**disclaimer...yes it's this thing again. I do NOT own Sam and Dean Winchester...deja vu**

SIX

"Everyone knows that last year's orange is this year's blue, so of course Claire gets her Volvo and yet no one else in the family is allowed to use the family fund to get what they want. I wanted a new hairdryer, you know a better one, but apparently a six hundred dollar hairdryer is crazier than a six thousand dollar car just because it's a Volvo and its blue." Amber shook her head.

Listening to her chatter was even more painful, to Dean, than watching her lick her lips in that seductive way she did at their first meeting. He winced and took deep breaths every few seconds, but pretended to be paying attention.

In the rear view mirror he could see Tana staring out her window, not paying attention in the slightest. She was probably used to conversations like this and had learned exactly when to tune out. Dean should've stopped listening when Amber had started in on the lack of colour selection on fuzzy dice for your car.

Yes, Dean was riding shotgun in the beetle, trying his best to hide his face with his hand. He had his elbow propped up on the bottom of the window. He'd already seen a group of teenage boys, in a perfectly acceptable rusty blue truck, who had laughed at him and pointed upon seeing him in the car. Dean had flipped them off, but had hidden his face ever since. Who were they to laugh at him in this car, when he had a beautiful woman sitting beside him who obviously liked him?

Granted, Dean didn't find himself that lucky, either, but he needed something to make himself feel better. How on earth had he allowed himself to be sucked into this tiny pink vehicle anyway? He didn't even remember, but he regretted the decision greatly.

He looked into the rear view mirror again and Tana was looking straight at him as if she sensed what he was feeling. He forced a smile and sighed again.

"My old one always made my hair frizzy somehow, which was just – well, not right. You know what I mean?"

Dean snapped back to reality, "Oh. Yeah. Totally. Frizzy hair. What a turn off."

"Thank you. So when we get back home could you tell my sisters how you feel about it, maybe then they'll let me get a better one," she turned into a parking lot in front of a white building with a steeple, the church, Dean presumed. He knew he was right when she said, "We're here."

There was no one else there and the church was roped off with yellow police tape. There was also a large sign outside on the grass that said, "Let peace live in those who repent: confessions on Wednesday" and under that "CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE".

"Uh, I don't know if you noticed, but the church is closed," Dean pointed out.

"Oh, I noticed," Amber smiled, parked and stepped out onto the pavement.

Dean didn't want to be seen stepping out of this as much as he didn't want to be seen in it, but he figured that he might as well follow her or she'd never let them leave. Tana waited for Dean to step out of the car before following.

He took a few big steps away from the car, towards the church, before he spoke again, "So why are we here?"

"We're going inside," Amber said it as if it should have been obvious.

Dean shook his head, "I don't think so. It's closed, see?"

"Yes, I see that," Amber rolled her eyes without even taking a glance at the sign, she must've driven past enough to know that already, "This is the church where that priest dude died. Your brother said something about him earlier. Well, my team was on call when it happened-"

"Wait- your team? You're a-" Dean was about to say police when Amber interrupted him.

"Firefighter," She smiled, "Don't tell me. I don't look the type, right? I get that a lot. Do you want to hear what I know or not?" She waited a moment, looking at Dean's expression, and then sighed, "What?"

Dean smiled slowly, looking Amber over as if seeing her for the first time. She was not only petite and leggy; she also had amazing biceps and rock thighs. His opinion about her changed in that instant, "It's just ironic, isn't it? A firestarter and a firefighter."

Amber smiled back, not a seductive smile, but a truly playful one, "Yeah. Ironic. Anyways, do you want to see the inside?"

Dean nodded and waited for her to take the lead.

Amber walked towards the tape, with Tana on her heels. Dean followed them with more than a few glances over his shoulder to make sure that they weren't being followed. It wouldn't be good if they got caught and then taken to the police station or something. It was a plus that they had a firefighter with them though, that would probably go in their favour.

Once inside, the doors weren't locked, Dean looked around carefully. It looked like a normal church, stained glass, pews and bibles, the works. All that was missing was the choir of little children singing hymns at the front, and the priest of course, but the church was as empty as the parking lot.

"What did you say you found in here?" Dean asked, looking up. The ceiling was adorned with a painting of cherubs on clouds that would have looked down at the congregation on good days.

"I didn't say, not yet," Amber walked straight to the front of the church to the raised altar. Tana followed her and stood on the second step then sat down. Amber eyed her disapprovingly. Dean followed them up there after a moment; he watched Tana but couldn't see anything wrong with what she was doing. Just sitting, staring at him.

"The priest died," Amber said and then nodded to Tana, "right there. That's where they found him."

"Did Tana see it?" Dean asked, only now understanding why Amber didn't approve of her sitting there.

"No," Amber shook her head, "No one did. The church wasn't even open that day. Well, it was open, but there was no service going on so he was the only one here. He was here a full day before someone finally came in and found him. Poor guy."

"How exactly did he die?" Dean came forward and knelt down, putting his hands on the second step, the step that Tana sat on, looking up at the ceiling now.

"The coroner said that his brain over heated or something and it just...liquefied; from the inside. But the weirdest thing was that symbol they found on him. Everyone figured that it was some sort of religious symbol so I didn't even think about it until it was on your list of priorities," Amber shrugged and sat down next to her sister.

