What's your pleasure? Angel or Demon?

Two weeks earlier; Savannah, Georgia

"It's hopeless. It's all just so, completely hopeless." Cherie sat against the wall in the living room and rocked back and forth.

"Cher, baby please talk to me", Rudy Cartwright begged his wife. His wife was the love of his life and she was tearing him apart. He wished he knew how to help her.

"I can't, I can't, I can't", Cherie chanted. Out of nowhere, she pulled a tiny, Rugar SP-101 .357 .38 caliber revolver out of the pocket of her sweater and stuck it into her mouth.

"NO!!" Rudy went flying toward his wife, "Cherie!!"

A shot rang out and Rudy jumped out of his skin and stopped dead in his tracks. Then he rushed over to his wife and picked her up and held her.

"Cherie?" He choked out his wife's name and began to cry, "Ah God. No, no, no."

Blood dripped down Cherie's face and onto his arm, as he rocked her. She was dead, he was holding his wife in his arms and she was dead. The thought was too much to bare and Rudy temporarily lost the ability to breathe.

Rudy suddenly heard his neighbors, Julia "Jules" Keene and Eric Keene, yelling, as they pounded on the door. "Rudy? Cherie? What happened? We are calling the police..." He could hear their voices as they alternated talking through his front door.

Rudy started screaming through his tears, "Cher!! Why? Why baby why!!"

***


The girls arrive in Savannah Georgia; January 2006....

Amy and Jen were sitting and talking with Julia "Jules" and Eric Keene, the neighbors of Cherie and Rudy Cartwright. They had just learned that the Cartwrights baby boy, Adam Benjamin Cartwright, was stillborn and that it may have been the beginning of the end for Cherie.

"That was about four years ago", Jules told the girls, "Cher and Rudy had been trying for that child for a long, long time. It was just SO very sad."

"You know, Rudy was torn up about the loss as well. He moved past it though, you know, earlier than Cherie did. And their marriage almost didn't survive it."

Jen and Amy looked at each other, both of them knowing they were having the same thought. "I'm sorry Eric, what do you mean by, Rudy got over it earlier than Cherie? I thought she never did get over it. That is why she..." Jen cut off her sentence, asking the question on both the girls' minds.

"Oh, no, she had seemed to be moving past it there for awhile." Jules answered for her husband.

"Yes, that is true." Eric agreed with his wife.

"She was in therapy and everything. The doctor had even decided she did not need a prescription for anti depressants. She seemed to be doing a lot better", Jules told them.

"Yes, she and Rudy had even discussed adopting a child", Eric added and Julia nodded.

"Well, her therapist must have thought Cherie had a handle on it. Perhaps the doctor should have prescribed something though", Amy told the married couple. She was posing as a psychologist. "It is quite common for a patient to back slide. Something else may have occurred to cause her sink back into depression."

Maybe this really was the type of case the girls needed to be on. It had originally seemed pretty straight forward to them. The woman had lost her baby, her only chance at a child, of course she was depressed. Sometimes, people just could not recover from such a thing. Now, though, they were starting to think Ash, Ellen and Bobby had a point. Maybe there was more to the story. There had been other suicides, one about every ten years or so, and some of them weren't so cut and dry as Cherie Cartwright's had originally seemed. In fact, some of those suicides were shrouded in mystery. Things people should be able to get over, they suddenly committed suicide for. Or so it seemed that the suicides were over those previous occurrences. The thing was, the events had happened years before these people killed them selves.

"Thank you so much for talking to us." Amy told the Keene's, as she and Jen got up to take their leave.

"You're welcome Doctor Townshend. I know I speak for both me and my husband when I say, we hope you can help Rudy through this crisis." Julia, believing that Amy was a psychologist, had no trouble asking that she help her friend Rudy.

"Yes, I agree. He is one of our best friends, we'd hate to see him fall as far as Cherie did." Eric, again, concurred with his wife.

Jen had posed as FBI and had claimed that Amy was her psych consultant. So, between her and Amy, the nosy neighbors and best friends of the Cartwrights, were more than happy to answer any and all questions that the girls had. Jen had feared they would not be at ease with a female FBI agent. Amy had told her, a while back, that female agents weren't the most respected. That didn't matter though, without the guys, they had to try on their own, just as they always had.

They had worked with other hunters in the past, but normally liked to get it done on their own. Dean had been right about one thing, they could handle things by their selves. Now they just faced one more problem, obtaining permission to speak to Rudy Cartwright. That, and getting him to talk to them. Then again, maybe they wouldn't have to.

