Juno paced the floor of her sister's apartment, shaking her head as there was no trace of Charlie being there. She sighed very loudly, then turned to her sister's computer. She sat in the chair, beginning to type into her sisters search history. She found she had been looking at some... Different types of collectors items. Weapons and such.

"Oh, Charlie. What have you gotten yourself into?" Juno muttered to herself. She pulled up Charlie's phone records, the last call being from two months ago. She traced the phone number she'd called quickly, realizing it to be an area code from Lebanon, Kansas. "Lebanon? What was she doing in Lebanon?"

Juno quickly began typing in the phone number, an account for an old Facebook page coming up. Juno smiled lightly, then looked up this man elsewhere. She discovered that he was a most wanted man in America at one point, and is now deceased. So, why was Charlie calling the infamous Dean Winchester?

"I'm gonna find you, Winchester. And you're gonna give me my sister," Juno said determinedly. She grabbed her things, leaving the apartment swiftly. For hours, she drove to Lebanon. Once she reached the exact place the receiving end of the call was, she parked her car outside and got out. "This already gives me creeper vibes."

Juno shut her car door, walking to the circular door. She was about to knock, but twisted the handle to just pull it open. When it worked, she smiled lightly. She was met with another door, her heart sinking. She took a deep breath, hoping what she thought was on the other side was on the other side. She knocked on the door, then stepped back as she awaited an answer.

A minute later, a tall man opened the door. He had one hand in the waistband of the back of his jeans, Juno only assuming that it was for a gun. She'd seen the trick, he wasn't special.

"Can I help you?" he asked.

"I'm looking for my sister. I traced a call between her and another person back to this place because I haven't heard from her in two months. Her name's Charlie Bradbury, have you seen her?" The man's face immediately went down and he looked back at his two friends standing below the railing.

"Uh, come in," he said motioning for Juno to walk in. "I-I'm Sam." He extended a hand, Juno shaking it.

"Juno," she said nodding at him slightly. She followed him down the stairs, her eyes falling on who she learned from Google as Dean Winchester.

"I'm Dean," he said as he looked uneasy.

"I know," Juno said quickly. "I know who both of you are."

"You do?" Sam asked.

"I do. You guys have been on national news if I'm not mistaken. Mass murderers," Juno said glancing around the room. Her eyes fell on the man in the trench as she looked him up and down. "What, he's your guy in the chair?"

"Something like that," Dean said as he slowly moved his hand to his waistband.

"The gun in the waistband... It doesn't scare me. I've been in my fair share of fights to not be scared anymore. Besides, it's pretty obvious," Juno said tilting her head down.

"You've been in fights?" Dean scoffed.

"I was deployed in Iraq for ten years. I've seen some thing that trust me you wouldn't believe. But that's not what I'm here for. I'm here for something else. My sister... She was the last person I had contact with in our family. When she stopped calling me I got worried. I searched her house, searched her internet, only to trace it all back to here. So, what did you all do to Charlie?"

Dean's face went pale at Juno's words, his head beginning to hang. Sam looked just as sad and guilty. Juno noticed it immediately, her heart beginning to pound faster than it ever had before. She took her gaze to the final man who only looked sympathetic.

"Charlie, she's, uh..." Dean trailed off, running his hands over his face. "Two months ago she was helping us with a mission type thing, and she was... She was killed." Juno's breath hitched in the back of her throat at his words, her gut beginning to wrench. She looked down as she felt tears beginning to threaten to spill.

"No, no she can't..." Juno looked between the three of them, their faces saying it all. "She's..." Juno let the realization hit her, grief and all sorts of emotions hitting her at once. Anger, sadness, grief, but most of all a thirst for revenge.

"Juno, if you want, you're welcome to stay with us for a little while. We've got sort of a team going here," Sam said. Juno looked over at him, then back at the ground.

"What kind of team?"