Author's Note: So... I was watching Supernatural and reading one of my favourite book series of all time: Skulduggery Pleasant! And I thought - 'What would it be like if Valkyrie was sucked into the world of Sam and Dean?' Please Comment because I honestly have no idea how this will turn out!

Winchester and Cain Chapter 01 - Pilot

Valkyrie's P.O.V

"Give it up, Nadir!" I called out to the man at the edge of the warehouse, Skulduggery and I had been told that the recently escaped Silas Nadir was spotted hanging around an old, abandoned warehouse on the edge of Dublin, so Skulduggery and I had gone to rearrest him and put him back in the gaol, where he belonged. Silas Nadir turned with a malicious smirk painted on his cruel, unshaven face. He raised something and I saw it glint in the dusty fading lamplight, immediately Skulduggery's gun snapped into his gloved hand and he started firing, Silas dived out the way and covered behind some old looking crates, I sighed and clicked my fingers, casting a look at my skeleton partner, "I'll go in close range, you stand and shoot... Just try not to hit me, ok?" With one last smirk I ran forward into the gloom, Silas was hiding by the crates with what looked like with his ankle trapped in an old fisherman's net, I grinned: this was just too easy. I stalked forward with a flame dancing in my palm, I was two steps from him when I noticed the escaped criminal still had a knowing grin on his face. He suddenly jumped up - his foot not trapped in the net at all, I fell back a little from shock and cried out in surprise. Silas charged towards me and aimed punches at my shoulder, the clothes Ghastly had made me absorbed the blows and had little effect on my arm. I simply smirked at Nadir's confused expression and caught the man with a throat jab, following with a roundhouse kick to the jaw. Silas fell to the ground, a dazed look replacing the confused look, I grinned down at the man as my hand went in my pocket for my set of handcuffs. I saw too late the gun in the man's hand as he fired twice to my chest, the bullets were well aimed at my ribcage and stomach and I doubled over - the bullets didn't pass through my clothing but they knocked the wind out of me.

"Valkyrie!" Skulduggery roared behind me, I heard his rushing footsteps and turned with a weak smile on my face.

"It's fine, protective clothing remem-." I was cut off as I felt an all too familiar shocking pain going down my spine, I screamed in surprise and looked back to see Nadir's hand firmly on my exposed neck, that malicious smirk plastered on his face again. "Son of a bitch!" I growled as Skulduggery caught me in his bony arms, Silas lurched forward towards us and Skulduggery didn't hesitate to fire three shots from his gun. Silas may have aimed well, but Skulduggery's accuracy was impeccable: the three shots hole punched a perfect line across Nadir's chest. The escaped convict fell with no other sound, I watched as blood pumped out onto the floor from his dead corpse.

We exited the deserted warehouse in relatively good moods, albeit Skulduggery being concerned for my health, "Are you sure you're ok?" He pressed, his pale skull glinting in the streetlights. I sighed and nodded.

"Of course I'm ok, Skul." I assured him for the billionth time, I stuffed my hands into my pockets and started humming a tune.

"Valkyrie, if I have to hear this tune again I'm afraid I'll have to pull the gun on you." Skulduggery sighed, I couldn't help but grin and rolled my eyes.

"What? It's 'Stairway to heaven', it's a classic!" I complained, holding my hands up in defence, we rounded a corner and I stumbled a little, feeling lightheaded, seconds past and I stopped walking altogether, my head pounding. "Oh great." I muttered as I felt the familiar throbbing going up and down my spine where Nadir had zapped me. I looked up to see a flickering Skulduggery looking at my with his head tilted.

"Valkyrie?" He asked, concern lacing his soft velvety voice, I groaned as he started flickering even more, eventually Skulduggery disappeared. Dublin disappeared. Ireland disappeared.

I stumbled and fell down, my hands shot out in instinct and I landed on a hot tarmac road. I groaned as I studied my grazed and bloodied hands: still, at least it's not that wacko alternate reality again. I heard a loud beeping noise and rolled out the way of a shining black car, the car missed me by inches and I squinted as the exhaust pipe spat out dark grey smoking fumes as it braked to a stop. Two young men jumped out the car and stormed over to me, I squinted and looked up at them through the glare of the sunlight. "Are you crazy, lady? You coulda been killed back there!" The shorted man shouted in a deep voice, he carried a heavy American accent. Definitely not in Ireland then.

"Where am I?" I asked, eyeing the two men warily, prepared to click my fingers if summon shadows in case they tried anything.

"You're in the middle of the frickin' Centennial Highway." The shorter man continued angrily, his hand gesturing to the long road leading off into the distance.

"Right... Where?" I asked, even more confused than before, the two men exchanged a look. The taller one with shaggy hair crouched down, his dark hazel eyes looking into mine.

"You musta hit your head pretty hard, huh?" The man murmured, he reached down and instinctively I blocked it with my elbow. Everything froze, the man in front of me held his hands up in a defensive manner, "Woah, woah. Easy there, I'm not gonna hurt you." He said in a soft tone, his hand slowly moved towards me, I shrank away a little but stopped: since when did I shrink away from people? I let the man's hand near my face, my eyes narrowed at him all the while, my thumb and third finger were instinctively pressed together to conjure a flame in case something happened. I needn't have worried: the man brushed my dark hair from my face and pressed against the side of my forehead, I gasped a little as pain blossomed, when the man withdrew his fingers they were covered in blood.

"Ouch." I laughed halfheartedly and sighed, "So, this Centennie Highway place, that's America right?" I asked.

"Uh-huh, here." The tall one stood up and offered me his hand, I took it and winced a little as the pins and needles dabbled up and down my numb legs.

"So... We didn't hit you with our car, you're not dead, you're not gonna press charges and it was nice meeting you." The shorter man said, he tugged at the taller boy's arm but the boy shrugged it off.

"Wait, please! I don't know where I am, I have no money and I have no phone signal. Please, can you help me?" I pleaded, my mind casting back to Ireland.

"Uhh, sure, sure." The taller one nodded, I sighed in relief.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." I smiled at them, welcoming the warm feeling of relief.

