Disclaimer; I don't own Supernatural. Eric Kripke had all the rights. Though, I wish I did.

AND I TOTALLY FORGOT TO PUT THIS IN EARLIER CHAPTERS BUT EMERY WILSON AND HER NON-SHOW RELATED PLOT LINES ARE MINE. SO... LIKE... JUST DON'T STEAL HER, OKAY?

Pilot; Part Two
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"The problem is not the problem. The problem is your attitude about the problem. Do you understand?" -Captain Jack Sparrow

"I MEAN, C'MON, YOU CAN'T JUST break in during the middle of the night and expect me to hit the road with you," Sam stated, the three of them descending the staircase in the building.

Emery followed guiltily behind the two, not really in the conversation, but still listening.

"I hear you, Sammy. Dad's missing. I need you to help me find him," Dean stated, looking over his shoulder at the taller boy.

"Remember the poltergeist in Amherst? Or the Devil's gates in Clifton? He was missing then, too. He's always missing, and he's always fine," Sam rambled, and they reached the end of the staircase.

"Not for this long," Dean looked up at Sam, who was on the bottom step. "Now are you coming with us or not?"

"Not."

"Why not?" Dean gave Sam the raised eyebrow look. Emery shook her head at the two bickering. It was like, two a.m. and she wanted to sleep in the back of the Impala.

"I swore I was done hunting," Emery threw her hands up behind Sam. She really just wanted to go, with or without Sam, it didn't matter. The guilt was sort of eating her alive. "For good."

"Come on, it wasn't easy, but it wasn't that bad," Dean explained, before turning and making his way out of the building. Emery mentally cheered, ready to snuggle up in the back of the Impala and snooze.

"When I told Dad I was scared of the thing in my closet, he gave me a '45," Sam stated, and Emery cursed. Where they gonna fight all night about this?

"What was he supposed to do?" Dean asked, stopping.

With a sigh, Emery walked forward and held her hand out expectantly. Dean grabbed the keys from his pocket and placed them in the brunette's hand. She pushed passed the others and outside, walking toward the Impala. Emery unlocked the doors, dropping the keys in the driver's seat, before climbing in the back seat. She had left the two bickering boys, annoyed at both of them.

She curled up, and listening to the silence. But then the guilt started whispering stuff at her, telling her that if Dean would have know, John would be with them again. Or Dean could be helping with the demon.

She heard the trunk slam, and looked back through the window. Emery noticed the two brothers still bickering. She rolled her eyes, and laid back down on the leather.

A couple minutes later, Dean entered the Impala, and grabbed the keys off the seat. The engine roared to life, and Emery moaned in delight.

"Just don't be to loud, Winchester," Emery stated, sitting up and patting Dean on the right cheek. He swatted her hand away, and Emery laid back down again.

She closed her eyes, happy to hear the rumble of the Impala. Before she knew it, Emery had drifted off into a state of unconsciousness.

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Emery woke up a couple hours later, when they were stopped to get some gas. Dean had went inside, obviously going to pay and get some snack food. Emery had ordered him to get her usual, which was some Dill Pickle chips, a Hershey's chocolate bar, and a Pepsi.

He walked out of the shop a couple minutes later, a chocolate bar in his mouth, everything gathered in his arms.

"Hey! You want some breakfast?" Dean asked, and Emery reached out of the back window, grabbing her stuff.

"No, thanks," Sam answered, and Emery noticed he was going through the cassette tapes. "So, how'd you pay for that stuff? You and Dad still running credit card scams?"

"Yeah, well, hunting ain't exactly a pro-ball career," Dean said, taking the gas nozzle out of the Impala and putting it back into the machine. "Besides, all we do is apply, it's not our fault they send us the cards."

Dean was into the mullet rock, which meant that Sam would probably not find any music he'd like.

"And what name did you write on the application this time?" Sam asked, closing the Impala's door that he had open.

"Uh," Dean drew out, thinking, "Bert Aframian, and his son Hector, and Hector's wife, Amelia. Scored three cards out of the deal."

