"Hey guys, I'm starving. I'm gonna grab some food from that diner down the street. Any takers?" Dean asked as he grabbed his jacket and put it on. Callie nodded, putting her phone in her pocket and her iPod in her back one. "I'm game. I haven't had good ole greasy food in a while,"she replied, walking over to Dean from her spot on the bed.

"Want anything,Sammy?"Callie asked. Sam shook his head, his phone attached to his ear."No,"Callie and Dean both nodded, now walking outside and into fresh air. As much as she loved John, that place was a pig sty. At least fresh air was better than the atmosphere in there, especially with all of the depressing photos of the mutilated bodies and other supernatural stuff plastered on the walls.

But as soon as they got far enough out, the duo quickly spotted two police officers questioning the old man from the front desk."Shit,"Callie muttered. Dean nodded and began to call Sam."Dude, five 'o, take off." "What about you and Callie?"She heard Sam ask from the other line."Ah, they kind of spotted us. Go find Dad."Dean then hung up, shoving his phone into his pocket.

They turned and were now facing two officers, who looked pissed off."Is there a problem, officers?"Callie asked, trying to use her 'southern charm' on them. They clearly weren't buying."Where's your other partner?"The black cop asked, crossing his arms. "Partner? What partner?"Dean asked. The black cop turned to face his colleague, who gave him a small nod.

The black cop gabbed his thumb to where John's hotel room is and turned back to Dean and Callie. The other cop walked away."So,fake US marshals? Fake credit cards? You got anything that's real?"Asked the cop."Her boobs,"Dean said, all seriousness in his voice. It took all Callie had not to laugh and to keep her poker face going. For now she just bit her lower lip and turned her head away.

The other policeman walked back, shaking his head. "Turn around,"said the other cop."I don't do that on the first date,"Callie said, smiling. Dean stifled a laugh. Neither of the policemen even grimaced at her obvious joke.

-

"Do you wanna give us your real name, Sweetheart?" Asked the old, wrinkled cop with donut crumbs on his shirt. Callie nodded."It's Idaho Man. Now don't go makin' fun on my name, please. I had to deal with that all through school," Callie said, trying to suppress a smile. The old cop sighed as he held up a few papers.

"You and your partner have the faces of ten missing persons taped to your wall along with a whole lot of satanic ritualistic things."Callie rolled her eyes. Oh, if only they knew..."You and him are officially suspects."

"Yes, and this all adds up. You know how old I am? I'm 22. And the first one went missing in '82, I wasn't even born yet."Callie said, not even looking up at him as she messes with a strand of her hair. "We know you got partners, and one of them is an older guy. He probably started the whole thing."Callie rolled her eyes. Again. She really, really hates cops. She knows that they're just doing their job, but they don't know that people like her clean up the messes from what's really going on.

"So,"he said, dropping the papers down onto the table."From what I can gather from all of this, you're real name is Callie."He waited for her response. She just looked up at him with no emotion. Any trigger, and he'd see through the whole façade. He nodded lightly and looked back down at the papers. "Want to look?" He asked. Callie shrugged."I don't see why not,"

The papers were copied from John's journal. She knows, because she's had the fortune to actually sneak a few peaks in there when he wasn't looking. It was wrong of her, yes, but she was curious by nature. She gave the papers back, and she hoped that he didn't see her hand shaking. She just got back into the hunting business, and all of those pictures and sayings brought back memories.

"And I'm guessing that your partner is Dean, because your other partner left this," he flipped a few pages and went to a page with only a few things on it.

Dean 35-111

Military code. Oh, Johnny Boy, Callie thought. You and your military ways."Dean's an abbreviation. For what, I don't know. But it's all in caps. And as for the numbers? It's my old high school locker combination." The older cop sighed."I'm too old for this..." he muttered to himself. He then sighed, his brown eyes looking tired."We can't go anywhere until you tell me what this is."

"It's a sheet of paper, sir."She said sarcastically. Suddenly, another cop barged in."We just got a 911; someone heard shots over at Whiteford road."The old cop stood up and took out his handcuffs. He then chained her to the table, then left her there. Alone. In the dark room.

Sighing, she quickly looked around for something to pick at the lock with. She then remembered that she had a pin in her hair. Taking the pin on resulted in her bangs falling in her face, which made her look more casual than she wanted to. She started to pick at the lock and break free as Dean unlocked the door.

"Ready?"He asked, his regular smile overwhelming his face. Callie stood up, grabbing all of the copies of John's journal in her hands. She didn't want them to have it. Just more evidence on top of evidence. She quickly shoved it into the hem on her jeans, because her pockets were full.

