AN: This is dedicated to latona78, 3DBABE1999, and brynerose. Without these three, I most likely would have never updated. Thanks for the kick in the pants guys. I am writing this for you….hope you like it.

And I don't own anything except for the red head.

Screwing Up My Day

There are many ways you can screw up a perfectly good day. Passing gas in church during quiet contemplation had been at the top of my list until today. Now I had a competing top five. One: find out you can see ghosts, one of which is your brother's best friend. Two: get kidnapped by two 'we're not psycho, we really hunt monsters for a living' brothers. And three, four and five: steal afore mentioned brothers' shiny black car.

Yep, my day was officially and totally screwed. This is how I found myself back in the spooky field from the night before. At least I wouldn't be knocked out and tied to a chair by Dick and Wad, since they were trailing behind me all menacing and pissy. Jesh! It was just a car and I even filled the tank. Not a scratch or a dent and Dick was acting like I had threatened his first born.

Earlier that night I had found myself face to face with fury incarnate when I returned from the diner. I had spent an hour making sure I wasn't followed only to find them waiting for my at home. Apparently they checked my wallet while I was tied in the chair. Name, address, even my weight was on my driver's license. I guess if these new super crappy ghost powers don't get me killed, I will have to remember things like that in the future.

Opening my front door, I walked right into the sites of their guns. Who needs caffeine when you've got a really big gun shoved in your face. And no! You perv, it was not sexy. "I guess you want me to help you find that thing?" My voice barely quivered and I didn't pee my pants. I was a regular… Okay, I can't think of any, strong, non-freaking out when a gun is pointed to your head, girls right now, but you get the idea. I was tough.

"Where are my keys?", the shorter brother asked. It was more of a growl, deep and threatening. I grabbed the keys from the bowl on the table and he snatched them out of my hand. Steering me to the nearest chair and giving me a not so gentle push, the brothers had me telling them everything I knew in a barrage of questions.

Dean, from this point of referred to as Dick: How did you summon the ghost?

Sweet little harmless me: I don't know.

Sam, from this point know as Wad: How did you control the ghost?

Me: I asked him nicely and said please.

Dick: How did you know the bodies were in the field?

Me: Cause that's where Dennis led me.

Wad: Dennis, the boy that last went missing? You summoned his ghost?

Me: No, he just showed up and I followed him. I didn't know he was a ghost at first and then, before I could really freak out, there you and Dick were, knocking me out and dragging me off the play 'tie me, cut me, and make me bleed'

Dick: It's Dean.

Me: I know, Dick.

I really make friend quickly when I apply myself was my last thought before the ground disappeared from below my feet.

(SPN…..SPN…SPN…..)

Damn, this day could not be more screwed up, I thought to myself as I watched the civilian trample across the field of grass with about as much grace as a blind, drunken buffalo. Added to the noise she made walking was the constant babble rambled under her breath.

"Hey," I yelled. Not like we were sneaking up on anything at this point. "Are you talking to a ghost?"

Helen, from this point know as Hellion, spun and asked, "Do you see a ghost, Dick?"

"It's Dean, and no."

"Then why do you think I would see one, Dick?"

Ready to gank someone, maybe a red head, I turned to Sam. Loads of help there. Puppy dog eyes and his "have patience" stare. "So far we don't have any better leads. This is the fifth child in two months and she is the only clue we have."

I know Sammy is right. I still hate it. Logic sucks.

A muffled squeak drew our attention back to Hellion, who…had vanished. My first inclination was to dust my hands in good riddance and head back to the Impala for a beer but Sammy was already making his gallant way across the field. I could hear her wail of "oh my god, get me out of here" from where I was standing, crushing all my hope of her sudden and timely (for me) death.

By the time I reached them, Sam had rescued Hellion from an uncapped sewer drain hole. I'm sure she didn't appreciate it but I could not help but smile. Covered in slime from her head to her heeled boots, she thrashed and struggled her way out of the hole. Looking at her I could feel my mood lightening for the first time since she had taken my keys.

"It's down there," she sputtered. "Not far from here."

"How do you know?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, it's hard to explain." Hellion looked flustered. Even after all she had been through, I had to respect the way she bypassed fear and went straight to pissed. "It's not like I came with a set of instructions. What make you think I have any idea what the hell I am doing?"

"Try," Sam coaxed with his usual calm. "Talk us through how it feels. Maybe it will help you understand."

Helen, I mean Hellion, sighed. Wiping the sludge off her as best she could as she considered Sam's request. "It's like a taste in the back of my throat, like when you pass a road killed skunk. It tastes like burnt plastic and vomit."

"Nice," I snarked. Then a thought hit me. "Hey, what do I taste like?"

Hellion sent me a death glare. "I don't know. You're human. The only way I could taste you would be to lick you. I'd rather not find out what asshole tastes like."

Sam choked back his laughter as I glared. "Haha, funny stuff. Now let's track this bastard."

Handing the weapons pack to Sam, I lowered myself gingerly into the sewer hold, making sure to land on the edge and not in the muck. "Shit," a whine sounded above me. "I just got out."

"Nope," I grinned. "You just got yourself in deeper."