(Chris's P.O.V.)

Wind whipped my hair and I blinked in the afternoon sun. That morning Sam and Dean had gotten a call from their dad, the strange thing was, the same guy called us and told us the same thing that he told Dean and Sam, I just couldn't figure out how he got our numbers. The only way would be is if the brothers gave him them.

Jen was sitting next to me humming a song on the radio, it was some American song that she had heard and now couldn't stop listening to it. In her lap was her laptop and a web page with our new hunt on it. Apparently each year in the second week of April, a couple on a cross-country trip has gone missing near Burkittsville, Indiana. The sky was a bright blue and a few clouds dotted the sky. Our lovely 1979 Triumph had met a sudden and horrid end when it got jacked and some bloody gits had driven it off a bridge. For a couple days we were carless, but Dean and Sam found us a dark red Buick Skylark GSX. It drove like a dream and purred like a kitten. I was amazed that they could find such a classy car. The interior was pretty snazzy as well, with dark leather seats and a hidden compartment in the trunk. It still was nothing like our Triumph, but it was still really nice.  Suddenly Jen's phone rang. Jen made a sound of dissatisfaction and I glanced over.

"What's up?" My mouth quirked as I started to realize that we were sounding more like Americans every day.

"It's Grandma Elisa."

"Really? You should probably answer that then." Jen flipped open her phone and pressed the speaker button.

"Dear girls, I am dreadfully aware that you have not come to visit me in my old age and feel the need to inform you that you are healthy young women who should settle down and find a husband." Jen took a sip from her apple slushy and I drank some root beer. "While this thought stuck in my head I made some phone calls and found both of you suitable husbands." All of a sudden it was like I couldn't breath. My hand slipped from the wheel and the car started to glide toward the edge of the road. I quickly grabbed for the wheel and righted the car while Jen seemed to choke on her slushy.

"What!?" We both screeched in harmony.

"Yea dears, and please do not screech like banshees, it is very unbecoming of a young lady." I heard Jen quietly snort and was thankful that Grandma Elisa hadn't heard her. "I think that you will be most pleased with the matches that I have picked out for you."

"But Grandmother!" Jen protested. Deciding that I should pour all of my attention into this talk I pulled off to the side of the road. "This is the twenty-first century, people don't have arranged marriages anymore, except maybe the royalty."

"Yes, well, I find that you two will either end up old unmarried biddies, or you will marry some wayward unemployed highway man." I gasped at her remark. Even though it would most likely be true I still didn't like be told so. "That is why I have talked to the Duchess Renalda. She has a son, Lionel Pierce. He is only two years older than Jen, but he has a fabously wealthy family and he seems to be quite taken with you."

"How?" Jen shrieked in protest. "I've never even met the bloody bastard!" My eyebrows shot up in surprise. She has never yelled or screamed at our grandma, much less cussed near her.

"Jenneth Beckett Remington!" Our grandma shouted. "Is that anyway to speak to your grandmother?" It had been a while since I had heard anyone say Jen's full name and it was a little strange. "Now you now that even though your father married some city girl milk maid you still carry the blood line if the Remington's in your veins, which means that you are still technically a countess." I grimaced at the term. It was true though. Our father was to be the successor to the Remington line. As Count Remington he was to live life like many others in Britain and act like all the other snobs. Jen and I had avoided that life for as long as possible. "Christianna Joyce Remington!" Jen smacked my arm and I was dragged back to reality.

"Yes grandmother." I called politely. I heard Jen snicker.

"Even though your impudent older sister has her qualms about this arrangement, she is still going to marry Duke Lionel. You will also have a marriage, but for you it will be with Duke Armington's son, Felix Armington." I gagged. I had met the guy once. Sure, he was unbelievably good looking, but he was also a very big flirt and sports buff. He pretty much acted like every American teenage guy.

"Are you sure that we would make a good match?" I questioned.

"Of course dear, his wild manner could be easily tamed by your brutish female qualities and possible reel in his wild beast like behavior. Now I have afternoon tea and other arrangements to take care of, I expect both of you to show up at the Remington manor in two months. Set the date ladies, you will meeting your future husbands in two months." Before we could get a single word in she hung up on us. Silence filled the car and I could see tears in Jen's eyes. They practically flowed like rivers. I was beyond stunned, the last time she cried like this was when she thought I had been killed by a psycho shape shifter.

What were we going to do?

(Jen's P.O.V.)

I wasn't angry. I wasn't mad. I was furious. I was enraged. How dare that evil woman decide our lives for us. My plans for the future were already planned. I would continue to hunt monsters, maybe in ten years would I settle down. Maybe. Evening was closing in and we drove farther into the night. A town was ahead and we soon located a motel. As we checked in I found the room we were staying at. Flopping down in one of the beds I buried her head in a pillow and screamed. Three minutes passed and I was still screaming strong. Not one breath had been taken and the next three minutes passed much like the ones before. Finally I stopped. As a child I could scream for ten minutes straight. Not much had changed.