"One more thing Mister and Missus Keene." Jen stopped at the door, using her best FBI agent tone of voice. "The painting pictured in Cherie's obit, where did she obtain that art piece?"

"Uhh...hmmm." Eric Keene struggled with a forgotten memory.

"Oh of course, that strange painting. Eric, honey, you remember. It arrived in the mail as a gift from a man claiming he ran an adoption agency. He had wrote that it was a condolence gift, for their loss, and that if they ever made up their minds about the adoption, to give him a call."

"Oh yes, that's right. The thing is, when Cherie finally called the number, it didn't exist and when she looked into it, the adoption agency had been closed for awhile."

"She found out the man was in a mental institution, claiming he had been possessed by a demon. Isn't that just the strangest thing you've ever heard?" Julia was obviously naive to the evils of this world.

"Yes...that is strange", Jen turned to Amy and widened her eyes. Amy stifled the urge to make a funny face at her. "Alright, we have taken up enough of your time", Jen added.

"Goodbye. And again, thank you for your time. I promise to see if Mister Cartwright will speak to me and possibly set up some sessions with myself or one of my colleagues", Amy said.

"Well, I hope it's you. You seem to be really dedicated to your job. And you're just so nice." Jules told her.

"So nice", Eric echoed his wife's sentiments.

The way the Keene's mirrored each other and finished each others sentences, actually made Amy kind of ill. Their marriage was almost too perfect. Apple pie with their fancy dinner, every night, perfect. Amy was betting that the husband cheated with male hookers on the down low. She would also lay down money on the fact, that the wife played dominatrix to the pool boy every Thursday afternoon, before heading off to play bridge with her neighbors. How was that for a psych examination?

"Thank you so much", Amy plastered on a fake smile.

"And you, Agent Daltrey. Well, you are just the best female FBI agent we've ever met." Eric laid on the praise, and he laid it on thick.

"Not that we've met too many FBI agents." Jules giggled and Amy about lost it.

Jen thanked the Stepford Wive's, that were the Keene's and pinched Amy as they walked out the door, trying to make sure that her best friend didn't burst out laughing...or worse. The Sears Christmas Catalog, oh so perfect, couple, stood side by side and waved to the girls as they got into their rental car. The girls were dressed to play the parts of a psychologist and a female FBI agent, so the car had to play a part as well. They had rented a Chevy Suburban, a pretty standard FBI vehicle.

"Jesus", Amy said as they drove off. They were headed to their motel, so they could decide what their next move would be.

"I know", Jen agreed and then laughed. "Townshend and Daltrey? You just had to use members of The Who. You don't even like their songs."

"Hey, it's not all that easy to come up with aliases you know. And I don't hate their music, it's just that I've heard it way too much."

***
Amy stood up from her seat at the table, to address Jen as she walked in the door of the motel room. She had just gotten back from the coffee shop. She, of course, got one of those strange sodas, instead of coffee. Jen hated coffee and Amy always told her that it was a crime. 'How can you hate coffee', she would always ask. But right now, that was not what was on her mind. She had gotten off the phone with the Coastal Harbor Treatment Center, where they were holding Rudy Cartwright, 20 minutes ago and now needed to update Jen.

"Alright, so they haven't released Rudy from the hospital yet. Apparently, every time he wakes up, he screams for Cherie." she said, as Jen handed her a vanilla frappachino from Starbucks.

"Crap. Well, I guess we got enough info from the Keene's", Jen used a silly tone when referring to Julia and Eric Keene.

"Why hello there, we are the peachy Keene's and we couldn't be more perfect unless our asses didn't stink." Amy mocked the Keene's in a well-to-do southern accent.

Jen snickered and made a noise in the place of a laugh, before letting the laughter escape. "Hi, I'm Julia. Oh do call me Jules. Did you know I make the best chocolate chip cookies you ever did eat." Jen joined in the mockery, with a southern bell accent of her own.

"They are simply scrumptious", Amy played Scarlet O'Hara one more time.

Jen and Amy giggled for a few seconds, then they pulled it back and both of their faces became stern at the memory of Cherie Cartwright.

"Did you notice they didn't even seem all that broken up about Cherie? Man, what is with those two?" Jen asked.

"I don't think I want to know."

"Alright, back to business. I guess we have to break into Rudy's house to get a better look at that painting that has Ash's panties all twisted", Jen decided.

