A Super-Long chapter that was hopefully worth the wait! Thanks to everyone who reviewed :) especially angeleyenc and Carver Edlund for Reviewing pretty much every chapter I have written! I would love to get some critiques back on my writting so if you have any suggestions please tell me! Just a side note: Kathryn Willows is from CSI, Sam and Dean agents' names are from the band Bad Company, and Luna's is from Fleetwood Mac. Enjoy!~kt

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Winchesters'

"Dean, do you think it's a good idea to leave her alone? I mean, Bobby did say that both Heaven and Hell are after her," Sam mused aloud while walking to the Impala parked out in front of the motel room. He took his usual seat on the passenger side as Dean got behind the wheel.

"Dude, she'll be fine. Quit worrying Sammy." Dean gave his brother his trademark grin and started his baby up. In reality Dean was also a little worried about leaving Luna alone in a motel room without any backup. Luna was an inexperienced hunter after all, who was on Heaven and Hell's most wanted list. Dean tore out of the parking lot and down the road to the little police station.

"So, uh, what are we posing as?" Sam asked his brother, trying to make small talk. The bond between them had been slowly deteriorating since Sam had started the Apocalypse. Dean didn't trust him, not one bit, and he made that very clear.

"FBI, like always," Dean answered him annoyed. Thank god that this was a small town and the police station wasn't very far away. The awkwardness in the car was suffocating. The monkey suits didn't help either. Dean parked the car and pulled out the cigar box of fake IDs from the glove box. He dug out their two FBI badges and handed one to Sam. They got out of the car and walked into the station.

The police station was small. It was nothing but a little office and a few holding cells. Dean walked up to the secretary behind the desk. Her back was to him but damn, she looked hot. Sam cleared his throat and she turned around.

"Hi can I help you gentleman?" The secretary asked Sam and Dean. Dean's stomach sunk when she turned around. She barely looked seventeen.

"Yeah I'm Agent Kirke and this is Agent Rodgers from the FBI." Sam introduced himself and Dean. The girl's eyes grew wide. She probably never had seen an FBI agent before.

"Oh my god, are you here because of the boys?"

"Yes, uh, can we talk to the detective in charge of the case if you don't mind?"

"Sure," she said. She knocked on the only door that was in the station. "Dad, the FBI is here to investigate the boys' cases." The door opened and out walked an older man, who was assumed to be the girl's father and also the detective working on the case. It was obvious that he hadn't slept in days.

"Good afternoon gentlemen," the detective said, "I'm Detective Willows. I've seen you met my daughter Kathryn." Dean nodded his head eagerly.

"Is there any place we can go to talk privately about the missing boys?" Sam questioned.

"Come right into my office," he stepped aside to allow the boys in. The agents sat down in the two seats across on one side of the desk while the detective sat on the other. "What do you gentle men need to know?"

"We would just like to take a look at the case reports and any evidence you might have," Dean said surprisingly professionally.

"Of course, but we don't have much to go on. In my twenty five years of police work I have never had a more difficult case. And the boys, such nice boys. Kathryn used used to baby-sit little Michael when she was in high school."

Dean's face lit up at this comment. This meant that the hot secretary wasn't jailbait.

"Well what do you have on the cases?" Sam asked being practical. He knew exactly what Dean was thinking. Dean was thinking of a hundred different ways to get Kathryn into bed.

"Here, take a look for yourself," Detective Willows said and handed Sam four folders. Sam opened the top folder and read. It said that no one had seen anything; no evidence was recovered except the boy's belongings at the school. There was no hard evidence either; no DNA, no weird minerals or elements, such as sulfur.

"Hmm, this is odd," Sam stated, "Would you mind giving us a copy of these?"

"Copier isn't working so just take those."

"Okay, thanks. And if you find anything else out here's our number. Don't hesitate to call," Sam said handing him a business card. The guys walked out of the office and Sam walked out the door. Dean however, hung back and was going to try and get Kathryn to go out with him to grab a drink, but she was on the phone and flirting with the person on the other end. Damn it, Dean thought. He stormed out to the impala, got in the driver's seat and slammed the door.

"You okay there Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Fine," Dean replied, "Next stop is…?"

"I was thinking the school, talk to some of their friends. Maybe see if they were into some black magic or something."

"Hmm, maybe. Coulda gotten into some bad mojo." They drove in silence to the school, which was just a few blocks away. As they walked into the school Sam couldn't help but remember how good it felt to be in school. It was the best time of his life, kinda. They walked to the office.

"Hello, I'm Agent Rodgers, and this is Agent Kirke from the FBI. We were hoping to be able to ask a few students some question about the missing boys," Dean said doing all the talking this time now that the secretary wasn't a hot, young thing.

"The bell's about to dismiss school, I'm sorry but you'll just have to wait 'til tomorrow if you want to talk to them," the secretary said. The door to the office opened. "Oh, Ms. Beckham, is there anything else I can help you with?" Sam and Dean both turned their heads toward the door. Ms. Beckham was none other than Luna.

Dean could feel the anger rising to his face. He had ordered her to do one thing, and she disobeyed. How the hell was he going to teach her how to hunt if she didn't listen to him? He was going to flip a shit when they got back to the motel room.

Sam was amazed at Luna's 'I don't really give a shit what you think' attitude towards Dean. Sam had a feeling that she wasn't going to listen to Dean no matter what. She hadn't particularly liked him from day one.

"No thank you, I just wanted to thank you for providing the room to me and the students," Luna said as she put on a show for the secretary.

"Oh it's no problem. Let me know if I can help you with anything else."

"Will do. Goodbye."

"Bye-bye." She walked out the door as the bell rang.

"You boys will have to come back tomorrow if you want to interview those kids." Seeing as the school day was officially over Sam and Dean made no effort in arguing with her. They left the office and walked out of the school with Luna just a few steps ahead of them. Sam wondered what Dean was going to do. He could tell he was pissed.

Once they were out of the school, Dean couldn't take it anymore. He grabbed Luna by the elbow.

"Let go!" She hissed and gave him a nasty glare.

"No you are going to come with us and I want to make sure you aren't going to go off on your own again," Dean said as his nostrils flared from the pent-up anger against her and everything else going on.

"I will give you two seconds to release your grip on my arm. If you do, I will be compliant. If not, then I will punch you so hard you'll have to sit on your food to eat it," she growled. Sam tried to repress a snort, but ultimately failed. His brother glanced at him and decided that a public fight wasn't the best idea while posing as an FBI agent. Dean was also a little afraid of Luna. You couldn't blame him though, she pinned him to the ground the first day she met him.

The three walked back to the impala and drove back to the motel room without talking. They all knew that all hell was going to break loose once they got back.

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