The birds were chirping, Sam was wearing a suit and tie and carrying a bouquet of various flowers. No roses. He was through the otherwise deserted cemetery when he sighed and stopped at a gravestone.

It read "Jessica Lee Moore, Beloved Daughter, January 24th 1984 – November 2nd 2005".

There was a small picture of a Jess smiling softly set into the stone above her name. A black and white picture was leaning against the stone between a white teddy bear and a wooden box with a crucifix leaning on the picture; several other objects were set around the head stone.

Sam looked between the flowers and the gravestone, "I, uh…"

He laughed bitterly, "You always said roses were, were lame, so I brought you, uh..."

He looked at the picture, and away, he was holding back tears.

He stepped closer.

"Jess… oh God…"

He knelt down to set down the flowers, "I should've protected you. I should've told you the truth."

He laid the flowers against the crucifix. An arm covered in dirt shot out of the ground and grabbed Sam by the wrist.

I saw Sam shoot up, poor guy… I felt horrible.

Sam blinked and rubbed his eyes.

Dean looked over, concerned, "You ok?"

He glanced quickly at Dean, "I'm fine."

I sighed and mumbled under my breath, "I'm really sorry."

They ignored me.

Dean nods, "Another nightmare?"

Sam just cleared his throat.

"You wanna drive?"

He laughed, "Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that."

Dean acted like he wasn't concerned, "Just thought you might want to. Never mind."

"Look man," Sam started, "I know you guys are worried about me. I get it and thank you, but I'm perfectly ok."

I shook my head, 'not buying it.'

Dean looks at him disbelievingly, then back at the road, "Mh-hm…"

Sam grabbed a map, "Ok so where are we?"

"Outside of grand junction," I told him, remembering from the episode. 'What are we hunting again? I can't remember what it was called.' I thought to myself. 'It was something with a w. Wendillow? No, um willy-? No…'

I didn't watch season one as often as I watched the others. But I knew the thing ate people…

SAM folded down the map, which was of Colorado and had a large red X labeled 35-111, "You know what? Maybe we shouldn't have left Stanford so soon…"

Dean said, "Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica—"

Sam cut him off, "We gotta find Dad first."

"Look, Dad disappearing," Dean paused, "and this thing showing up again after twenty years, it's no coincidence."

"Do you want my input?" I asked.

"No," Sam told me, glaring.

"Well, I'm gonna give it too you anyway, I say we need to do something." I told him.

Dean nodded, "I agree with the red head."

I smiled in victory, nice, even though my hair is a bit more brown than red… like mahogany.

Sam sighed, but got back to the task at hand, "It's weird, man. These coordinates he sent us. This Blackwater ridge."

Dean looked at him, "Yea, what about it?"

"There's nothing there. It's just woods."

Sam put down the map, "Why is he sending us to the middle of no where?"

We drove past a sign that said, "Welcome to Lost Creek Colorado National Park."

SAM looked at a 3D map of the forest, paying attention to the ridge labeled "BLACKWATER RIDGE", while Dean looked at the directions.

"It's cut off by these canyons here; rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place." Sam commented.

Dean wasn't paying attention, "Hey dude, check out the size of this freaking bear."

I looked, "Damn that's a big bear! I wonder how much jerky you could get out of 'em"

They looked at me weird.

"What you've never had bear jerky?" I asked.

They shook their heads.

I shrugged, "We'll have to fix that."

Sam ignored me, and continued like I had never spoken, "And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike, that's for sure."

A forest ranger—Ranger Wilkinson—walked up behind us, when he spoke Sam and Dean whipped around, startled.

"You boys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" he asked.

Sam shook his head, "Oh, no, sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper."

He laughed a little. I grinned and raised my fist, "Recycle!"

The ranger raised an eyebrow, "Bull."

Sam's eyes flicked to Dean; Dean didn't move.

"You're friends with that Haley girl, right?"

Dean was about to say something, but I cut in, "You caught us, she's a good friend of ours."

Wilkinson looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here talking to us, "Well I will tell you exactly what we told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn't be back from Blackwater until the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing persons now, is it?"

Dean shook his head.

"Tell that girl to quit worrying, I'm sure her brother's just fine."

"We will," Dean nodded, "Well that Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?"

The ranger snorted, "That is putting it mildly."

Dean acts like he just had a brilliant idea. "Actually you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date."

The ranger eyed Dean. Dean raised his eyebrow.

We left the ranger station. Dean is holding the piece of paper and laughing.

Sam looked at him, "What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?"

Dean smirked, "what do ya' mean?"

"The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad. I mean, why even talk to this girl?" Sam asked.

Sam and Dean stood on opposite sides of the impala. I walked around to the back, and got in.

"I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?" Dean commented.

There was a pause, and Dean looked at Sam.

"What?" Sam asked seeing the look.

"Since when are you all shoot first ask questions later, anyway?" Dean asked.

"Since now."

Sam turned around and got in the car.

"Really?" Dean asked in a "Seriously?" kinda way.

Dean got in the car too.

The rest of the car ride was in silence. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a spoon.

"So what's our story?" Dean asked cutting through the silence.

