The Demon's Girl

Chapter 1

Ch.1

(Sam's p.o.v)

I were packing up to leave the motel we were staying at, getting ready to leave Milwaukee, Wisconsin, after defeating the vengeful spirits of Thomas Myers and Caroline Matthews, a teenage couple who killed their bullies for harassing them to the brink of death. For a pair of ghosts, there were pretty strong. Well, all ghost we come across are pretty strong, but they were a handful. I swung my ban over my shoulder and walked out the motel room, walking towards Dean.

"Ready to go?" he asked.

I tossed my bag in the backseat and slipped in the passenger seat. Dean got in and began to drive off. "So where to next?" I asked. Dean shrugged and smirked. "We're going to take a little vacation over at Chicaco," Dean answered.

"Vacation?" I repeated. "Dean, we have a job to do. Hunting demons and creatures, and you want to just take a vacation?"

"Sammy, let's face it. When was the last time we actually took a relaxing time to cool off and take a break?" Dean asked. I didn't answer. Truth was, we never did have a vacation. I mean, how could we? With the things we do for a living, resting was never an option for us. "Look, Sam, if something pops up, then we're going to finish them. But for now, we're going to rest up and sight see the area. You never know, maybe you'll meet someone special and... intermingle."

"Like how you intermingled with Cas the other night before he left to go on business over at Heaven?" I teased.

Dean blushed and stared straight at the road. "That's competely different, Sam," he said quickly. I laughed and bit my lip. "Right. That's why I can hear Cas moaning and crying out your name even from outside the hotel room," I laughed. Dean glared at me and punched my arm.

"Bitch."

"Jerk."

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We finally stopped in Chicago and checked in a motel, then went out to grab some breakfast. And by breakfast, I mean two Big Macs, large French fries, and soda. Dean, being Dean, blasted Metallica as lous as he could and was jamming out. It's no surprise that we got some stares from people.

"Having fun there, rock star?" I joked.

"Living the life, baby," he replied.

I watched as Dean sang horribly, making me winch. "Okay, I'm gonna leave now so that no one will know I'm related to you in any way," I said. Dean ignored me to jam out. I got out of the car and just walked around. I looked into shops and gazed around. I walked past shops and other stores. I found myself at a park and sat down on a bench. The air was cool, and there were a few parents sitting around while watching their children play. I continued to glance around, taking out my headphones and IPod so I can listen in music without Dean complaining.

"Did you hear about what happened last night with Alex Winston?" one of the bystanding women asked.

"Poor boy died in the woods last night. Police found him bleeding out and chest all bloody," another replied.

I stopped and began to eavesdrop on the conversation, pretending I was listening to music. "Everyday, it's like another man dying a helpless death. Imagine what they're family are going through," the second woman added. "My condolences to the family."

I thought carefully about what they said and walked over to them. "Excuse me. I hate to intrude in your conversation, but I couldn't help but to overhear about this Alex Winston. Can you tell me about him?" I asked. The woman looked at me in surprise. "You haven't heard what's been going around here in Chicago, haven't you?" she asked. I shook my head and stared at her curiously.