"Agreed" Amy said and then her cell phone rang. The call was from someone with no assigned ring tone. She saw on her caller ID, that it was the Coastal Harbor Treatment Center. She gave Jen a look of concern.

"Doctor Townshend. How may I help you?" She answered in full character,"I see. Yes ma'am that is tragic. Does he have any next of kin? Alright. Yes, of course, I will be there shortly to make an assessment." Amy snapped her cell phone shut. "Rudy committed suicide", she told Jen.

"What? How? I thought they were watching him." Jen wanted to know.

"Somehow, he got a hold of an old straight razor. He did it in the bathroom, with the orderly standing right outside the door. It was actually happening while they were updating me earlier. Then they tried in vain to resuscitate him. Unbelievable."

"Bloody fuckin' hell", Jen cursed.

"Yea", Amy agreed.


***

Later that evening, after playing psychologist and FBI agent one more time, Amy was picking the locks at the back door of Rudy and Cherie Cartwright's former home. Then she and Jen scanned the area, before quickly entering the house. They had waited awhile for the "peachy Keene's" to go to bed. The last thing they needed was for them to nose around and wined up calling the police. Thankfully, the Cartwrights had not installed a security system. It would have been a pain in the rear end, to hack into some security companies website and find out their alarm code.

The girls made their way to the living room. They were instructed by Bobby to immediately put the painting into a special wooden box, with symbols carved into it. Jen had looked up the symbols and had found out that they were a trap of some sort. The symbols protected against evil and bound the object and it's curse inside of it. Bobby had sent Sam and Dean with the box and they were supposed to give it to Amy and Jen, upon first meeting them. Well, somewhere along the line, they must have gotten their signals crossed. Instead, the guys had waited until the morning after their initial meeting, at the bar, to reveal who they really were.

Amy was still sore about that too. She was relieved that she could see past Dean's charm, to the player she was sure he could be. Otherwise, she may have hopped into bed with that boy, before realizing he was a fellow supernatural hunter. He would have never respected her after that. What she and Jen had trouble figuring out, was why Sam had gone along with it. He seemed like the type of person that would not knowingly deceive someone, but then again, he was a bit harder to read. Who knew how Jen felt about it, but Amy was also glad that Jen hadn't slept with Sam.

Obviously, the fact that Sam and Dean waited to tell the truth, was some kind of test. Maybe they wanted to see what the girls were like, gauge their responses to certain things. Jen and Amy had heard of the Winchesters before their arrival. They had only heard Dean's name though. It was always; Dean Winchester and his father. Then out of nowhere, it was Dean Winchester and his brother. His tortured younger brother, who had decided to take up hunting again after a tragic loss he had suffered. The girls didn't know the full details of Sam's story, but maybe someday they would be trusted enough to be told.

When they got to the living room, Amy and Jen noticed the painting was not on the mantle of the fire place. They frantically searched the living room for it and then finally spotted a box next to the front door. They walked over to it and noticed that there was an invoice attached to the box.

"To be shipped to Michael A. Baddon, collector of rare acquisitions", Jen read the paper, "the address is in Bogalusa, Louisiana."

"You are telling me, someone has already purchased the painting. How can that be, Rudy Cartwright died just a few hours ago?"

"I don't know, but let's open that box and get the painting into the wooden one", Jen decided, "and remember not to touch it."

The girls already had gloves on, so they wouldn't leave their prints in the house. They each had a pair of BBQ tongs attached to their belts and had been instructed by Ash, not to touch the painting. He said that he was certain it was cursed. The girls took special care in opening the box, avoiding the painting like it was liquid hot magma. Jen had already set down and opened the wooden box designed to contain cursed objects. The girls used the BBQ tongs and gripped separate ends of the painting with them. They slowly lifted the painting and moved in slow motion toward the ornate carved wooden container. They eased the painting into the box and promptly snapped it shut and locked it.

"Did that painting seem heavier than it should be to you? I mean for it's size, it was a bit weighty." Amy asked Jen.

"I don't know, maybe. Maybe older paintings were heavier."

"See, that's the other thing. We saw this painting in the Lemp Mansion. Shouldn't this one be a copy and the one in the mansion, the original?"

"Ash is convinced it was stolen and replaced with a forgery", Jen reminded Amy.

"I know. It just doesn't seem like the kind of art work people would normally take the time to forge and then steal. What is so special about this painting? I mean, I guess someone really wanted to get their hands on the famous Ellie Lemp."

