A/N: yay!! Chapter eight is here!!! :D

okay...first off, I'm sorry it took me so freakin long to get another chapter up...I've been workin a lot and just never really have time (or ideas) to write...but anyhoo...this one is done! :D
I tried to make this one a lil longer...hope ya don't mind ;) lol...

and also...I have NO idea about supernatural stuff...only what I learn from the show...lol...so I'm just kinda makin up what happens here, mmmkay?? is that cool with ya'll...cause that's what I'm doin...lol... and if you wanna correct me on my supernatural knowledge, go right ahead! Lol...

okie dokie...I'll shut up now!!!

Enjoy! :D

oh...by the way...I reposted this...this is the beta-ed version. There's not much difference but I reposted it anyways. :)
and thanks so much to WinchesterFan for bein my beta :D thank you!!!!!! :D

I wasn't really sure what was going on, but I knew I was asleep. It was one of those annoying times where you're asleep but can fully hear what's going on around you. Like two idiots talking loudly when you're trying to sleep. It sucks too because there's nothing you can do about it. You can yell at them all you want in your head but, in reality, they'll just keep talking until you pull yourself out of sleep long enough to get your vocal chords working.

The other thing that sucks about being half asleep like this is that what's going on around you tends to become part of your dream. In this particular dream, I was home with my dad. We were standing in the kitchen talking about something. Oh, right…he was trying to convince me to come with him. Where? I really couldn't tell ya…but all of the sudden, I heard a familiar voice. It sounded like…Sam? I looked around the room and thought, "when did Sam get here?"

"We can't just leave her," the voice that sounded like Sam said.

"Well, what are we supposed to do?!" said a different voice. Whoever it was, they sounded frustrated. Wait…I know that voice too…it's…Dean? What? Why is he here too?

I slowly drifted in and out of hearing their conversation and having my dream. I heard a few words here and there, but nothing made sense when my sleepy mind put it all together. If I'd been awake I might have figured it out, but sleep sounded better. I heard something, or someone I should say, coming toward my bed and then the covers shifted away from me. At the movement, which felt like someone sitting down on the bed beside my sleeping form, I opened my eyes slightly. I winced and thought "bad idea" as I squinted from the bright light coming through curtains. It was just my luck that the sun decided to peak into the room in the littlest opening possible through the curtains that just lined up with my face. I grumbled and thought, I bet the boys rigged that, just to piss me off. I rolled my eyes. Yeah, because they're so set on making me blind…geeze, the universe doesn't revolve around me…they have their own crap to do besides torture me.

The dent in the bed reached out a hand and shook my shoulder. "Hey Sleepin' Beauty. The dwarfs were lookin' for ya," Dean said getting off the bed.

I was really annoyed and confused. "The dwarfs were from Snow White, you retard!" I snapped at him.

Dean held his hands up, as if to surrender, and laughed. "Well, we know somebody's not a morning person."

I sat up in my bed slowly, wiping the sleep from my eyes. I stretched and groaned. "Bite me," I said through a yawn.

"I would so rather not," Dean said. I finally woke myself up enough to realize what he was doing.

"Are you guys still on this hunt? I thought you finished that like two days ago?!"

"Nope. Different one. But it's over a state so we're gonna head over sometime today to check it out."

I sighed and sat up on the edge of the bed. "Are we ever gonna make it to Bobby's?" I said in an almost whiney voice.

Dean looked up at me, not seeming fazed by my impression of a two-year-old on a long car trip. "Actually, we're hopin' maybe Bobby could give us a hand on this job."

"Wait? So we're actually kinda close to getting there?" I said with a hopeful voice.

"Yep. Hey!" Dean then yelled toward the bathroom, where I could only assume Sam was. "Where'd you put Dad's journal?"

Sam stepped into the doorway, pulling his arm through his shirtsleeve. "I dunno. I left it over there with you last night."
Dean started looking around the little table that was in front of him, lifting things and moving them around, until he picked up his coat on the chair and said "Ah ha!" I can only assume he found it because people didn't normally say 'Ah ha' unless they'd found what they were looking for…otherwise, it'd just be stupid. Wow, I'm not even making sense to myself anymore. I need more sleep, I thought as I rubbed a tired hand across my face.

I sighed and looked up at Dean. "Guess that means I have to ready, don't I?"

Dean chuckled. "Unless you want us to drag your pajamaed ass to the car, then yeah."

"So…what are we dealin' with here?" I asked nonchalantly.

I saw Dean give a somewhat nervous glance toward the bathroom, where I'm assuming Sam was, giving him the same look.