"Ummm Sam, bro?" The shorter man looked at the taller one - Sam, and then looked back at me, "Just 'scuse us for one moment please." He asked, I nodded and looked away as Sam allowed his friend to drag him away. I got my phone out and frowned in annoyance as I saw the lack of signal bars on the lock screen, I didn't bother to unlock it and shoved it back in my pocket angrily. The two men walked back over, the shorter one eyeing me suspiciously, but Sam's smile was open and friendly.

"Well, we've discussed it and decided to give you a lift back into the next town over, from there are you sure you can make your way home?" Sam asked, I started to shrug, but saw Sam's friend frown and nodded hastily.

"I'm sure." I nodded.

"Well, great. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean." He gestured to himself and then his brother.

"I'm Valkyrie." I smiled at the both of them.

"Valerie?" Dean asked, confusion written across his handsome features.

"Wow, if I had a pound everytime someone said that... It's Valkyrie, with a K." I corrected.

"Valkyrie. Got it." Dean replied, without another word he turned and strolled back to the car, I walked with Sam back to the car. The glossy black paint job reminded me of Skulduggery's Bentley and I sighed wistfully, running my hand across the handle.

"You like it, huh?" Dean asked, watching me with a smirk.

"Uhh yeah." It wasn't exactly a lie - it was a pretty car.

Dean was racing along up the roads, there were no other cars to be seen and Dean knew the meaning of speed, he had an old AC/DC song blasting from the speakers and I couldn't help but smile. Sam had offered to give me first aid but I declined - all it needed was an anti-bacteria swab and a clear plaster and it was good to go. "So, Valkyrie. Where are you from?" Sam asked from the passenger seat.

"I'm from a small town in Ireland, south of Dublin." I answered simply.

"And how'd a seventeen year old girl turn up in the middle of a highway alone?" Dean asked, I paused for a moment - I doubted Sam and Dean would believe me if I told him about how Silas Nadir had shunted me here.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me." I tried, to my surprise the two brother exchanged a grin and Dean glanced back at me.

"Try us." He challenged.

"Umm ok, I was working trying to arrest an escaped convict in a warehouse with my, uh, partner and he sent me to the middle of America." I told them the cliffnotes, I smiled a little when I saw Dean frown in the rearview mirror.

"Wait, wait wait... What do you mean 'sent'?"

"And what do you mean by arrest?" Sam added.

"I'm a detective." I answered Sam's question with a shrug, I wasn't going to answer Dean's, not unless I absolutely had to.

"How can you be a detective? You're seventeen, you're meant to be in school, doing teenage stuff." Sam sounded shocked and I rolled my eyes.

"You're kidding, right?" I smirked and Dean chuckled.

"Hear that Sam? Valkyrie doesn't need school, you don't need school." Dean said smugly.

"Oh yeah, Dean? Tell me Valkyrie, at home you have a family who loves you, cares for you, right?" Same asked, I suddenly thought about my reflection at home, smiling her fake smile and fake laughing with my parents. My insides turned cold and a lump appeared in my throat.

"I, uhh, guess so." I lied. An unwanted silence followed and I saw Sam looking at his phone.

"All right, so there's no one matching Dad at the hospital or morgue. That's something I guess." Sam looked at his older brother, Dean glanced at Sam and I stayed quiet, suddenly feeling like I was intruding. I looked out the windscreen and saw a bridge up ahead, two police cars were parked upon it, the red and blue lights flashing brightly, even from this distance.

"Check it out." Dean pointed to the officers that were dotted around up and down the bridge, Sam leant forward in his seat for a closer look. I wasn't surprised I was doing the same - crimes and adventure were my life, after all. Dean pulled the car over to a slow, smooth stop. The engine cut out and so did the music, he opened the glove box and I glimpsed numerous cards and badges, knowing exactly what they were. I stole a glance at Sam and saw that he was staring at his older brother incredulously, Dean merely smiled as he handed a card to his brother. "Let's go." He smirked and they both got out the car and shut it, I waited two seconds until I stepped out the car too. "Woah, this wasn't part of the deal, Valkyrie." Dean gave me a stern look, I raised an eyebrow at him and pointed to the police cars and the crashed car up on the center of the bridge.

"You're kidding me, right? I'm a detective, bloody crime scenes are my life. And besides," I reached into my pocket and pulled out my purse, I opened one of the side compartments to reveal all of the fake ID's Skulduggery had crafted me for situations like this, "You didn't think I'm not prepared for these instances do you?" I asked sweetly, Sam chuckled and Dean stayed quiet and didn't answer. "Right, let's go." I told them and walked off over to the direction of the policemen.

I walked over to the deputy leaning over the railing looking down at two officers in the river, they were both wearing wetsuits and I assumed they were trying to look for the body. "You guys find anything?" The deputy called down to them.

"No! Nothing!" The men called up to their superior. They deputy sighed and turned to another man peering into the deserted car.

"No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean." The man sighed, and looked up to his colleague, his badge told me that his name was deputy Hein.

"So this kid Troy, he's dating your daughter, isn't he?" The other deputy said, Heine sighed again and put his hands behind his head.

"Yeah."

"How's Amy doing?" The first deputy asked, I felt the air shift behind me and glanced to my left to see Dean and Sam joining me.

"She's putting up missing posters downtown." Hein answered glumly.

"You fellas had another one just like this last month, didn't you?" Dean piped up, the first deputy looked up at us and straightened a little, his chest puffed out.

"And who are you?" The deputy demanded, Dean chuckled and flashed his badge. I glimpsed the logo and smirked a little.

"Federal marshals." Dean stated smugly.

"You three are a little young to be marshals, aren't you?" The deputy scratched at his chin, eyeing us all suspiciously - especially Sam and I.

"Well, that's awfully kind of you." Dean smiled and I had to fight down a chuckle, he cast his gaze over the deputy's shoulder and at the car, "You did have another one just like this, correct?" Dean pressed subtly.

"Yeah, that's right. About a mile up the road, there've been more before that too." The deputy pointed up the highway.

"So, this victim, you knew him?" Sam asked.

"Town like this, everybody knows everybody." The deputy nodded in agreement.

"Any connection between the victims, besides the fact that they're all men?" Dean asked, he was circling the car and peering in at the windows.

"No, not so far as we can tell." The deputy shook his head in disagreement, his tone was curt.

"So, what's the theory?" I asked, the deputy looked taken aback at me asking him a question and he paused for a moment.