"People are odd that way", Jen said, "Come on, let's get out of here and back to Missouri. We get to spend the night in that haunted mansion", she pretended to be giddy, "and then maybe we can figure this thing out."

"After you." Amy stood.

She picked up the wooden box and Jen noticed how silly she looked. She was so short and trying to hold the big, heavy, special box that contained the painting. An eight by ten painting, that apparently weighed more than it should.


***

The next day, the girls stood outside of Lemp Mansion, listening to Bobby on the speaker of Amy's cell phone. Jen's phone was charging, after taking many pictures of the inside and the outside of Lemp Mansion. She was asked to take pictures of every crack and crevice, floor board and corridor in the place. The girls were glad that Bobby had accepted it, when they had told him that Sam and Dean had separated from them, after the trip to Savannah, Georgia and not before. Surely Bobby knew they could handle this part of the case, on their own. Saint Louis was practically their home town, after all.
Bobby had just got done telling the girls that Ash's suspicions about the painting were right on target.

The goofy little genius, Ash's smarts bordered on the supernatural. The painting was the original, or at least as old as the original. Bobby and Ash had examined the painting. Hell, Ash even got one of his genius buddies to x-ray the damn thing. Where the painting was concerned, it got even worse. It was definitely cursed, it had contained a mojo bag, also known as a gris gris bag, inside it's frame. Old voodoo was held within that painting, and very powerful stuff. The gris gris bag must have been in there for quite some time. So, it turned out Amy had been right, the painting was heavier than it should be.

The curse was made even stronger; by having carpet fiber, wall paper scrapings, pieces of bed linen and even bloody hair samples inside the mojo bag. Along with the usual curse items, you'd find in a gris gris bag. It looked like the kind of voodoo, that was passed down to the infamous Marie Laveau by the practitioner; Doctor John in the 1800s. The kind of voodoo practiced in New Orleans and through out Louisiana. Also, in some surrounding states, like Georgia for instance. It did not escape the girls attention that the painting was supposed to be shipped back to Louisiana, when they found it in that box at the Cartwright's house. Thankfully, they had gotten it first.

"A. Baddon?" Bobby repeated.

"Yes Bobby", Jen answered.

"A. Baddon?" He said one more time. That made three in total.

"Yea Bobby, Micheal A. Baddon", Amy was getting annoyed, "why do you keep asking."

"Well, Abaddon is the name of a demon. Get the anagram there? A. Baddon...Abaddon?"

"You are fucking kidding me." Jen swore at Bobby.

"Jennifer Sheridan! Don't you swear at me, young lady!" Bobby raised his voice at her.

"Whaaat? Bobby, since when do you care about my swear words? Hell you taught me half of them." Jen was taken aback and Amy squinted her eyes in confusion.

"Just teasin' you Jen...and no, I'm not kidding about the demon."

"Since when do demons deal in antiquities and make friggin' anagrams out of their names? What kind of demon are we talkin' about here, anyway?" Amy asked Bobby.

"Don't worry about that right now. Now, tell me, has the demon made contact with you?"

"Ah, no. I mean if it was around, it didn't make itself known. Or give us any trouble", Amy answered.

"What do you mean, don't worry about it right now?" Jen wanted to know, "since when aren't we informed about these things?"

"Jen, don't test me. Now go find the boys and have some fun. Get back to me later on, about the goings on in the mansion. Remember, write down everything. And get some more video, while you're at it." And with that, Bobby hung up.

Jen stood there, dumbfounded, for several seconds than started to shake her head. Amy threw up her arms in frustration.

"What the hell was that all about?" Jen really wanted to know.

"I wish I knew. Bobby is keeping secrets from us. Bobby?" Amy could not believe it.

"I tell you what", Jen pointed at her and she looked truly angry,"I don't fucking like it. Not one bit."

"I'm calling Ash." Amy opened her cell phone and pushed Ash's assigned speed dial number. Then she set it to speaker phone.

"Harvelle's..." Ellen's voice came over the phone.

"Hey El, it's Amy."

"Well, I know that. You're the only one that calls me El. What can I do for you hon?"

"Can I speak to Ash?" Amy used a sweet tone, so as not to upset Ellen, about the fact that she didn't call for her.

"What? No how are you Ellen? Just, can I speak to Ash." Ellen went there anyway.

"How are you Ellen", Jen said, when she saw Amy put her hand to her forehead and start rubbing her temples in frustration.

"Jen? So you two are double teaming me as usual", Ellen loved to give Jen and Amy a hard time, "well, now how can I say no? ASH!!!!!" She yelled out into her bar. "Oh, I'm fine by the way, thanks for askin'."

