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"Well now that you're back from your not-date, what do you want to do?" Sam asked, trying to revert his brother back to work. But Dean just smiled and Sam knew that that wasn't happening anytime soon.

"Well, little brother, I figured that since you've been cooped up in here all day, you could go and maybe canvas the new crime scene. See if there's anything around that can help us pinpoint what it's after. You can take Twin 2 with ya too."

"Twin 2?" Sam asked curiously.

"You know, like from that book, Twin 1 and Twin 2."

"Dean, that's Dr. Seuss and its Thing1 and Thing2," Sam corrected him. Dean just shrugged and took a sip of his beer.

"Eh six of one, half a dozen of another. Look, call her up, go search the park, and I'll stay here and do some more diggin'."

"Right, like you're not gonna sit here and watch TV the entire time I'm gone?" Sam accused and Dean assumed a shocked expression.

"Sammy! I'm hurt! Nay, offended that you would think something like that of me!" Dean retaliated in mock injury. Sam just laughed and shook his head at him.

"I don't have her number." Sam mumbled, but Dean just smiled wider at him and whipped a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Never say I'm not lookin' out for ya, Sammy," Dean said proudly and took a sip of his beer with a broad smile.

"Weren't you yelling at me last night about asking them for help, but now you're gung-ho about it?" Sam asked.

Dean sat his bottle down and propped his hands against the old tile corner's edge. "Yeah, well I changed my mind. And I'm not gung-ho. But I figure, might as well use all the resources we can to kill this son of a bitch and get the job done faster. Nicki is a really cool chick. A bit volatile and unpredictable, but a cool chick. Her sister isn't bad. She seems kinda nice in that respectable, down to earth sorta way. You like that don't 'ca, those nice respectable types? Plus, if they do happen to be the ones that conjured the damn thing, what better way to find out than by keepin' 'em around? Keep your friends close and your potential enemies closer Sam, that's what I always say."

"You never say that Dean," Sam said in a 'get real' tone.

"Yeah, well, I'm sayin' it now. Call her up." Dean polished off his beer and headed into the bathroom.

Sam scoffed at Dean's back, then looked down at the paper that he held in his hand. He stared at it for a moment, thinking about what to do, then fished his phone out of his back pocket and typed the digits in. It rang for a few moments and Sam thought that it was just going to go to voice mail when someone finally answered.

"Hello."

"Um…hi is this Audrey?" Sam asked, unprepared for someone to answer and already committed himself mentally to leaving a message

"Yes it is. Who is this?"

"It's Sam, Sam Winchester. I don't know if you know any other Sam's" Sam rubbed the back of his head as he laughed nervously at how much of a dork he sounded like.

"Sam? How did you get my number?"

"Your sister gave it to my brother." Sam smiled, as he was pretty sure he heard a mumbled 'I'm gonna kill her' over the line. "Do you not want me to have your number? Cause I could hang up and lose it just the same."

"No, no, Sam, it's fine. I don't mind, it's just that…." There was a sigh that passed through the phone, before Audrey continued, "What can I do for you?"

"Well, I was thinking about goin' to the park to see if I could find anything new about the demon from the last attack, and I was wondering if you wanted to come along."

"Like on a date?" she asked, curiously.

"No, no, not like that. I just figured that you could help out a lot more since you can…" Sam trailed off in his rambling as he noticed Audrey was laughing at him through the phone.

"I'm just kidding Sam. It was a joke. But, sure I'll meet you there. I….I wanna help."

"Really? That's great!"

"Don't get too excited Sam. This thing is hurting people. People I know and care about. I want it put down just as bad as you guys do," she told him and he nodded.

"I understand. So, I'll meet you there in about fifteen minutes?" he asked.

"Sure. I'll see you there." She hung up.

Sam looked down at his phone and smiled just a little before he got up, yelled at Dean that he would be back later, and headed to the park.

After Sam left the motel, he decided to take the long way. The park was the focal point of the main part of town and, like most towns with this layout, it didn't matter which way you went, you were going to end up there. So as he walked the scenic route around the park, EMF reader in hand, he scanned the area to see if there was any sign around that would lead them to the demon. No such luck.

When he rounded a corner on the park walkway, he noticed a woman with long, dark auburn hair sitting on a bench reading a book. "Audrey!" The woman looked up as Sam walked over to her with a smile. She smiled back up at him.

