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Lorraine and Joanne stood on either side of the bench in the kitchen drinking coffee, rays of light from the early morning sun, cut through the curtain, Joanne had finally been offered a job in the next town over, as an art teacher, and it was her first day of work,

"So you nervous," Lorraine asked, Mary was still asleep in her room, the trusty intercom sat on the bench between the two women,

"Nah, 40 hormonal teenagers, should be a breeze," she replied sarcastically, Lorraine laughed, as she leant against the bench, sipping her coffee

"At least you don't have to dress up as a pop diva and sing songs you don't even like," Lorraine replied, she frowned at the memory of last night when someone had requested, a Brittney Spears song, Lorraine swore she must have been evil, and amused the idea that she was why Dean and Sam had been in the pub in the first place, she also wondered if they were still in town, Joanne looked at her watch,

"well, we can't all have the perfect job," Joanne joked, Lorraine smiled in response, still thinking about the events of last night "Oh shit," Joanne exclaimed as she drowned down the last of her drink, "don't want to be late for my first day" she said excitedly as she grabbed her bag off the table and ran out the door

"Good luck, hope you don't get shoved in a locker" Lorraine called after her

"very funny," she called back as the front door slammed shut, Lorraine winced slightly at the noise and stared at the intercom, waiting to hear Mary, satisfied that she hadn't woken, she contemplated going back to sleep herself, with Mary teething, neither of them got much sleep last night, so the late night run to get milk ended up being pointless anyway, she decided to wash the coffee cups first, her thoughts once more echoed last night, her heart raced excitedly again like it had when she had seen Dean at the stage, and then at the fuel station when she had seen the black impala, she was so exhausted last night she didn't give the car a second thought, there had been many times that she had seen a similar vehicle and she would stop and watch it drive by trying in vain to catch a glimpse of the driver, then feeling disappointed when she could see that it was neither one of the Winchester brothers, but now she wondered if the car she had seen did belong to them, she knew for a fact that they were, or had been in the area, Lorraine frowned as a feeling of terror washed though her at the thought that they had been in the fuel station at the same time as her, Lorraine jumped when there was an impatient knock on the door, her first thought was of Dean maybe he had recognized her from the pub, maybe he had followed her home from the fuel station, a million scenario's ran though her head as, even though cutting though the lounge room would have been quicker, she walked down the hallway towards the door, taking her time, as she excepted there was trouble on the other side of the door, she opened it slowly, the visitor stood pouting, with their hands on their hips, one foot tapping on the welcome mat.

"just what do you think you were doing with your hands all over my man last night," Lorraine let out a sigh of relief and smiled, then wrapped her arms around Matthew, when she pulled away he looked down at her, a serious expression on his face, "no seriously, Nate told me about last night, you ok,"

"Come on in," she laughed standing back and letting him into the house, then followed him into the lounge room, "what I would like to know, is what you are doing here so early," they sat down on the lounge,

"Trust me, if Nate hadn't of been so persuasive I would have been around last night," he smiled cheekily, Lorraine smiled back, Just after Lorraine had had Mary, Matthew had moved to Iowa, he got a Job as a mobile Computer technician, He had met Nate when he was called out to do a job, they called it love at first 'bite' and have been happily living together ever since, even though they where complete opposites, Nate was scrawny and scruffy, whereas Matthew was well built and neat, Lorraine was happy for them, although a little jealous, Matt leaned towards her and picked up her hand, his voice soft, "how are you?" he asked

"I'm fine," Lorraine smiled; she then leaned towards him, "how are you?"

"Lorraine I'm being serious, you've been my best friend for years, I can tell when you're not fine," there was something in his voice, beside frustration, "you don't have to be strong all the time," Lorraine rolled her eyes, and tried to smile, but instead the tears streamed down her face, Matthew wrapped her in a bear hug, his thick arms engulfing her and she bawled into his shoulder,

"I miss him so much," she sobbed, her body shook as she let 12 months of hurt and pining out, Matthew kept his grip tight, after a few minutes she pulled away, wiping her eyes she smiled

"Oh, god, I think I needed that," She chuckled nervously, there was a large wet patch on his shoulder,

"Lorraine you can't keep bottling it up, it's not good for you, or Mary," He said looking around the room, "where is Mary?"

