Vivian woke the next morning with a pounding headache and a cotton mouth. Rubbing her eyes and stretching, she realized that she was no longer in the tub and instead laying on a bed. She opened her eyes and saw that not only had she moved, but somehow changed her clothes. "I must'a been more drunk than I thought." She yawned and stretched again before reaching into the bedside table for a much needed aspirin and bottle of water.

Looking over at the other bed, she realized that Sam wasn't there, though she figured he'd just gone for his morning run, but when she looked at the clock it read twelve forty-five PM. "I haven't passed out like that since I was in high school!" Vivian rubbed her face but dove for her hidden pistol when the door swung open.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty!" Dean threw her a grin. "Or should I say, afternoon?" He chuckled and tossed a white paper bag onto the table. The scent of burgers and fries wafted past Vivian's nose.

"There enough in there for everyone?" Vivian stood and stretched, uncaring that her tee lifted almost all of the way up her thighs.

"Sam went to get his rabbit food, so yeah there's enough for the both of us." Dean shrugged out of his coat and tossed it onto the couch. "How'd you sleep?"

"Well enough. Considering I actually passed out."

"Do you pass out often?"

"I haven't passed out since high school…" She turned to Dean after rummaging in her bag for something to wear. "Did I put myself tah bed or did Sam?" She saw Dean stiffen the tiniest bit before he resumed setting their lunch on the table.

"Sam did. He said you were snoring." Dean chuckled and Vivian groaned.

"Great. Well, I'm gonna get dressed, so don't eat my food!" She then disappeared into the bathroom. Dean finished emptying the take-out bag just as Sam walked through the door.

"Hey, is Vivian up?" Sam put his salad on the table before tossing his coat onto the couch to join Dean's.

"Yeah, she's in the bathroom. Said she hadn't passed out drunk since she was in high school."

"Huh. Well, I may have found us another case." He set his food onto the table with the rest and sat down. Opening up his laptop, Sam tossed Dean a file containing newspaper clippings, eye-witness reports, forensic evaluations and autopsy reports. "I believe what we're dealing with is some sort of spirit, but some of the police reports don't match up with that theory."

"So then what are we dealing with?" Dean took a large bite of his burger and groaned. "So, good!"

Sam grimaced at his older brother but turned back to his laptop. "All of the eye-witness reports talk about hearing a screaming sort of wail the night before someone was found deceased the next morning. But get this: every person who has died when this sound was heard is from the same family."

"What kind of family? A family of witches? They're prone to killing each other off."

"No, it's an old Irish family, like, really old. They can trace their roots directly to a single member of one of the five oldest Irish families."

"Alright, you've said old at least four times in two sentences, so I get that they're ancient."

"And here's another tidbit. Before this family came to this town, no one heard any sort of wailing or screaming before someone kicked the bucket. Also, this family was the very first family of immigrants that came to this specific town with more than just the clothes on their back. Remember that this was back in the 1920's."

"So we've got a rich, ancient family of immigrants from Ireland which happens to have a really creepy alarm bell when someone gets their halo?"

Sam was only mildly surprised that his brother had caught on so quickly. He had to admit, he wasn't doing the best job of explaining things. "Yeah, that's pretty much it."

"Hmmm… So are we trying to find what's making the noise or what's killing of the family members? Or do we think the sound is made by whatever is killing them?"

Sam shook his head as if to clear it and turned the file to face him. "It says here that the first five deaths after they arrived were of natural causes. The grandfather died first of pneumonia, his wife followed soon after with a fever. Then three small children were lost to the polio virus." Sam paused to take a sip from his bottle of water. "For each one of these deaths, a close friend or one of the cousins heard the noise. Th-"

"You're dealin' with ah banshee." Vivian's voice startled the both of them and she laughed when they both scrambled to their feet. "You two are too fun tah mess with! Haha!" She walked towards the them and motioned for them to sit down. Taking the second burger from Dean's open take-away box, she bit into it. As soon as she swallowed, she looked at Sam. "Like I said before, you're dealing with ah banshee."

Setting down her burger, Vivian reached for the soda Dean had bought for her. "However, banshees are mostly harmless. The bad ones are violent and rare and most of 'em have already been trapped. However, this one could be either bad or good, depending on who and how the family members died. The bad ones tend to kill those with ah pole between their legs."

Dean looked confused for a moment. "A pole?"

Vivian raised an arched brow and pointed to Dean's crotch. "You have one."

Dean's cheeks flushed slightly. "Oh."

Vivian shook her head and flipped through a few of the autopsy reports. She then finished her burger and downed the rest of her soda. "I'm gonna go see if I can dig up some more stuff at the library." Sam tried to tell her he'd already been there, but she held up a hand. "Trust me," she said, smirking. "You haven't looked everywhere in that library." With that, she swung on her backpack and strode out the door.

"I don't know what she thinks she's going to find, but I suppose it doesn't hurt to let her look." Sam threw away the remains of his lunch and sat back at his laptop. "I'm going to look more into this town; see if anything else weird happened that may be connected."

"Alright, well I'm going to talk to the nearest bartender, see if he's heard anything." With a wink, Dean threw on his jacket and closed the door behind him.

I changed a little bit in this towards the end, because the next chapter didn't fit as nicely as I would have liked with the original chapter. I mostly just changed how the banshee fits into everything, so it was nothing too major. Hopefully it all still makes sense! Thanks for reading! -Veronique