"Hey, I was just about to call you."

"Yeah, sorry, I wanted to scan the area for EMF. Is that…a scrying* crystal?" Sam asked, studying the opaque white crystal that hung from a silver chain, disguised as a bookmark. Audrey smiled at him broadly.

"You know your talismans. I'm impressed. Most people just think it's a shiny bookmark, which I prefer, honestly. I figured since I was here I might try to do some freelance scrying. No dice. Whatever this thing is, it doesn't want to be found. I can't sense any demonic auras either. Sorry." Audrey flipped the chain into the pages of her book and closed it.

"Don't be. I couldn't either. EMF reader could only pick up bits and pieces." Sam took a seat on the bench next to her.

"I can try a locator spell when we get home. I don't know if it'll help but it's got a much bigger radius," Audrey offered, raking her long bangs out from the sides of her face.

"'We?'"

The auburn haired woman chuckled a little at Sam's confused look and turned back to the playground across the way. "Valerie likes the swings."

Sam followed her gaze to the tiny girl swinging on her stomach in one of the playground swings. Her ever-faithful rabbit companion in a similar position on the swing next to her. "She threw a fit when she found out I was coming here. Nick wants to teach her how to swing the right way, but she just won't do it. She says she feels like she's flying when she does it that way."

"Is Valerie your daughter?" Sam asked, genuinely curious, but got his answer from the look on her scrunched up face before she even said anything.

"No, no, she's my niece."

"She's Nicki's?" Sam asked, now more shocked than curious, but Audrey just burst out laughing at this question.

"Oh, God no! Nicki can barely take care of herself all the time, let alone a five year old. No, she's my brother's kid."

"You have a brother?" Sam asked. He was really going to have to do a much more thorough search when he got back to the motel and his laptop.

"Had. He died about a year ago." Audrey corrected him.

"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't…." Sam trailed off as Audrey held up a hand to stop him.

"It's ok Sam. I know you didn't mean to."

"Can I ask what happened?"

Audrey's face morphed into one of sad nostalgia as she stared off into the distance and recalled the memory. "I got a phone call from a hospital in Connecticut. They told me that my brother Connor, his wife, and baby girl were in a head on collision on the highway. A four by four hopped two lanes, a median, and hit 'em head on goin' sixty. I'm listed as his emergency contact. I've always been the reliable one, ha. So I got in my car, drove four hours straight, probably broke more than a dozen traffic laws, but it still didn't make a damn bit of difference. By the time I got there, Connor was already dead. Julia was DOA. Valerie made it through with just a couple scratches. Doctors said it was a miracle, but we knew the truth." Audrey paused and looked at him with a sad, bitter smile, "We're special, gifted, blessed. We can do things that most people couldn't even dream of. But it's also a curse. Valerie lived because she's special and now she has to live without her parents because they weren't. What the hell's so damn special about that?"

"Is that what happened to you with your parents?" Sam asked and regretted it when an expression of something akin to terror flickered across her briefly before returning to normal.

"Yeah, something like that. I…really don't want to talk about it." She said in a flat tone. Her long, nimble fingers fidgeting with the black choker around her neck, something Sam was beginning to notice was a nervous trait of hers, before she crossed her arms across the front of her matching fitted tee.

"That's fine. I understand. I know what it's like to lose people you care about." Sam told her and she looked at him in a strange new way.

"I know Sam. I told you, I'm special. I'm empathic. I can sense what other people are feeling, as well as their thoughts. It's one of my gifts. But you don't have to have to have psychic abilities to know that about you. It's written all over your face." Sam realized that the look she was giving him was not one of pity, but with this sense of understanding that only someone who had lost their own loved onescould.

"So you're Valerie's guardian now?" Sam asked, wanting desperately to turn the conversation away from him.

Audrey smiled a little and nodded; looking back at the little girl that had climbed off the swings and gone to the jungle gym. "My aunts were supposed to be her legal guardians, but the state said that women of their age weren't suitable caregivers for a four year old girl. They were going to put her in foster care, but I told them I'd do it. So I dropped out of med school the next day and moved back here."

"You just dropped everything and came back here?" he asked, astonished.

"Wouldn't anyone?" she asked back.

"No, actually, most people wouldn't," Sam replied and Audrey smiled a bit wider and a bit more genuinely as she shrugged.

