Well here's yet another one of my stupid little fics. Not sure if anyone will like this one though because there's nothing supernatural about it, just some bad humans. If you decide to read it I hope you like it.

Almost Paradise

Dean moaned as he slowly opened his eyes and then closed them again as a blinding pain shot through his head.

"Oh man…." He moaned as he threw his arm up and covered his eyes trying to remember what had happened and why his head felt like someone was pounding on it with a sledge hammer.

He remembered leaving a Colorado bar on a freezing snowy night with Sam walking a few feet behind him. They had been low on money and had stopped at the bar to make a little money by hustling pool. After making a little more then three hundred dollars they decided it was time to go when the patrons of the bar started to object to their winning too many games. Dean remembered opening the car door then turning around to say something to his brother and seeing a man come out of the shadows behind Sam. He had shouted a warning to his brother but it was too late. The man hit him on the back of his head with a beer bottle and Sam crumbled to the ground unconscious. Within five seconds ten or more men had surrounded them. The next thing he remembered was he and Sam lying in the back of a pickup truck while someone followed them in the Impala out to the highway, and then he and his brother being dumped in the snow next to it. He then remembered watching the men drive off in trucks and seeing Sam, the back of his head covered in blood, lying a few feet away from him. Dean could feel his anger growing, Sam's face was covered in bruises where he had been kicked even though he was unconscious. The last thing he remembered was crawling over to his brother before passing out. At the thought of Sam being injured his eyes suddenly flew open and he quickly sat up.

"Sam! Sammy!" He looked around and realized he was sitting in a bed in what looked like a well kept cabin. He swallowed hard as he looked at the bed next to him which was empty. Where was Sam? Was he still lying somewhere out in the cold? "Sammy!" He yelled as he crawled out of bed and started toward the door which suddenly swung open.

"You shouldn't be out of bed." A woman of about twenty five dressed in a long dress walked toward Dean and led him back towards the bed. For a few seconds Dean felt like he was living in the sixties. The woman looked like a hippie with a halo of flowers in her hair and beads around her neck. She was beautiful and if he wasn't worried about his brother he would have hit on her in an instant.

"Where's my brother?" Dean asked as he tried to pull away from the woman but he was weak and it didn't take much for her to control him.

"Don't worry your brother is okay."

"Why isn't he here with me? Where is he?"

"Your brother was delusional when we brought him in. He kept talking in his sleep about horrible things….evil things. We thought it best if we kept him in a cabin by himself."

"I need you to take me to him."

"I don't think that's wise right now. You need to rest, you've…."

"I need to see my brother; I need to make sure he's alright." Dean said interrupting her. He knew he wouldn't be getting any rest till he made sure his brother was okay.

"Evan wouldn't like that. He told me to take care of you and see that you stayed in your cabin."

"Evan?" Dean looked around the cabin. "Where am I?"

"You're in Paradise."

"Paradise? What…who are you people?"

"We're Evan's family. We live in a community called Paradise. Some of our men were returning from their chores and found you and your brother hurt and freezing to death alongside the road. They brought you here." She smiled at him. "You are lucky; we seldom let strangers into our community."

"Thanks for helping us, but I really need to see my brother."

"I'll ask Evan if it is alright, but he may refuse."

"I don't mean to be disrespectful but I'm going to find my brother with or without his permission." Dean once more started for the door.

"Okay wait, I'll take you. But you must stay with me. Strangers are not allowed to be left alone."

"Okay fine, just take me to my brother."

Sam's cabin

As they walked toward Sam's cabin Dean looked around the small village. It sat completely surrounded by evergreen trees with approximately twenty small cabins and a few larger ones nestled together to form a small village. Due to the heavy snow only a few men and woman were outside chopping wood which he assumed was used to heat the cabins. The men chopped the wood while the woman gathered it and stacked it alongside each of the cabins. Dean could see inside some of the cabins and could see men and women making bead necklaces and other crafts all of them dressed in hippie style clothing. As he walked with the woman he thought it odd that none of the people outside looked at him as he walked by, as if they were told not to acknowledge his presence. They finally came to the last cabin at the end of the path and entered it. Sam was lying on the bed moaning as his head rolled back and forth on the pillow as he dreamt. Dean hurried to his side. It was then he saw that Sam had been tied to the bed posts.

"Dean behind you! The demon it's behind you!" Sam cried out into the night.

"Sammy….Sammy it's me." Dean said softly trying to quiet his brother down as he pulled a chair up next to the bed and sat down. He untied Sam's wrists and looked into his face. He didn't appear to have been harmed, other then the bruises that were already on his face from the earlier fight which had now turned purple, there didn't appear to be any fresh ones. He then looked over at the girl.

"Why's he tied up?"

"We didn't want him to harm himself. He was thrashing all around when he was brought in."

It sounded like a reasonable explanation to him.

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sam, it's me. You're just having a nightmare. I need you to wake up for me."

Sam slowly opened his eyes and looked into his brother's worried face.

"What's going on?" Sam tried to sit up but winced in pain as a sharp pain shot through his head and he fell back to the bed and shut his eyes.

"Take it easy." Dean put his hand on Sam's chest to hold him down.

"Where are we? What's going on?" He asked as he reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose trying to take the headache away as he tried to remember what had happened.

"Those men from the bar didn't take kindly to our winning their money." Dean gave his brother a little smile. "They smacked us around some then dumped us by the road." Dean nodded toward the woman who stood by the door. "These people found us and took us in."

Sam opened his eyes and gave the woman a small smile.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." The woman then looked at Dean. "Now that you have seen your brother, you must go back to your cabin."

"I appreciate your help but I'm not going anywhere without my brother. Either I'll stay here or he goes back with me to my cabin."

"It is forbidden." The woman looked nervously at the door. "Evan will not allow it."

"Why?"

"Your brother speaks of spirits and demons…. He must be kept isolated from the rest until his soul can be cleansed."

Dean felt a cold chill go through him. His soul cleansed? He didn't like the sound of that.

"He's only dreaming. I'll take care of him, he'll be fine."

"Please, you must leave at once or Evan will punish me for bringing you here."

"Punish you? What do you mean punish you? Why?"

TBC