A/N: Hello dear readers and welcome back to a short hunt story that is centered around Sam this time. I figured I needed to change it up this time and give the Sam girls a story. I hope you will enjoy this journey we are about to embark on. Reviews/Comments would be great. NC

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of SPN, and this is my own creation. Any errors are my own.

Chapter 1

The air conditioning was humming softly in the background as Dean rolled over and squinted his eyes, yawning widely as he tried to wake himself up. He rubbed his eyes so he could see and glanced around the room to see the bed across from him empty but didn't see his brother. He raised up on an elbow to look toward the bathroom seeing the door open but not hearing any sounds.

"Sammy," Dean called but already knew he wouldn't get an answer. He wasn't sure where his brother was this early in the morning after looking to see what time it was. He sat up on the side of the bed and reached for his cell to call him. As he dialed the number and put it to his ear, the door to the room was unlocked and pushed open.

"Hey," Sam greeted his brother when he saw him standing by the beds with his cell to his ear. "I picked up breakfast while I was out." Sam held up two bags before moving to the table to sit them down.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Dean huffed. "Or let me know you were heading out."

"Couldn't sleep and went for a walk," Sam shrugged as he pulled coffees from a bag and sat them on the table. "I figured you needed the rest after the last hunt."

"Yeah, well, don't do it again. What did you get for breakfast?"

"Breakfast sandwiches for you with extra bacon," Sam replied pulling them out and placing them across from him. "Oatmeal, fruit, and short stack for me."

"Oh yeah, come to papa…" Dean hummed opening the sandwich and breathing in the aroma of the food. He picked it up and took a big bite, enjoying the favors. "So good," he mumbled around the food in his mouth.

"Dude, I don't need to see your half-chewed food," Sam fussed looking at him in disgust as he spooned oatmeal into his mouth.

"Whatever," Dean responded taking another bite and chewing loudly.

Sam snorted at his brother and tried to ignore him as he continued to eat his food. He sipped his coffee glancing at his brother sideways, watching as he enjoyed his food. It still surprised him how Dean could find happiness with the littlest of things like extra bacon on a sandwich. Their lives were anything but normal and seemed to be getting weirder all the time. He looked at Dean's cell that was sitting on the table when it started to ring.

Dean looked at his cell before picking it up and answering it.

"Hello," Dean said after swallowing the food in his mouth.

"Dean, son, good to hear your voice," Bobby greeted him in a warm, fatherly voice.

"Hey, Bobby. How are things?"

"Going as well as expected. Heading out to the Roadhouse to meet up with a fellow hunter in the morning. I need help from you boys. Where are you?"

"On the outskirts of Rice Lake, Wisconsin. We just finished a hunt and were heading back your way. That is if we didn't get wind of another hunt along the way."

"Good, I have a possible case for you to check out," Bobby told him. "And it won't be much out of your way."

"What's going on?" Dean asked looking to Sam, who was listening intently.

"Had a friend of mine, Grant Carson, call me this morning. He's retired from the sheriff's department because he was injured while on duty. I helped him out years ago on a supernatural case. He knows about the supernatural and thought this might be something I might want to investigate. I can't go but thought if you boys might could maybe check it out."

"Sure Bobby, where is it?"

"Litchfield, Minnesota."

"Sammy, how far are we from Litchfield, Minnesota?" Dean asked snapping his fingers at him and pointing to Sam's laptop. He put his cell on speaker so Sam could hear too.

"Hold on," Sam grunted getting up to grab his laptop and go online to check. After a minute, he answered, "Looks like it's a little over three hours from here."

"Okay Bobby, what do we need to know?"

"Grant said there has been an unusually high number of missing person cases over the past month in Litchfield. He still consults with the police and volunteers when needed; he just doesn't do the investigating and field work."

"What's so special about these people that have gone missing?" Sam asked as he listened to Bobby talk. "People go missing every day for some reason or another."

"That's the thing Sam, Grant said the missing people are upstanding citizens with no problems with the law or personal ones. They all had jobs, families, no financial issues, one was a senior in high school and a good student. There's nothing the sheriff's department could find that would make them want to disappear. At least of their own free will."

"That does sound strange. And the locals have no leads on any of them? No bodies have showed up yet. None have come back?"

"Nope, it's like they just vanished into thin air."

"Okay Bobby, we'll head out and swing by Litchfield and check it out. You can let your friend know to be expecting us. What's his address and we'll go to him first."