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping ring?" The deputy asked a little doubtfully.

"Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." Dean sighed almost sadly, Sam stomped on his brother's foot, Dean groaned and I had to hide my grin.

"Thank you for your time." I smiled at the deputy and we walked away, as we neared the car Dean reached up and hit Sam on the back of his head.

"Ow! What was that for?" Sam complained at his brother, rubbing the back of his head.

"Why'd you have to step on my foot?" Dean replied in annoyance.

"Why'd you have to talk to the police like that?" Sam snapped back. Dean looked at his brother and walked in front of him, Sam stopped and I stopped with them.

"Come on. They don't really know what's going on. We're all alone on this. I mean, if we're going to find Dad we've got to get to the bottom of this thing ourselves." Dean told Sam in a serious tone, I looked away awkwardly. The sound of Sam clearing his throat made me turn back to them, and I saw the Sheriff and two FBI agents stood behind him.

"Can I help you three?" The Sheriff asked.

"No sir, we were just leaving." Dean answered the Sheriff evenly. We passed the trio in silence until Dean nodded to the two FBI agents. "Agent Mulder, agent Scully." He nodded to them.

The journey wasn't silent - Sam argued and whined to Dean about the music selection, Dean was getting a little tired of him already. "So, Valkyrie, we'll drop you off in the town center and you can go back to wherever you came from, Sam and I will go do what we came here to do and then we'll go home." Dean told me, he glanced at Sam and I nodded.

"Sounds great," I tried not to sound as worried as I already felt, "So, what was that back there? Why did you even go inspect the area already? You're not policemen, so what's the deal?" I asked the brothers, they exchanged glances and there was an obvious hesitation between them.

"We, uh, we deal with these sort of mysterious disappearances, like an unexplained death or someone who just vanishes from the face of the earth." Sam struggled to explain, I nodded slowly.

"Ok... So you think that the car abandoned on the bridge is viewed as mysterious?" I asked, suddenly interested.

"Well yeah, I mean you heard the guy: 'no prints', kinda mysterious, huh?" Dean answered.

"Right, but any experienced murderer knows how to clear a crime scene, prints can be wiped." I reasoned.

"Well, yeah, but me and Sam have reason to believe that it's something else entirely." Dean stated simply, I leaned in closer.

"Really? What is it?" I asked excitedly, the feeling I got whenever I was working on a case with Skulduggery... Well, apart from when we did paper filing or the incredibly boring stuff.

"It's, err, nothing you need to worry about Valkyrie." Sam answered, I frowned and sighed.

I stayed quiet for the next few minutes and tried to come up with a way to get back to Ireland, hoping Skulduggery would be trying to figure out how to get me back.

Skulduggery's P.O.V

I was sat in The Repository with Ghastly pouring over all the books we had about Shunters, Valkyrie had been gone for a couple of hours and I had know idea where she was and when she was coming back. "Anything?" I called to Ghastly Bespoke, he was sat in one corner and I was sat in another, we both had a stack of books next to us and were trying to find anything useful that would get Valkyrie back.

"No, there's nothing in this book that would help." Ghastly's disappointed tone drifted towards me through the half light.

"Keep looking, there has to be something here to help." I said, discarding the useless book in my hands angrily, it skidded across the polished floor and crashed into an old, dusty bookcase holding many objects, wondrous and weird, frightful and fun.

We sat for ten more minutes in silence, until Ghastly broke it. "Uhh, Skulduggery?" He asked, his voice uncharacteristically hollow.

"What is it? What did you find?" My head snapped up and gazed at the man eagerly, Ghastly looked pale as he thumbed the pages of his book, his fingers stopped at the correct page and his forefinger slid down as he tried to find whatever he was looking for.

"It says, uhh, that when a Shunter shunts someone, they act as the anchor for the person. You killed Silas Nadir, right?" Ghastly's voice was no longer hollow, it shook.

"Yes." I answered.

"Well, Valkyrie doesn't have an anchor anymore. Her connection from this world died within Nadir. She's gone, Skulduggery. And she's never coming back." Ghastly said, silence followed his sentence as I absorbed what he was telling me: Valkyrie, gone forever. I pictured the pretty seventeen year old with dark hair and dark eyes, dressed all in black with a smirk to finish, she couldn't be gone. I wouldn't accept it.

Valkyrie's P.O.V

I did try and find a way home, I honestly did. But no one knew what to say when a seventeen year old asked them if they knew the best way to get to an airport, I sighed as I was walking down the main street, I saw a girl putting up missing persons posters of the missing boy, Troy. I walked over to her and remembered what the deputy's had said about the man's daughter being the girlfriend of the deceased. I assumed this was her. "Hi, you're Amy, right?" I asked her with a warm smile.

"Yeah." The girl smiled, despite the grief she must have been going through.

"Troy told me about you, I'm his cousin, Valkyrie." I smiled wider, the girl finished taping a poster up and frowned at me in confusion.

"He never mentioned you." She said, she suddenly turned and walked away and I caught up with her and walked with her.

"Well, that's Troy I guess," I fake laughed, "I'm not around much, as you can probably tell I'm from Ireland. I'm only passing through to help find him." I was such a great actor, keeping my eyes a little sad and wide. The girl looked at me and I put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, she looked as if she was about to burst into tears there and then. We suddenly bumped into some people and I looked up to apologise, "Oh sorry! I didn't..." I trailed off when I saw Sam and Dean.

"You must be Amy." Dean said, acting as if he hadn't just crashed into her.

"Yeah." The girl sniffed a little and I fought down a shudder: I hated it when people do that.

"Troy's told us so much about you, we're his uncles. I'm Dean and this is Sammy." He smiled, and I closed my eyes.

"Wait, you're all related?" Amy asked suspiciously, eyeing the three of us.

"No, these are my mum's brothers, uncle Dea, and uhh, Sammy." I grinned, "I'm staying with them so we can help search for Troy." I explained, Amy was still as she absorbed this, I could see she was trying to find something that didn't fit, but I was a master at deception.

"Ok, well Hi I guess." She gave us a weak smile.

"Anyway, we're looking for him too, and we're kinda asking around." Sam started to say, we passed another girl who looked around Amy and I's age, she touched Amy on the arm in sympathy.

