Takes place shortly before episode fifteen of season one. I own Tala Galtero and my friend owns Jennah Bailey. Original Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke. This is only the beginning of a series. "Because It's Not Me" is only the first story, there will probably be over four others, in a series.

Get Your Facts Straight

Ch. 2 Part 2

We were able to get on the road in less then an hour after midnight but getting to our destination was another question. It was a rough seventeen hours, with lots of stops along the way, before we even reached the general area of Sioux Fall. I pulled over to the side of the road outside the city limits.

"What're you doin?" Jennah asked groggily from the passenger seat.

"We don't have money to stay in a hotel and I'm beat. I need a few hours of sleep." I leaned the seat back, got comfy, and closed my eyes.

"You could let me drive..?" I could practically see the smile on Jen's face.

"Not a chance in hell." I smirked.

I heard her grumble something under her breath but I paid her no attention. A couple of hours later, around seven, I woke up feeling more exhausted then I had earlier. Jennah was passed out soundlessly. I turned my neck slightly to the right, making it pop once very loudly and then stretched as best as I could in the space I had. I looked up at the sky and saw that there weren't many more hours of daylight left. Pulling out my phone, I called Bobby's number again.

"Hello?" he said in a gruff voice.

"Hey, it's Tala. We're outside Sioux Falls."

He gave me simple directions that got me outside an old salvage yard. There were old junk cars stacked on top of each other for what looked like miles. I carefully made my through the clutter and parked outside a faded blue house. I shook Jennah awake.

She rubbed her eyes a minute before looking around uncertainly. "Wow.."

"Yeah." was all I said as I climbed out of my pickup.

A rottweiler sat near the front door, tethered to a chain. He sat there and stared at us without making the slightest noise. We walked up to the door and I knocked a couple of times. There was no answer.

"Is he expecting us?" Jennah mumbled offering her hand to the dog who just continued to sit there.

"Of course he is! I freakin called him." Little to no sleep was starting to take its affect on me. I knocked again but this time louder.

An older man answered the door and looked at us suspiciously. I could tell over the phone that he was going to be an older man but he looked younger then I imagined.

"Bobby. I'm Tala and this is my partner, Jennah." I didn't know exactly what else to say.

His mouth dropped open in surprise. "Dear God, you're just kids!" he exclaimed with a generally shocked expression.

I cocked an eyebrow and pointed to myself and Jen. "Last time I checked, we were of legal drinking age."

"Exactly how old are you two?"

"I'm twenty-three." I tried looking passed him into the house but he roughly stepped into my view.

"And I'm twenty-two." Jennah pipped in.

He grumbled something about us still being kids and then gestured for us to come in. We walked passed him into the house and waited as he locked the door behind us. Jennah gave me a questioning look. I just shrugged my shoulders in response. Bobby led us into what looked like a study, where books and empty bottles of beer were everywhere.

"So. What do you want to know." he took a seat in the chair behind the desk.

Jennah took a seat on a couch but I continued to stand and view the books around the room. I had always loved reading.

"Everything." I mumbled, looking closely at one.

"Well, where to start." Bobby rolled his eyes and then took a book out.

He read us the important stuff and then had us study it for a couple of hours before quizzing us on it.

"What do changelings do?"

"They disguise themselves as children or adults and feed on their joint fluids." I laid on the floor with my arms laid across my eyes, trying to think.

"And what are their weaknesses?" he leaned back in his chair with the book in his hands.

"Killing the mother will cause its children to die instantly and..." Jennah tried to answer.

We sat in silence not sure what the answer was. Bobby sighed heavily and dropped the chair back onto all fours.

"Fire." he said slightly annoyed. "Fire. We've been over this three times already."

"Bobby give us a break." Jen whined.

"Yeah, we've been on the road for the past week and a half." I rolled over so that I lay face down on the floor.

"Big babies." he mumbled as he went into the kitchen and pulled a bear out.

"Can we get one of those?" I asked when I heard the clinging of the bottles.

"No, you guys need to focus." the phone rang just then. "Hold on."

I moved my head to the side to watch him. He walked over to a wall that had multiple phones, each marked with a different name. He picked one up.

"FBI, Mike Kayser speaking." he listed a second. "Of course their ours and yes I sent them out there. Next time why don't you just listen to them and let them get on with their jobs."

He hung up the phone and then came back into the room with us.

"Wow, you're just as bad as Dean and Sam." I shifted to sitting position.

"What? You mean to tell me you've never had to lie to get a job done?" Bobby grumbled.

"Well yeah we've lied. But we've never had to lie about being FBI." Jennah pulled the blanket that Bobby gave her tighter around her body.

He just stared at us like we'd grown two heads. He then shook his head. "Never mind. Lets move on to possession."

I hauled myself up and nearly stumbled when I found my legs were asleep. "First, I need to go to the bathroom."

I headed down the hall and quickly used the toilet. When I got back, Jen and Bobby were still in the same positions. Bobby was flipping through a book and Jennah was laying on the couch waiting for us to begin again.

"What's your dogs name, Bobby?" Jennah asked as if they'd been deep in conversation. "He seems like a good dog."

Bobby looked up slightly but most of his interest was in his book. "Rumsfield."

I took a seat on the floor again and started to gaze at the ceiling. "Hey Bobby, I was wonderin if I could ask you somethin.." He grunted in response. "I was wonderin if you'd help me with my pickup."

