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Hermione's eyes snapped open, and she cringed at the blaring sunlight that greeted her. She took a few shaky breaths, and leant back against the seat. The cloaked figures from her dream haunted her thoughts, and she rubbed her arms, remembering the intense cold the creatures had brought. For a moment, she wondered if Sam or Dean had ever come across one. If they even existed in the first place.

Sam glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Are you alright?" He asked, noticing her discomfort.

Hermione nodded, pushing away the thoughts of the dark creatures. "Where are we?"

"Charlotte, Carolina."

From the passenger seat, there was a low groan, and Dean sat up. Hermione assumed he had just woken up as well. "Sam, what the hell are we doing in Charlotte?" He yawned.

Sam rolled his eyes. "Remember? We found that case last night." He shook his head. "I guess you were pretty beat, huh?"

Dean's mouth formed an o, as he recalled the previous night. "Oh yeah, that girl right?"

"What girl?" Hermione asked, clueless. She must have have fallen asleep long before then.

"A girl was found dead in her bathroom." Dean explained. "The words 'I wasn't pretty enough' were carved into her chest." Hermione's eyes widened, and she subconsciously looked down at her own, scarless chest. "So, you're going to chill at the motel while we check out the case." Dean continued.

Hermione frowned. "Or you can stay at the motel, while Sam and I check out the case."

Dean chuckled. "Sorry kid, you're a little young to pass off as FBI."

Hermione crossed her arms over her chest. "So what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"We'll get a room with a TV."

"This is stupid." Hermione pouted. Dean and Sam had gotten a room with a television alright. She was supposed to watch an episode of some children's sitcom titled the Suite Life of Zack and Cody while they were out hunting some dangerous creature. How fair was that?

"We'll keep you updated." Dean promised, slipping on his leather jacket.

"You better."

Sam handed Hermione his cell phone. "Just in case."

Hermione watched Sam and Dean leave the motel. She glanced at the television and sighed. This was what kids her age were supposed to do, so why did she feel like she'd drawn the short straw?

"Stupid Winchesters." Hermione muttered, knowing full well she wasn't really mad at them, but at her age and inability to help.

She shivered. The heating in the motel room wasn't working too well. Hermione unzipped her duffle and grabbed her old pink hoodie. The fabric was soft to the touch and felt familiar, and safe. She snuggled into it, and jumped onto the bed. A small object fell out of one of the pockets. Her brow furrowed, and she pushed off the bed to examine whatever she'd dropped.

"What the…" She frowned, staring at the small pouch.

"I just, I can't believe she's gone." The woman sobbed. She'd been crying throughout the entire interrogation, and the Winchester brothers were doing their best to understand her through the sniffles. Sam had been rather sympathetic, but Dean wasn't sure how much more of it he could take.

"Mrs. Carter, did Chelsea have any enemies? People who would want to hurt her?" Sam asked, eyeing the growing pile of tissues on the coffee table.

"What?" Her eyes widened, and more tears streamed down her cheeks. "I don't think so."

"Do you mind if I see the bathroom?" Dean asked, trying to ignore the woman's emotions. Sam was much better at the whole 'comfort' thing. EMF was more his style.

The woman shook her head. "Down the hall, first door on the left." Dean nodded, and left the living space.

"That day, did she act strange?" Sam asked. "Was anything out of place? That you can think of?" Mrs. Carter shook her head. "What about her father, where's he?"

"He's away on a business trip." She answered, blowing her nose. "He couldn't get a flight till Sunday."

"I see, let us know if you think of anything that could be relevant."

"Even if it seems strange." Dean added, returning from the hall.

"I will." She promised.

Dean and Sam left the distressed woman's house, and stopped outside of the Impala to share information.

"So, the mother doesn't know anything." Sam concluded.

Dean scoffed. "I kinda figured that. Didn't find much in the bathroom, but the EMF meter went mad."

"Should we check out the morgue?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, hang on." He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed Sam's number. Sam's cell rang twice before Hermione finally picked up.

"Hello?" Hermione answered.

"Hey, you doing okay?" Dean asked.

"Fine." She sighed. "Just watched Zack and Cody solve a ghost problem of their own. You find anything?"

Dean shook his head. "Kind of, the mother was a dead end, but we found EMF. We're going to check out the morgue."

"Codenames?" Hermione questioned.

Dean chuckled. "Agents Wayne and Gordon."

Hermione laughed. "Tell Gordon I said hi."

"We won't be long." Dean promised, then added, "unless we find something, okay?"

"Got it."

"See ya."

"Bye."

Dean hung up, and slipped the cell back into his jacket pocket.

Sam turned to his brother and pushed the hair out of his face. "You know, Dean, we should get back to looking for her parents. The less time she spends with us, the better. I mean, she has a family somewhere.

Sam's words caught Dean off guard, and he froze. Sam stared at him expectantly, and he finally managed to stumble out words. "Yeah, yeah you're right."

"Dean?"

"Come on."

"Pretty deep cut." Sam noted, grimacing. "Have you heard of anything like this?"

Dean shrugged. "Nope. But the EMF meter went bezerk. Worth digging into. Vengeful spirit, maybe?"

"Maybe. But they've been living in that house for a while it seems, and this hasn't happened to anybody else." Sam replied, covering the corpse with the sheet.

"Cursed object?"

"Worth looking into."

Hermione set aside Sam's phone, and eyed the pouch suspiciously. It was roughly the size of her fist, beaded at the bottom, and had stripes colored in purples, greys and pinks. Slowly, she reached into the pouch. She felt around a bit. There had to be a few books of some sort in there, along with other objects. But how could they fit in there? Her eyes widened as she realized her whole arm had disappeared inside the small pouch..

A/N: Sorry for the long wait, I've been doing other things. Reading, studying, watching netflix, etc. Not sure how I'm going to last till October. Hopefully the four seasons of Doctor Who I need to catch up on will take my mind off of SPN. Anyways, thanks for the reviews, favorites and follows!