I sat in the back of the Impala, chatting quietly with Dean. I hadn't told him about the yellow eye'd man I had been help up by at Sam's apartment. He didn't need another reason to worry. Sam was sleeping in the front, seemingly peaceful. He suddenly flinched and began shaking. I leaned forward, gazing at him in worry. "Dean?" I whisper, turning to him. "Should I wake him?" I ask nervously, frowning more when he shook his head.

"This is the most he's slept all week." Dean replied, looking at me briefly. "Just let him rest." I looked back in concern, smoothing out his hair gently and pressing a kiss to his temple.

After a second, Sam gasped and shot upwards, looking around with wide panicked eyes. He calmed down once he felt my hands rubbing his shoulders.

"You okay, big guy?" I ask, gazing up at him. He glanced back at me and I saw his face harden. He always did that when he tried to hide his emotions from me.

"Yeah..." He sighed. "I'm fine."

"I'm here for you, hun." I coo, patting his shoulders before sitting back. The Winchesters had a serious problem of bottling up their emotions. But I shouldn't be talking. I do the same thing.

"You wanna drive for a while?" Dean offered. Sam and I whipped our heads over to Dean, clearly surprised at his offer.

"What kind of shit is that?" I muttered. "How come I never get to drive?"

Dean swerved off the road, parking at the curb. He turned around, pointing a  finger at me. "You remember the last time you got behind the wheel?" He jeered at my reddening face. Oh I remember alright....