"Park Rangers?" Sam offered. I nodded in assent. That's what they were in the show. Things were still going the way they did last time.

"Sounds good." Dean answered. The car was once again plunged into silence. Dean's eyes flicked from Sam, whose lips were set in a tight line as he glared out the window, than to me.

He sighed heavily.

"You guys need to stow your crap."

"What?" Sam demanded sharply.

"Until we're done with this hunt you guys are going to have to put your problems on the back burner or one of you is going to get us killed." Dean told us.

"Are you kidding me Dean!?" Sam cried indignantly. "She got Jess killed!" He growled.

"Okay that is so not fair!" I yelled in my defense. "That was going to happen regardless if I was there or not. You have the yellow eyed demon to blame not me." I finished angrily. My features softened though when I thought of how much pain Sam was going through.

"Listen Sam, I truly am sorry-"

"Just stop." He cut me off, glaring at me. "You being 'sorry' doesn't mean crap! You could've warned us! You could have told me that she was gonna-" His voice broke and he looked away.

"Sam I couldn't tell you! Certain things have to happen that I can't change no matter how much I want them to change. Besides I came back! I was going to save her!"

He spun around and scoffed.

"Yeah lot of good it did her!" He said angrily.

I sighed not knowing what else to say. This isn't what I wanted to happen. I didn't want Sam to be mad at me. I didn't want either of the boys to be mad at me. This was every fangirl's dream, to travel around with the Winchesters. But in literally a day of being in this world Sam couldn't stand the sight of me.

That stupid pdf I left myself didn't tell me how to deal with any of the fallout...THE PDF!

I hadn't checked it since we finished the last hunt. I whipped out my phone and opened the pdf to see what instructions my future self left me.

"EPISODE 2: MUST READ!

I know you feel like you screwed up, and you're mad at me… you… us? (This is confusing) but don't give up hope; all isn't lost. Things will get better, give Sammy time, he's hurting.

P.S. Carry on my wayward son.

P.S.S. Here's some helpful advice

Things to carry with you are:

Salt: always carry it, ALWAYS. I cannot stress this enough.

Iphone: You'll never know when you'll need it, and it's silver just a heads up, you can use it to test if someone's a shifter.

Iron: don't let them get the jump on you; get the jump on them.

Packets of coffee: You won't be stopping at starbucks very much, and we love this coffee. Your best bet is to buy packets of it in bulk, or brew mix.

Gun: Self explanatory."

I looked up from my phone relieved. Sam wouldn't hate me forever.

I mean that was a given but it was still nice to know that things would smooth over. I still felt awful though, that I couldn't do anything to make him feel better.

Poor moose.

We stood at the door waiting for someone to answer. Sure enough the door opened to reveal Haley Collins.

Dean put on his professional voice, "You must be Haley Collins. I'm Dean," He motioned to Sam, "this is Sam, and this is Rebecca Williams, we're, ah, we're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother Tommy."

Haley hesitated, "Let me see some I.D."

Dean pulled a fake I.D. out of his pocket, this time the name was "Samuel Cole". He held it up against the screen. Haley looked at it, then at Dean. He smiled.

She opened the door, "Come on in."

"Thanks," Dean commented.

The door swung open, and Haley caught a glimpse of the impala, "That yours?"

Sam looked back at the impala.

Dean nodded, "Uh, yeah."

"Nice car," She said, her tone appreciative.

"I know right?" I smiled.

Haley turned to lead us into the kitchen, where Ben was sitting at the table on the laptop that held one of the most important clues to the case.

Dean turned his head and mouthed 'what?' Sam just rolled his eyes.

Sam was asking Haley some questions, "So if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?"

Haley came back into the room holding a bowl; she set it down on the table.

"He checks in every day by cell." She told Sam, "He emails, photos, stupid little videos—we haven't heard anything in over three days now."

"Well, maybe he can't get cell reception," Sam suggested.

Haley shook her head, "He's got a satellite phone, too."

'What's that?' I mouthed to Sam. He just gave me a look. I shook my head, I'm from 2014, what do you expect?

Dean shrugged, "Could it be he's just having fun and forgot to check in?"

Ben's face shot up from the laptop in aggravation, "He wouldn't do that!"

Dean eyed Ben. Ben huffed and looked away. Haley put some more food on the table.

"Our parents are gone," She told him, "It's just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other."

"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked.

Haley nodded, "Yeah."

On the laptop, she pulled up the pictures, "That's Tommy."

'What the heck is a satellite phone? Is it like… 4G or something? I'll have to look that up.' I wondered, apparently Sam was talking. Pay attention Becca!

"Hey, do you mind forwarding these to me?"

"Sure," Haley told him.

Someone broke a game of pool. A waitress went past carrying beer. We sat down at a table.

"So guys," I said, "I'm still confused, what is a satellite phone, is it like 4G?"

They looked at me funny.

"What's 4G, is that like some kinky porn website?" Dean asked.

Sam scoffed at Dean.

I face tabled, "How do you people survive!"

They chuckled, but I spoke up, "You still didn't answer my question, what is a satellite phone?"

