Trouble

Lookin good

Victoria's POV:

Watching my sister walk out of the door was hard. But now knowing that she was a demon all this time made me feel worse.

"It's only 11 in the morning! I thought it'd be later." I said.

"We should get dressed and go to the bar." Dean said.

Sam and I nodded our heads.

I went into my room and put on black skinny jeans that were ripped up, a white tank top, and a black leather jacket.

I walked out of the room and sat in the kitchen and waited for the guys. When they came out I looked at there outfits.

Dean was dressed kinda like me except he had on blue jeans that weren't ripped and a tee shirt not a tank top.

Sam was in a plaid button up with jeans. We got into the impala and drove to the bar.

Once we got there Dean ordered for us.

Sam pulled out his laptop to do some research.

"Nerd." I said.

He slapped the back of my head playfully. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Got anything?" I asked Sam.

"Yep. On a hiking trail in Minnesota a state trooper was found dead. His skin was nowhere to be found." Sam said.

"So what is it?" I asked.

"A wendigo I would say." Dean said.

"I've never hunted one of those." I told them.

"Well they're really good at hunting in the day but at night there even better. You kill them with steel, iron, or silver." Dean said.

"Well then that's awesome." I said.

They laughed. When we finished our drink we went back to the bunker.

"I'm gonna go pack for Minnesota." I told them.

I grabbed my suitcase and started to pack.

I started humming for the first time by the script. Someone knocked on my door and I opened it.

It was Dean.

"Hey dress in something professional cause we are going to the crime scene today." He said. I nodded my head and closed the door again.

I put on a black pencil skirt with a white button up blouse and a black throw over jacket.

I sat on the bed and put on black high heels. I grabbed my suitcase and walked to the car. I put it in the backseat and went inside again.

Sam finished getting ready first.

"Sam you look handsome." I told him.

"You look great yourself." He said and smiled.

When Dean came out he grabbed the keys.

"Looking good Dean." I said. He smirked.

"Right back at you shorty." He said. I rolled my eyes. We got into the car and drove to Minnesota.

After driving for about three hours we stopped to get gas for the car.

I went inside to use the bathroom and buy some food. It took me about ten minutes cause there was a line.

When I went outside the impala wasn't there.

Dean's POV:

My phone rang and it was Victoria.

"Victoria why are you calling me?" I asked and turned around and she wasn't there. My eyes widened and I answered the phone.

"Douchewad what the hell you left me at the gas station!" She yelled. Sam heard and chuckled.

"I'm turning around now." I said and hung up. I made a quick U-turn.

"We're dead." I said looking at Sam.

"She's gonna kill us." He said.