The next morning, Lanie was the first one awake. She took the time to take a shower, and get ready. Afterwards, she made the bed up, and drew more.

After an hour, Dean and Sam woke up with a huge hangover.

Sam grumbled, "What time is it?" Lanie looked over to Sam. "8:50am." Sam nodded, rubbing his eyes.

After they got ready and half-way got rid of their hangover, Dean slapped his hands together.

"Breakfast anyone?"

They took their stuff with them, and got into the Impala.

They made their way to the diner, and sat down at a booth, with Dean on one side, and Sam on the other.

"What are you having?" Lanie looked up at Sam, wearing the same thing she wore yesterday.

"I'm not hungry." Sam nodded, and turned to Dean.

"In Georgia, there was a filed police report, about college students that go missing, and then turn up dead." Dean knitted his eyes together.

"Sam, there are plenty of killers out there, that are not you-know-what." Sam sighed.

"Before they died, they all reported that they had seen a ghost. That's not the only thing they had in common; they all were orphans or adopted." Dean nodded.

"Alright, I guess it's worth going ten freakin' hours all the way to Georgia." Dean huffed.

They finished their breakfast, and started towards Georgia.

Lanie fiddling with the hem of her jacket, Sam was reading a book about ghosts, and Dean had the radio on a station that both Sam and Lanie hated.

"What grade are you in?" Lanie looked up. "College classes." Dean was confused.

"You're fourteen, aren't you supposed to be a freshmen?" Lanie nodded.

"I skipped a couple of grades." Dean cracked a smiled, knowing that if Lanie was a little older, Sam and her would be perfect for each other.

Five hours in the car with the Winchester brothers wasn't as Lanie would have expected.

Dean had the radio on, blasting out music from the 80's. Sam was reading a dusty book, having to tell Dean to turn the music down 24/7. Lanie was drawing more of her comics, concentrating on the outer lines, but was getting very annoyed with Dean's music obsession.

"Dean, will you please turn the radio down!?" Sam yell over the radio. Dean smirked, and turned the radio down, compromising with his brother.

"Thank you." After a few hours Lanie finally finished her comics, and stuffed it in the messenger bag. She closed her eyes, resting her eyes. She cracked a smile, hearing the brother's current arguement.

"Dean, listen-."

"No, you listen. The greatest quarterback on earth is definitely Michael Vick. Dude, this is a no brainer!"

"Yeah, right. It's Tom Brady! The Patriots were in the 2011-2012 Superbowl!"

"Please enlighten me. Who won the Superbowl?"

"Ah, shut up! The Giants... they are nothing!"

"Pssh, after winning the Superbowl? Yeah, right, Sammy-Cheeks." Lanie cracked a smile, liking Dean's nickname for Sam.

Lanie had to admit; Sam was right, Tom Brady was the best quarterback alive.

"Excuse me, m'am, we're just trying to investigate what might have happened to your son." I petite, middle aged woman nodded slowly and let the two brothers in her home.

They had agreed that Lanie would wait in the car until they came out again.

The woman had brown hair, and hazel eyes, wearing a plaid green shirt with khakis. She had her hair up in a bun, and had a green scrunchy keeping it together.

They took a seat on the couch, and took their note pads out.

"When was the last time you saw your daughter?" The woman fidgetted, and played with the hem of her shirt.

"I just saw Amelia just a week ago. She is-was so busy with her studies; I barely get to see her since she's always so wrapped up in school." Sam scribbled in his notepad, and looked back up at the woman.

"The last time you saw her; did she have a different personality, or behavior mechanisms?" The woman shook her head.

"No! She was fine! I just want my baby girl back!" The woman broke into histeric sobs, leaving the brothers in an odd situation.

I can't just sit here.

Lanie huffed, playing with the hem of her shirt. She groaned in bordem, and looked outside of the window. There was no one around; just a few people jogging, or walking their dogs.

Lanie shook her head, deciding to leave, and investigate herself. She hopped out of the car, and closed the door silently. She walked around on the sidewalk, stretching her legs. She leaned back, trying to crack her back. She sighed in annoyance, but continue to walk around the houses.

Lanie thought back to her dad; what was he doing? She knew that if he even noticed her disappearance, the thought of calling the police would never cross his mind. She remembered the first night he ahad started to abuse her.

It was only a week after her mother had died. Her father, Frank, would come home drunk, almost always in the early morning.

Her brother, Thomas, nicknamed Tommy, didn't know of his father's routine; Lanie made sure of that. She would come home from school, and make sure Tommy was sheltered from his father, and everything that he was doing.

Most recently, he had come home with 'hookers.' Lanie knew what he was sdoing with them behind closed doors, and made sure to lock Tommy and herself in his room.

One night, Lanie had just made Ramen noodles for Tommy, and had put him to bed. Bills had come in the mail, and she decided that she should take care of them, using her father's billing account. Lanie stayed in the kitchen, and sat on the kitchen table, with the family laptop sitting on the table.

She heard the door creep open, and knew her father was home. Lanie waited to see if her had brought home any of his friends, and see what state he was in.

Frank stumbled into the kitchen, slurring his words.

"Hey, Lansters," he laughed at the new nickname, and went to sit down on chair next to Lanie.

"W-What are you doin' up so late?" She shrugged, and continued to transfer the money. Frank broke down crying, and continued to say, "I miss her. I love her." Lanie felt guilty, and knew that this phase was probably from mourning about the death of her mother, and his wife.

After a few minutes, the hysteric cries stopped, and he had calmed himself. He looked up at Lanie, and stroked her cheek.

"You know, you remind me of her. You look just like your mother; you know that?" He purred against her ear.

She whimpered, and tried to escape his grasp.

"Stop!" He bellowed. Lanie stopped fighting him, not wanting for him to wake Tommy.

That was the first night he started to abuse her in every way possible.

She remembered that like the back of her hand; that went on a loop in her mind; a never ending torturous nightmare.

"Lanie? What are you doing?" She turned, and faced Sam.

"N-Nothing. I just needed some fresh air." Sam nodded. Lanie walked back to the car, and hopped in the back.

They pulled into a motel parking lot, grabbed all of the luggage. They unlocked their motel room, and set down their stuff. There was only two beds, and a small chair in the back.

Lanie felt guilty for making Sam sleep on the floor, and decided that she would have to let him have one of the beds. She knew that Dean would protest if Sam had to sleep in his bed, so she would have to volunteer to sleep on the chair; or share a bed with Sam.

Sam said, "I'll sleep in the chair." Lanie shook her head.

"No, I will. You can have the bed." Sam sighed, and scratched the back.

"Don't worry, you can have the bed."

"If you are so keen on having me sleep in the bed, we can share the bed."

Dean threw his bag on the bed closest to the door, and grabbed the room key.

"You guys can cleep where ever you want to, but I am going to the bar." He pulled the door open, and closed it behind him.

Lanie shifted nervously, and went to sit in the chair. She pulled her comics out, and decided to edit them.

This is going to be a long night.

A/N: Short, I know. My number one priority right now is to update all of my stories before school starts!