Sam spoke up, though he spoke to me with a distant voice, like he didn't want to talk to me, "It's like, it gets service through the satellites in the orbit, instead of regular cell phone service."

"Oh."

Sam then started talking about the case, "So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic; local campers mostly. But still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found."

Sam opened papa Winchester's journal… maybe I should make one of those. I'll have to buy one later.

"Yep," I commented, "Cause' the thing ate them."

Dean looked at me, "Wait what?"

I nodded.

He looked a little sickened, but said, "Any before that?"

You gotta love season 1 Sam and Dean, so innocent compared to later seasons.

Sam pulled out a newspaper article to show Dean, "Yeah, in 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack."

"Why is it always bears? "The incredible hulk killed my husband!" It was a bear, "A thing unlocked the door to my cabin, snuck in, ate my parents!" It's just a big grizzly. Yes because that makes perfect sense!" I ranted.

Dean laughed, "Geez, you a friend of the bears now?"

I shook my head, "No, but I can't stand idiots, who cares if they don't know what we know, they should be smart enough to know a bear can't unlock a damn door."

They chuckled, Sam half-heartedly. It seemed that he was going to ease up on me like Dean suggested, not forgive me or anything but ease up a little, and I was grateful.

Dean read the headlines for the Lost Creek Gazette.

"GRIZZLY BEAR ATTACKS!

UP TO EIGHT HIKERS VANISH IN LOST CREEK AREA

HIKERS DISAPPEARANCE BAFFLE AUTHORITIES'

Families continue search and rescue efforts in spite of disappointing [...]"

Sam pulled out his laptop, "And again in 1959 and again before that in 1936."

Every twenty-three years, just like clockwork. Okay. Watch this. Here's a clincher." Sam said, "I downloaded that guy Tommy's video to the laptop. Check this out."

I smiled, this was my chance to shine, and I wasn't the world's biggest supernatural fan for nothing.

"EWW! I know these quotes!" I imitated Sam's voice, "That's three frames. That's a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move."

"Dean hits Sam, Sam looks at Dean; Dean says," I imitated Dean, "Told you something weird was going on."

"Sam says "Yeah," and he shuts the laptop, then you say," I imitated Sam again, "I got one thing though."

"Then you hold up a newspaper, and say "In 'fifty-nine one camper survived this supposed grizzly attack. Just a kid, barely crawled out of the woods alive." I said excitedly, "I won a contest for who could recite a whole scene, I won a DVD boxed set of season's 1-8, and two con tickets!"

They looked at me like I was freaking nuts, or that I told them I watched them while they slept… well technically- never mind!

I smiled, "There I just saved you about two minutes."

They would not stop staring at me.

I laughed, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

Dean shook his head. Sam went back to brooding.

"Do we have to go see Shaw now, or can we get a motel?" I asked, "I need a shower. I'll tell you what would've happened if you went there."

I had never been happier to see a crappy motel in my life. Dean unlocked it and I ran inside.

"So yeah, it unlocks the door, drags his parents from their cabin, and left him with a giant scar," I finished once they came in.

And with that, I dropped my phone on my bed, and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I decided not to take part in their little chat, there wasn't much I could add, and I haven't had a shower in three days.

Sam and Dean walked the corridor, rooms on either side.

They were in the middle of a discussion.

"Spirits and demons don't have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls," Dean stated.

Sam raised an eyebrow, "How do we know Rebecca was even telling the truth?"

"Well she knew our whole conversation, creepy or not, it sounds like she knows her stuff," Dean replied.

"Watching something on TV, and living it are two different things," Sam pointed out.

"What do we do?" Dean scoffed, "send her home? Like we can do that."

Sam sighed heavily.

Dean looked over at him, "Like I said earlier, stow your crap Sammy!"

Sammy sighed, but nodded, "So it's probably something else, something corporeal."

Dean smirked, "Corporeal? Excuse me, professor."

"Shut up." Sam told him, "So what do you think?"

"The claws, the speed that it moves...could be a skin-walker, maybe a black dog." Dean reasoned, "Whatever we're talking about, we're talking about a creature, and it's corporeal. Which means we can kill it."

We all stood at the trunk of the impala.

Dean opened said trunk, then the weapons box, which he propped open with a shotgun. He put some guns in the duffel bag.

"Don't forget flame throwers!" I told him.

Dean rolled his eyes, but put a couple in the bag.

"We cannot let that Haley girl go out there," Sam piped up.

"Oh yeah? What are we gonna tell her? That she can't go into the woods because of a big scary monster?" Dean asked looking at his like he was being ridiculous.

Sam nodded, "Yeah."

Dean looked at Sam, "Her brother's missing, Sam. She's not gonna just sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend."

"I don't think it's fuzzy," I commented.

They ignored me.

Dean picked up the duffel.

"What finding dad's not enough?" Sam glared.

He slammed the weapons box shut, then the trunk.

"Now we gotta babysit them too?" Sam growled.

I ignored the babysitting comment and shouted at them.

"Put the rulers away and shut up!" I yelled.

Sam glared at me.

Dean threw the duffle bag at him.