Salvation, Iowa

"What's our next move?" I asked. "You know, before this thing burns down another house and ruins another family."

"There's signs." John explained. "It took me a while to see the pattern but it's there in the days before these fires signs crop up in an area." I walked over to the table, studying the papers he had spread out. "Cattle deaths, temperature fluctuations, electrical storms." All signs of demonic omens. "And then I went back and checked and..." He stopped.

It wasn't to hard to figure out where he was going with this. "These things happened in Lawrence?" Dean asked.

John nodded, "A week before your mother died." I felt a familiar sting of sorrow at the reminder of the mother I never knew. "And in Palo Alto...before Jessica." I looked at Sam who had a clenched jaw. "And these signs, they're starting again."

I pulled the curtain aside to look out the window. "And that's where the demon is."

The family kept talking behind me. "Where?" Sam asked.

John answered, "Salvation, Iowa."

Not an hour later were we leaving town heading to Salvation, the boys and I in the impala trailing after John's truck. "What's he doing?" I demanded from the back seat when John pulled over.

When we pulled over, I quickly climbed out to where John was cursing loudly. "What is it?" Dean asked quickly.

John cursed loudly again, climbing out the truck. "I just got a call from Caleb."

"Who?" I asked.

"An old hunter friend of mine." John explained.

"Is he okay?" Dean asked urgently.

"He's fine." John said but he had worst news coming. "Jim Murphy's dead." I looked at him surprised, wasn't that the guy that Sam or Dean would call looking for new leads on dad?

"How?" I asked. It was a little suspicious he would die now of all times.

"His throat was slashed." John said. "He bled out." Most likely alone, that was a scary thought. "Caleb said they found traces of sulfur at Jim's place."

"A demon?" Dean asked and John nodded. "The demon?" I peeked up like I always at the mention of the creature that ruined our lives.

"I don't know." John shrugged. "Could be he just got careless, he slipped up."

I scoffed, "Does anyone here actually believe that."

"Maybe the demon knows we're getting close." John suggested.

"What do we do?" Dean asked.

"Now we act like every second counts." John said, looking from one of his children to the next. "There's two hospitals and a health center in this county. We cover more ground by splitting into three groups. I want records of every infant that's going to be six months old in the next week."

My eyes nearly popped from my head. "You have got to be kidding?!"

"That can be dozens of kids." Sam protested. "How do we m law which ones the right one."

"We check them all, that's how." John said firmly. I wanted to point out there was no way to know for certain which it would be even if we do check them all. "You got any better ideas." He had a point, what else could we do?

We all got back into our cars and left for town.

I was dressed all neatly with my hair pulled back, closing the last of my over dusty books. I had a list of names for infants in the notebook next to me. Sam was around here somewhere doing his own half of the research. I tensed when a hand was put on my shoulder, prepared to knife someone. "Hey, I thought that was you." Derek pressed a kiss to my cheek.

"Derek," I stood pleased, even with a blush staining my cheek. The kiss on the cheek wasn't something I usually got from guys I were into. It seemed all that more intimate that anything I ever had before. "What are you doing here in...Salvation." I said nervously, leaning up a bit on my toes to kiss his lips.

Derek smiled as we parted, he missed that mouth and those eyes and messy hair. "I was just passing through actually, planned on leaving in a few hours actually."

"Yes!" I blurted out quickly, grasping my notebook. "You should like, leave town...now."

Derek frowned, remembering the last time she sounded like this. During that time in the really weird small town several months ago just after they first met. (See Scarecrow episodes). "Dangerous job...CSI?" He guessed not for the first time.

"Yes," I agreed with the dangerous job, holding my notebook of names. "And no for the CSI." As we had our talk, Sam was just around the corner having a painful vision of the yellow eyed demon in a nursery.

"Chris! Where are you, we gotta go!" Sam called when he snapped out of it, rubbing his head.

"Duty calls." I sighed heavily, leaning up to kiss him quickly. I went to leave but Derek grabbed my wrist, pulling me back. I moaned when I connected with his lips against mine. This kiss was certainly more firmer with more growing emotion behind it then the last. We slowly pulled away and that was when I remembered. "By the way, you remember my brother Dean?"

Derek seemed to pale, "The really muscular guy that looks like he could snap me in to without trying?"

"Well thing is, he wants to meet you." I grinned as Derek's panicked look. "Don't worry, he just wants to make sure you're 'good enough for me' or something." I kissed his cheek. "Text me Derek." Before running off.

"Fuck." Derek ran a hand through his hair pacing. He liked Chris, a lot more than he'd liked anyone. How was he going to impress her big brother enough to where he wouldn't get between him and Chris.

Outside the Salvation Medical Center, Sam explained to me his vision as we walked across the street to the park. I pulled out the map so he might be able to pinpoint exactly where his vision took place, only for Sam to nearly collapse as another vision struck.