Emery popped her head between the two, smiling at Sam with a wide, closed lip smile. She then started with her chocolate bar, taking a huge bite out of it. The girl hummed along with the silence, making her own tune because Sam was being picky about the music.

"Sounds about right. I swear, man, you gotta update your cassette tape collection," Sam stated, still flipping through. Emery took a sip of her Pepsi, before passing the bottle up to Dean, because he didn't buy himself one.

"Why?" Dean asked, looking at the box of tapes sitting on Sam's lap.

"For one, they are cassette tapes," Sam said, raising his brows at Dean. "And two; Black Sabbath? Motörhead? Metallica?" He showed Dean each label as he read them. Dean plucked the AC/DC tape out of his hand, obviously going to put it in. "It's the greatest hits of mullet rock."

"Yeah, well," Dean turned the tape the right way. Behind him, Emery mimicked him, which Sam saw in the rearview mirror, and smiled at the girl. "House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music," He put the tape in. "Shotgun shuts his cake hole."

The tape that was in there was put back in the box, and Dean started the car as Emery laughed. She patted Sam's shoulder, the boy laughing a little along with her.

"You know, Sammy was a chubby twelve year old. It's Sam."

AC/DC's Back in Black started playing, Emery air guitar playing the starting.

"Sorry, I can't hear you," Dean motioned to his ear. "The music's to loud."

"Don't worry, he's usually this grouchy in the mornings," Emery said, and Dean gave her a sour look in the mirror. She simple shrugged innocently back at him. "It's true!"

Dean than pulled out of the gas station, and Emery continued to rock out in the backseat, singing loudly behind the two boys.

However, when Sam started calling someone, she quieted down. Emery ended up on her back, the cool leather pressed against the exposed back as she 'danced' to the drums of the song. Her feet were kicking the air, and she felt like a teenager again, and she noticed Dean looking at her from the rearview mirror, she gave him a wave with her fingers, before he went to listening to whatever Sam had started saying.

They pulled up to a bridge, which was a outside of the small community of Jericho, California, which was where the men had disappeared. Emery sat up as Dean stopped the car, fixing her shirt and hair, trying to look a little bit more official in her dark jeans and K.I.S.S band tee.

She shrugged on her black leather jacket as the three of them stepped out of the car, Dean holding Emery's and his fake Federal Marshall badge.

The three walked up to the scene, Emery almost cringing at the sight of everything. The car had a lot of blood on the windshield, probably from whatever they were hunting killing it's prey. Emery walked beside Dean, and they approached the car, stopping a foot away from the back of it.

"... No footprints, not fingerprints. It's almost too clean."

"So this kid, Troy, he's dating your daughter, isn't he? How's Amy doing?" A dark skinned officer asked the sheriff.

Dean raised his eyebrows at the news, looking at Emery with a knowing glance. They were obviously going to catch up with this 'Amy' chick after they were done here.

"She's putting up missing posters downtown," the other deputy responded, his voice sounding a little sad.

Dean took this as his moment to start questioning, so he walked toward the edge of the bridge they were standing on asking, "you fellows had another one like this just last month, didn't you."

The dark skinned officer stood up straight from his previous position, the crouch done from talking to the sheriff, and stared at Dean.

"Who are you?"

Emery opened the badge up, showing it to the officer. "Federal Marshall's."

"You three a little young for Marshall's aren't ya?"

Dean let out a laugh, while Emery smiled. "Thanks, that's awfully kind of you," the petite brunette spoke.

Dean took a step toward the car, turning back toward the man. "You did have another one just like this, correct?"

"Yeah, that's right," the guy squinted his eyes against the sun. "About a mile up the road. There's been others before that."

"So, this victim," Sam finally spoke up. "You knew him?"

The officer nodded, "town like this, everybody knows everybody."

"Any connection between the victims besides the fact that they are all males?" Emery asked, before sending a look towards Dean.

"No, not so far, as we can tell," the officer answered, and Emery gave him a smile. He was really being helpful and nice, and she appreciated that.