"Hey, are you ok?" The girl asked, I rolled my eyes at the dramatics: this girl probably never even spoke to Amy.

"Yeah." Amy replied.

"Do you mind if we ask a couple of questions?" Sam continued once the girl had walked away.

The four of us were sat in a diner, Amy and I were opposite Sam and Dean. "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, and...he never did." Amy told us, her eyes shining.

"He didn't say anything strange, or out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"No. Nothing I can remember." Amy shook her head, she looked like she was going to cry again so I pointed to her necklace.

"I like your necklace." I complimented the pentagram in the circle, I remember reading somewhere that it was related in the devil cult stuff.

"Thanks, Troy gave it to me. Mostly to scare my parents with all that devil stuff." Amy laughed, I chuckled along with her so it wasn't awkward.

"Actually it means the opposite, a pentagram is protection against evil - really powerful," He looked from Amy to me, we were both looking at him a little doubtfully. "If you believe that kind of thing." He added.

"Okay, thank you, Unsolved Mysteries." Dean rolled his eyes at his brother, I couldn't help but smirk at his new name for Sam.

"Here's the deal, Amy, the way Troy dissappeared: something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." Dean trailed off when Amy bit her lip.

"What is it?" Sam asked the girl.

"Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk." Amy shrugged uncomfortably.

"What do they talk about?" Dean and I said simultaneously, we looked at eachother and grinned a little.

"It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on the Centennial, like decades ago." Amy explained, Sam and Dean looked at eachother and then back to Amy. "Well, supposedly she's still out there," the girl continued, "She hitchikes, and whoever picks her up? They disappear forever."

"Well, that's just a legend." I shrugged, unperturbed.

"Yeah." Amy nodded and stood up, "Well, it's been nice to meet you and stuff..." She smiled and trailed off.

"Yeah, you too, Amy." I smiled back. Amy left without another word, Sam and Dean were looking at me with intense gazes. I bit my lip and stared at the salt shaker on the table, "So, it's nice to see you guys again." I murmured.

"What are you doing, Valkyrie?" Dean asked, his tone stern, "We're trying to work on a case and you're here taking our lines."

"So you're detectives too, huh?" I nodded, then leaned closer. "Then you know what it's like! People are mysteriously disappearing and all I wanna do is find out what's happening to them, that's all." I said.

"It's too dangerous, Valkyrie, we don't know who we're dealing with yet." Sam argued, I rolled my eyes.

"Sam, I've been doing this for a long time, ok? I started when I was like, eleven!" I argued, annoyed at Sam's concern.

"Eleven? That's crazy!" Sam snapped.

"Sam, how old were we when Dad started... You know?" Dean looked at his brother with a shrug. "Ok, Valkyrie, you can help us out, but then after that I'm driving you to the next airport I see, you can get on a plane and go back to wherever you came from." Dean told me firmly, I nodded in agreement.

"Sounds fair." I answered simply and we all stood up, I picked up my coat from the back of my chair and started to put it on, "So where to next?"

"Are you serious? The library?" I whined as the three of us climbed the stairs leading into the worryingly large building.

"Yep." Dean answered, I heaved a sigh as I stepped through the double doors, the old lady at the receptionists desk glared at me through her round glasses and shushed me angrily. I rolled my eyes and flicked her off when she turned her back, Sam chuckled behind me. Dean led us to an ancient looking computer that was located in the back corner of the room, Dean sat himself at the desk and started typing quickly, his fingers danced over the dusty keyboard as he typed something into it. I looked at the computer screen and saw he was in the Jericho Herald archives, Dean typed into the search bar:

Female murder hitchhiking

[0 results]

Dean frowned and typed again into the search bar:

Female murder Centennial Highway

[0 results]

"Here let me." Sam said, his hand reached towards the keyboard but Dean slapped it away.

"I got it." Dean shook his head at his brother. There was silence for three seconds. Sam shoved Dean out of the chair and sat down at the desk, I stared at them both with wide eyes, a grin tugged the sides of my mouth. "Dude!" Dean exclaimed, he hit his brother on the shoulder roughly and I burst out laughing. "You're such a control freak." Dean moaned, I giggled again as Sam rolled his eyes.

"So angry spirits are born out of violent death, right?" Sam asked, ignoring Dean's comment completely, my giggling died down and I frowned.

"What are you talking about? Angry spirits? They aren't real... Are they?" I trailed off, in the world of magic I guess anything and everything was possible.

"Oh yeah, sweet-cheeks: ghosts, demons, poltergeists, the works. Except angels, of course." Dean smirked at my open-mouthed expression.

"So how did you find out about this stuff?" I asked, suddenly interested about their story.

"Our dad." The brother's said in unison.

"Oh, wow..." I was amazed - I had toyed so many times with the idea of telling my parents about the world I'm part of, about the world I live for. But I was just too scared of how they would react.

"So, anyway, angry spirits are born out of a violent death - so maybe it's not murder." Sam suggested, I watched the screen change as he typed into the search bar:

Female suicide Centennial Highway

[1 result]

Suicide on Centennial April 25 1981

"A local woman's drowning death was ruled a suicide, the county Sheriff's Department said earlier today. Constance Welch, 24, of 4636 Breckenridge Road, leapt off Sylvania Bridge, at mile 33 of Centennial Highway, and subsequently drowned last night. Deputy J. Pierce told reporters that, hours before her death, Ms. Welch logged a call with 911 emergency services. In a panicked tone, Ms. Welch described how she found her two young children, 5 and 6, in the bathtub, after leaving them alone for several [minutes]. She reported that their complex. What happened to my children was a terrible accident. And it must have been too much for my wife. Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it," said husband Joseph Welch. "Now I ask that you all please respect my privacy during this trying time.' At the time of the children's death and Ms. Welch's subsequent suicide, Mr. Welch was at the Frontier auto salvage yard, where he works the graveyard shift as associate manager. 'Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew,' said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor. 'She just doted on those children.'" I read out the article aloud.

"This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." Sam said, he clicked on a picture and it showed an enlarged photo of a woman with dark hair in a white dress.

"Does it say why she did it?" Dean asked, peering at the computer screen.

"Yeah." Sam answered.

"What?" I asked.