"Yea." They heard Ash's voice come over the line.

"Ash, I have a request", Amy told him, without saying hello first.

"Amy?"

"Uh-huh."

"This request wouldn't be something I won't like, will it?"

"Maybe", Jen spoke up.

"Jen and Amy. Amy and Jen. Well, now what's in it for me?"

"Ash?" Amy used a parental tone and then changed her approach. "Please."

"It's important", Jen made their case.

"Alright, what is it?" Ash gave in.

"First you gotta promise not to tell Ellen or Bobby", Jen told him.

"Oh man", Ash complained, "every time you two say that, they wined up cornering me and makin' me tell 'em."

"Ash, don't make me threaten you, cause I will. You know you like me better when I'm sweet." Amy threatened him, without threatening him.

"Damn it...alright."

"Thank you baby." Amy's tone was dulcet. Like a child that just got her way and she smiled wide at Jen.

"We'll make it up to you", Jen let him know.

"Oh really?" Ash drew out his words in a suggestive tone. He had a bit of a thing for Jen and Amy. He had even hinted at that usual male fantasy. A threesome with him as the lucky man in the middle.

"Ash!!" Jen and Amy scolded him at the same time.

"Okay, okay. Tell me what you need." Ash stopped playing around.

"Can you run a trace for us, on a Micheal A. Baddon. Or any A. Baddon you can find, going back to the late 1800s. We want to track this guys movements. We need as much information as you can gather", Amy said.

"Okaaay." Ash was cautious.

"And can you find out what type of demon, an Abbadon is. I mean we plan to look into it too, but we could use your help. Also, see if you can find a connection between the demon and voodoo. We have reason to believe he hangs his hat in New Orleans and has connections to old and powerful voodoo magic", Jen told him.

"You are talking about that gris gris bag inside the paintings frame", Ash recalled, "Bobby wouldn't tell me anything about that either."

"That's right", Jen responded.

"Alright, is that all?"

"For now", Jen answered Ash.

"Remember, do NOT tell anyone about this", Amy warned him one last time.

"Yes ma'am", Ash promised.

"And we WILL make it up to you." Jen made a promise of her own.

Ash and the girls said their goodbyes. Then Jen and Amy decided to go out for awhile. They were still upset that they could not find a way to save Rudy Cartwright. Why Ash wound up seeing an article from Savannah, in the first place, was beyond them. That type of thing was usually expected from Bobby. By the time he had seen it, Rudy had already been in and out of hospital and was then sent to a treatment center. The facility had talked about sending him to a permanent psych ward.

If they had sent Rudy to a psych ward, that may have presented a problem for Amy and Jen. Those places were more thorough in their background checks. They may not have been able to find out as much information, as they had. But, then again, Rudy may still be alive, if he had been sent to a place where he could be monitored better. He should not have been able to commit suicide at that hospital either. How had he gotten a hold of that old fashioned straight razor? How?


***

First, the girls went to a dance club, called Venus De Milo. The club played anything from current, popular music, to 90's techno remixes. The girls were in the mood to dance, drink and maybe even engage in some fun of the horizontal variety. Then, after they sobered up, they went to eat at the Local 11 Ten. They had been told that the place served great food. Jen and Amy didn't go to the Local 11 Ten alone though. They had each picked up a fine specimen of a man. Amy had almost hooked up with a sexy female, but then the woman's boyfriend dragged her off. Amy had thought that was a damn shame too.

The girls didn't do this sort of thing all the time, pick up random strangers. But in their lives as hunters, it was hard to have relationships and sometimes, a girl needed to get laid. Besides, these guys were sweet, bless their little hearts. Too bad they would be completely corrupted by the time Amy and Jen were finished with them. They did not know what they had just gotten themselves into.

Before they had left Lemp mansion, the girls told the people at the front desk, that it would probably be quite some time, before they returned and gathered the rest of their information. Such as taking pictures, recording images and sounds, etc. The folks working there said they didn't mind. As long as they were quiet about their information gathering, so as not to disturb the other guests. Which there were very few, thankfully, due to it being winter. So, that meant that they had to do the EMF readings, before they left for the evening. The ladies were also told that no matter what, they had to check out by 11 AM, or pay for another night.

The guy with Jen had short, spiked hair and some major muscle on him. He kind of reminded the girls of the actor Karl Urban. Amy's guy was of the dark and hansom variety, muscular as well, and pretty much way taller than her. Luckily, the guys were friends, or they may have felt awkward about the double date.