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With an excited scream, I blazed down the road somewhere in West Texas. John sat in the passenger seat, gripping the dash and the door so tightly that his knuckles turned white, Dean sat in the back, screaming like a little girl as I easily pushed past 90 MPH and steadily gaining speed. "LOTTIE! SLOW DOWN!" I hear the both of them shout, trying to shout over the blaring radio.
~~~

I crossed my arms over my bosom, leaning back in my seat, pouting. "Of course I do...." I hum

"Exactly, now sit pretty, Princess. Let me chauffer you everywhere." He started to drive again.

I raised an eyebrow. "I'm surprised you even know the word 'Chauffeur'. Isn't it a bit too big for your vocabulary?" I ask, grinning when he gave me a look of pure anger.

"You know Dean, in your whole life, you've never once asked me that." Sam said, still grinning from remembering me telling him about my first drive.

Dean shrugged, turning his attention back to the road. "Just thought you might want to. Never mind then."

"Look, guys, you're worried about me. I get it, and I thank you, but I'm perfectly okay." I rolled my eyes and laid, sighing out in relaxation.

"Where are we?" Sam asked, grabbing the map.

"We should be just outside of Grand Junction." I say quickly, sitting up in a flash. The boys gazed at me, wondering how the hell I got that so easily. I grinned to myself.

Sam folded down the map in order to get a better view of where we were heading. The map was of Colorado and a large X was placed on the coordinates 35-111. "You know what?" He said, refusing to look up. "Maybe we shouldn't have left Standford so soon."

I rolled down my window and lit up a cigarette. "Sam," I started, taking a long drag of my cancer stick. "We dug around there for at least a week. We came up with nothing. It's like what I told you, if you wanna find the thing that killed Jessica-"

Sam cut me off, nodding his head. "We gotta find Dad first, I know."

"With John disappearing," I continue. "And with the creature showing up after 20 years, I don't think it's a coincidence. John will have answers, and he'll know what to do."

"It's just weird." Sam started. "The coordinates he gave us, this is Blackwater Ridge. There's nothing there. It's just woods."

Sam handed the map back when I smacked his shoulder for it and I looked down at it in wonder. "Why the hell would he send out to the middle of nowhere?" I snap.

"I was gonna ask the same thing." Sam agreed. He turned his head towards the road. My eye caught the sign we had passed. We were just now entering the Lost Creek Colorado National Forest.

~***~

"So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote." Sam explained as he circled around a map of the national forest that was inside the station. I stood with Dean in front of a portrait of a hunter who had bagged a grizzly.

"This is one huge bear." I grin over at Dean as my accent rips through my throat again, showing my excitement. "Imagine if I got mauled by this motha." Dean tsked gently, rubbing his chin.

"I'd hafta put ya down then." He commented. I snorted and gave him a sideways glare, knowing he was trying to make fun of my accent.

"You three aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?" A forest ranger asked, having come up from behind. The three of us spun around. I glanced at his name tag before opening my mouth.

"No way, the last time I went camping, I ended up an orphan." I say nonchalantly. "These two are environmental study majors for UC Boulder. I'm just the ride." I wink, smirking when Dean snorted.

"Yeah! Recycle, man!" Dean says all too cheerfully.

"Bull," The ranger replied, unamused. I flinched, trying not to laugh. "You're friends with that Haley girl, aren't you?"

Sam considered this for a moment. "Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger Wilkinson."

Wilkinson nodded. "Well, in that case, I'll tell you exactly what I told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he won't be back from Blackwater till the twenty-fourth, so it's not exactly a missing person." I shook my head and the boys followed my lead. "You tell that girl to quit worrying. I'm sure her brothers fine."

"We will." Sam stated, turning to leave while shooting Dean and I a look.

"That Haley girl's quite a pistol, huh?" He asked. I went rigid, slowly turning to him. I wanted to knock him out so bad.

"That's putting it mildly."

"Actually, you know what would help, is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother's return date." Dean continued. The ranger looked at him oddly before heading out back and returning with the permit. I gave him a small smile, burying my elbow into Dean's side as the ranger turned away. Hey, a girl can be jealous if she wants.

"What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?" Sam asked as we made our way to the car. Dean frowned, rubbing at his ribs. I looked at Sam with a smug smirk.

"The coordinates point to Blackwater ridge, so what are we waiting for? Let's just go find Dad, Dean." Sam started to explain.

"I don't know, maybe we should know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it?" I rolled my eyes and braced my hands on my hips.

"Listen, hun. I've known you for years, so, I think I know whats actually running through your mind." I snort, leaning against the Impala. "You're a horn dog. But in all seriousness, Sammy, I have to agree with Dean. We don't know whats out there. It's be a hell of a lot smarter to know what we're gonna kill." I say gently, rubbing my arm lightly. Dean shot me a look of appreciation. Silence followed for a few moments as Dean and I looked at Sam oddly.

"What?" Sam snapped.

"Since when did you become the 'shoot first, ask questions later', kind of dude?" I asked timidly.

"Since now." Sam said, opening the car door and getting in. Dean and I shared a nervous look. This wasn't Sam.

~***~

