Family's Code (A Supernatural Fan-Fic)

Chapter 1

(Hey Guys! It's whimzy6 and  TheEarlyRiser here and this is our very first chapter to our Collaboration "Family's Code". This book is written equally between the two of us. Make sure to follow both of us. Also make sure to vote, comment, and recommend to friends. We love you all!!!) Ps. F/N means Fake Name.

I stared into the mirror as I fixed my black wavy wig onto my head. Everyday, a completely new person stood in the mirror before me. At first it seemed weird, but as the years went on it became a way of life. Different hair, different eyes. New ways of walking and talking came as easy as breathing now. Now I was numb to it.

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Sam and Dean pulled up to the large house in the Impala. Their suits bunching up in uncomfortable places. They were only here due to the disappearance of those rich sobs a few years back. They approached the large wooden doors to the estate. People in fancy clothing poured in and out. One girl caught their eye in particular. Long black wavy hair cascaded down her back, she wore a tight backless red dress that swayed around her legs.

The front room of the estate glistened with light that made the white marble glitter. The rooms were filled with the sound of incoherent chatter. Faint classical music played in the background that soothed the ears of those attending, but seemed to irritate Dean. Clicks of heels bounced off the marble floors. Waiters swept through the crowds holding platters of champagne and h'orderves. Sam saw Dean make a direct bee-line to the table of food.

"Dean!" Sam called. He turned to Sam with food filling his mouth. Dean caught a shimmering glimpse of the girl they saw earlier. He watched as she seemed to glide through the crowd and walked past an older couple in their fifties. They were speaking with a large group.

"Sam," Dean pointed to the group. "I think they're the hosts. We have to talk to them."

Sam nodded and the two began to walk towards them. Sam felt himself bump into a small figure. A champagne glass fell out of their hands. He turned and saw that it was the girl in the red dress. She looked back at him and muttered a quiet apology before whisking away, her long dress twisting around her feet. Her presence was that of a ghost. There but not completely. And in an instant she was gone, disappearing into thin air. Sam brushed it off, not thinking any importance of it.

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Y/N stuck close to the walls of the room, making sure to observe her surroundings. She walked towards the host and hostess, hoping to get some information out of them.

"Excuse me ma'am, we would like to ask you a few questions." Y/N heard a gruff voice ask.

The man that spoke had dirty blond hair and bright green eyes. Freckles were littered all over his face. Stubble covered his sharp jaw. His heart shaped lips were slightly pursed as he waited for an answer. He was tall but not nearly as tall as the man standing next to him and his suit was tight around his muscles.

Y/N looked around the large room, barely focusing on the conversation the man was having with the hostess. Until she heard the names Angelica and Edward Y/L/N. Y/N immediately turned her head back towards the conversation.

"For the last time, we don't know what happened to them. That was years ago, I don't know why you're bringing this up now." The old lady said angrily.

"Ok, we're sorry ma'am. We just have one more question. Do you know what happened to the couple's daughter?" The taller man inquired.

The woman looked down at her feet. "No, we never found out what happened to Y/N. We had the police searching for her. They said they saw her once with another young girl but the two disappeared."

The two men nodded in response. "Thank you for your cooperation."

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Y/N watched from the shadows as the two men got in their car.

'What the hell are they after?'

Y/N slammed her heel into the concrete and broke her shoe. She ran over to the men's car and tapped on the driver's side window. "I hate to bother you but would you be able to give me a lift to the closest motel?"

The two looked at each other and stared. She could see in his eyes that the blonde one disliked the idea but the other one seemed to convince him without words.

Blondie sighed, "Get in the car." Y/N smiled and climbed in the back.

"Thank you so much. My name's F/N by the way."

"Nice to meet you F/N, I'm Sam," The tall one answered. "And this is my brother Dean."

Dean looked over the girl, taking notice of her big blue doll eyes and thick red lips. Large ruby earrings hung from her ears. Her dress hugged her curvy figure tightly. And on her cheeks was a cute pink blush.

"So what do you two do for a living?" F/N asked sweetly. Dean went to reply but before he could get anything out, Sam spoke.

"We're FBI Agents." Sam answered, Dean saw a very small flash of fear in F/N's blue eyes. But the look was gone to fast. He gave her a questioning look before turning away. "So what do you do?" Sam asked, a smile on his puppy like face.

"I don't really have a job yet. I'm an heir to the family business." F/N replied. Dean scanned the area and started the car. He pulled out of the long paved driveway and made his way to a dirt back road. They soon pulled into the driveway of a large dirty building called The Mr. Sandman. F/N was the first to hop out of the car and inspect the motel.

"Is this where you guys are staying?" She asked, slightly concerned for their well-being. "Aren't you two FBI Agents? Shouldn't the bureau give you money for a nice hotel?"

"Yeah, well with all these fancy suits we have to buy, we're kind of on a stretched budget." Dean said, winking at her. F/N gave him a slight smile before walking to the front desk. Sam and Dean walked to their room and peeked out the window. They watched as the girl looked around carefully before quickly prancing to a motel room.