Her and Dean quickly maneuvered through the police station until they got to the roof."Just like old times," Dean said, helping her onto the landing. Callie scoffed. "Bitch please, I was usually the flexible one; you were usually on the ground. I guess it's just a perk of being a girl," she said, making Dean chuckle.

"Kinky," he said. Callie swatted him on the arm."What's with boys thinking that everything a girl says is sexual?"She asks, climbing up higher and over to the stairs. Dean, who's watching her backside as she does so, shrugs. He then quickly follows her and they both climb down, but Dean supported a gun.

"I want the gun,"Callie whined. Dean rolled his eyes and walked over to a phone booth. While Dean made a call, Callie swiped the gun from him, even though it was in the back of his jeans, resting against the small of his back. She smiled triumphantly as she put the gun where it had been on him, and waited for Dean to get a move on. She loved being able to take things and not let anybody else know.

"What are you smiling at?"Dean asked, looking down at her."Nothing,"she sighed."What's the matter with Sam?"She asked. Dean grabbed her by the wrist and ran out of the phone booth.

-

Callie and Dean soon arrived at an old deserted house. Callie quickly spotted the Impala, but she didn't see Sam. On the other hand, she saw the Woman in White, who had her arm perched out. She took the gun out and quickly shot it, making Dean turn to look at her.

"Where'd you get a gun?"He asked. She shrugged. Callie couldn't look away from her target. She kept squeezing the trigger in hopes that the Woman in White would disappear, and then they could go help Sam. And as soon as the Woman in White disappeared, Sam sat up, then changed the gears from park to drive, and drove into the old house.

"Sam!"Callie yelled, both her and Dean running to go get him. Why the hell did he do that? "Sam?"Dean called out."Here," Sam said weakly, and probably because thousands of dust particles had found their way into his lungs. Stupid dusty house."I think,"he muttered."Can you move?"Dean asked as he tried to scramble into the Impala to help Sam out.

But something was fishy... the bullets in the gun didn't have salt in them... yet the Woman in White hadn't shown up yet. Callie's senses went wild as she tried to focus on everything but the scene in front of her. She looked around, trying to put everything together. She couldn't go home because of the kids. A white piece of fabric brought Callie back to the big picture and away from the details. The Woman in White had picked up a picture of herself and her children, now looking extremely sad.

"There you go,"Dean huffed as he got Sam out of the car. Callie stayed back in the shadows, waiting for a good time to attack. The Woman in White looked up from the picture and glared at Sam and Dean. She tosses it to the ground, not taking her eyes off of the Winchester brothers. She moves quickly but sketchily as the white dresser behind her suddenly jolted forward and hit the brothers, then pinned them to the Impala.

Callie had to act fast. She tried shooting the gun again, but all six bullets were out. Damn. She tossed it to the ground as the Woman in White walked forward, but soon stopped. The electricity turned on with the lights flickering. Water started to seep down from the level above her, and Callie saw why.

Constance's children were standing at the top of the staircase, side by side like those creepy twins from The Shining. Once the Woman in White was at the bottom of he staircase, Callie rushed over to the brothers and started to pry off the dresser.

"You've come home to us, Mommy."The children said eerily, making Callie shiver. She was cold, and not just from all of these ghosts being around. The look on the Woman in White's face was pure horror as her kids were quickly by her side, tackling her in a hug. "No!" Constance yelled as demonic looking creatures began to drag her to Hell. Callie watched as the blue and black portal closed. Dean and Sam threw the dresser off of them and the three walked over to the spot where Constance was dragged to Hell.

There was no evidence left but a puddle of murky water."So this is where she drowned her kids," Dean said, obviously."That's why she could never go home."Sam said, breathing heavily."She was too scared to face them,"Callie nodded, but was too tired to say anything snarky or sarcastic at the moment. "We found her weak spot,"Dean said."Nice work Sammy."Dean patted Sam on his shoulder, then turned to Callie.

"You- no more stealing from me."Callie rolled her eyes. "But I saved Sam's ass doing so,"she replied. Dean shrugged, then slapped her butt."Good job tonight, Callie Bee."She glared at him and rubbed her butt, since he had smacked it hard."Ha ha ha."Sam said, starting another conversation."I'd say the same for you,Callie."Callie turned to Sam.

"What were you doing shooting Casper in the face, you freak."Callie's mouth went agape."Hey, I saved your ass doing so, Samuel Winchester!" Dean threw his arm around Callie's shoulders and nodded. "Damn straight. And if you screwed up my car I'll kill you." Sam chuckled. Callie took Dean's arm off of her shoulder and walked over to the Impala.

"I call shotgun,"she yelled merrily, opening up the passenger's side door and jumping in. Dean and Sam both rolled their eyes as she did so.