Hey everyone! Sorry about the wait on the update! Also, don't worry. Sam and Dean are in the next chapter! I promise!

Shout outs go to:

nekoichii

milyko88

keacdragon

DomineVitae

Thanks for the love guys! *hands out Mars bars*

CeleryFallenAngel- Thanks! :) I'm glad you liked it! And I liked the car too. I have to give thanks to my one guy friend who told me it was a good car. I know nothing about them xD

RandomSpeedReader- Haha yeah, I wanted to make her a bit of an enthusiast. I'm thinking that she is more of an appreciator than a "HOLYCOWINEEDITNOW!" person though :P Here is your update, and it is a bit longer too :) Though, some chapter have to be shorter. Not that I want to have short chapters, just that I CAN'T make them longer. I have to have some fillers :P

ESwan- *happy dance* exactly! xD Good luck with that, dude xD

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Enjoy!

Chapter 2 – Bingo

At a gas station in Wayland, Krysta sifted through the various CDs and cassette tapes she had found while she waited for the attendant to fill the car up. Muttering to herself, she threw album after album behind her.

"Crap. Crap. Horrible. Crap. Boring. Lame. Craptasticly crappy. What were you thinking? Meh. Nickelback? Seriously? Ugh." Krysta sighed and allowed her head to rest on the steering wheel. "Why do you not have any good music?"

Giving up, she groaned. "I'd kill for some AC/DC right now…"

Krysta jumped slightly at the sound of someone tapping on her window. Looking up, she realized it was the gas station attendant. "Yeah?" she asked, rolling the window down.

He scratched his arm, gazing at the car in adoration. "You're all topped up," he said. He bit his bottom lip for a moment in nervous contemplation. "Can I just say something?"

Tilting her chin up in a "go ahead" gesture, Krysta resisted rolling her eyes. 'He's gonna say something about the car,' she guessed, 'they always do.'

"Well, a '67 Chevelle SS…that's just gorgeous car," the man gushed. "Great choice, really, it's a classic!"

'And Bingo was his name-o.'

"Thanks," Krysta beamed. Her eyes twinkled mischievously and she stifled a laugh. "It's new."

The man stared longingly at the car for a bit longer before Krysta cleared her throat. He quickly snapped his attention back onto her. "Look, man," she started, giving him an apologetic half-smile, "I'd love to stay and talk cars, but I'm on my way to a job so…"

"Oh yeah?" the man smiled. "What do you do?"

She gave him a sly grin before answering smoothly. "Pest control," she said, chuckling at his puzzled expression. Krysta knew she didn't look the part, but, in a way, she had told the truth. "And I'm gonna be late," she hinted.

Flushing slightly in embarrassment, the man nodded. "Right, sorry. Will that be cash or credit?"

"Cash." Handing him the appropriate amount of bills, Krysta got ready to leave.

"Uhh, miss?" The attendant's panicky tone of voice had Krysta turning back to him. He was staring at the left-side, rear door intently.

Krysta sighed. 'What is it now?' Stepping out of the car, Krysta walked up to the man. "Yes?" she asked testily. She so did not have time for this.

Pointing at the door, he grimaced. "You've got a huge dent in the car, there."

Krysta's eyebrows bunched together in confusion. There wasn't one before, she was sure of it. Looking closer, all she could see was smooth metal. "I don't see anything. Where exactly do you see a dent?"

Before she knew what was happening, a strong hand crashed her head into the side of the car and it exploded in pain. She crumpled to the ground, clutching her head and crying out.

"Right there," she heard the man laugh through the ringing of her ears.

'I'm seeing stars,' Krysta thought in amazement, 'I thought that was just an expression…'

As her vision started to refocus, she saw the man grinning down at her viciously. Her eyes widened at the sight of his pitch-black eyes. 'Demon.'

Knowing she had to act quickly, Krysta used the demon's height to her advantage. In one, swift movement, she swept his legs out from under him using her own, rolled out of the way, and pinned him to the asphalt.

"Really?" she asked incredulously, baffled by his stupidity. "You had to choose me of all people?"

The demon's eyes grew wide with fear as her eyes flashed dangerously. "Bad move," she growled before placing a hand on his forehead. He screamed as light flashed out of his eyes and mouth. When it ended, he went limp.

Krysta stood up shakily, brushing herself off. Her head throbbed angrily and she reached up to feel the bump that was forming. Krysta healed quickly, sure, but with her vision starting to swim, her aching head, and the size of the lump, she was going to need a night to rest.

"Perfect," she groaned.

Ten minutes later, Krysta pulled into the parking lot of a motel. She barely paid any attention while she checked in and went to her room—her head hurt too much.

She threw back a few pain killers and fell back onto the bed, waiting for them to kick in. They did so quickly and, before Krysta knew it, she was asleep. She didn't sleep for long, though. The sound of muffled voices woke her up. Krysta focused on keeping her body relaxed and her breathing even while she listened to what the voices were saying.

"Dude, what the hell?" one said angrily.

"I don't know," a second voice replied.

"No, seriously," the first voice growled. "What. The. Hell?"

'Weird, they sound sort of familiar.' A thought suddenly occurred to her and she just about gasped out loud. 'No way, it couldn't be.'

Her eyes flew open, and Krysta found herself staring down the barrel of a gun.

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