Sorry that this chapter is short, but whatever. Thanks to my first reviewer, Switchblade-heart. You're awesome! Don't own Supernatural, only own George and her family yada yada.

Chapter 5: Memories

After some research (which was mainly Sam looking up archives and Dean and George bullshitting. How they managed to hunt without him is another fascinating case) they managed to find the little (Well, used-to-be-little) boy named William Shaw. After even more research and bullshitting, they finally managed to locate Mr. Shaw. When they finally got to his house, he told them the story of the attack while he lead them inside his house, with a cigarette in his mouth, "Look, ranger, I don't know why you're asking me about this. It's public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-"

Sam interrupted, "Grizzly? That's what attacked them?"

Shaw took a puff of his cigarette, took it out, and nodded. "The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks too?" Dean asked.

There was a pause, "What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?" George raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

Another pause. "We knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it," Dean told him.

"I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don't see what difference it would make," Shaw sat down, "You wouldn't believe me. Nobody ever did."

Sam sat down across from Shaw, "Mr. Shaw, what did you see?" he asked with empathy. Sam was always good with the whole 'Empathy' thing.

Shaw paused as the horror that was his parents death flashed before his eyes, "Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar. Like...no man or animal I ever heard."

"It came at night?" Shaw nodded sadly, "Got inside your tent?"

"It got inside our cabin," Shaw replied, "I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn't smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it. Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn't even wake up till I heard my parents screaming."

George spaced out.

Sixteen Years Ago

'Daddy!' A six-year-old Georgia Waters wearing a Snow White nightgown with her hair a mess, squealed as her daddy walked through the door of the motel room they were staying at.

'Hey Princess!' Scott smiled as he picked his daughter up. 'Shouldn't you be in bed?' he mock-scolded. Scott had been on a rather nasty demon hunt with John Winchester, his hunting partner. Six years and they still weren't close to finding out what killed their wives. The only thing he had to live for was his daughter, his princess, Georgia.

'I'm not' she yawned, 'tired'.

'Where's Dean?'

''e left when he saw your car.' She yawned, 'e's next door with Sammy.'

'I think it's time for you to go to bed,' he carried his daughter to the twin-sized bed she slept in. As he put her down and tucked her in, Georgia requested,

'Daddy, can you read me a sory?'

'Story?' Scott asked, smiling.

''Es Daddy, sory.'

'Okay Georgia,' he went to the suitcase that held Georgia's bedtime stories, 'Which one?'

''Ancy!' Georgia squealed.

'Nancy Drew?'

''Es Daddy, Ancy! Ancy! Ancy!' She bounced up and down on her bed for each 'Ancy!'. She loved it when her Daddy read her bedtimes stories about Nancy Drew, teen detective. She was a brave hero and Georgia wanted to be a hero and save the world!

'Okay Georgia, but only one chapter. You have to be up for school tomorrow.'

Georgia stuck out her lower lip and crossed her arms, 'Fine.'

A little while into the chapter Georgia interrupted, 'Daddy?'

'Yes Princess?' Scott looked down.

'When I grow up, I wanna be jus like 'Ancy!'

'A detective?'

''Es! A ecti-deciv-' Georgia stumbled over the words.

'Well when you're older, you can be whatever you want to be,' he smiled.

'Daddy?'

'Yes?'

Georgia looked up at him with those big green eyes that always reminded him of Lillian, 'Why do we always move around with Sammy and 'ean and their Daddy?'

Scott frowned, he never wanted this question to come up, 'Work sweetheart.'

''kay,' Georgia's brow furrowed, 'Why don't I have a mommy?'

Now

George was taken out of the memory by Sam speaking, "It killed them?"

Shaw replied ,"Dragged them off into the night," Shaw shook his head sadly, "Why it left me alive...been asking myself that ever since," Shaw paused, his hand went to his collar, "Did leave me this, though," Shaw opened his collar to reveal three long scars, obviously claw marks. The trio of hunters looked at them, trying to figure out what could've done it, "here's something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon."

As they walked out of the house, Sam pulled George aside as Dean walked to the Impala, "What was that about?" he looked at her with concern.

"What are you talking about?" George scoffed. Sam knew something was up. She would always scoff when she was denying something and lying about it.

"That whole," Sam paused, "Spacing out thing,"

'Sam, do I have to spell it out for you? I-SPACE-D-O-N-APOSTROPHE-T-SPACE-K-N-O-W-SPACE-W-H-A-T-SPACE-Y-O-U-APOSTROPHE-R-E-SPACE-T-A-L-K-I-N-G-SPACE-A-B-O-U-T." Spelling. Next symptom of I-deny-things-even-though-something-bad-happened.

Sam laughed, "You do realize that the more you deny it, the more I'm going to believe that you're lying right?" Making his adorable bitchface- wait, adorable?

"Well you do realize the more you press, the more I'm gonna deny it right?"

He chuckled, "Idiot."

"Dick," George replied, looking down and biting her bottom lip

"Well, if anything happened you let me know."

George looked up at him (Why is he so friggin tall?), and frowned"No," she denied, "You already have enough to deal with," hoping he would know what she was talking about, "Come on, Dean's gonna have a fit if we keep him waiting," quickly changing the subject. Sam rolled his eyes and followed as she ran to the Impala.

When they got to the Impala, Dean asked as George climbed into the backseat, "What's the matter? Lover's spat?"

"I-" George blushed. Stop blushing you idiot. Good thing they can't see you in the back, "Shut up!" Dean just laughed as he started the engine. George retaliated by throwing some old candy wrappers that had been there for who-knows-how-long at the back of his head, "I've got a whole arsenal of poptart and candy wrappers back here," she warned, "You do not want to provoke me," causing Sam to laugh and Dean to growl.

When they finally got to the inn, they walked through the corridor, that their room was in.

"Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls," Dean pointed out.

"Yeah, but I think demons prefer to teleport."

"So it's probably something else, something corporeal."

"Corporeal? Excuse me, professor," Dean mocked.

Come on Dean," George elbowed him, "He was a college boy. In order to survive you gotta know big words."

"Shut up. So what do you think?"

"The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog. Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it."

"That's always a good thing," George said. They walked towards the exit of the inn and walked out to the parking lot, where the Impala was parked. Dean opened the trunk of the Impala, then the weapons box, and propped it open with a shotgun. He put some guns in a duffel bag. Sam and George leaned in.

"We cannot let that Haley girl go out there."

"Oh yeah, we're just gonna tell her that an evil monster most likely killed her brother and his friends and if she goes to look for it she's next?" George sighed.

"Yeah."

Dean looked at Sam, "Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend," Dean picked up the duffel.

"Finding Dad's not enough?" Sam slammed the weapons box shut, then the trunk, "Now we gotta babysit too?" Dean stared at Sam, "What?"

"Nothing," he threw the duffel bag at Sam and walked off. Sam stared after him. Sam mouthed 'What' to George while she just shrugged.

What did you think? Like it? Hate it? I accept CC so R+R. I'm trying to get some more Little!Georgia. Back when she still had hope in her eyes *stares off into the distance* Anyway, we're starting to some strange feeling in the pit of George's stomach (Not cramps). She's starting to get an ickle crush on Sam. YAAAAY. Oh, if only she could stay this innocent.