"What are we going to do?" I moaned. Bolting up I grabbed my purse.

"Where are you going?" Chris asked.

"Five words, Ice cream and vegetable juice." I could see the look of disgust cross her face, but then she grabbed her own bag.

"Veggie juice? Pass. Ice cream? Totally." We both slid into our new car and I turned the engine. As we drove through town I noticed one store still had it's light on. It was a beat up looking corner store. I parked the car and turned the engine off. We both pocketed guns in our holsters and I rummaged around for a state trooped badge. As I climbed out of the car I made sure to grab the keys and lock up the entire car. Chris strutted inside and headed over to the frozen food area. When I caught up I saw her trying to pick between cookie dough and chocolate chip mint. My decision was quick, grabbing a pint of vanilla ice cream and a can of vegetable juice.

I couldn't believe that our grandmother would dare to set us up with men to marry. The woman who had taught us how to take down a man in fifty different ways without a weapon. The woman who taught us how to cleverly hide poison and not get caught. Chris and I headed to the counter and placed our items down.

"What are you ladies doing out this late, hmm?" I glanced up to see a man with a distinct Mexican accent scanning our items.

"We're just passing through, we have family farther up and we haven't visited them in a while." The man nodded.

"I had family round these parts to." He started to bag our items. "Just a little bit of advice, when passing by Burkittsville, don't stay for nothing." I warily gaze at the man. How much does he know?

"Thank you for the warning, may I ask why though?" The man who I now say was Manuel shook his head.

"I can tell you this though, some couples go by, and never go back." Giving Chris and interested look I replied.

"Well, thank you for the warning. We'll make sure that we just keep on going." As we walked outside I noticed that there was a small house across the street with their light on. A curtain moved slightly and then fell back into place. "Just saying, I think that the person across the street is watching us." Chris didn't even react, she simply gave an unnoticeable nod and sat in the car. I started the car and cruised back to the motel. As we were driving I saw the front door to the house open and two men climbed into the a car that sat out front. Interesting. The thing that got me was that the two men seemed familiar.

.   .   .

The next morning I woke up to find Chris getting dressed. I yawned and started to get dressed. My boots sat by my bed and that's when I noticed my bag was slightly unzipped. Panic raced through me. Dropping like a fly I snatched up my bag and started to go through the contents. Nothing was missing, but someone had definitely gone through the bag. Climbing to my feet I hurried over to the door. It was unlocked. I knew that I had locked it. Hell I locked the windows, the front door, even the bathroom window and door had been locked.

"You know who I said that I thought someone was watching us last night?"

"Yea."

"Well, I think that we've been ransacked." Her eyebrows quirked and she groaned.

"I thought that the room seemed rustled." She started to carefully go through her belongings while I reached for my pillow. At every hotel I would slit the pillow case open, stuff my journal in and then sleep that way. I took no chances when it came to my notes. Thank fully it was still there. "None of my things have been taken. What could they have been looking for?" I shrugged.

"No clue, but I think that we should take off and ditch this tiny town." Nodding she grabbed her things and followed me out to the car. After we placed out meager possessions in the car Chris took the wheel while I took passenger side. I flipped through my notes and opened up my laptop. Hours passed and I could tell that we were getting close to Burkittsville. Deciding that it would be best to check up on things I checked the mail. I was stunned to see a message from Grandma Elisa. "Uh oh." I could tell that Chris was interested so I read the mail aloud. "Dear Christianna and Jenneth, I am happily thankful to have to tell you that the marriage meeting has been moved from two months from now to......" I trailed off, anger building up.

"Now to?" Chris urged.

"It's been moved to next month." I managed to choke out. Chris's hands yanked the wheel causing us to skid off the road and into a ditch. My head smashed against the side window, but there was no damage to the glass. I groaned and heard Chris moan. Out of the corner of my eye I started to take inspection of her. Her red hair had been tousled, but remained in her ponytail. Other than a scrape here and there she was fine. I sighed in relief and scrambled out of the car. Happiness flooded me when I saw that the car was unharmed. There was a small dent on the passenger side door, but I could easily beat it out with a hammer. "Try to start the car." I commanded. She did as I told her and the car roared to life. Getting back into the car we snaked back onto the road.

"Damn, remember, never read crap messages while I'm driving." I laughed and reread the message. Soon though the small town of Burkittsville came into view. Chris pulled in and I glanced around. It was a very small town and because of that I was able to spot something I thought I wouldn't see for at least a year or two.

A black 1967 Chevy Impala.