"An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die." Sam read a small paragraph at the bottom of the page. Next to the paragraph Sam had just read showed another photograph, this time it was a man standing next to the bridge we had passed on the way to the town where Troy's car was found.

"'Our babies were gone, and Constance just couldn't bear it,' said husband Joseph Welch.'" I read the caption.

"Does that bridge look familiar to you?" Dean pointed to the picture again and Sam nodded.

"Right. Let's go." I said, the brother's nodded and we exited the library in silence.

Sam, Dean and I were walking along the Sylvania Bridge in the moonlight, we leant against the railing and looked out at the rushing dark water below. "So this is where Constance took the swan dive." Dean said, his hands tapped on the metal rails.

"So you think Dad would have been here?" Sam asked, the sound of the river intensified, I could hear crickets chirping in the riverbank grasses below.

"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." Dean nodded once.

"Ok, so now what?" Sam asked again, I looked around and there was clearly no dead girl to be seen.

"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Dean answered.

"Dean, I've told you, I've gotta get back by Monday-." Sam protested.

"Monday. Right. The interview." Dean nodded, as if he had only just remembered.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?" Dean asked, we stepped off from the railing and began to walk down the bridge.

"Maybe, why not?" Sam shrugged nonchalantly.

"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Dean stopped walking and turned to face Sam, I stepped back a little.

"No. And she's not ever going to know." Sam shook his head, his tone firm.

"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Dean rolled his eyes.

"And who's that?" Sam glared at Dean.

"You're one of us." Dean stated simply, and he resumed his walk up the bridge, Sam ran in front of him and stopped Dean in his tracks.

"No. I'm not like you, this is not going to be my life." Sam denied.

"You have a responsibility to-."

"To dad? And his crusade?" Sam cut Dean off angrily, "If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what mum looked like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." Sam shouted angrily, Dean snapped and grabbed Sam and shoved him towards me, I dived away as Dean slammed Sam up against the railing of the bridge where I was stood. Dean was looking at Sam with a rage in his dark eyes, I quietly readied myself to intervene incase things got out of hand.

"Don't talk about her like that." Dean whispered, he slowly released Sam and walked off. I went to Sam and held out my hand, he took it and I gave him a small smile.

"Sam. Valkyrie." Dean called, we turned and saw a woman in a scraggy white dress, deathly pale with dark, dark hair. It created a dark and terrible contrast, she had her head tilted and was staring at us with sinister gleaming eyes. The woman, or ghost or whatever she was, was standing on the railing, completely balanced as she stared at us. Sam and I joined Dean and then Constance walked forward and off the edge, falling down into the dark depths of the river. I sprinted forward and leaned over the railing, trying to look for where she had hit the river, Dean was by my side in a matter of seconds, "Where'd she go?" He demanded, I merely shrugged and shook my head.

"I don't know." I said as I leaned further over still, we suddenly heard a car engine and we turned to see Dean's car with the headlights on, I looked up at Dean to see a look of worry and confusion etched on his features.

"What the-."

"Who's driving your car?" I cut him off, trying to look past the blinding beam of the headlights to peer into the driver's seat. Beside me, Dean took his car keys out of his pocket and showed us, Sam walked over and grabbed them and jingled them, just to make sure. The car suddenly sped forward, heading straight towards us. We turned and ran.

"Go, go!" Sam shouted as he sprinted beside me, there was fear running through my veins and adrenaline veating in my heart, telling me to run all the more faster. The car sped up and we veered course, it was about to hit us when the three of us dived over the railing, heading straight into the water. I felt the air move under my palms and lightly pushed down, slowing my decent into the murky depths, I hit the cold water and gasped - I had completely underestimated the cold temperature of the river, thanks to magic I had landed only a foot under the water, I kicked up with my legs and my head broke through the surface. The first thing I heard was Sam's frightened tones. "Dean! Valkyrie!" He called, I swam to the bank and laid down on the bank tiredly and closed my eyes. There was the sound of someone panting and then Dean was crawling up the bank next to me.

"What?" Dean snapped in an irritated tone.

"Are you and Valkyrie alright?" Sam's voice sounded distant and I cracked my eyes open a fraction and I saw Sam pulling himself up from the outer side of the bridge railing: why didn't I do that?

"I'm super. Don't know about Valkyrie though." Dean replied and then I felt a hand on my shoulder shaking me, I groaned and opened my eyes.

"Never been better." I groaned and slowly got to my knees and stood up. Sam laughed above us and I hoped for his sake that he was laughing out of relief.

Whilst Sam and Dean were checking the car I used the air to dry myself, as I was playing with a flame in my hand I heard the car bonnet shut and I quickly snuffed it out, it disappeared into the night air. "Your car alright?" I asked nonchalantly.

"Yeah, whatever she did to it, seems all right now. That Constance chick, what a bitch!" Dean spun and shouted down the bridge, as if he was hoping Constance would hear him.

"Well, she doesn't want us digging around, that's for sure. So where's the job go from here, genius?" Sam asked, a little angrily towards his brother, he sits on the bonnet and Dean and I join him, we both start clearing the mud from our hands.

"Uhh I smell horrible, can we find a place to freshen up and rest for the night?" I asked, drained from encountering the vengeful spirit and diving into a freezing river.

We arrived in a motel just as the sun was breaking through the treeline, I had looked at myself in the reflection of the car window and to say I was dirty was understatement, mud covered the bottom half of my chin and the ends of my hair. The receptionist at the desk looked at Dean and I with disdain as we walked up to the front desk, Dean flashed one of the fake credit cards and smiled at the man. "One room, please." He asked, placing the card on the desk. The clerk picked up the card and looked at it.

"You guys having a reunion or something?" The clerk asked, a frown of confusion on his face.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I had another guy, Burt Aframian. He came and bought out a room for the whole month." The clerk told me, Dean looked round at his brother, hope blossoming on his face.

"Which room is it?" Dean demanded to the clerk.

Five minutes later Dean and I were playing look out whilst Sam fiddled with the lock and his lockpicks, I heard a tell-tale click and turned to see Sam charge through the doors. "Wait here." He told his older brother, I followed Sam in and stopped at the first glance: newspaper clippings, maps with marker pen scrawled on various points on them were all pinned up on every wall, stacks of books piled high on the desk and bedside table, assorted junk littered the floor and something with a hazard symbol was discarded next to the bed. "Woah." Sam stated, his voice bordering on impressed and fear. Dean walked in and switched the light on.

