Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from "Supernatural". I was I did though.

This takes place some time is Season 2.

Thanks to all the people who have reviewed and read my story! Thank you for my wonderful beta, Shannon! It is nice to be working with you again.

Characters thoughts in italics.

Chapter 4

Dean gripped the wheel as he sped down the highway. Glancing at the map, the turnoff was still another ten miles. His cell rang incessantly. He looked at the caller ID. Bobby. He meant well but Sam's life depended on him coming alone. The Impala was making excellent progress until the downpour hit. Dean slowed the car to a snail's pace.

"Damn it! I don't have time for this."

The wipers were at their maximum but all Dean could see was rain cascading down the windshield. He steered to the side of the road and waited. His hands drummed against the steering wheel as his thoughts drifted to Sam. How do I know that Sam is still alive? She never let me talk to him. What if I'm too late? He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. Sammy's still alive. I would know if he wasn't. I would feel it in my gut. Several minutes passed before the rain lessened enough for him to return to the road.

When Dean finally reached the turnoff, he found that it was more like a trail. Trees lined both sides like sentries standing guard at a drawbridge. The trail was a muddy mess. The Impala's tires plowed through the mud. Sorry baby. I'll make sure you get a proper car wash after this is over. Further down the road forked into two smaller roads. Looking at the map, he noticed the left road lead straight to the farmhouse while the right lead into the woods. Whoever has Sam probably expects me to take the left road. I'll do the opposite. Halfway down the right road was a large clearing. He drove the Impala into it, killed the engine, walked to the trunk and opened it. He propped up the weapons compartment. His eyes scanned their collection. Normally it was easy to select what to take for a hunt but this wasn't an ordinary hunt. An unknown person or persons had Sam. Someone from their past. But who? Grabbing the duffel, he stuffed it with a little bit of everything except salt rounds along with a canteen. I'm definitely not dealing with ghosts but everything else is fair game. He tested the weight of the duffel, it was still manageable. Closing the compartment and slamming the trunk, he pulled the duffel onto his shoulder and began his trek to the farmhouse.

Sunlight streaked through the evergreen trees as Dean continued. Smooth sailing so far. Maybe they're not expecting me yet or maybe they just want me to think that. Twigs snapped. The hunter crouched down. A rabbit ran past. He breathed a sigh of relief. Peter Cottontail isn't a danger to me. The elder Winchester took a swig of water from the canteen before resuming his journey.

Dean was walking for a while when he noticed a tripwire. His eyes followed the tripwire into the brush. He searching for a rock. Once Dean found one of adequate size, he tossed it. A log covered in spikes sailed through the air. I must be getting close. I'll have to keep my eyes peeled for more traps. He gingerly laid the duffel on the forest floor. Dean rotated and massaged his shoulders before hoisting the duffel onto the opposite shoulder and continuing on. The woods started to thin as he came to a steep hill. His boots sank into the mud as he bound up the hill. The added weight of the caked mud made his boots feel like cement shoes. The top of the hill was in sight. He took another step. The ground gave way. He free fell for awhile before landing with a breath-shaking thud.

Bobby called Alex MacArthur. Alex was one of the few men in law enforcement that was familiar with the supernatural world and that he trusted.

"Agent MacArthur."

"Nice to hear from you, Bobby. What can I do for you?"

" I need a favor."

"Let's just call us even. You saved my family from a wendigo. That's the least I can do."

"I need you to trace a cell number for me." He rattled off Dean's cell number.

"This is going to take a couple of minutes. You mind if I put you on hold."

"No."

Several minutes passed before Alex returned to the phone. "I wasn't able to locate that cell. It must be in a location where there's no service. Sorry."

Bobby sighed. "Thanks for trying, Alex. Take care."

"You too." He depressed the end button.

He drove in the same direction which Dean had gone but there was no sign of him. A tinted car had been tailing him for a while. Maybe Dean was right. Maybe we were being watched.

Bobby made a sharp turn. The mysterious car matched his movements. He drove down a path leading into the woods and steered the pickup into a small clearing. The car went passed but then backed into the clearing. He stepped out of the truck and approached the dark blue Dodge Neon with a shotgun.

"Get out of the car," Bobby yelled.

No movement.

"I'm not kidding around." He fired a warning shot at the ground next to the vehicle.

The driver's window partially opened. A female voice beamed out of the sedan. "I have a skin condition. I can't get out."

"And I'm just suppose to believe that."

She shoved her hand through the opening.

Bobby's eyes widened in surprise as her french vanilla hand blackened.

The driver quickly snatched her hand inside. "Are you happy now?"

"So why are you following me?"

"I think I can help you find, Sam and Dean."

Bobby's brows furrowed. "How do you know them?

"I don't know them personally but we have a mutual friend, Lenore."

The boys had mentioned Lenore, a vampire who drank animal's blood.

"Does that mean you're a vampire, too?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"And why should I trust you?"

"What choice do you have?"

Should I really trust this stranger. She might be responsible for Sam's abduction. I'll play along.

Bobby feigned resignation. "You have a point. Do you have a name? I like to know who I'm working with."

"Shalimar Jones"

"Bobby Singer."

His brows raised. "So how long have you been following the Winchesters?"

"I haven't been following them. I've been following Kate."

"Kate?"

"Her lover, Luther, was killed by John Winchester." Shalimar flashed Bobby an annoyed look. "Are we going to continue to play twenty questions or are we going find the Winchesters?"

"I have more questions but I guess they'll have to wait. Lead the way."

Bobby returned to his truck and they exited the clearing.

Author's note: I decided to introduce a new character. I hope I did okay. This is the first time that I have tried this.