It's been a month since the last job we had and since Ava went missing. We are currently staying in Peoria, Illinois, in a cosy little motel. The motel room walls are covered in maps, hand-written notes, and a Missing poster showing Ava's face. Sam was obsessing over finding Ava, as she was kidnapped by Demons but in the month we hadn't heard anything about her. It's like she just vanished into thin air, without any sign of her in the world...

Sam was currently on the phone to Ellen, as I heard her voice with my vamp-hearing. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks, Ellen," I also heard the motel door open, as I see Dean enter with three cups in his hands like waiters do. Don't know how the hell he opened that door...

"What'd she have to say?" Dean had asked, crossing the room swiftly, trying not to spill our drinks on the floor. 

"Oh, she's got nothing. Me, I've been checking every database I can think of -- federal, state, and local. No one's heard anything about Ava, she just... into thin air, you know?" Sam states to his brother, as Dean just gives a 'huh' sound to him. "What about you?" 

Dean came forward and handed Sam his drink. "No. Same as before," he states he leans over the table to give me mine. "Sorry, man," Dean couldn't do much, he could magically find Ava. Even I tried to find her with a locator spell, but the spell didn't work. Either she's dead or something/someone is powerful enough to hide her from my magic, and that's saying something...

"Yeah. Ellen did have one thing," Sam began as I took a sip of my coffee, the warm liquid slithered it's warm down my throat, warming my core up. "A hotel in Cornwall, Connecticut. Two freak accidents in the past three weeks,"

"And how's that to do with Ava?" I had pipped up, taking another sip of coffee as the boys shot their gazes to me before Dean walked to the beds. 

"It's a job. I mean, a lady drowned in the bathtub; then a few days ago a guy falls down the stairs, head turns a complete one-eighty. Which isn't exactly normal, you know?" Sam states as his eyes never left mine, but Dean was taking off his jacket as Sam was talking. 

"Well you got me there," I said cocking my eyebrows up for a moment, as I stood from the chair. My eyes casting over to Dean as his eyes went to Sam, as he turned in his seat to look at Dean.

"I don't know, guys, it might be nothing, but I told Ellen we'd think about it,"

"You did?" Was Dean's only replied, short and sweet, as the saying goes. Dean had now seat on the edge of the bed, his body straight but his head turned to look at his younger brother.

"Yeah... You seem surprised," Sam had questioned Dean's doubts.

"Well, yeah, it's just, you know... not the patented Sam Winchester way, is it?" Dean had said, his eyes wondered the floor for a moment before connecting to Sam's.

"What way is that?" Sam seemed baffled, not clearly understanding why Dean would suggest that. 

"I think he means after Ava and what happened to her. You'll be angst and playing droopy music," my facial expressions turned to fit the mood, gloomy looking. "And you'll be staring out the rainy windows, thinking - what ever happened to her," I had gone off, but I felt Dean and Sam's eyes on me, both having wild looks on their faces. "I'll be quite now," I said sheepishly as I took a quick sip of my coffee while walking to the opposite bed which was in front of Dean, and sat on the edge, wanting the bed to swallow me whole.

"Look. I'm the one who told her to go back home. Now her fiance's dead and some demon has taken her off to God knows where. You know?" Sam had spoken, but gotten up from the chair and went across to the bed, and sat at the end, looking up to Dean and I. "But we've been looking for a month now, and we've got nothing. So I'm not giving up on her, but I'm not going to let other people die either. We've got to say as many people as we came,"

"Wow, that attitude is just way too healthy for me," Dean began, as I smiled at his comment. "I'm officially uncomfortable now, thank you," Sam couldn't help but let out a wide smile, before his eyes connected back to Dean. "All right, call Ellen, tell her we'll take it," 

And with that Sam had called Ellen and we had taken the job. We needed to save as many people as possible, Sam was right about that. As an Immortal, I've helped many people, I've lived a normal human life once and it was amazing. But the supernatural world has a way of calling you back every time...

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The drive to the inn type place wasn't long, the journey in the car was quite, too quite for my liking but I didn't complain as it was nice for a change.  

Dean had parked the Impala in front of the inn, we all get out of the car. I grabbed my pain black duffel bag from the back. "Dudes, this is sweet," he states as he looks at the inn in front of him. "I never get to work jobs like this," Dean finished off, as Sam grabs his bag from the back seats of the car. 

"Like what?" I said, looking to Dean as his eyes went to mine. 

"Old school haunted houses, you know? Fog, and secret passageways... sissy British accents. Might even run into Fred and Daphne while we're inside," Dean had pointed out as we walked to the doors of the inn. He just makes me smiles at times, because of his goofy ways. 

Dean laughs to himself, probably thinking some dirty. "Daphne, love her," and there it was, the comment that made my smile wider. We had walked up the steps of the inn, but out of the corner of my eye, a symbol on an urn at the side of the porch had stood out to me.

"Guys, a sec," I state to them, as I stopped and took a more of an inspection on the urn, as I was the closet too it. "I'm not really sure 'haunted' is the problem," 

 "What do you mean?" Dean had asked, coming down the steps, as Sam came closer 

"Well this pattern here," I pointed to the tip of the urn, seeing the symbol. "This is a quincunx, it's a five-spot," 

"Five-spot?" Dean had asked, not really sure what one was.