After dancing with the girls for a couple of hours, the guys were quite smitten. They said they felt uncomfortable with Jen and Amy paying for dinner, even though the ladies had done the inviting, and decided they would go dutch on the meal. Anyway, if it turned out that Amy and Jen's instincts were wrong about these hot dudes, and they were actually psychos, they would be the ones battered and bruised at the end of the night, not the girls. After their food, they all went in on two separate rooms at a cheap motel. When the ladies had gotten their fill of the guys they had picked up, they left them satisfied and asleep, in their motel room beds and headed back to the mansion.

On the ride back to the Lemp Mansion, each of them were humming a different tune from the dance club, earlier that night. They also shared stories of their guys' performances. The ladies were so much alike, that they had both taken the guys numbers and not given out theirs. And of course, they had promised to call them. Once at the mansion, they recorded all the necessary data, till the wee hours of the morning , before finally getting a couple hours of sleep. The next morning, they went back to their pay-by-the-month motel in Belleville, Illinois and decided that they may just get a cheap apartment and make that their new base of operations. Somewhere to come back to in between hunts. Somewhere with a better class of neighbors. Hell, maybe they would get a small house someday and maybe, just maybe, it would be in a different state.

***

The next morning Jen and Amy were awakened by the familiar ring tone Jen had programmed into her cell phone. Jen rolled over and picked her phone up off the nightstand.

“Hello?” Jen answered as she rubbed her eye’s.

“Jen, you okay?”

“Hey Bobby. Yea I’m fine, just woke up.” She replied as she glanced over at Amy who had sat up to listen to what was being said. “What’s up Bobby?” she asked him, as she put her phone on speaker.

“How was that last hunt?”

“Lemp Mansion?”

“Yea that's the one” , he told her, sounding a little annoyed.

“It went fine. I mean considering everything that went down.”

“Were the boys respectful to you?”

“Yea they were great.” Jen lied, because they had not been on the hunt with them at The Lemp and she knew Bobby would be mad about that fact.

“I know you're lying Jen.” Bobby accused.

“How? How could you know that?”

“Well, because Sam called and informed me that Dean was accused of murder.”

“What?!” Jen exclaimed and Amy perked up and took on a look of panic.

“Appears they ran into a shifter there in St Louis, near Creve Coeur somewhere. It took on Dean's likeness and the police caught the shifter in the act.” Bobby told them as Amy and Jen listened in shock.

“What the hell are we gonna do?” Amy asked Bobby.

"Well, they took the shifter out and the police now believe that Dean was killed."

"So for all intents and purposes, Dean Winchester is dead. That's what you're telling us?" Amy wondered.

"Yes, but who knows how long that will last. If you would have all dealt with the Lemp suicides together, like I told you to..."

"Bobby, whatever brought Sam and Dean back here, was obviously important. But the guys had left here before we had even left for Savannah. They know we are capable of handling ourselves." Jen told him."

"Yea, funny how that works huh?" Amy was sarcastic and annoyed, "Anyway, so where are they now?"

"Amy, I know you can handle yourselves, but Savannah had the potential to be a very high risk hunt."

"Yea and you have yet to tell us why that is", Jen reminded Bobby.

Bobby cleared his throat. "Jen?"

"Whatever Bobby, where are Dean and Sam right now?" Amy cut him off, before he could make excuses.

“Now listen closely girls, they are on their way to Tupelo, Mississippi and you are to meet them down there as quickly as you can drive.” Bobby ordered.

“Why do we need to go there?” Jen asked annoyed.

“You two HAVE TO help them with this hunt.”

“Why? They can handle themselves.” Amy said to Bobby.

"Because I said so. Since when do you question me?"

“But….” Amy started.

“No butt’s, you two WILL go to Mississippi. End of discussion.” And with that final remark Bobby hung up on them.

“What was that all about?” Jen asked looking over at Amy.

“Oh hell no.” Amy said smacking her hand against the bed.

“What?” Jen questioned.

“I'm am sick of being treated like a child.”

“I guess if Bobby wants us to go and meet up with them, then it's pretty serious."

“Fine. I'm sure you are right, I just don't appreciate him ordering us around now that we are grown.” Amy said storming into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.

Jen got out of bed and changed her clothes and started packing the rest of her stuff into her duffel. As she did this, as if to drive his orders home, Bobby texted the location of the four hunters next hunt. Along with some other very interesting information.