"I don't think he's been here for a couple days at least." Dean stated, surveying the scene before him, Sam nodded and crouched down to study a salt line circling the bed.

"Salt, cats-eye shells...he was worried. Trying to keep something from coming in." Sam observed. I looked at a bunch of papers pinned together on the wall, I took them off and flicked through, briefly reading the titles on each page. "What have you got there?" Sam asked, I looked up and handed him the wad of papers.

"I think they're the Centennial Highway Victims." I said as Sam took the papers. He flicked through them and nodded.

"I don't get it, I mean - different men, different jobs, ages, ethnicities. There's always a connection, right? What do these guys have in common?" I asked, whilst I was saying this Sam had crossed the room and was studying the far wall, his fingers tracing over the articles.

"Dad figured it out." Sam murmered.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, turning to look at his brother.

"He found the same article we did. Constance Welch. She's a woman in white." Sam explained.

"All right, so if we're dealing with a woman in white, dad would have found the corpse and destroyed it." Dean reasoned, I didn't actually know what Dean meant by burning the corpse, but it sounded plausible - kill the body, kill the spirit.

"She might have another weakness." Sam shrugged.

"Well, dad would want to make sure." Dean replied, he crossed over to stand next to his brother and read the articles for himself, "He'd dig her up, does it say where she's buried?" He asked.

"No. Not that I could tell, if I were dad, though, I'd go ask her husband." Sam shrugged again. He tapped a picture of Joseph Welch, "The caption says he's thirty; the article dates to 1981, so he must be sixty-four." Sam said, he turned around to look at us, "If he's still alive." He added.

"You guy's get the address, I'm gonna go clean up," I nodded my head in the direction of the door which I suspected was the bathroom, "You can shower after me." I added, looking at Dean.

I was sat cross-legged on the bed next to Sam, he was listening to voicemails from a girl, presumably his girlfriend. The message shut off when the bathroom door opened and Dean walked in. "Hey, man. I'm starving, I'm gonna grab a little something to eat in that diner down the street. You want anything?" He offered.

"No." Sam declined.

"Yes. I haven't eaten since I first got here, I'm starving." I informed them.

"You should have said something earlier, Valkyrie, we could have got you something." Sam shook his head in amazement and I shrugged.

"I wasn't hungry then, something about an evil spirit trying to kill me..." I trailed of and laughed lightly, Sam rolled his eyes.

"Right, well I'll be back soon." Dean said and exited the room.

An hour passed and I had seated myself on the edge of the bath in the bathroom and was playing with fire that I had conjured up, the only reason I had gone into the bathroom was because of Sam's deterring voicemails from his girlfriend. I heard Sam's phone ring and he answered it on the first ring, "What?" I heard Sam's voice - he must have been talking with Dean. "What about you?" He asked, his voice concerned, I stood up from the edge of the bath and joined Sam in the main room, he was listening to Dean through the earpiece, his back to me. After a few more seconds he snapped his phone shut and turned, "Dean got busted by the deputies and he says to go find Dad." Sam told me, I nodded and walked over to the door but he called after me. "No, not that way! Apparently they're outside with Dean right now." He advised, I nodded and walked over to the window and slid it open, we both climbed out and descended the fire escape silently and out to the car on the back car park.

Sam and I peeked out of the car window at an old shabby house on the edge of Jericho, "You think this is it?" I asked him, he nodded and we both opened the door and got out. We made our way down the beaten, overgrown garden path and I knocked on the decrepit door, an old man answered and peered at us suspiciously in the safe darkness of his home.

"Hi. Are you Joseph Welch?" Sam greeted warmly.

"Yeah." The man, Joseph, answered.

Sam, Joseph and I were walking down the junk-filled driveway, Sam had shown Joseph a photograph Sam had of his brother and his dad. "He was older, but that's him." The old man confirmed, handing Sam the photo back, "He came by three or four days ago, said he was a reporter." Joseph continued.

"That's right. We're working on a story together." I explained.

"Well, I don't know what the hell kinda story you're working on. The questions he asked me?" Joseph raised his voice angrily, I bit my lip and looked away.

"About your wife, Constance?" Sam took over.

"He asked me where she was buried." Joseph nodded, more calm now.

"And where is that again?" I asked, my tone casual and innocent.

"What, I gotta go through this twice?" The man moaned and I nodded.

"It's fact checking." I shrugged.

"If you don't mind." Sam added quickly. Joseph nodded, stroking the stubble on his chin.

"In a plot. Behind my old place over on Breckenridge." He answered pointing one way up the road.

"Why did you move?" Sam inquired.

"I'm not gonna live in the house where my children died." Joseph shook his head sadly, he stopped walking so Sam and I stopped too.

"Mr Welch, did you ever marry again?" I asked sympathetically.

"No way. Constance, she was the love of my life. Prettiest woman I ever known." He looked at me with a sort of steely fierceness in his aging blue eyes.

"So, you had a happy marriage?" Sam asked from behind him, Mr Welch froze, but only for a moment. The hesitation was so brief I wasn't even sure it was a hesitation.

"Definitely." Joseph said in a hard tone, I tilted my head in confusion: it sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than us.

"Well, that should do it. Thank you for your time." Sam nodded politely and I smiled a goodbye as we started walking back to the car. Before we could reach the doors, however, Sam turned and called out to Joseph. "Mr Welch, did you ever hear of woman in white?" He called over to the old man.

"What?" The man looked at us with a confused look.

"The woman in white, or sometimes the weeping woman?" Sam repeated, the man just stared at us, "It's a ghost story. Well, it's more of a phenomenon, really." Sam continued and started walking back towards Mr Welch, I followed suit. "Um, they're spirits. They've been sighted for hundreds of years, dozens of places, in Hawaii, Mexico, lately in Arizona, Indiana. All these are different women." Sam explained as he closed the distance between Joseph and his self. The elderly man continued to stare, shocked, at Sam. "You understand, but all share the same story." Sam said as he stopped in front of Joseph.

"Boy, I don't care much for nonsense." Joseph found his voice again, snapping a little at Sam, he turned on his heel and started walking back towards his house.