"Asleep," Lorraine sniffed, still trying to get her composure back again,

"And you need to stop avoiding him," he added

"Don't you start too," Lorraine snapped

"Whoa, from zero to bitch, in five seconds," he said mockingly looking at his wrist, that didn't actually hold a watch

"Sorry, but I need to work things out on my own, and I have to think about what's best for Mary,"

"And what about, what's best for you," Mathew asked, one eyebrow raised questionably,

"That's not important," Lorraine replied sternly

"Always the strong one," Mathew smiled, Mary's babbling floated into the room from the intercom that still sat in the kitchen "you put the kettle on, and I'll get her," Matthew stood up and walked out of the room, Lorraine looked at the phone that sat on the coffee table, she reached for it, then pulled her hand back as if it had tried to bite her, she let out a sigh, then picked it up, took a deep breath and dialed the number she had learnt by heart, it answered on the second ring, one of the good things about Joanne keeping in touch with Sam, was that Sam seemed to think it was important to keep Lorraine up to date with Dean's frequent change in phone numbers.

"Hello," said the familiar voice.

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"Hello," Dean repeated annoyingly into the phone, he pulled it away from his ear and looked at the call ID 'private' he flipped the phone shut and put it back in the pocket of his janitors uniform, as he followed his brother down the hallway that was fast filling with students, "well that was weird," he hadn't told Sam about seeing Lorraine last night, he was annoyed that by the time he had got outside she was gone, again, then he thought that, maybe, it wasn't even her, maybe the lateness and hearing her voice for the first time in nearly two years was playing games with his mind,

"Who was it," Sam asked looking around the hallway, while trying to avoid bumping into the students hurrying to their first class

"Came up private," Dean replied

"You think that was weird," Sam commented when he spotted Joanne rushing towards them, "Jo?"

Joanne stopped short at the sound of her name and looked up from the map in her hand, her face filled with disorientation until Sam's face registered in her brain, "oh my god, Sam," she squealed, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "what are you doing here," she asked

"Ah, just trying to get some more money for the road trip," he smiled, indicating to the uniform still unaware that Joanne knew their secret, "what about you"

"First day," she held up the roughly drawn map she had gotten from the receptionist, "If I can find my way" she laughed then spotted Dean, "so, is it your thirst for knowledge, or do you have a fetish for school uniforms," it took awhile for Dean to remember that they had first met at her collage

"So you're long way from Nevada," Dean replied,

"Yeah, I moved in with Lorraine after she-"Joanne was thankful that the school bell rung cutting her off she was so excited about seeing Sam again she nearly let it slip,

"After she what," Dean asked hoping that he didn't sound as anxious as he felt, his first thought was that maybe she had been hurt,

"Anyway, better go, we should definitely catch up, call me or not whatever, ok bye" she rambled as she rushed off the way she had just came, she stopped then turned around, smiling awkwardly at the boys, "I'm meant to be going this way," she said as she raced back past them

"Your right that was weird," Dean said, his brows knotted in mystification, he scanned the hallway half expecting Lorraine to materialize

"What do you think she was going to say," Sam's expression matched his brothers,

"Come on, Sammy, we got work to do," he replied and took off, Sam scoffed shaking his head slightly, he couldn't believe his brother sometimes.

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"So this is where the bodies were found, hey" Dean asked Sam, both walking down the aisle of chairs in the auditorium, using their EMF readers to scan the area,

"Apparently," Sam answered, "Do you think they live around here?"

"They went to school here so I'm guessing the chances are good,"

"I meant Jo, and Lorraine," Sam said, "Maybe, we should, uh, visit,"

"Maybe we shouldn't" Dean replied

"I don't know, I wouldn't mind catching up with her, finding out what the end of that sentence would have been"

"Go ahead, Sammy be my guest, but don't expect me to," Dean answered stubbornly "she probably doesn't want to hear from us either,"

"Why would you say that?"

