Sam was inside the clubhouse, ignoring a few looks from the guys and girls that were around. Sighing softly he opened his laptop to find anything new, nothing came up. Looking up from the laptop Sam could've sworn he saw jess. Running outside as fast as he could outside. "JESS? JESS" Sam called only to see to it wasn't jess but some blond chick who had a smug look on her face. "looking for someone?" She tried to sound flirty. Ignoring her he walked away as dean walked up to him and hugged him. "Sammy?" Dean asked worriedly "I miss her dean, I miss jess so much" dean nodded he knew that Jessica's death was painful. I mean seriously you try watching your girlfriend get burned on the celling and not go mad. "yea I know Sammy, come on lets get you a drink" the boys walked into the club as a women with black hair came up to them. She looked middle aged but good not most women could hold down looking good at an age like that. "I'm gemma teller" she said sweetly to the boys "dean and that's my brother Sam" he said jerking his thumb to Sam. Who didn't say anything. "sorry Gemma, Sammy here is upset, you see he recently lost his girlfriend" dean gave Sam a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder. "what happened?" "she was killed" Gemma giving a soft look and kissed the boys cheeks she eventually broke the silence. "Sam, I'm so sorry to hear about that. I only hope you get revenge for the guy who did it" Sam and dean both nodded. Hoping none of them would ask how she died. Try explaining to a bunch of bikers about hunting. And I don't mean deer hunting either. I'm talking about full-blown-vamps-witches-demons-angels-ghost-zombies-ghouls-shapeshifters-fairies-skintakers-wendigos-signs type of hunting. The supernatural. I mean they would think we're insane. Sam thought to himself. And maybe we are but who cares at least we save lives. "any luck on finding a case?" Dean asked drawing Sam out of his thoughts. "uh. No, not yet" Sam answered back. Dean nodded "I'm going to work on the impala" with that said dean left to the shop as two people were working on his car. "Hey! Get away from my baby" "whoa, dude. We're just working on it" this guy with blonde hair and blue eyes said. "only I work on my car. I've built this thing over so many times. I know what I'm doing" dean said shooing them away and working on his car. As the two walked inside mumbling to themselves. "what's with that guy?" "I don't know man, I mean we were just going to do our job" Sam overhearing them "dean doesn't trust anyone to work on his car, can't blame him either. We've been through enough shit already" Sam spoke buntly. Ignoring the fact that he probably pissed them off, he didn't care honestly. Him and dean have literally been through hell. Hell they've been in hell. Sam lost his soul. Dean become a demon after he he got stabbed by metatron. I mean he still got the mark of Cain. "Sammy" dean called out looking for him. "over here" Sam waved at dean. As dean took a seat in front of him "any case yet" "no, still looking" sam continued to look on his laptop until he saw something that caught his eye. "middleaged women have been captured, no one knows of their whereabouts" sam read aloud to dean. "you think it might a ghost? Or something" dean asked checking to make sure his demon killing knife was in his pocket. "yeah I do, dean" sam answered. Looking around him. Dean did the same. "So what do we do? Pretend to be FBI?" "no, I have a feeling that these people don't like FBI agents" the bothers nodded to each other and decided to get a hotel. Dean looked over and saw a woman in her fifties talking to clay. Walking up to them he cleared his throat. Noticing it was clay and Gemma. "yes?" The women asked him. "do you know of any places to stay. Me and my brother are on business and we are hoping to stay awhile" dean asked. "you're welcomed to stay here" Gemma said. "dean and over there is my brother Sam" dean pointed out. "he pulled a gun on me" clay spoke notchoantly. "what!" Gemma fired back standing up ready to rip off his head. "whoa there. I startled him" "still. I'm going to rip off his head" Gemma shot at clay. "hey! Noone is going to hurt my little brother. He's just not trusting. Not after what we've been through" dean said calming them down. Hoping that they won't ask what happened or why they have trust issues. Imagine being a hunter and going to someone and saying "hey guess what. I'm a hunter. I kill anything that isn't human. Like zombies. Ghouls. Ghost. Vamps. Werewolves. Fairies. Demons. Angels" yea try telling someone that without them thinking your crazy. Not exactly an easy job for the boys. But hey. They save lives and do a damn good job doing so. They've saved countless lives and are happy with who they are. Sam and dean Winchester. The boys who kill supernatural beings