AN: Ok so here we are chapter 3. I know it's been ages but I put this story on the back burner for a while to finish one of my older Supernatural fan fictions, but now that the other one is complete I'm back to this one. Know that I own nothing of Supernatural and if I did there would be a much hotter young Dean.

Family Reunion

I spent a long time sitting in my car trying to put the jigsaw puzzle of facts together and came up with the same results, absolutely nothing. Nothing was fitting together. Angels were real and an angel erased a kid's memories for god knows what reason. That thought put a smile on my face. The sun coming up was the last thing that I saw before my restless night hit me like a ton…no not a ton more like seven tons of bricks.

My dream of being the only person who wasn't zombie and forced to kill everyone in the world was cut short by loud pounding on the driver side window which just so happened to be the window my head was laying on.

"Liz, get out of the car. I nearly had a panic attack!" My dad's screams from the other side of the window threw any thoughts of going back to sleep impossible. I rubbed my eyes and opened the door.

"I'm out ok? Jeez can't let a girl sleep." I said still feeling tired and not ready for the day, but when my eyes adjusted I realized the sun was going down and it would be night soon.

"Don't just run off and hide in your car without telling me! I've been looking for you for hours!" He screamed at me again.

"Well…you're grumpy. Did you wake up to early?" I asked putting as much anger as I could but it wasn't much because I was still pretty tired.

I could tell my dad was trying to calm down so we both just stood in the parking lot patiently. I was sitting on the hood of my car when he finally started talking again. "Since we can't find anything that can cause a kid to lose his memory you're going to school tomorrow."

"What? Why? Our job is to find stuff like this and you just give up?" I screamed feeling a fire light in my stomach. I gritted my teeth together and asked, "Do you have a room key…I forgot mine."

My dad gave a sigh and opened his wallet to hand me the key. Before he knew it was even out of his wallet I was walking away towards the room. I could hear my dad cursing under his breath as he started to walk slowly behind me. I was in the room and shutting the door before he was even close. He was banging on the door telling me to let him in but I simple didn't care. My thoughts were still in the parking lot and how quickly he had given up on finding what was hiding this kid's memory from him. I felt myself falling into sleep. I heard the soft click of the door opening and closing before I drifted back to my dream of zombie slaying. Before I could shoot Miley Cyrus in the head my dad shook me awake and said I had to get ready. I quite literally crawled out of bed and continued to the bathroom where I gave up on the day and threw my hair up deciding to play the sick card all day at school.

I was half asleep on the way to school and was blending into the wall when I heard what I thought at the moment rhinos running through the hall. When I turned I was knocked to the ground and nearly trampled by half the football team. I heard lots of parts of sentences ok, Jesus, she looks, crap, and other fragments along those lines. I slowly got up and tried to pick up my stuff when one of the stampeding rhinos said, "Jeez, I guess you should look where you're going." My temper was already so short I was personally shocked I hadn't tried to kill them when I was trampled.

"Me. Watch where I'm going. I couldn't even see you! It would be totally different if you were in front of me! So why don't you watch where you're going you giant useless lemming!" I screamed feeling much better after I did.

"What's a lemming?" I heard a few ask.

Others just simply said, "Isn't that a fruit?"

"No. That's a lemon, you nitwit. A lemming is an animal, that during a certain time in their lives, decides that it wants to jump off a cliff and once one jumps the majority go with the first lemming and plummet to their death." I was starting to get annoyed by how stereotypical the jocks were being.

"And that means what Ms. Smarty Pants?" the lead jock asked feeling confident but his eyes shoed confusion.

"It means that you idiots just go with whatever you're doing and follow the head lemming. One day you'll jump off a cliff because someone said it was cool and like flying." I said quickly and venomously. I put my hand to my face because the sense that something was running down it drove me mad. I pulled my hand back and realized that I was bleeding and didn't even know it. That's what I get for being a hunter I guess.

I looked away from my hand just in time to see a fist coming for my face. I dodged and quickly brought my blood streaked hand down on his elbow and punched him in the side repeatedly. He tried to swat me away but I shifted my weight effortlessly and jabbed him a few times in the back where I knew several pressure points were. He gave a quiet I give but I had already given up and was headed to the nurse to get checked up on.

I was heading to home room after I got a few butter flies and told to hold my head back and keep a paper towel to my nose to stop the bleeding, when I heard my name called over the intercom to come to the office. I quickly switched directions and headed for the office. I heard the footsteps of someone behind me but I refused to look back. I remembered the story my mother had told me about fairies being on your shoulders to protect you from bad stuff and if you looked back you'd knock them off your shoulders and they couldn't protect you. I wasn't far from the office when the footsteps behind me soon became the footsteps beside me.

"You alright? I heard it was an awesome fight…and something about lemons…" Ben said from my said.