"Yeah," I replied to him, my blonde hair whipping around to face him. 

"That's used for hoodoo spell work, isn't it?" Dean had said, my expression was shocked, he actually knew something for once.

"Yeah. You fill this with bloodweed and you've got a powerful charm to ward off enemies," I replied to Dean. As I was a Witch, I had knowledge of all different types of witch practices. 

"Yeah, except I don't see any bloodweed. Don't you think this place is a little too, uh, whitemeat for hoodoo?" Dean states, as he had a point. 

"Maybe," Sam had said, shrugging his shoulders, but this wasn't a thing to sweep under the rugs. This could be useful later on. 

We had now entered the inn, coming through the second door. The inside of the place looked amazing, the halls were beautiful and neat, this totally beats motel's...

"May I help you?" A woman had asked, coming into the main lobby of the inn, her heels clicking against the wooden floor. 

"Hi," Dean states as he was the first to enter the inn. "Yeah, I'd like two rooms for a couple of nights," he talked and we walked over to the desk as the women stands behind it. Sam was second in and I shut the door, and out of no where a child darts in front of Sam's legs, making him stop in his tracks. 

"Hey!" The woman yells at the child, her gaze went to Sam. "Sorry about that," she tells him. 

"No problem," Sam says back, as nothing harmed him and she was only a child. 

"Well, um, congratulations, you could be some of out final guests," the woman states gazing between us three, as I stood behind Sam, still taking in the inn.

"Well. Sounds vaguely ominous," Dean said as he turned to look at Sam for a brief moment. 

"No, I'm sorry, I mean we're closing at the end of the month," she had said. "Let me guess. You guys are here antiquing?" She had asked us. Antiques? Do we look like the sort?

Sam, nods a 'why not' look to Dean as he looked at him. "How'd you know?" 

"Oh, you just look the type," she had replied, but Dean seemed vaguely uncomfortable. 

"So, uh, a king-sized bed? And a normal double bed?" The woman had asked Dean, I couldn't help but let out a laugh, I put a hand over my mouth to conceal my laughter.

"What? No, uh, no, we're, we're.... three singles. We're brothers," Sam said as he looked to Dean, before looking to me. "And our friend,"

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry," she could only reply, as I removed my hand from my mouth as I still smiled to myself.

"What'd you mean that we look the type?" Dean had asked, really wanting an answer to it all, but she had trouble articulating an answer for him. 

"You know, speaking of antiques, you have a really, really interesting urn on the front porch. Where did you get that?" Sam had asked, breaking up the tension that lingered in the air. 

"Oh, I have no idea, it's been there forever," she said to Sam, before looking down to Dean's fake card. "Here you go, Mr. Mahagov," before handing it back to Dean.

"Thanks," Dean states, as the woman dings the bell as the sound echoed through the inn, as she turns around to the key rack, grabbing two keys from it. 

"You'll be staying in Room 237 and 238," she turned back around and handed the keys to Dean.

"Thanks," 

"Sherwin, could you show these gentlemen and lady to their rooms?" The woman had asked a elderly bald man in a black blazer who was shuffling up behind Dean. 

"Let me guess. Antiques?" Sherwin had asked, making me once again laugh. But I let a bit of laugh out, luckily they didn't hear me. 

Sherwin had grabbed Dean's bag as I walk by Dean, as he held out the room key for 238. I picked it from his hand, as Sherwin went to the main staircase as we followed him. Dean's bag had hit the steps as Sherwin drags it up. 

"I could give you a hand with that bag," Dean states as we were half way up the stairs. I think he didn't want to hear the clunking of his stuff. 

"I got it," the old man replies, as we counited to follow him. 

"The hotel's closing up, huh?" I had asked, trying to make small talk and found out what was wrong with the place. 

"Yep. Miss Susan tried to make a go of it, but the guests just don't come like they used too. Still, it's a damn shame," Sherwin states as we had now gotten off the stairs and walked down a hallway.

"Oh yeah?" Sam had asked. 

"It may not look it anymore, but this place was a palace. Two different vice-presidents laid their heads on our pillows. My parents worked here, I practically grew up here. Gonna miss it," Sherwin had talked, and somehow I was oddly enthralled into it.  "Here's your room," he places the boys key into the door and unlocked it, pushing it open for them, before his eyes went to mine. "Your's missy is a few inches down," he said to me as I nodded my head. 

I walk pass Sherwin as Sam entered the room, and the door for 238 was only a few inches. I placed my key into the lock, and twisted it, hearing the locking mechanism unbolt. As the key was fully turned, I pushed open the door, to see a nice stable room for once, out of the corner of my eye I see Sherwin hold out his hand for something, but I didn't stay and watch the show. 

I entered the room, a smile on my face as I shut the door behind, it was time to relax for like a second or two...

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A/N

Okay guys, I'm having trouble on how I want Gabby to reveal her magic. I was going to do it in book three, but give hints to her using magic in front of the boys at the end of this book. But mainly she will be revealed as a Witch in book three when Sam and Dean deal with Witches. 

So, I was wondering if any of you have any ideas that could fit into her revealing her magic and telling the boys shes a Witch, and what effects it might have on them as well. Will the split, will they be effected by her lying and doesn't talk to her for awhile. But if you have any ideas of your own, please PM me or leave a comment. 

-Josh(Yoshi)