This was it, the big moment, destiny and all that. Except, Beth didn't believe in destiny, not any more. She abandoned any thought of destiny when her mother disappeared, because if destiny was decided by God how could he take her mother away from her? So, Beth decided that either destiny doesn't exist or God just sucked. Either answer worked for her.
She stood on the door step of, well, she didn't exactly know where she was. It was a round door that appeared to be the entrance to an abandoned building. Beth had dug into the building, and it had been owned by some book keeping club that had disappeared long ago. She doubted she even had the right address. It had been almost impossible to track down the name Winchester, it was more common than you might think, an even more impossible to track down these particular Winchesters. She had only a possible age and the knowledge that her father's mother had passed away.
Eventually she found a record of two boys and their father by the name of Sam, Dean and John. Apparently there had been a house fire in the nursery, and their mother hadn't made it. Then, they practically disappeared for years. Until they popped up on the FBI's most wanted list, which was not a good sign. The only hope she had of them not being total psychos was the witness statements from their alleged crimes. They had said that the Winchester boys had saved them, but other than that they didn't make a lot of sense.
Beth managed to track down a man named Garth, and when she told him that she was a relative of the Winchesters he had hung up on her. So, Beth called again, and again, and again. Eventually Garth agreed to meet her at a coffee shop, where, after two cups of suspiciously metallic tasting coffee, he agreed to give her their address.
Now, Beth wasn't so sure and was starting to believe the stick thin guy had given her a fake address. But, she decided to knock anyway. When she pounded on the door a metallic sound rang out, but there was still no answer. So she tried again, but there was still no answer. After waiting for five minutes Beth decided she'd been punked and turned to walk away, starting to plan what to do next.
Then, she heard a creaking noise and a deep and rough voice say, "Listen, whatever you're selling we ain't buying, and how did you get this address anyway?"
Unfortunately the girl recognized the voice, and when she turned around her suspicions were confirmed. It was the guy she had called a perv earlier. She had felt bad about that once she realized he had actually been giving her some money, not just trying to feel her up. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she said, "Son of a bitch," at the exact same time her father did.