Welcome back for chapter thirty-four. We're starting in Dean's point of view. Hope ya'll enjoy it.
PS: I own nothing but my idea and OCs. Also, the idea of a 'demon cursed with a soul' was kind of spin-off of the 'vampire cursed with a soul' thing. That is the only idea that isn't mine and is rightfully Joss Whedon's.
PPS: This will contain spoilers for S1 E15: The Benders . You have been warned so if you haven't seen it, get to it. Carry on.

Rocky Road

Sam and I walked into the bar and he sat down to go over the information we had on this case while I chose to play some darts. "So the local police have not ruled out foul play. Apparently, there were signs of a struggle."

"You know they could be right, it could be just a kidnapping. Maybe this isn't our kind of gig."

"Yeah, maybe not. Except Dad marked the area, Dean. Possible hunting grounds of a phantom attacker."

"Why would he even do that?"

"Well, he found a lot of local folklore about a dark figure that comes out at night, grabs people and vanishes. He found this too. This county has more missing persons per capita than any other county in the state."

"That is weird."

"Yeah."

"Don't phantom attackers usually snatch people from their beds? Jenkins was taken from a parking lot."

"Well, there are all kinds. Spring Heeled Jacks, Phantom Gassers, they take people anywhere, anytime. Look, Dean, I don't know if this is our kind of gig either."

"You're right, we should ask around more tomorrow." I winked at Sam and continued to play my darts.

"Right. So, Dean."

"What?"

"Are you going to tell Cara about Cassie?" My dart missed the board by a long shot and I looked down at the floor, hoping that Sam would drop the subject. Unfortunately, Sam is my brother so he wasn't going to drop it. "Dean."

"Why should I, Sam?"

"Gee, I don't know, because she is driving twelve hours to come help us with this. Besides, she cares about you and it's obvious that you care for her too." I clenched my jaw and stayed quiet. I care about Cara but we weren't technically dating. Sure, we came close to doing something after we got rid of the reaper but that was a while ago and nothing happened between us since. I could hear the music in the bar change to Tainted Love by Soft Cell and I turned to face Sam, to ask him why a bar would play a song like that but instead I saw a very familiar person walking into the bar. Sam noticed that I was staring past him so he turned around and saw who I was staring at. Both of us watched as Cara made her way through the bar, making everyone's head turn, and made her way over to us. "Hey, Cara."

"Hey Sam. Dean." Okay, that tone was not a pleasant one. What did I do now?"

"You got here fast."

"I burned a lot of rubber. You sounded sure about this so I downed a few energy drinks and drove as fast as I could. I need a drink. Be right back, guys." Cara walked to the bar and I immediately glared at Sam.

"What did you tell her, Sam?"

"What are you talking about?"

"She sounds pissed at me and I didn't even do anything. What did you tell her?"

"I told her that you helped out an old girlfriend." I groaned and rolled my eyes. "I'm not you, Dean. I won't lie to someone." I was about to say something when Cara came back holding a beer. "Right. I saw a motel about five miles back."

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Cara just got here. Let's have another round."

"We should get an early start."

"You really know how to have fun, don't you grandma?"

"Hey, Sam, why don't you stay a little while longer? I feel like whooping Dean in pool."

"I guess. I just gotta put this stuff in the car." Sam turned around and left the bar, leaving me alone with Cara.

"So, you're going to whoop me in pool?"

"You bet I am." Cara winked at me and headed towards the pool table that was vacant for the moment. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, especially while she was wearing her leather jacket, tight jeans and tank top. "Mind setting it up, Dean?" I nodded and set up while Cara stripped off her jacket to hang it up on the wall. I swallowed hard and waited for Cara to turn to face the pool table. "Ready, Dean?" I just nodded. Cara went up first and I think my heart stopped when I saw her bend over the table to take her shot. She took her shot and made it, which meant that she would be taking another shot and would be bending over the table again. Watching her take her shots made me realize that I was completely missing out on her by not sucking it up and dating her. It was finally my turn and took my shot, missing completely. Cara lined up to take another shot but she stopped before she took it, looking around the bar as if she was looking for something or someone. "Dean."

"Yeah?"

"Where's Sam?"

"What do you mean?"

"He shouldn't be taking this long. I'm going to go look for him." Cara grabbed her jacket and headed outside. I put my pool cue down, grabbed my jacket and headed outside to join Cara. I went outside and looked for Cara.

"Cara?" I looked around and couldn't find her. "Cara!" I watched her come into view looking upset. "Cara, what's wrong?"

"It's Sam."

"What about Sam?"

"I can't find him." My heart stopped. "He's gone."

-FIN-

That's it for this chapter, folks. Next chapter will be out soon. Reviews are appreciated. : )
PS: For the record, this is the longest running story I've ever written. : )