Jennah was looking at me questioningly and Bobby lifted his eyes from his book again. "Like what?"

"Well, I saw the hidden compartment in Dean's car that hid all their weapons and you're a mechanic. So I was wondering if you'd install something like that in my pickup."

He stared at me a long moment. "Where would we put it?"

I smiled. "I've already got that figured out. If you agree to help me, I'll share my ideas."

"Maybe tomorrow, it's getting late and I want to finish up with demon possession. You two can have the guest bedroom upstairs, it hasn't been used in a while so, you know, sorry for the dust."

We nodded our heads and he started to teach us again. We learned how to identify if someone was possessed, things that would hurt them, and what would send them back to hell. Bobby said it would be a while before either of us were able to repeat the script correctly since it was in Latin. We ended it shortly after one in the morning. Taking our bags up to the room, we found it to hold only one queen size bed. I fell down face first onto the right side of the bed. I could hear Jennah do the same thing on the other side. Burying my face deep into the silky soft pillow, I kicked my shoes off and stretched my sore legs. Jennah mumbled something into her pillow that I couldn't make out.

"What?" I moved my head to the side to look at her.

She did the same and took a deep breath. "I wonder what Sam and Dean are doing.."

I just rolled my eyes and forced my head under the pillow. Fumbling around, I managed to pull the covers over myself.

"Come on Tala. You can't tell me you don't wonder how their doing sometimes." she flipped the pillow off my head and onto the floor, receiving a groan from me.

"I'm tired. I want to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." I forced the pillow back around my head and kept my hands pressed down on it.

"Fine Bitch." Jen got comfy on her side in defeat.

I just grunted in response. I sometimes did think about how they were.

When I woke up the room was completely dark. I picked up my phone and checked the time. 5:24 a.m. Running a hand through my long dark locks, fluffing it a bit, I crawled out of bed. I dug around in my bag until I pulled out a pair of black basket ball shorts. My jeans came off and I slipped into them. I took a swift glance at Jen to make sure she was still asleep before going downstairs. I passed through the house without making a noise. Rumsfield was curled up on a blanket just outside the door, still not making a sound. My pickup was sitting where I had left it the other day. The only change was there was a light sheet of frost on the windows. I dug around in the tool box before I came across my old running sneakers. I smiled lightly as old memories came up with them. The breeze picked up and caught my attention. Rumsfield started to growl quietly. I pulled out the gun I kept under the drivers seat. The feeling I got with the wind was unnatural. The gravel crunched under my feet as I slowly turned around.

Nothing. Must have been my imagination. I returned the gun to its place and put on my shoes. After stretching some, I took off in a steady jog to go up and down Bobby's driveway. It'd been so long since I had been able to do this. Staying on the road for a couple of weeks had put its toll on me. After about fifteen minutes I had to stop and rest.

"I wonder if Bobby's got a punching bag." I mumbled, wiping the sweat from my face.

Walking back towards the house I got the same eerie feeling from earlier. The sun was starting to come out so it was easier to see but still nothing looked out of place. The warmth had left my legs, so I knelt down and rubbed them slightly. Standing up, I jogged back to the house and walked into the kitchen after petting Rumsfield on the head. The house was still quiet. I searched the cabinets and found what I was looking for. Skillet and a couple of of plates. The eggs were done in a matter of minutes so I began working on toast and bacon. Noises were coming from upstairs and soon Bobby came down with a shocked look on his face.

"What's this?" he looked around at all the food.

"Breakfast, it's the least I can do for you helping us and letting us stay here." I smiled and placed everything out on the table.

"I'll be sure to remember this in the future." he took a seat and started on his toast.

I went over to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the top. "Hey Jen! Get your ass down here! Breakfast is ready!" I waited there until I could hear her moving around.

In the kitchen, I sat down and started to eat feeling good inside. It had been a while since I had made a real meal and sat down to enjoy it. Jen made her way down shortly and joined us.

"So Bobby, what about helping me with my pickup?" I asked, sliding a piece of bacon and eggs onto my fork.

"Yeah, I'll take a look at it and you can tell me what you want." Bobby took a swig of beer.

"Would you happen to have a punching bag Bobby?" I asked not looking up from my plate.

"Uh yeah I think so. There's an old one strung up in the shop. You're welcome to us it."

Once we finished, Jen grabbed a book filled with the supernatural and followed Bobby and I outside. She sat on the steps and began reading with one hand holding the book and the other petting Bobby's dog. Bobby and I went over the exterior of my pickup and talked out placing a secrete storage space underneath the back seats. The seat would fold out into the floor board. Once Bobby got the general idea of what I wanted, he got to work. I headed into the shop he told me the bag was in. When I got a look at it, I saw that it was old but hadn't been used hardly. It would do. I started off with a few punches to warm up. Then took it up a notch and began throwing harder punches and hard kicks. The more i did the more relaxed I felt. This was how me and Jen had gotten the strength we needed to fight the supernatural. Even though it sounds silly, we'd go to the gym at least once a week. After about an hour, I gave one last kick and called it quits. I headed outside and only saw Bobby.

"Hey, where's Jennah?" I wiped the sweat off my brow with the back of my hand.

"I sent her on a beer run." I shook my head and went inside to freshen up.

We waited a couple hours but Jen didn't come back.