a women (again, nothing new) while Sam studied the burnt cube (very new).

The last thing Dean sees before rushing into the thick and towering wheat field is Sam kneeling by the thing she dropped. For a woman walking in a wheat field, carrying that thing didn't really seem worthwhile.

It takes a moment for Dean to realize he is running on a trail, meaning no matter where they ran, they couldn't hide. You don't even have to know how to track to be able to say that weak things, when pressed, become weaker. You follow a path twice, it is more worn, blaze a new and you can still tell.

Dean runs faster. He can't see her, but from a bit ahead the grains are swishing. He believes he hears a faint clicking noise as he steps, but can't he sure. He could just be stomping on the top of the grass. He begins to tire, and his breathing becomes labored, but still goes on without making any noise. All of a sudden, the swishing and the clicking and the path just stop, and he finds himself in a small clearing.

The golden wheat has been pressed into a miniature crop circle. It is lumpy and some of the stalks are standing up, but it is obvious that the woman slept here, since there is one place flatter than the others and damage has been done out of boredom that couldn't be done by animals. It was the same woman that was now looking straight at Dean pointing a chunky white gun at his head. It isn't just a normal gun, it has prongs and there is something glowing within that is too difficult to look at. Something in the air smells a bit like baked potatoes but Dean is pretty sure that's just his stomach talking.

Deciding he can take his chances with this strange girl, he raises his hands and sets his gun on the ground. Dean smiles internally. He doesn't ever recall pulling his gun out, it just appears in his hand. He starts actually smiling and the girl takes another step forward and the gun gets a little brighter. Sobering, Dean kneels on the ground, still confident he can talk his way out of this.

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Dean always called Sam too soft when doing interrogations. He always said he was too compassionate, that you need to be tough and hard to get what you want.

That was after hell. That was when Dean learned that that was the right way to go. Maybe not ethically right, but it produced answers. Before Dean learned how do "that", they were a pretty solid team of equal desire to get the answers they sought in an appropriate manner. It proved slow and inaccurate at times, but at least no one got too hurt. Maybe that was why Dean was quick to make the switch after he returned. It wasn't that he liked hurting people, he just did not have the time to solve cases at the leisure of the witness.

Sam sighed. Dean can chase whoever he wants, even if it is just some girl.

Well, she did just come from the only building in miles. Which, in fact, was the place they were currently holding an investigation.

He kneeled in front of the strange cube to get a better look. It was scorched and dented but other than that, it seemed pretty sturdy. He knocked on it with his knuckles and couldn't tell if it was hollow or solid. Standing, he nudged it with his hoof and practically broke his largest toe. He barely nudged it and felt resistance. It was heavy, probably solid (It held up well to fire, it seemed) and was a good thing to stub toes on. Maybe if Dean caught up with the girl, she would let them hang on to it for a good coffee table for a future home. Don't people always stub their toes on tables in movies?

This time using his hands, he tried to lift it. It gave a little, but barely. It was indeed solid. How did the girl manage to carry this through a damn field? It went on for miles and yet she carried this anvil of a cube the whole way. Something to ask her later, since Dean always caught his targets.

The top of the cube was very badly burnt, that no marking could be seen on it, so he lowered himself to the ground once more to take a look.

On this particular face, there were fewer scorch marks, but more dents and bullet holes, except, they weren't regular bullet holes, they looked as if they made impact with the cube with their shells still on them. No gun could do that, nor would anyone want to do that. Looking at the 'cleanest' face, he saw there was a large pink heart painted into the metal, surrounded by a white background. Taking another look, he saw that this was a repeating pattern around the whole thing.

Sam felt disgusted.

This had to have come from Aperture, the only place notorious enough to use human test subjects while simultaneously making themselves victims to psychological torture.

No wonder the girl was scared.

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Chell lowers the gun as Dean kneels to the ground. Finally confident he isn't about to get shot, Dean relaxes and allows himself to get a look at her.

Aside from the ugly and loud orange jumpsuit, she could actually somewhat pretty if she tried. Her black hair was pulled back , with little pieces of gold foliage stuck in various parts. There were a few nasty cuts on her face and neck, but they looked uninfected. She was frowning and fear showed through her deep brown eyes, and Dean gave her a once-over. The jumpsuit had Aperture Laboratories stitched on the label and it was torn and bloody, with dirt permanently stained by the elbows and cuffs.

Dean's eyes skipped the gun; he saw what he had to before his eyes started hurting. Her knees in the suit were almost worn through but he stopped breathing when he saw her boots. They were black and white, and scuffed all over. It almost looked as if she were standing on her tip toes, but there was a large black piece of something that extended under her heel. It was a platform boot, with some curvy-heel thing. They looked like a sort of more complicated and less bloody version of what he and Sam picked up before.

This is exactly what they need, someone who knows what it is like on the inside.

"What- what's your name?" Dean calls out softy, and she raises her gun again. "I'm Dean. I don't mean to hurt you, or scare you. I just want to help." He casts his eyes to her and she looks scared.

"My brother, Sam, well we heard about this place called Aperture Science, and some things that were going on inside. We just want to make sure everything and everyone is okay." She doesn't look as scared as before, but she still says nothing.

"What's your name?" She still says nothing. "Can I help you? It looks like you've been here for a while. I can take you to the town down the road. It's a pretty far walk, and those boots look pretty painful." She looks down at her boots and takes a step back. Dean takes this cue to stand, leaving his gun on the ground. With hands still raised, he gestures down the path they just came from that lead to Sam and the road.

"Please let me show you."

Chell weighed the options in her head. He doesn't want to hurt her, or so he says, and says he know about Aperture. If they really knew what it was like, he probably would be a bit more forceful in demanding answers from her. But really, she had nothing to lose. She was again trapped in this field with nothing, why screw up her possibly only chance out. She nods and gestures with the harmless gun.

Dean nods, bends to pick up his gun, pockets it and leads the way.

They walk in silence, figuring Dean isn't going to get a response anyway, and he doesn't want to shoot himself in the foot with his luck of finding this person.

They make it back after slow going, but find Sam wrapped around her cube in a strange angle. It looks like he is trying to move it, and yet examine it at the same time.

With a smirk, she aims the portal gun and lifts the cube into the air. When she sees the boys' faces, she can't help but smile more and then she smiles even more because she remembers she is free, and lets out a soft giggle as she moves the weighted companion cube over their heads.

She missed people.

There you have it! The story can finally begin. No more wheat I PROMISE.

Thoughts?