"He lives on the outskirts of town on a small farm. His address is 3767 Hollow Branch Road. I'll call him so he'll be expecting you. You boys be careful and call me if you need any help."

"We will, bye Bobby," Dean told him ending the call. "Okay, Sammy, let's get going. We should be able to get to Litchfield before lunch."

"Alright," Sam grunted closing his laptop and storing it in his computer bag. "Give me a few minutes to get ready."

"Hurry it up, just don't take all day," Dean replied looking in his bag for clean clothes so he could get dressed and then pack his clothes that he had tossed to the floor and on the chair so they could leave. When Sam came from the bathroom, he took his turn and grabbed his bathroom bag. Dean gave the room one last look as Sam shouldered his bags ready to go. They headed out to the Impala and stored their bags in the trunk before getting in and heading for the interstate.

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The brothers were about ten miles from Litchfield and Dean decided to stop for gas and let Sam get directions to Grant Carson's farm. He pulled off the highway and into a convenience store parking lot.

"I'm going to fill my Baby. Go do your thing and see where this Carson's place is located."

"Alright," Sam grunted as he got out and stretched, rolling his shoulders to get the stiffness out. He headed for the front doors and went inside, pausing to search for the restrooms. He spotted the sign and strolled that way to take care of business. He came out shortly afterwards and went to the cooler section to grab a drink. Sam went to the cashier but stopped at a rack that had maps of the area. After looking them over, he found a map of Litchfield and snagged it too.

"Catch," Dean called to him in passing as he tossed the car keys his way and continued to the back of the store to the restrooms.

Sam grabbed the keys in his left hand before they hit the floor and turned back to the cashier. He paid for his purchases and headed back outside to get into the car. He unfolded the map to look at the list of roads, searching for Hollow Branch Road. He ran his finger over the map, tracing the path they would need to take to get to the farm.

"Did you find the farm?" Dean asked dropping into the driver's seat before looking over at Sam.

"Yes, it should be easy to find and we're lucky it's on this side of town," Sam replied folding the map down smaller leaving the part he needed exposed.

"Okay, spill it," Dean said starting the car and looking at Sam for directions before he pulled out.

"Right," Sam huffed looking down at the map before giving Dean directions.

Dean got back on the highway, following Sam's directions and twenty minutes later pulled up to a well kept looking farmhouse. There was a large front porch that ran the length of the house with rockers and a swing at one end. The lawn was mowed and trimmed and there were flowers in beds on either side of the walkway to the porch. A garage sat on one side of the house and Dean could see what looked like a small garden behind the house.

"Nice doggie," Dean exclaimed when a large German shepherd bound from around the house barking loudly and growling at them. He stood still by the Impala as the dog guarded the house, not letting them near it.

"Should you beep the horn?" Sam asked softly as he stared at the guard dog whose hackles were standing up down his back as he showed his teeth and growled.

"Moses, that's enough," an older man called to the dog from the open front door. "Excuse him boys, he takes his job seriously," Grant joked snapping his fingers and silenced Moses who moved to his master's side.

"Hello sir," Sam greeted him. "We're friends of Bobby Singer. I'm Sam, and that's my brother Dean."

"Yes, yes, I've been expecting you. Come on in. Name's Grant and I hope you can help me with this case."

Dean and Sam stepped onto the porch and followed Grant into the house. They studied the older gentleman thinking he was not what they expected. Grant was as tall as Dean with a stout body that showed he kept in shape. His dark hair and trimmed beard were peppered with grey, and his brown eyes were filled with intelligence and wisdom. His skin was tanned and weathered from working outside.

"Why don't we meet in the kitchen?" Grant offered. "I have coffee or tea if you boys are thirsty."

"We're good sir," Dean replied giving his surroundings a brief once over. The house was neat, orderly, and homey. He could tell that a woman's touch had made the place seem so warm, inviting and wondered where she might be.

"How is Bobby doing these days?" Grant asked motioning to the kitchen table while he poured a cup of coffee.

"Still as ornery as ever," Dean told him.

"That sounds about right," Grant chuckled.

"Sir, I don't mean to be rude or distrustful, but would you mind if we did a few tests to be sure you're human? You need be careful in our line of work." Dean asked.

"Of course not, I understand," Grant replied looking curiously at Dean as he removed a flash from his pocket. "Sammy," he nodded to the cabinets wanting him to find some glasses.