Dean and Emery had made their way around so they were standing at the back of the car again, looking at any possible clues for what this thing was.

"So, what's the theory?" Sam asked, looking at the other side of the car. He was making his way over to where Emery and Dean stood.

"Honestly, we don't know. Serial murder? Kidnapping reign?"

"That is exactly the kind of crap police work I would expect outta you guys," Dean said. Both Sam and Emery, who were standing on either side of Dean, stepped in his feet. Dean made a noise of pain, before covering it up with a laugh.

The officer looked at the trio in confusion.

"Thanks for your time," Sam and Emery said in unison, before they started walking away. Emery shot him a smile over her shoulder, before she looked at Dean and glared hard at the side of his face.

Dean cuffed Sam on the back of the head, and Sam turned to him, stating an 'ow' with venom dripping from his voice.

"What was that for?" Sam asked, angrily.

"For stepping on my foot," Dean said, before cuffing Emery too. She let out a yelp of protest, glaring at the oldest.

"Why do you gotta talk like police like that?" Sam asked, and Emery walked faster. She didn't want to get caught between their little spat.

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The three of them were walking around downtown Jericho, looking for Amy. When they noticed two girls hanging a picture with Troy's face on it, they knew one of them had to be Amy.

As they approached, Dean turned to the two other people in their group,"bet on that's her."

"Yeah," Emery mumbled, staring at the girl.

They approached her as she turned the corner it hang another poster, outside of what seemed to be an old, closed down theatre.

"You must be Amy," Dean said, as they stopped in front of the teenager.

"Yeah," the girl said, looking over at the group quickly.

"Yeah, Troy told us about you," Dean said.

"We're Troy's aunt and uncles. I'm Emery, this is Dean, and that's Sammy," Emery finished for Dean, pointing at the two as she introduced them.

"He never mentioned you to me," Amy said snootily, turning around to walk down the street.

"Ah, that's Troy for you. We aren't around much," Dean explained/lied. "We're up is Modesto."

"So, we're looking for him too, and," Sam took a deep breath, "we're kinda asking around," Sam was interrupted by a girl asking if Amy was okay. Amy replied with a yeah, before Sam continued, "And we were wondering if we could ask you some questions?"

Next thing Emery knew, she was sitting in a booth, with a cup of much needed coffee in front of her. Her hands were cupped around it, warming her always cold skin. She acted like she listened to Amy as she took a sip. But, honestly, she knew Sam and Dean were listening intently, so what was the point.

She shifted her shoulders, trying to get comfy because she was squeezed between Dean and Sam, who were both very broad. Emery felt Dean's hand squeeze her shoulder, and to keep herself warm, she cuddled into his side.

Emery watched at Amy picked up the pentagram necklace that was around her neck, one of the boys obviously asking about it. Amy told the group that Troy had gave it to her, as some kind of joke for her parents. Sam then went all smart on the girl, explaining how the pentagram was actually something good, and wards off evil and such.

Dean then unwrapped his arm from around Emery's shoulders, and leaned forward in the table. "Okay, thank you unsolved mysteries. Here's the deal, ladies, the way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So, if you've heard anything," Dean gestured with his hands to spill the information.

Amy and her friend, who sat on the otherwise of the booth, gave each other a look. Emery put her coffee on the table, looking between the two before speaking up. "What?"

Amy's friend looked at the group of hunters, "well, it's just, I mean with all these guys going missing, people talk."

"What do they talk about?" Dean, Sam and Emery asked in unison.

The two girls have each other a look, before the friend continued. "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl, she got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Well, supposedly, she's still out there. She hitch-hikes, and whoever picks her up, well, they, disappear forever."

Emery only thought of a couple things it could be, a ghost being the most reasonable thing. The three hunters gave each other a look.

"Thanks so much for your time," Emery chimed as the three shuffled out of the booth, Dean putting a couple bills on the table, enough to pay for everyone's drinks.

The group of three then rushed to the Impala, going to the library to look up how this ghost became a ghost.

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edited.

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as celebration i'm posting this for you guys.

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