Dear Diary,

Had I known that going on the road with my brothers again would led me to some strange encounters I would have tried to tell myself to stay home. We've been looking for our father now for 6 months and only have received small clues that let us know he is still alive. Like a random phone call. Then we lost Samymy for a while but like always he came back. He states he met someone didn't say much else. But he knows that if Dean had heard then he'd be in for some teasing.

To some-up the encounters we have been through we have dealt with a wendigo, couple a vengeful spirits, a demon pilot, Bloody Mary, Shapeshifter (Dean's Personal favorite), a Pegan scarecrow, cursed land, poltergeist (which meant that we had to travel to our home town), a kid with the power to kill people (including himself), and not to mention the last issue we have dealt with the Bender Family (My personal favorite).

I NEVER WANT TO BE HUNTED BY ANOTHER HUMAN AGAIN!!! Thankfully Samy and I were together and were able to survive the death hunt. I was never so happy to see my oldest brother in my entire life.

Sorry for the venting, though that is what you are here for. Just hope my brothers never read this. Anyway, thanks for always being here. Sorry that its been so long since I wrote in you.

-Ariel Isabella Winchester

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~Chicago, Illinois~

Dean stops the car across the street. He and Sam get out dressed as employees of the alarm system company. I stay in the car and use a neighbors Wifi and Sam's computer to start researching what could have done this. Dean gets a toolbox from the trunk of the car, and they proceed towards the apartment.

After they conducted their research they showed the symbol left behind, and that the woman's heart was missing. Strange, if you ask me.

After going to our motel and having them undress into normal clothes Dean decides its time to go to a bar. Which means that he's going to try and get laid.

"So, I'm guessing we need to get another room far away from this one," I think over to Sam.

"Wonder what gave you that idea," Sam asked back mentally sarcasm dripping through.

"One bed fine," I ask.

"Yeah, like old times, Airy" he says back. I walk out of the room while Dean is still getting ready and go to the lobby of the motel we are staying at.

"Hey, my husband and I were looking for a bed for the night, do you have any at the end of the motel still open," I ask with a couple of bats of my eye lashes.

"Yes, Ma'am we do. Just need some information to book the room," he tells me. I had the man the credit card with the name Jimmy Richardson. Yeah, not my proudest moment, but we don't exactly make money anymore.

"Here you are Mrs. Richardson, hope you and your husband have a great night," the hotel person states.

"Thank you," I respond back. I walk back to the room keys in hand, just in time for Dean to finish up. I nod at Sam letting him know I get a room for us.

We arrive at the bar. Wanna take a guess what Dean does the moment he walks in. If you guessed go to the side of a beautiful woman, you are correct. Thankfully it was a bar tender and he was getting some drinks while flirting. Sam and I sat down at a table to the back of the bar.

When Dean gets our drinks and most likely her phone number he comes sit down beside Sam. While Sam and I once again had started working on the case at hand.

"Did you get anything? Besides her number," Sam asked our oldest brother.

"Dude, I'm a professional. I'm offended that you would think that," I give our oldest brother a snort and knowing look, "Very lady like of you Ariel. All right, yeah I got her number may even use it later".

Dean then proceeds to show us his napkin with number attached.

"You mind doin' a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean," Sam states annoyed with our oldest brother.

"Huh? Look, there's nothing to find out. I mean, Meredith worked here, she waited tables, everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn't do or say anything weird before she died, so—what about that symbol, you two find anything," he asks us.

"Nope, nothing. It wasn't in Dad's journal or in any of the usual books. I just have to dig a little deeper, I guess," I tell Dean in response.

"Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith," Dean asks.

"Right. Yeah," Sam says pulling out the newspaper clipping concerning the first death and handing it to Dean, "His name was, uh—his name was Ben Swardstrom. Last month he was found mutilated in his town house. Same deal—the door was locked; the alarm was on".

"Is there any connection between the two of them," Dean asks looking over at me.

"Not that we can tell—I mean, not yet, at least. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common—they were practically from different worlds," I tell Dean with a shrug of my shoulders.

"So, to recap, the only successful intel we've scored so far is the bartender's phone number" Dean responds smirking. Sam seems to notice something at the other side of the room. Dean and I looks around.

"What?" Dean says looking over at me when Sam gets up and begins walking away.

"Sammy," I yell out as he walks further away. Sam ignores us and continues to walk away. He reaches another table, where a young woman with short blonde hair is seated with her back to him. He puts his hand on her shoulder, and she turns around.

"Samy! Is that you? Oh, my God!," I hear the woman yell out as she stands up and they hug. Sam looks slightly puzzled. They pull away a few seconds later.

While watching the interaction from afar Dean starts to get up and walk towards the couple with me not following to far behind. We reach the pair and Dean clears his throat. However, like before he is ignored. Dean clears his throat again, louder this time.

"Dude cover your mouth," Sam states looking back at his brother.

"Yeah, um, I'm sorry, Meg. This is, uh—this is my brother, Dean. And my twin sister, Ariel," Sam says as he suddenly remembered that we were here.

"This is Dean," she says looking at him. Dean smiles thinking it a good thing. Knowing that when Sam left it was because Dean I knew otherwise.

"Yeah," Sam says with a slight nod of his head.

"So, you've heard of me," Dean asks Meg looking like he struck gold.

"Oh, yeah. I've heard of you. Nice—the way you treat your brother and sister like luggage," she tells him causing me to chuckle at my brothers confused expression.

"Sorry," Dean asks.

"Why don't you let them do what they want to do? Stop dragging them over God's green earth," she tells him.

"Meg, it's all right," Sam tells her. The four of us look around quietly. Dean whistles lowly

"Okay, awkward. I'm gonna get a drink now," Dean tells us. He gives Sam a puzzled look, then walks over to the bar.

"Wow, I almost kind of like you, but at the same time I don't," I tell her with a smile on my face, "I think I'll go follow the puppy with his tail between his leg. I was nice meeting you, Meg".

I walk off to where Dean had left to and sit with him.

"There is something off about her," I tell Dean.

"Yeah, you mean besides the fact she just told me off," he states looking at me over his shoulder.

"Yeah, but I can't place my finger on it," I tell him, "her energy feels off".

"Like how," he asks me with a confused look.

"I honestly don't know. Its not like I have actually practice with my abilities," I tell him.

"Well, next break we have you will be. I need to know what the feelings you get mean," he tells me.