don't look back.

It always struck Charlotte as odd how quickly death could bring people together. She hadn't heard from Anabel, or anyone else in her family for that matter, in quite some time. Until now anyway. Granted, she hadn't wanted to hear from anyone, but that was besides the point. When you receive a call from your little sister for the first time in a very long time, and she's upset, you drop everything and go to her. And that was precisely what Charlotte was doing. Little did she know, that this would lead to a run-in with someone from her not so distant past.

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"Run everything by me one more time before we get to the house." Dean said as he drove down the highway. He and Sam had come across a rather freaky article online a few days ago, and it certainly seemed like their kind of thing. Things were still pretty tension between he and Sam. There was whole Benny thing and then the part where Sam didn't even bother looking for him when he disappeared a year ago. Dean still couldn't wrap his head around that, whether there was a girl in the picture or not. Family doesn't just give up on each other like that, and yet Sam had. It made no sense to him at all.

Annabel sat at the table, her eyes downcast and her face lined with streaks from all the tears. Something had KILLED her best friend, right in front of her. The police had no sympathy for her and refused to let her at least change out of the blood soaked clothes. They had wanted to charge her with murder but, thankfully, Kylie was a paranoid girl and had security cameras all over her apartment. This was the third murder in Annabel's circle of friends, but the first she cared about. The others weren't really her friends - they were stuck with each other because of Kylie. After clearing her, the police refused to allow her to leave the station until they were certain she wasn't in immediate danger herself.

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"Alright so, three women in their early 20's, all dead. It says here that they seem to have been friends. Now here is where it gets weird, the most recent death was last night: a 24 year old women named Kylie Snow. She was weirdly paranoid and had security cameras installed all throughout her apartment. In the footage, it seems as though she's being stabbed to death but there's no knife. The video goes fuzzy and then it seems like she's literally ripped in half." Sam explained, looking through all the papers he had printed out. He was doing his best to focus on the job but his mind kept floating back to Charlotte - he couldnt stop wondering what she was doing. "The police are holding the first and only witness at the station, she's the victims best friend."

Charlotte might not have spoken to her sister in quite some time, but that didn't mean that she was going to leave her high and dry in a situation like this. She was grabbing her keys the second she received the phone call. She wouldn't have even asked questions if she hadn't been told what this was about. That was simply what big sisters did. They were there for their younger siblings no matter what, and this was no exception to that fact at all. Entering the station, she looked around frantically. "Can I help you, ma'am?" The man behind the desk asked her. "I'm here for my sister. Annabel Lee? I was told she was being kept here?" The officer nodded, asking for some form of identification before showing her back. "Hey..." She said quietly as she walked into the room her sister was in.

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"Any info in the coroner's report?" Dean asked. This definitely seemed like their kind of thing. He was sure that they'd be able to get more information from any reports and from the witness herself. And whatever had gone after those girls was clearly targeting that group. "It can't be a coincidence that they're all friends either." He added as an afterthought. One's an incident, two's a coincidence but once you hit three, well that's a damn pattern if there ever was one. "I guess we'll find out what we can from the witness and go from there. What do we have on her?" He asked curiously as he pulled up to the station.

Annabel finally looked up when her sister entered the room. More tears began to fall as she stood, rushing towards her sister. She struggled to find her voice, to say something, but she hasn't spoken since it happened, other than a very brief phone call where she was sobbing so much she didn't even know what she was saying. She hasn't seen Charlotte in about 5 years. When she moved out here for college she left her whole family behind, and never looked back. Her parents made it quite clear they were done with her. Charlotte came to visit once but that was it.

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"Coroner hasn't posted his report yet, but I'm sure he has the hard copy with him. As for our witness, her name is Annabel Lee, she moved out here six years ago to attend college which is where she met her friend, they were roommates. It says she has an older sister, whom she called when she was brought in - I'm sure she's here by now." Sam stated getting out of the car. Pocketing his phone he put Charlotte out of his mind for now. If he had any chance of keeping this girl safe he couldn't be thinking about her.

Charlotte was quick to pull her sister into a tight embrace, hoping that it would bring at least some form of comfort to her. She had been really worried when she received the phone call several hours before. She could tell that Annabel was extremely upset, and she clearly still was. And with good reason too. "I would have gotten here sooner. Traffic was a bitch." She said as she pulled away a few moments later. It had been so long since she'd last seen her sister. She'd visited her once when she first moved out here for college, but that was it. She knew that their parents wanted nothing to do with her. She was a disgrace to their family now, something that Charlotte would never understand.