"Oh, come on. You're gonna let me help with this one….right?" I asked looking first at Dean and then at Sam behind me. I gave Sam a more pleading look because I knew he would probably cave more than Dean would. Sam looked back up to Dean and shrugged as if to say "maybe we should". Then Dean gave Sam a look that said "she's just a kid and she could get us into serious trouble".

"Okay! Enough with the 'talking eyes' thing. Just tell me whether you are or not…cause I really don't wanna get my hopes up if you're not." I said frustrated with them.

Dean sighed. "Alright, maybe you can help…" Sam said.

"But the second things get really serious," Dean said interrupting, "you're out."

"Okay!" I said with a big smile on my face.

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After we all finally got ready and packed up the Impala and my Jeep, we were on the road again. It felt so good to be out on the open road with my 'baby', to have the windows down, my hair blowing in the wind and jammin' to my music. I didn't have a clue where we were, but I knew where we were headed. Dayton, Ohio.

After hearing the CD I was listening to about four times in a row, we finally pulled into a motel. The boys said that it would make things so much easier with just one vehicle, which would be the Impala. So we dropped my baby off there, planning to come back later tonight to stay.

With a wave goodbye and the hope that nobody would bother 'her', we left the parking lot and headed back out on the road.

"So…you never did tell me what we're dealin' with," I said leaning up between the seats to look at them.

Dean sighed, looking annoyed. He must not be use to a person always asking questions. He seems really annoyed by that, I thought as I looked toward Sam.

With a glance toward his brother, Sam started to explain. "Well, we think it's a poltergeist, but we're not sure. It sounds like it but there are just some things that don't add up."

"Like what?" I asked intrigued.

"Well, poltergeists normally aren't much on showing themselves, just making things happen…moving things, ya know? But the lady we talked to says she's been seeing this guy in her room at night."

"This guy? So this thing is a guy?"

"Yeah, we think. Either that or something different. She said she couldn't really see his face because he likes to 'stand in the shadows' so to speak. But she says she can see the dark hair, the height, and the broad shoulders," Sam explained.

"We're thinkin' she knows who this guy is and what he wants, but she doesn't seem like she wants to fess up," Dean interjected.

"So you've already talked to her?" I asked. It felt really cool to talk to them about this. It made me feel like I was actually a part of something, like I belonged.

"We tried to. She contacted us but didn't wanna give us a lot to work with. She just wanted us to come in and get rid of the problem. But, ya know, it doesn't exactly work that way," Dean said.

"Right," I said thinking. "So…you're wantin' me to talk to her…right?" I asked in an almost sarcastic/accusing voice.

"Well…" Dean hesitated, "we figured since you were a girl and all…"

I chuckled. "Ya figure that one out on your own, did ya?"

I saw the corners of Sam's mouth twitch toward a smile and Dean just ignored me. "We figured you could maybe get something else out of her or catch something we didn't," Dean said.

"Mmkay," I said looking out the windows as the Impala started slowing down. "Is this it?" I asked letting a little bit of excitement into my voice.

"1526 Anthony Drive," Dean said, reading off a little piece of paper. "Yep, this is it."

I stepped out of the car and looked around at the house. I honestly felt like I was in a movie. It felt like a scene where a girl gets adopted or moved to a foster home and then after the long car ride, she gets out of the car and looks around at the place she'll be staying. I kind of felt like that girl. I'm not really sure why, but I did.

The house was cute…a little too storybook for my taste but it was still cute. Sitting back from the road was a two-story white/cream colored house, complete with blue shudders. It had a white picket fence (which made me think storybook) around the property and many colorful flowers planted up against the edge of the porch. There was a big tree in the yard with a swing attached to it, which made me assume that kids lived here. There was another tree closer to the house too. It was quite tall…taller than the house actually and the branches reached out just in front of the second story windows. I chuckled to myself and thought 'Man…I would have killed for a tree like that at my house. It'd be so easy to just climb out that window, down the tree and out into freedom.' My mind wandered, thinking about escape plans a girl like me could use to sneak out if that had been my house.

I followed the boys up the porch where Dean knocked a little harder than I would have on the door, which brought me out of my 'daydream'.

I looked around, checking the place out more, when I noticed the curtains on one of the windows moved. I briefly saw a face peek out and then disappear. A couple seconds later, the front door opened. The woman that stood before us looked maybe in her thirties, had old clothes on that didn't seem to even really fit her, and looked like she hadn't slept in days. The woman stood there, barely seeming to notice the boys, and stared at me in complete shock. We both just stood there, staring at each other in complete silence (her in shock, me in confusion) while the boys, who were also confused, looked back and forth at one another and then back at us.

She finally opened her mouth and said only one word, but it was whispered and had the same inflection of shock that her face did.

"Melissa," she said.

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.lizzy.