"If she did, don't you think she would have done so, by now, and like you said, she must of left for a reason,"

"And you think it's because she doesn't want anything to with us?" Sam asked incredulously, he knew he was starting to push his brother's buttons, he also had to admit that, that was half the fun, he could see now that his brother was on the verge of getting angry with him, but Sam just was sick of his mood swings and wanted him to admit that he missed Lorraine more than he let on, he was also getting sick of being kicked out of the hotel room, every time Dean hooked up with someone, surprisingly enough the majority of woman Dean did pick up, just happened to be red-heads,

"I can't think of any other reason, can you" it wasn't meant to be a question, as he tried to calm himself before he lashed out, like he did nearly every other time this subject came up

"Dean," Sam stopped and faced his brother, "she spent four months with us, and in that time, she was attacked by a vampire, twice, kidnapped, had the life sucked out of her and died and -"

"Alright, I get it, Sam," Dean snapped, "and that's exactly my point, and, all the more reason why we should just stay away from her,"

"What are you doing in here," a stern voice called out to them, they both looked towards the entrance, a robust man stood wearing a uniform similar to theirs, his hair now tied back in a ponytail, they recognized him as the drummer from the pub, Sam slipped the EMF reader back into his pocket and out of view

"We're the new guys," Dean replied,

"Where's your damn cleaning gear," Graham replied,

"Uh," Dean tried to think of something; he scratched the back of his head "you know, I knew we forget something," he laughed anxiously

"Your damn reporters aren't you," he boomed "here about those damn bodies," Dean had a felling they weren't going to get too far with this man so he tried a different approach,

"You're the drummer from the pub, ain't ya, man," Graham nodded, "you know how to beat a good tune,"

"Thanks, mate," Graham smiled back proudly, Dean was glad that he had got him on side, and then wondered if he could get "Madonna's' phone number

"Are you the one who found the bodies," Sam asked,

"So you are damn reporters then," Grahame replied, with a cheeky smile "no some girl did,"

"Do you know where she is?" Sam stepped towards the man

"They took her over to Cedaloo hospital,"

"Why, was she hurt," Dean asked, stepping up beside his brother

"Nah, Cedaloo is a Loony bin, Damn girl was babbling about damn demons," The boys exchanged wry smiles,

"Hey, you think you could hook me up with Madonna," Dean asked, flashing him another mischievous grin, Graham frowned at him till he realized what he meant

"Sorry boys," he grinned, "that's one girl you won't have any luck with," Sam shot Dean a frown of puzzlement "now go on, get outta here," Graham said flicking his head towards the exit

"Thanks," Sam said as they made their way back up the stairs

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Lorraine wondered aimlessly though the supermarket, she had forgotten why she had come in the first place, but knew that she could never have too much milk, so on a safe bet she grabbed some from the fridge and added it to the trolley, Mary babbled delightfully at the other customers that passed by them, a lot of them stopping briefly to smile at the toddler,

"Great show last night, love," the noise brought Lorraine out of her trance,

"Oh, thanks patty," Lorraine smiled back at the plump woman,

"and I'm telling you the way you sang that 'almost paradise', I swear I had tingles," Lorraine smiled politely, Patty talked fast and she talked loud and once she had her rhythm, it was near on impossible to stop her, she had also somehow managed to master the art of being able to talk for large amounts of time without taking a breath, , she was a sweet woman who meant well though, on numerous occasions she had watched Mary for a few hours allowing Lorraine to get some shopping done in peace, or catch up on sleep "and did you see that guy walk up to the stage, talk about gorgeous, and totally checking you out, not that I can blame me huh," the plump woman cackled, her signature laugh, it was what warned you to turn around and head back the way you came, if you ever heard it, "if you want I can find out who he is," anything worth knowing, you can guarantee Patty knew it but Lorraine didn't need her too, she already knew who it was, "it's about time, you found yourself a man, young girl like you, living all alone," she didn't need that either, Lorraine sighed inwardly and started pushing the trolley down the aisle again, knowing that she wasn't about to get rid of the elderly town gossiper, she may as well get her shopping done while she was at it, "especially with these murders happening,"