"Well, I'd do almost anything for the people I love," she said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Sam just looked at her, suddenly fascinated in a whole new way at the woman that sat next to him.

The moment was shattered however when a small girl's screaming rang out through the park.

"Valerie!"

Audrey and Sam shot up from their bench and dashed over to the crying girl on the ground, the ring of children surrounding her sprinting off when they noticed adults coming. "Sweetheart, what happened?" Audrey asked, kneeling beside her sniffling niece and pushing her long, raven-black hair out of her tear-soaked face.

"The bigger kids pushed me down. They tried to beat me up. They said I was a freak. They stole Finnington and now he's stuck up in that tree!" Valerie told her in between sobs, bursting into new tears at the reminder that her precious rabbit was still stuck high in the tree.

"Oh sweetie," Audrey said quietly hugging the small girl in hope of comforting her, remembering how horrible children had been to her and her siblings. When generation after generation had it set in their minds that you were different, that you were a freak that couldn't be trusted, it was hard to change their minds.

"You said he was stuck up in this tree, Valerie?" The girls turned to the tall man who stood,examining the tree critically. Valerie nodded quickly. Sam looked at the tree again and then grabbed one of the lower-hanging branches and hoisted himself up.

"Sam! Get down, you're going to get yourself hurt!" Audrey called up to him, but the man in question paid her no mind. He climbed up, his height a definite advantage against the tree as he zeroed in on his target, and came down again, just as quickly, the rabbit tucked under his arm.

"Here you go. I think he's fine. They didn't throw him up too high," Sam said with a broad smile as he knelt down and handed Finnington back to its rightful owner.

Valerie beamed a smile bright enough to rival the sun and she lunged out to take the rabbit and to hug the man that saved him. "Thank you mister!" she cried and sprinted off to play on the playground like nothing had happened.

"That was really nice of you," Audrey told him when they were alone again.

Sam's smile shifted to one of bashfulness as he rubbed the back of his neck. "It was nothing. Anyone else would have done the same."

"No, they wouldn't. Thank you." She clutched his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Sam looked down at his hand and Audrey seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled away. "Well, anyway," Audrey said, standing and dusting imaginary dust off her dark blue jeans. "I really wish we could have found something that was actually useful, so this wouldn't have been such a waste for you."

"I don't think it was a complete waste," Sam said with a smirk that might rival Dean's. Audrey looked up at him briefly, before chewing on the inside of her bottom lip and looking away. Sam laughed and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Ah, it's ok. This homemade thing works great, but still has its limitations." He flashed the handheld device at her briefly.

"Think you need to be closer to ground zero?" she asked seriously, inspecting the area lined with police tape.

"Probably. My brother and I can check it out tonight when there's less people around," Sam told her, but she didn't seem to be listening.

"Valerie, honey, can you come here a minute please?" Audrey called out and the little girl trotted back to her with Finnington on her shoulder like he was getting a piggy back ride. "Sweet heart, can you do Auntie Audrey a favor and throw Finnington past that line of big yellow tape for me? If you throw him really far, I'll get you an ice cream on the way back home."

At the promise of potential ice cream, Valerie's face lit up and she sprinted off to throw her rabbit friend as far as her arms could toss him.

"What did you do that for?" Sam asked, curious as to the rationale behind the pantomime.

Audrey's face blossomed with smirk of superiority as she crossed her arms and turned to him. "Well, it's not our fault if a little girl lost her rabbit past the police tape while she was playing. Someone has to go get it. And you already saved him once, might as well be you." She arched a brow at him, and Sam smirked.

"You're a very devious woman, aren't you?" Sam asked in amusement, but she just smiled.

"I prefer the term 'shrewdly calculating.' Now go get my niece's rabbit" she ordered, giving him a wink before the chuckling Winchester went off to, yet again, save Finnington the rabbit.

No reviews this time around *sad face*. Oh well, I hope everyone enjoyed the last chapter anyway. I would really appreciate some feedback please. Thanks for reading!

*-For those of you that don't know, scrying is a magical practice often used with some physical medium (be it a mirror, crystals, water, or more often a crystal ball) to help induce visions or sometime divinations. Another use of scrying is using it to locate things that are lost or missing by using a crystal pendulum (like Audrey's) to guide the user in the direction of said item.
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