Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own anything that might happen like in Supernatural nor do I own any of the characters, they belong to creators. The only thing that does belong to me, is the plot and any characters that show up.

Chapter 1

"Dean, come on, admit it. You always do what dad tells you."

"No I don't. And haven't we already discussed this?" Dean Winchester replied to his younger brother, Sam.

"Yes you do."

"No."

"Yes."

"No"

"No."

"Yes."

Dean glared at Sam when he realized what he said. "I can't believe I just fell for that."

"Works every time," Sam said with a grin.

"Whatever," Dean said while he brought his coffee to his lips. "Where are we going next?"

"Um…" Sam looked down at his laptop before replying. "According to the coordinates dad gave us, Knoxville, Tennessee."

"What's been happening there?"

"People going missing… four couples disappeared in two weeks. No bodies found. The last place they were at, no footprints. Nothing except three drops of blood."

"Blood?" Dean repeated.

"Blood…"

"Now that's just dandy," Dean spoke while he scanned the small diner, and one girl caught his eye who sat at a table by one of the windows near a corner.

"I honestly don't know why dad wants us to check it out. It doesn't sound like our thing."

"Yeah..."

"Dean, you aren't listening."

"I'm listening."

"What did I say then?"

Dean looked over at him. "We should leave first thing in the morning."

"Wrong."

"What?"

"If you weren't staring at that girl, you'd know what I said."

"I can't help it," Dean said to his brother while standing up.

Sam looked at him with a questioning expression. "Where are you going?"

"Where do you think?" Dean smirked before making his way over to the girl.

"Dean. Dean!" Sam tried calling out to him without being too loud.

Ignoring his calls, Dean walked over to the table and stood next to it.

The girl glanced up at him when she noticed she wasn't alone anymore. "Can I help you?"

Now flashing his one in only smile that normally wins the girl's heart, he opened his mouth to speak. "I thought you looked lonely sitting all by your self, so I figured I'd keep you company."

"Uh, thanks, but no thanks. I'm fine."

"Aw, you don't mean that. Why would you want to be alone?" He asked sitting down in front of her as he rested an arm on the table top.

"I just do," she said, now looking away from him, hoping he would leave if she didn't make eye contact.

"Any other…" He trailed off when he saw her slightly jump and move away from the edge when someone walked by and brushed their arm against hers. "You ok?"

She quickly looked up and knew he saw her jump. "I'm fine. Look, I don't want to be rude, but I really don't want any company. I'd rather be alone."

"Ok, fine…" Dean started to stand up. Before he turned away, he rested his hand on her shoulder for a moment before speaking. "Sorry I bothered you." He turned away and walked back to Sam.

She watched him walk away from her, and she got a feeling.

"Nice job, brother," Sam chuckled knowing he tanked.

"Shut up," Dean sat down on his chair, grabbing his coffee before looking at the newspaper, trying to drop the subject.

"Looks like you didn't win her heart with your charm," Sam went on.

"Sam…"

"What?"

"Shut up."

"What if I don't? What will you do?" He challenged.

"This…" Dean stood up slightly and reached over the table, hitting him upside the head with his hand.

"Ow!" Sam winched and glared at him.

"You shouldn't have asked."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam rolled his eyes at his comment. That was the same thing he said when they first started their road trip in finding their dad. "Dean?"

"What?"

"What do you think dad is doing right now?"

"I don't know. He's probably traveling into another state."

"He's probably going to leave us another text message in a few days."

"Yeah, most likely," Dean nodded.

"We should get going, we still have to get back to the motel and get the rest of our stuff," Sam said, already picking up his laptop.

"Good idea," Dean agreed.

Sam pulled out his wallet and left some money on the table before making his way toward the entrance of the diner.

Dean followed him, pulling out his car keys while he glanced over at the girl he talked too before stepping outside.

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"So, what did happen with the girl?" Sam asked walking along the car and to the passenger side.

Dean was already to his side, and he stopped before looking at him with an annoyed expression. "What'd I say?"

"What? I'm curious."

Dean got in the car and closed the door, while he pressed the lock button.

"Hey…" Sam grabbed the door handle and tried opening it, but it wouldn't open. Bending down, he looked through the small window. "Open the door."

"Not until you promise to drop it."

"Fine… I'll never bring it up again."

Sam heard a click and he immediately tried opening the door, and it opened. He climbed in before closing it afterwards.

Dean was about to put the car in drive when someone tapped on his window, making him look at the person standing there, and he was shocked when he saw who it was.

"Dean, earth to Dean?" Sam waved his hand in front of his face.

Snapping out of his trance, he looked at Sam before looking back at the person by his door. He rolled down his window.

"Hi…" the girl started. "Look, I felt bad about before. I didn't want to seem like a total bitch for the way I acted. So I wanted to say I'm sorry."

"You followed me out to my car just to say sorry?" Dean asked. "Well, I accept your apology."

"Ok, good. I feel better," she said with a smile. "Well, I'll let you go." She turned away and began walking back to the diner when she heard Dean call out to her. She faced him. "Yes?"

"Do you have a ride, you know to get home?" He asked her.

"Honestly, no."

"Then, how about we give you one?"

"Dean…"

Dean ignored him. "What do you say?" He asked giving her a smile.

"Umm…" She didn't know if she really should. Then, she remembered her feeling.

"Ok, yeah sure."

"Great," Dean said with a smile.

"I can't believe your doing this. We don't even know her," Sam whispered before she climbed in.

"Thank you," she said after she got in.

"What's your name?" Dean asked while he looked through the rearview mirror.

"Summer, Summer Watson."

"Well Summer, where do you live?"

Summer told him the directions to her house, and before she knew it, they were already driving out of the parking lot and down the road.