Rewrite Of Supernatural Series: Season 1.

Dead Man's Blood - Part 1.

Promises of a home cooked meal lured you into that particular restaurant. The windows let the sunlight strut in, and it illuminated the newspaper you were reading. Dean and Sam sat with your Dad's journals in hand; you four had come up with a rotation system that allowed you to spread as much knowledge as you could without losing your minds. B/F was on her laptop.

You two girls were looking for a case while the boys read up on you. They were very close to cracking the whole first paragraph of your prophecy actually - on the last line, if your collective efforts had been accounted right. But it wasn't making any sense right now.

You skimmed through the last few pages, sighing as you folded it to reach your coffee. 'Alright, then,' you addressed the table at large. 'Not a decent lead in all of Nebraska. What do you got?'

No one looked up; B/F answered. 'Well, I've been scanning Wyoming, Colorado, South Dakota. Here,' she read, '"A woman in Iowa fell 10,000 feet from an airplane, and survived."'

Dean responded, giving an indication that they were indeed listening. 'Sounds more like "That's incredible" than, uh, "The Twilight Zone".'

'Yeah.'

'Hey, you know,' Dean kept his book upside down on the table so he wouldn't lose his place. 'We can keep heading east. New York, Upstate.' He got a certain smirk, 'Stop by and see Sarah again. Huh?'

Sam didn't react.

'She's a cool chick. man. Smokin',' he whistled.

'You have a girlfriend,' B/F chimed in before you could.

'I also have eyes,' he said, pausing to gauge your reaction.

'I thought you only had eyes for me,' you teased, resting your elbows on the table to lean in.

He smirked, with his eyes looking sideways at you in that adorable boyish way that made your heart melt. 'You have nothing to worry about, I can prove it right here - and you know it, sweetheart.' That cheeky bastard; he probably meant that.

'Please don't,' Sam groaned.

'Come on,' Dean said. 'You two seemed pretty friendly.'

It earned a bashful smile from Sam.

'What do you say?'

'Yeah, I don't know,' Sam sighed. 'Maybe, someday. But in the meantime, we got a lot of work to do, Dean. You know that.'

You exchanged a look with B/F. She rolled her eyes at your brother, 'You're the sole murderer of your joy, Sammy.'

He glared at her, 'Don't call me that.' He's told her that a handful of times. She's never listened; she's not going to start now.

'Alright,' you said. 'What else you got?' you nudged your friend.

She frowned. 'Manning, Colorado. Uh, "Local man by the name of Daniel Elkins was found mauled in his home".'

'Elkins,' Dean said. 'I know that name.'

Your eyes lit in recognition. 'John's journal!'

Dean had the exact same thought when his hand dived for his duffel.

'Sounds like the police doesn't know what to think,' she continued. 'At first they said, it was some sort of bear attack, and now, they found signs of robbery.'

'You were right,' Dean tapped on your hand, turning the book for Sam and B/F who were sitting adjacent to one another. Sam was across you, making Dean and B/F were opposite to one another. 'Here. Check it out.'

The bookworms lean in to see the same page. Sam raises his brow at the couple. 'You guys think it's the same Elkins?'

'It's Colorado area code, isn't it?' you glance at Dean for confirmation because you were just basing off your memory.