"See, when they were alive, their husbands were unfaithful to them." Sam called out, Joseph stopped. "And these women, basically suffering from temporary insanity, murdered their children." Sam said, Joseph turned round, his face a white sheet and his eyes round and wide. "Then once they realized what they had done, they took their own lives. So now their spirits are cursed, walking back roads, waterways. And if they find an unfaithful man, they kill him. And that man is never seen again." He finished, I looked to make sure Mr Welch hadn't fainted from shock.

"You two think...you both think that has something to do with...Constance? You smartasses!" Joseph yelled.

"You tell us." I shrugged simply, Joseph was no longer white - he was red faced with wild eyes.

"I mean, maybe...maybe I made some mistakes. But no matter what I did, Constance, she never would have killed her own children. Now, you both get the hell out of here! And neither of you don't come back!" The man roared, I saw his hand shaking and I couldn't decide whether that was from anger or grief. He stared at Sam and I for the longest time, I could hear his heavy breathing from where I was stood, then he turned and stormed off, beside me Sam sighed.

"Let's go." Sam said and I nodded, as we were walking back to the car he handed me his phone.

"What's this for?" I asked as we opened the car doors.

"I need you to make a call." Sam answered.

As we were driving along the dark highway the phone Sam had given me rang in my lap, I picked it up and answered. "Fake 911 phone call? Sammy, I don't know, that's pretty illegal." I heard Dean's voice on the other end and smirked.

"You're welcome." I replied.

"Valkyrie? Well... Thanks, hey listen, we all gotta talk." Dean's voice sounded urgent and I found myself nodding.

"Tell me about it. So the husband was unfaithful. We are dealing with a woman in white. And she's buried behind her old house, so that should have been your dad's next stop." I explained.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hang on for a second." Dean said.

"I just can't figure out why your dad hasn't destroyed the corpse yet." I continued.

"Well, that's what I'm trying to say. He's gone. Dad left Jericho." Dean explained.

"What? How do you know?" I asked.

"I've got his journal."

"So?" I shrugged.

"He never went anywhere without it." Dean explained.

"So, what's it say?" I asked.

"Ah, the same old ex-Marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going." Dean continued.

"Coordinates, right? Where to?" I questioned again.

"I'm not sure."

"Dean, what's going on? Why did your dad just skip out in the middle of a job?" I asked confusedly, the car suddenly braked and I slammed forward, dropping the phone in shock, my head slammed onto the dashboard and I cried out in surprise. "Sam!" I growled, rubbing my head and glaring at him, but Sam took no notice: his gaze was transfixed on something on the road.

"Sam? Valkyrie?" Dean's panicked tones peirced the silence as I glimpsed Constance standing out on the dark, empty highway. I blinked and she was gone, beside me, Sam was breathing hard and I felt the air shift behind me, my black ring went cold: someone in the car was dead.

"Take me home." A woman's voice echoed around the car, my eyes looked up in the rear-view mirror and I saw Constance sitting in the back seat, her head down and her dark, matted hair covering her face. "Take me home!" She demanded, her head looking up and looked at Sam in the rear-view mirror, those dark, empty eyes boring into his.

"No." Sam shook his head. The woman glared and the doors locked, Sam and I turned and tried to force them open but they wouldn't budge. The gas pedal suddenly pressed down and the car moved forward, Sam grabbed the steering wheel and tried to turn it, but it wouldn't move an inch. I kicked at the door with my legs but it was useless, I glanced up at the woman's reflection and I gasped when I saw she was flickering. The car pulled up in front of a once-pretty, abandoned large house, the door had peeled white paint slashed over it, the windows were dark and unwelcoming. "Don't do this." Sam begged to the pale, pale woman in the back seat.

"I can never go home." Constance suddenly said, she flickered again and her face had a pained expression on her face and sounded sad, almost morbid.

"You're scared to go home." I suddenly realised, I looked at Sam and then back at Constance, only she wasn't there. She suddenly appeared and shoved Sam back into his seat as she pushed against him, the seat reclined from the sudden force and I tried to pull her off, but an invisible force slammed me against the door. I looked up and saw Sam struggling beneath the apparition.

"Hold me. I'm so cold." She sighed and closed her onyx eyes.

"You can't kill me. I'm not unfaithful, and I've never been!" Sam protested and Constance opened her eyes.

"I know you have," Her eyes flickered to me and I felt a cold fear spread through me, an image of Caelan and Fletcher appeared in my head but I shook it away, raisingmy head and holding her gaze and narrowing my eyes at her.

"Maybe so, but I'm not a man." I argued, the ghost smirked and then looked up at Sam.

"And you, you will be. Just hold me." She said to him and then she kissed him, Sam struggled harder, I leaned forward to help him but the invisible force pinned me to the door again. Sam's hand flashed and he grabbed something, the keys jingled and she pulled away from him and disappeared, the force that had me pinned against the car door vanished and I relaxed into the seat. Beside me, Sam was gasping for breath and was looking around, his eyes wide with shock. He suddenly yelled out in pain and I jumped, he zipped open his hoodie and yanked it off, I saw five new holes burnt through the fabric - five holes for five fingers. Constsnce appeared again and her hand reached for Sam's chest, her hand neared his skin and a gunshot sounded, shattering the window to Sam's left and startling Constance. I saw Dean striding forward, his shotgun in his hand, he fires again and I saw Constance's eyes narrow and she vanished again and appeared in a different place, Dean fires again but she disappeared and reappeared in a different place, it all reminded me of Fletcher's tactics. When Constance disappeared and didn't reappear Sam sat up and started the car, steely determination etched onto his features.

"I'm taking you home." He said and floored the gas pedal, the car sped forward and I was pressed into the seat. The car neared the side of the house and I screamed when it crashed into the house. My ears were ringing and my vision was blurred, I felt like I had been kicked in the gut, Dean suddenly appeared at my window and was peering in at us.

"Sam! Sam! You ok?" His voice slowly reached my ears, he opened my door and he put his arms around me and carefully pulled me out, "Hey, look at me. Look at me." Dean spoke to me and I blinked up at him, waiting for him to come into focus and the ringing in my ears to stop. Sam staggered out of the driver's side and fell to the ground, coughing from the dust. "Sam, you ok?" I heard Dean ask over the ringing.

