The "little one."

Chapter 2.

Spencer wake up." Sam shook me awake, I rolled over and groaned, "Ugh, what time is it Sammy?"

"5:30." I sat up and threw my pillow at him. "Hey! What was that for?" He laughed, shielding himself from the pillow. "Why am I up at 5:30?!" I rubbed my eyes. "Cause I wanna get a jump on this Spenc!" Sam said, flipping up his laptop. I slid out from under the covers and stood behind him. "What do you think it is Sam? Demon? Legend? Or just a vengeful or angry spirit?" I asked. "I'm not sure kiddo. That's what we gotta find out."

I sighed and walked over to our coffee maker, I made Sam his coffee and set it in front of him. "Thanks."

"Mmhm. You talk to Dean yet this morning?"

He chuckled a bit. "Yeah right. Dean at five am?"

I slapped the back of his head. "Ow!"

"You'll wake me up but not him?!"

"Well yeah! You always used to wake up early with dad and I remember?"

I shrugged. "Yeah but being alone with Dean for five years I usually don't wake up until two pm."

Sam scoffed and looked up at me. "Well that's gotta change. We need to get on these cases faster." I nodded. "So can I go get Dean?" I said heading for the door. "What? Oh. Yeah bring him over here."

I nodded and walked next door. I started pounding on the door. "Dean! Dean it's Spencer open up." I waited for a few seconds with no respond,so I pounded harder. "Dean Michael Winchester open the door now!"

I heard shuffling and Dean opened the door in his boxers, I covered my eyes. "What the hell are you doing up?" He mumbled. "Put pants on and come over to our room. We need to talk about this hunt." He groaned and slid on his jeans, following me back to my room.

"Sam! Why are we up?" Dean shouted. "Well Dean we needed to get a jump on this."

"Jesus Christ Sam. Spencer, will you make me some joe?" I handed Dean the cup of coffee I'd already made him. "Thanks kid." I nodded and sat next to Sam.

"What should we do first Sammy?" I asked.

"Well the last murder happened last week, Marcie Deruè, just an 20 year old girl in college. Her car was found with her in it, her throat and heart ripped out, on route 46. I think we should start by talking to her family." Sam said, looking over at Dean and I. We both nodded in agreement. "Then tonight, we'll go to the casino and ask some questions." Dean smirked. I shoved his shoulder and started getting ready for the day.

I put my FBI disguise on and stood next to Dean to wait for Sam. "Sam hurry up! It's almost noon!" I said, stuffing my hands in my pockets, Sam grabbed his laptop, turned around and froze. "Woah."

He said blankly. I gave him a questionable look. "What is it Sam? What's wrong?" I asked.

"You two, look exactly the same. It's freaky." Dean and I raised an eyebrow at each other and we both smirked. "Well when you're with someone for five years..." Dean shrugged and threw his arm around me and pulled me into him. "Yeah yeah. Lets go. We have questions to ask." I laughed, ducking under Deans arm and running to the impala.

I let Sam have the front seat this time around, I rested my elbows on their seats. "So where too?" Dean said, starting up the car. "We'll start with her roommate, Angela Potter, she's at the University of Nevada, not to far from here." Dean wiggles his eyebrows and we started off. I leaned forward to turn the radio on but Sam and Dean pushed me back. "Hey!" I said in question. "Sit down! Hey, why aren't you buckled? With my driving you might fly through the windshield or something!" I rolled my eyes and leaned back, clicking my seat belt. Dean checked up on me in his rearview. "Thank you."