"The cabinet by the sink," Grant offered.

Sam got up and opened the cabinet getting out three small glasses. He sat them in front of Dean so he could pour holy water into each.

"Drink this, it's holy water, and we'll do the same, so you know we're good too."

"Alright," Grant agreed accepting the glass and drinking the water, watching as the brothers did the same.

"Pure silver," said Sam pulling a small knife from his pocket. He pressed the blade to his skin and then to Dean's bare skin before doing the same with Grant. "No reaction."

"One other small thing," Dean said holding his hand out so Sam could prick his finger and draw blood. He watched as Sam did the same to one of his fingers and they looked to Grant to see if he would object to the last test.

"Here you go," Grant offered holding out his hand for Sam to prick a finger. "Well, I guess we're all human," he surmised taking a napkin to wipe the spot of blood away. He saw a look of acceptance pass over the brothers' faces and felt like he was now included in their inner circle. "Did Bobby tell you how we met?"

"Only that he helped you with a supernatural issue," Sam replied.

"Yeah, I was several years on the force when we had some deaths that couldn't be explained. It was frustrating to not be able to figure it out. I kept looking into the deaths when Bobby showed up flashing an FBI badge and telling the sheriff he was here to help with the cases. I got assigned to keep him out of the sheriff's hair and one thing led to another. I made him tell me what was going on and helped him to take out the vengeful spirit that was killing his relatives."

"Wow," Dean commented. "That's one way of being introduced to our world. So, have you had any other leads on the case?"

"I think I have, let me get my notes," Grant told them getting up to leave the room.

"What do you think?" Sam mumbled after he left.

"He seems capable and intelligent," Dean answered and stopped talking when Grant came back with folders in his hands.

"After talking to Bobby, I decided to do a little investigating myself," Gran told them as he sat back down. "Since I still consult with the sheriff's department, I was able to use their resources and I'm concerned with what I found." He opened one folder and gave it to Sam and another he gave to Dean.

"What is this?" Dean asked accepting the folder and taking the papers out.

"These are reports of missing cases from other cities across the northeastern states," Grant tried to explain. "Six months ago, the same thing happened in the city you have Sam and three months ago it happened in the one you have Dean."

"So, whoever is doing this is making their way across the country," Sam surmised as he started to scan the papers Grant had printed out.

"Did they ever find any of the bodies or did any of the people show up?" Dean questioned.

"Yes, hold on," Grant said shuffling through the papers he still had. "Here it is. A body was found of a missing man from ten months ago in another city. The strange thing about it was the body seemed mummified, like his bodily fluids and life were drained from him. Does this sound like something along your line of work?"

"It could be," Sam replied as he concentrated on the reports. His mind was already compiling a list of monsters and working out their next moves in his head.

"Why don't we go get a motel room in town and look over what you've found here," Dean told Grant glancing at Sam and knowing that look. He was using that huge brain of his to start working on the case. "Do you have reports on the current missing person cases here?"

"Yes, in this folder," Grant replied. "Look, why don't you boys stay here with me? I've got extra bedrooms and it's free. I know you guys don't get paid for the job you do and to be honest, I wouldn't mind the company. Since my wife passed away two years ago and the kids are grown and moved away, I don't have much company. They come to visit on holidays and during the summer, but they have their own lives that keep them busy. It does get lonely here by myself now that Maggie is gone."

Dean looked to Sam as silent communications passed between them and Sam nodded slightly it was fine with him.

"Alright, sounds good," Dean decided. "Since you're involved already, you can help us."

"Wonderful," Grant nodded. "Why don't you go get your things and I'll show you where the bedrooms and bathroom are you can use, and I'll see what I have for lunch."

"How about this," Dean suggested. "You let Sammy and me get our things inside, and we'll run into town and get some groceries? It's the least we can do since you're letting us stay here for free."

"You don't have to do that," Grant insisted.

"Please, it would make us feel better," Sam offered. "You're doing us a big favor letting us stay here."

"Well, alright then. It's a deal, now go get your things."

Dean and Sam headed back outside to get their bags and met Grant in the foyer. He led them down a hall to the back of the house where two bedrooms were located with a full bathroom between them. They dropped their bags in the bedrooms and got directions to the nearest grocery store. They planned on getting food for about a week hoping it wouldn't take any longer to figure this mystery out.