"Yeah, I'm great." Sam choked out, Dean turned his attention back to me, he was in focus now and the ringing was dying down.

"Can you move?" He asked me, concern in his tone.

"I think..." I muttered and gripped his shoulder as I stood on shaky legs, I glared at Sam, "I will kill you if you ever try that again." I said to him in a quiet, angry voice. Dean laughed and Sam grinned, I looked around and saw that we had crashed into what looked like a living room, Constance was gazing down at a photograph in her hands, she suddenly looked up and glared at us, throwing the picture down. I felt the air shift but it was too late: a cabinet hurtled towards us and pinned the three of us against the car, we struggled and I had a thought. I freed my hands and snapped my palms - I pushed at the air and the cabinet blasted away from us, I smirked and turned to the ghost, she looked at me with a startled expression. I took a step towards her but it was needless: water began to pour down from the staircase leading upstairs, at the are a boy and girl, they looked as pale as Constance - I recognized them from the picture of Constance and her two children, these two were obviously the kids she killed.

"You've come home to us, mummy." They did that creepy dead child chorus thing that you see in the movies, Constance herself stared up at them, distraught. The children did the disappearing trick and materialized behind their mother, they pulled her in a tight embrace and she threw her head back and screamed in abject agony, her image flickered and still she screamed. The three ghosts melt into a puddle on the floor and the screaming stopped and I breathed out in relief.

"So this is where she drowned her kids." Dean pointed to the puddle on the musty old carpet.

"That's why she could never go home, she was too scared to face them." Sam nodded to us.

"You found her weak spot. Nice work, Sammy, Valkyrie." Dean smirked and playfully hit him on the chest where Constance's fingers had burned him and walked away back to his car, Sam laughed and then glared at his brother's turned back.

"Yeah, I wish I could say the same for you. What were you thinking shooting Casper in the face, you freak?" Sam asked Dean, there was a brief silence and I burst out laughing,I could see Sam was trying to keep the smile off his face.

"Hey. Saved both your asses." Dean frowned and then leaned on his bonnet and stroked it lovingly. "I'll tell you another thing, if you screwed up my car?" He pointed his finger angrily at his brother and glared, "I'll kill you." He finalized. Sam laughed but it died down when he saw I wasn't laughing along with him.

"I'll help him, you damn near killed me, Sammy." I glared at the younger brother.

"Don't call me that." He sighed and then shot daggers at Dean, "See what you've done? The damage you've caused me with that stupid nickname?" He sighed angrily and I smirked.

I briefly fell asleep in the back seat of the car, I woke up to the sound of Sam and Dean talking, "It's called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado." Sam was saying, pointing to a map.

"Sounds charming. How far?" Dean nodded.

"About six hundred miles." Sam answered.

"Hey, if we shag ass we could make it by morning." Dean suggested, Sam was quiet for a few moments and shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Dean, I, umm..." He trailed off.

"You're not going." Dean finished for him, sighing and tapping the steering wheel annoyedly.

"The interview's in, like, ten hours. I gotta be there." Sam shrugged. Dean nods, but I could see disappointment in his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." He muttered, a few seconds passed and he glanced at Sam, "I'll take you home." He offered and Sam nodded in thanks.

I drifted off again and awoke to a car door closing, I looked up to see Sam leaning in the open window and looking at Dean. "Call me if you find him?" Sam asked and I knew they were talking about their dad. Dean nodded and Sam smiled, "And maybe I can meet up with you later, huh?"

"Yeah, alright." Dean smiled and rolled his eyes.

"I hope you get home safely, Valkyrie, it was nice meeting you and stuff." He glanced at me and gave me a friendly smile.

"Nice meeting you too, Sammy, good luck in your interview tomorrow and thanks for convincing Dean to give me a lift." I thanked him and he shrugged.

"It's nothing, really." He shrugged again and then leaned back out of the window, he hit the roof twice and then turned away. Dean leaned over, his arm wrapping around the back of the passenger seat as he peered out.

"Sam?" He called, the tall boy turned back and looked over, "We made a hell of a team back there, you know." He said.

"Yeah." Sam nodded and grinned, I half expected him to get back in the car, but he stayed where he was. Dean pulled away and I looked at the boy getting further and further away, he looked almost regretful. We drove in silence up the road and made it about half a mile until Dean stopped and turned the car around, I smirked at him and he grinned at me in the rear-view mirror, we sped back to the college and both got out. I breathed the night air gratefully but then frowned when I smelt something that smelled just like...

"Oh my god!" I gasped and pointed to a room above us, an orange glow of flames could be seen inside.

"That's Sam's room." Dean said and sprinted into the college, I tore after him and we raced up the stairs, when we reached Sam's floor I used the shadows to break the glass and I slammed my thumb on the button, alarms rang out but I ignored them and joined Dean at Sam's door. "Sam!" He shouted, panic flowed across his face when he heard no reply and started kicking at the door, I helped and soon enough the door broke from it's hinges with a whine and we burst into the apartment.

"Jess!" I heard Sam's cry of despair and we ran into the direction where it came from, when we reached the bedroom we saw that it was lit up with angry amber flames, on the ceiling there was a pretty looking girl surrounded by flames, Sam was on the bed staring up at the girl in horror.

"Sam! Sam!" Dean ran over to his brother and tugged at his arm, but Sam, remained still, his gaze transfixed on the ceiling.

"No, no!" Sam cried out, Dean looks back at me and I shrugged helplessly, Dean turned back to his brother and picked him up and threw him over his shoulder and ran from the room, Sam was kicking and fighting his brother the whole way. "Jess! No! No!" Sam cried as I shut the door, preventing the roaring flames from following.

The three of us were stood a little way off watching the fire fighters tackle the fire and the police men keep back the students that had gathered outside to stare at the scene. I heard the unmistakable sound of a gun being loaded and I turned to see Sam, his face a mask of desperate anger. I tugged at Dean's arm and he went over to his brother, Sam looked up at us and sighed, he nodded and tossed the shotgun back into the trunk. "We got work to do." He stated in desperate determintion and slammed the trunk.

Author's Note: Ok this took me a whole two days to write, please tell me if it was worth it in your reviews!

- Blue-Eyed AngelGirl x