I gave a sigh for two reasons. One. It was lemmings not lemons. Two. I really didn't want to talk to him right now. "It was lemmings. Not lemons and it wasn't really a fair fight." I said trying to hide the I don't have time for this crap tone.

"Well you didn't get your ass handed to you so that's good. Lots of girls are saying that it was the fight to prove to the school that girls can fight too. I think that's crap. No offense." Ben said saying the last part quickly.

"I agree. Girls in the world are all woman's rights we can do everything a man can do, but when it comes to getting dirty most of them are like 'Oh no! Mud! Save me!" Then I mimicked passing out to add infuses.

"True that." Ben said and turned quickly. "This is where I bid you ado, my lady."He said with an over exaggerated bow by the office door.

"Come in Ms. Campbell." A stern male voice said from the other side of the door.

I walked in and saw the jock I beat up sitting in a chair. I assumed I was supposed to sit in the other hair that was sitting in front of the desk. I sat down and waited for the words my dad would kill me for if the principal said them. "So I hear that you started this fight Ms. Campbell. Is that true?" Mr. Johnson, or so his name plate said, asked.

"No. It is not. He and his friends nearly trampled me and when I called him out on almost doing it he said it was my fault for being in the way. Then he tried to punch me and I just did some stuff I learned in the self defense classes I've been taking." I said trying to sound like I wasn't dreading every second in the small little office.

"Well…you two told two different stories. Let's see what the camera has to say about that." Mr. What's his face said pulling up a file that read security cameras. He found the camera that was where the fight happened and pulled it up. "Last chance. Tell the truth." I sat there knowing that what I had told him was the truth but football boy was starting to crack under pressure and he would break pretty soon. He continued to rewind the tapes and watched the fight. "It seems that someone was lying…"

"No dip Sherlock…" I mumbled to myself.

"James you're free to leave." He said to the jock. I looked around in amazement. This couldn't be happening. "Ms. Campbell, you started that fight. Didn't you?"

"I started the fight? Um let's put it this way. Hell no I didn't start that fight!" I said feeling the temper I had regained begin to slip away.

"Let me put it this way. You say you started it you only have to go through a suspension of a few days. James doesn't have to miss the championship game and we all win. If you keep refusing I will be forced to expel you for starting a fight and then denying that it happened at all." Mr. Whosafudge said with an angry tone.

"Well I hope you can live with a filthy conscience. Expelling someone who didn't do anything."

"Why don't you sleep on it. Ok?"

"Sure if it'll keep you happy."

"And why don't you not go to your classes. I will have your teachers exempt you from any work you have to do today." An evil grin crossed his face.

I stomped out of the office and went to my car and headed back to the shabby motel, but decided last minute to stop and get lunch after I realized that it was eleven thirty. Crazy how time flies when you beat up a jock, see a nurse, and get told to lie so said jock can play in a high school football game. I went through the McDonald's drive through and ordered a Big-n-tasty with a Dr. Pepper. When I pulled into the motel parking lot after eating my burger I saw it, the '67 Chevy Impala. I could see how Ben mixed them up. They look so much alike. I looked into the windows sipping down my pop realizing that no one was in it.

I was still checking out the car when the door that leads to the motel was slammed open with two guys walking backwards and my dad holding a shot gun. I quickly ran over to my dad's side. I got a better look of the two. One was insanely tall shaggy dirty blond looking hair. The other was no taller than 6' 5" and had short hair that looked the same color. That's when I noticed something. That dirty blond hair was the same as my dad's and the shorter one's eyes were green just like my dad's. I didn't get either my dad's hair or eyes. I had my mom's hair…sorta…hers was more curl mine's more of the wave and dark blue eyes.

I grabbed my dad's arm and asked the question that I knew would mean their lives. "Are you Campbell's?"

"What?" The three asked confused.

"What are you going at hon'?" Dad still hadn't seen the similarities.

"Answer my question."I said sternly.

"Yeah. Yeah our mom was a Campbell. My name's Sam and this is Dean." The giant one said quickly.

"Samuel and Deanne." I whispered quietly to the ground.

"Why the hell would these nuts be Campbell's?" Dad said not hearing me talk.

I looked up and saw that the shorter one was looking at me. He had obviously heard me. "Dad put the gun down."

"Why? They tried to break in." Dad said looking like he would shoot them if the opportunity showed itself.

I twisted the gun from his grip. "They're Campbells Dad. There mom was Mary. Lord you'd think you'd listen more often." I said opening the gun and taking the bullets out of it.

"I don't trust them." Dad whispered in my ear.

"You wouldn't know a Campbell if one was in front of you. As we just witnessed." I handed the gun back.

"Thank God. Bobby sent us. I hear ya got a kid with a whitewash." The short one said.

"Yeah…can you help?" I asked feeling sleep hit me again.

"Sure he can. It's his fault they don't remember anything." The tall one said.