"Wait, what murders," Lorraine asked, not knowing whether to be dismayed or amused that even the news of a murder couldn't slow down Patty,

"over at the school, five young blokes, good looking too," Lorraine wasn't even sure that Patty heard her, "it's all in the paper," Patty handed the copy that was under her arm, Lorraine skimmed the story, "you keep that one, I have a friend at the police department, if you know what I mean," Patty added quietly, then chuckled again as she nudged Lorraine with her elbow, and Lorraine was surprised that Patty knew how to reach such a low decibel,

"Thanks Patty, but I better get going, Mary's due for a nap,"

"ok, yes, of course, love, see you on the weekend, get ready to 'Cut loose, footloose'," Patty sang, then cackled once more as she shook her wide hips, then practically spinning around took off in search of her next target "Margret love, Did you hear about those boys, just awful, ain't it" Lorraine smiled as she heard Patty find her next unsuspecting victim as she headed towards the checkouts.

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"Will you let up about Madonna," Sam said on the way to the hospital,

"Sorry, Sammy there's something about her," he replied a mischievous grin etched on his face, the further he got from finding out who this girl was the more it frustrated him

"And what about Lorraine," Sam replied, Dean frowned slightly

"I thought we were though talking about this," Dean snapped back, he just wished that Sam would let up about Lorraine, it was hard enough trying to get over her, when his brother couldn't seem to "you find anything about this other damn girl,"

"Ok," Sam said beneath his breath, "uh, her name's Louise Harris, says she found the five boys dismembered" Dean winced in pain at the thought "and she's the polices main suspect, no mention of demons,"

"Obviously," Dean said,

"Yeah," Sam replied, "although they think another guy may be involved,"

"Fair enough, although she'll probably gonna be in a guarded room," Dean stated

"Could make things difficult," Sam smirked, "but since when has that stopped us" they both laughed as they pulled in to the hospital car park.

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"that must be it," Sam pointed to the police officer sitting outside one of the rooms reading a newspaper, they walked over badges ready "we're from the Las Moines police department, we're her to question the suspect," the officer yawned then waved them into the room, he didn't even bother looking up from his newspaper, the boys exchanged looks then entered the room,

"Well that was easy." Dean said, they saw the girl lying on the bed, hands and feet strapped down,

"Hi, Louise," Sam approached her, his voice low "we're from Las Moines police department you mind if I ask you some questions,"

"I have already told the other cops what happened they didn't believe me, why should you," she replied her voice flat, and her eyes red from obviously crying

"You'll be surprised by what we believe," she looked at Dean as if she had only just noticed he was in the room,

"Why don't you start from the beginning," Sam said he was standing next to her now, Louise took a deep breath

"I dated one of the guys, Michael, we ended up sleeping together, the next day he started spreading rumors about me, his friends started calling me names whenever I walked by, it was so humiliating," she talked slowly, the boys could tell she had been sedated, "so, I was crying in the toilets, when this girl came in, I had never seen her before, she told me she was a-" Louise paused, her eyes darting around the room as if she was expecting see someone, or something else, Dean rolled his eyes impatiently, and Sam glared at him, Louise continued either not noticing Dean or ignoring him, "she was a vengeance demon, I thought she was joking so I joked that they should all have there…you know," Dean winced again, and craned his neck in discomfort, Louise started to sob again, "and then I found them," the boys looked at her with pity, "what have I done," she sobbed louder, "what have I done," she repeated screaming the four words over and over each time managing to get a little louder, her body moved as if she was having a fit and the boys jumped back alarmed, two nurses ran past them, one carrying a syringe as the other one, fought to keep Louise from injuring herself, she stuck the needle in Louise's arm, then looked at the boys

"We're done here," the boys nodded as if they had just scolded, bowed their heads and walked out of the room, the police officer was still reading the paper.

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