Dean moved his hands around in the carpet for reasons unknown even to himself. Then he looked up at Tana. She was staring at him. It was as if she already knew what he was thinking, as if she already knew what had happened without seeing it. Dean narrowed his eyes, but Tana's stare was unwavering. Suddenly, she smiled. He couldn't help but crack a smile back.

"Okay. Where can I find this piece of stationary that they found the symbol on?"

"The police took it as evidence, although I doubt they're looking into it. Why would they? There's nothing mysterious about the priest's death unless you know better."

Dean thought about that a moment, "I have a hard time believing that this is a coincidence, but I need that symbol to be sure. We may have to break into a police office...which is not going to be easy. We may need disguises and fake ids and-"

He stopped himself when he saw Tana and Amber smirking at him.

"What?" he asked Tana, even though he knew that it would be Amber to answer him.

"I know what it looks like. I was on call here, remember? I saw the stationary. It was on some kind of motel stationary. I haven't been to the motels here, so I don't know much about stationary, but I do remember the symbol like the back of my hand."

Dean smirked this time, "You memorized the back of your hand?"

Amber smiled back, "It's an expression, but you knew that."

Tana stood up at that moment and walked to a door at the back of the church. Dean and Amber exchanged a glance, and then both stood and followed her in. Behind the door was a kitchen. Tana was at the island, a pen in hand. She was drawing on a piece of paper.

Dean and Amber each stood on one side of her and watched. Amber looked appalled and took the paper out of her sister's hands when she was done, "This is it. This is the symbol." She turned back to Tana and held the paper just out of reach, "How did you know that this symbol was on Father Kevin?"

Tana just stared.

Dean took the paper from Amber then and looked it over; it was a simple circle with four drawings inside it; some dots, a few swirls, a wavy line and a few straight lines. There was a vertical line through the circle.

"Do you recognize this?" Dean gave it back to Amber then.

Amber nodded without looking at it again, "How could I not? My mother taught it to all of us growing up. It's our symbol; the elements. Only it didn't have this line through it." Amber pointed to the vertical line through the circle.

The eldest Winchester watched Amber carefully for a moment, trying to connect the dots, but there was obviously something that she was not telling him. Something about the symbol and the priest, and not only that. There was something all four sisters were hiding about Tana, but he'd get to that later.

"Something you want to share with us?" Dean asked. Even Tana looked interested, and like she didn't know why Amber would hide something like that. Dean had to admit he was extremely confused by the behaviour of the girl, but now wasn't the time for that.

Amber looked at the linoleum ground and then pulled up a white stool from the island and sat on it, "I hid the symbol from my sisters and I didn't tell you about it before because...well, I knew it was a threat against us. How could you not see that? But I didn't want to believe it. I mean, we've never had anything like this happen to us before. We've had normal lives, well, normal for us, and now suddenly, decades after getting our powers, someone threatens us? I wanted to pass it off as a joke or something. Pretend it never happened."

She hung her head and Dean was silent for a moment. Tana went to her sister and put a hand on Amber's back which made her more visibly guilty.

"So, someone's after you for some reason, hence the line through the circle and the dead priest...did you recognize the symbol on the dead couple in the park?"

Amber shook her head, but when Dean gave her a stern look she looked downright upset, "No, okay? My secret's out. I told you the truth. I knew what that symbol meant, but I've never seen the other one in my life."

Dean nodded. For now, he believed her. Besides she was obviously close with her family why would she keep something from them that might come back to bite them...oh. She had kept the little bit about the priest from them, but that had only been because she was scared and in denial. Dean could understand that. Still, he was going to ask the other sisters about it later.

It only took an incident like this to remind Dean that he didn't like these so-called Elementals: the Martin family, besides Tana. Her, he liked. The others all seemed to be hiding something.

"Hey, Amber," Dean said suddenly.

She looked up from her miserable contemplation, "Yes, Dean?"

He lowered his voice so that Tana, who'd moved towards the windows of the kitchen and was looking outside, might not hear, "Are you sure that Tana wasn't born with powers?"

"Yes," Amber looked appalled that he was even asking, "Believe me. She tested herself just like we did when we were learning how to use our powers and...well, nothing. No one was more upset about it than her, except maybe mom-" Amber stopped talking abruptly and looked over her shoulder at her sister.

For a moment she stayed silent, then turned back to him and spoke again, "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," Dean smiled tightly and shook his head, "Why don't we head back outside so I can look around where that priest of yours died. Maybe I'll find something you didn't."

She smiled at him and then got up off the stool, called for Tana and the three of them walked back into the church. It was still empty, thankfully.

Dean checked each row of pews, the altar at the front, the floor and found nothing until he came to a table at the back. There was a clip board there, which had clearly been holding papers. There was a small torn piece of paper, presumably from the paper that used to be sitting there, still attached to the clip.

"Amber," She came over when he called and Dean held up the clipboard for her to see, "Do you know what was on this clipboard?"

She shook her head and shrugged.

Dean sighed and continued his search, a little disappointed that there still wasn't much to go on. Just then his cell phone rang and when he checked the caller id, he knew it was Sam.

"Hey, what's up?" Dean said into the receiver.

Sam's voice sounded excited on the other end, "I found something."

"Good, me too. You first," Dean said, but Sam interrupted him.

"We'll meet you back at the house," And then he hung up.

Dean shook his head and shoved his cell phone into his pocket, already heading for the doors of the church.

"Where are you-" Amber called.

"Your house. My brother will explain when we get there." And it better be good.