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"Let's go see what we can find out from the witness then." Dean said as he got out of the car. He figured that she must have seen something, and even if she hadn't, there was a good chance that she might know something. He figured they'd ask the basic questions like if she knew anyone who would want to hurt her friends or if anything strange had been going on. It would be their way of ruling things like demons and other evil sons of bitches out of the way.

Annabel's body shook as she hugged her sister, trying to keep her tears at bay. She just didn't understand what happened. She didn't understand how it could happen - and she was terrified it would happen to her next. She looked up as the door opened again, and two rather good looking men in suits walked in the room. Her first thought was that the two of them were related. Her second thought was that things were tense between the two of them -  they were fighting about something.

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Sam followed his brother into the station, flashing his badge at the officer who questioned them. They must have been expecting the FYI, because without a word from either party, they were led to the interrogation room. "The girls sister just arrived, but you're welcome to interrupt them. The situation is weird but.... maybe you can make sense of it."

"After you." Sam muttered, opening the door

Dean followed behind the officer and his brother to the interrogation room. He nodded when his brother opened the door, stepping inside. There were two girls, one visibly shaking while the other tried to comfort her. It was fairly obvious who was the victim in this instance. He cleared his throat to make his presence known. "Sorry to interrupt." He started. "I'm Agent Scully and this is my partner Age---" The girl doing the comforting cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

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Charlotte hugged her sister tightly and rubbed soothing circles into her back. She could tell that Annabel was visibly shaken by whatever she had witnessed earlier. She wanted to ask her what it was, after all their family clearly had a decent amount of knowledge and Charlotte had an inkling as to what might be behind all of this, but she wasn't going to ask her now. And even when she did ask her, she wasn't likely to do anything about it unless it was clear her sister's life was in danger. She hadn't hunted in a really long time, though her parents weren't aware of that fact at all. When she heard someone clear their throat, she pulled away, noticing the man who had just entered the room. She paid attention to his statement briefly, though her attention was drawn back to the door when she saw who followed him inside. Her eyes widened slightly and she cut off the first guy without even realizing she'd done so. "Sam?"

Sam silently followed his brother into the room, taking in the situation. One girl, covered in bloody clothing and shaking, was brunette and the other blonde. The brunette, clearly Annabel, looked up first as Dean started to speak. The girls were obviously sisters but as the blonde turned towards him and spoke his name all he could comprehend was shock. How could be - how could she be here - her sister was gone... "Charlotte?"

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"Char... What's going on... you know these agents?" Annabel questioned her sister, her voice timid. She had to talk to her sister alone. She had to... she knew what was happened and it seemed like it was coming for her... actually she knew it was. "Agent Scully? You mean Scully like the manager of the Grateful Dead?" She questioned the shorter but seemingly older of the two men in suits.

Charlotte was at a loss for words. She couldn't believe it. What was Sam doing here? He wasn't an FBI agent, at least he hadn't told her that he was if he was one. She hadn't been entirely honest with him though either, and she knew that, but she still couldn't help wondering what else he might have lied to her about. She glanced over to her sister when she spoke. "I---" She trailed off, looking back to Sam with obvious confusion written across her face. "What are you doing here?"

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Dean's eyebrows rose in surprise and he looked to his brother when the blonde called Sam out by name. And then his brother, equally as shocked, called her Charlotte and Dean knew exactly who she was. So this was the girl his brother had been shacking it up with while he was stuck in Purgatory. He doubted that this was going to end well. The blonde would obviously know that Sam wasn't an FBI agent. He assumed that she'd know anyway. He looked to the brunette when she spoke up, her words obviously directed towards him. "You're a Dead fan?" He asked, punctuating his words with a raised eyebrow.

"We... we're here to investigate... you remember what I told you about my family right?" Sam questioned, trying to figure out exactly what was going on. "Actually can we not talk about this here... uhm... later we... i, uh..." Sam spoke nervously, looking at Dean who was now speaking to Charlotte's sister. Of course, their aliases were screwed.

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"No, well I mean," Annabel trailed off "My father was obsessed with 80's rock. So I grew up with it. But... who are you exactly?" She questioned, looking between the three other people in the room. Two of them knew the other, and wouldn't talk about how - and the other was giving her a fake name. She didn't understand what was going on but she was going to get to the bottom of it.

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