We ended up crowded around the door of the household that supposedly was the one Haley resided in. Dean barely knocked on the door as it swung open. A girl stood there, looking anything but pleased to see us at her door step.

"Can I help you?" She spat. I stifled a chuckle. I guess someone put their tampon in wrong.

"You must be Haley Collins." Dean greeted. My fingers gripped his backside in a tight pinch.  "I'm Dean, this is Sam, and back there is Carlotta. We're rangers with the Park Service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. He wanted us to ask a few questions about your brother, Tommy."

Haley hesitated, her eyes darting between us. "Let me see some ID." She ordered. We all flashed our fake ID's. She glanced at them expressionless before stepping aside. "Come on in." She suddenly paused, taking notice to the Impala parked out front. "Is that yours?" She asked, nodding to the car.

Dean nodded proudly as he answered. "Yeah."

"Nice car." She commented. She led us all in and turned, walking away. I shoved passed Dean, giving him a dirty look. His face dropped as I gave my best cold shoulder, which was basically the icy mountain tops in China. I followed after Haley.

The Winchesters and I sat at a small table in the kitchen along with Haley and her younger brother, Ben. The three of us on one side, and the two of them on the other.

"So, if Tommy's not due back for a while, how do you know something's wrong?" I ask, gazing at Haley.

She sighed gently. "He checks in everyday by cell. He emails, photos, stupid little videos- we haven't heard anything in over three days now."

Sam spoke up, offering his thoughts. "Well, maybe he can't get cell reception."

Haley nodded. "We thought that at first too, but then I remembered he had his satellite phone."

"Could it be he's having fun and forgot to check in?" I ask gently. Ben suddenly sat up, a glare pointed at me.

"He wouldn't do that!" He all but yelled. Dean shot him a dark look and he looked down instantly. I sighed lightly, laying my palms flat on the table.

"Ben, I understand where you're coming from, but we have to look at all the possibilities." I say, soothing his anger at me. He nodded and sat back down.

"Our parents are gone. It's just my two brothers and I. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other." Haley said gently. I nodded.

"Can I see the pictures he sent you?" Sam asked.

She nodded, taking out her laptop that Ben had been using and pulled up various photos Tommy had sent her though his trip. She even pointed him out in a photo as Dean and I crowded around the screen before she went to show us Tommy's latest video.

"Hey, Haley! Day Six! We're still out near BlackWater Ridge. We're fine! Keeping safe- so don't worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow." The video stopped, my eyes catching a shadow speeding behind the tent Tommy was in. I cocked my head, leaning down a little more to gaze at the paused screen. Something about that shadow had fear clawing up my belly.

"Well, we'll find your brother." Dean promised. "We're heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing." I nod with Dean, but that ominous feeling still clawing my gut.

"Then we'll see you there." Haley stated. "Look, I can't sit around here anymore. So I hired a guy. I'm heading out in the morning, and I'm gonna find Tommy myself."

"I think I know how you feel." Dean said. I heard Sam sigh. I looked back at him, raising my eyebrow as he shot Dean a dirty look.

"Hey, Haley." She looks over at me, raising an eyebrow. "Mind forwarding these to us?"

Her cheeks tinged pink as I sent her one of my flirty smirks. She nodded quickly. "S-Sure, I can do that."

"Thanks, Doll."

~***~

The dingy bar seemed like home to myself. Sam needed to look over Tommy's video and I needed a drink. "So, Blackwater Ridge doesn't get a lot of traffic. Local campers mostly, but still. This past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found." Sam grabbed at John's journal.

"And before that?" I hum, sipping at the dark rum swirling around in my glass.

Sam nodded, proceeding to withdraw a couple of newspaper articles out of the journal. I grasped at the paper as Dean came around, leaning over my shoulder to read it with me. "Yeah, I'm 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities say it was a grizzly attack." I looked up in confusion. "And again, in 1959, and also another one before that in 1936."

Deans snort washed over my ear, sending shivers down my back. I leaned forward and cupped my head with my hand. "So, every twenty-three years?"

Sam nodded. "Every twenty-three years. Just like clockwork. Okay, watch this. Here's the clincher. I downloaded that guy, Tommy's, video to the laptop. Check this out." He played the video again, and a slight sting washed up my ankle as I gazed at the screen. I rubbed my forehead lightly and sighed.

"No grizzly moves that fast." I sigh out.

"Do it again." Dean instructed. Sam played the video again, stopping it as the shadow came into view.

"That's like, what, three frames? Like a fraction of a second. Whatever it is, it can move." I sigh, leaning back again. Dean set down two shot glasses in front of me and lifted one of them to give a small cheer for the both of us. Sam gave us a weird look.

"We told you something weird was going on." Dean smirked, tossing back his shot after slapping at Sam's shoulder. "And did you believe us? No."

"When will you learn, Sammy My Boy." The tequila burns as it glides down my throat, a delighted sigh leaving my lips. "I'm always right."

Sam nodded with an unamused expression. He mumbled an apology. "Yeah, I got one more thing." He closed his laptop and proceeded to hand over more newspaper clippings. "In '59, one camper survived his supposed grizzly attack. He was just a kid. He barely crawled out alive."

"He got a name?"

Sam nodded as I set my shot glass down, sighing out. "Well, we better get to it then."