Chapter Two

The next morning, the owner of the Impala- Dean Winchester, woke up in his and his brother's motel room. He groaned sitting up in the queen size bed.

"Morning." A familiar voice belonging to the man's brother- Sam Winchester, who was sitting at the small table by the front window. His laptop opened and papers spread through the table, searching for their latest hunting job. The older brother swung his legs to the edge of the bed and stood to his feet before walking over. His eyes looked at the table, excepting his younger brother to give gotten coffee, but there was none.

"No Coffee?" Dean questioned. Sam's eyes left his laptop, looking up at his brother.

"Sorry." Sam replied, not looking up from his work. Dean scoffed at his brother. Sam's eyes left his laptop, looking up at his brother. "You know Dean sometimes it would be nice for you to grab coffee." Sam remarked. Dean stared at him for a moment.

"Alright then." Dean mumbled, then walked towards the door, grabbing his jacket with his car keys along the way. "I'll be back." he announced, grabbing the handle and ripping to open as he walked out. He slammed it behind him and walked down the path away.

Spotting his car, who he named 'Baby', he reached into his pocket, taking out the keys. He walked around the front of Baby, then grabbed the handle. Just before he was about to open the driver's side, he noticed something in the back seat.

"What the hell?" He leaned to the back window and his body teased up, seeing someone sleeping in the back. He couldn't see their face due to the way they were laying, but he could see their long blonde hair. Dean felt around his waist for his gun but realized his left it in the motel room. Frustrated, he left, storming towards his motel room.

The door swung open, slammed shut behind Dean. Sam flickered his eyes up towards his older brother, who was walking directly over to his nightstand table and picking up his gun.

"Wow, what's wrong?" Sam asked, standing up from his chair. He walked around the table as Dean turned around, stuffing his gun into the back of his pants. He stood there and chuckled, stroking his chin with his fingers. "Dean, talk to me."

Dean's eyes flickered up to Sam's. "Some blonde chick broke into the car." He started. "And decided to sleep in the backseat. Like freaking goldilocks!" Sam sighed. He thought it would be more serious. This was still serious, but not life and death.

"How many times have I told you to lock the car, Dean?" He questioned his brother.

"I've never had to." Dean answered. "Dad never did." Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket. "Plus no one can open the trunk without the keys."

"Someone can and did break into the car." Sam reminded him as if Dean didn't tell Sam two seconds ago. "Besides, what were you gonna do with your gun? Shoot them?" Sam asked, hoping that wasn't what Dean was planning on doing.

"Maybe." He shrugged. Sam sighed, shaking his head. "Hey who would he stupid enough to break in a hunter's car if they didn't know who we were?" He protested. Sam opened his mouth, but no words came out. He walked towards the motel door and left with Dean following behind him to the parking lot.

Inside the Impala, Kelly turned in her sleep, letting out a small moaning. She was still asleep when the Winchester brothers approached the car. They peaked inside at the blonde-haired girl in the backseat, and their eyebrows raised- now being able to see the girl's face.

"Is that-" Sam started to question, then looked at Dean. "What would she be doing here?" Dean's eyes looked at Sam's, then flickered onto the girl. "Why wouldn't she have just called us? Or Cass?" Sam continued with the questions. Dean didn't have any good answers, but he had a feeling in his gut that this girl wasn't who they thought she was.

Without saying anything to his brother, Dean took a few steps away from the car and pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket. Sam was unsure what his brother was doing until he came back over a few minutes later-visibly upset and angry.

"Dean?"

Dean hesitated, licking his bottom lip, then flickered his eyes up to Sam.

"Sam…" He began, then took his hand out of his pocket. He pointed at the girl as he said,

"That's not Claire."