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Title: "Screams in the Night"

Chapter: One

Chapter Title: Bar Time

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Kristell Reynolds, Frank Collins, etc.

Rating: T/M

Rating Reason: Language

Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me, that means I do not own Dean or Sam Winchester (though I can only dream for the latter of the two ) It also means, that I do not own John Winchester (my hero). I do however own, the plot, any non-Supernatural related characters, and everything that isn't Supernatural related on that note. While I don't own the city that this takes place in, I give full credit to the town as it is one of the most beautiful I have ever spent time in, and has the most kick-ass antique stores out there. And people do own it- or at least pay taxes to it.

Credits: I give slight credit to my cousins for weaving stories of these creatures from the day my parents dubbed me old enough for horror stories. As well as Sal for proof-reading this, even though I am not making this a Wincest story like he wants.

Synopsis: A small town in Northern Illinois has been receiving attacks from some phantom screeching creature. Can Sam and Dean Winchester, with the help of their Father, over come this creature, even when there is another set of hunters on the creatures trail as well?

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A small girl sat at the edge of a dock, the water dark beneath her, and almost still, her black hair looking even darker in the night, still thought there was a breeze. The trees whispered a song of fear in the night breeze. The girl hummed a soft tune, one that sounded almost as if it would be in a horror move.

"The time is nigh." A voice said, soft and sweet. The voice almost eerie, "Blood… The blood… And the pain… Pain… and sadness and fear…" the voice said, the pitch of the tone increasing with each syllable, growing into almost a screech.

"The time is nigh, the time is near, the past has gone by, into only seconds of feeeeeaaaaaaaaar," the last word came out as a high pitched screech, the little girl almost floating into the hair, her hair flying around her with the dress she was wearing as she moved towards the village nearby, the screech following with the girl.

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Frank Collins lay in bed, staring at the clock, near one o'clock, for the third time that week. He knew he should have told his wife about the affair that he had just broken off, though wouldn't dare because his mistress had been the daughter of one of his wives best friends. Either way, the fact was eating him from the inside out and he was going to be driven insane.

A noise came from outside, almost a high pitched squeal, almost the sound that his old truck made when he had started it up. Worried about his truck (the one he had been trying to fix up for ages, but just hadn't found the time for) He made his way outside to his garage, only to be face to face with what looked like a flying hag. Its hair flapping around, it's pale skin contrasting with the dark hair. The screech almost popping his ear drums.

Frank's jaw dropped as he was about to yell to his wife, but he could barely get a sound out as the creature's hand grasped around his neck, lifting him up into the air, snapping it's wrist, his head falling limp to the side, before his body fell to the ground, blood dribbling out of both of his ears.

The creature, however, vanished into the night.

Of course everyone has their secrets. Where they lie all depends on the person. While for one person, it could be behind that false smile they put on every morning, for another it could be behind the sad blue eyes that seemed to hold knowledge beyond their age.

Sam and Dean Winchester appeared in an antique town in Northern Illinois. The town, Richmond, had been ridden with odd aura's and the whatnot, and had finally found someone to help them with the problem.

There had been reports of atrocious screeching in the middle of the night, near one in the morning, with no sightings of whatever it had been. The highly wooded area seemed to hide a lot, and the fearful residents were never willing to go in search of what was making the noise. All they knew was that whenever the screeching occurred, the next morning, another person would be found dead.

The Winchester boys sat in the dark pub called Doyle's, and each of them nursing a bottle of beer. Sam at work on his laptop and as usual, Dean working it with the girls at the bar. John had decided that it would be best to meet up with the boys as he had a stop to make on the way- an old friend to meet up with, perhaps spend a little time with. As usual, the boys had no problem with it.

Dean leaned against the bar, smiling charmingly at one of the girls there... He rubbed his hand down her bare arm while whispering something into her ear. With a giggle, she playfully pushed him away, when pulled him back and kissed him lightly with a giggle, as Sam watched over his laptop screen, finally, with an eye-roll, looking back to his computer, in hopes of finding some clue as to what had been occurring in the town he had been sitting in.

After seeing the attitude of his brother, Dean smiled at the girl he was talking to and held a finger up," Will you just stay here for one sec, I think its time for my lame-o of a brother to get off of his computer and try to get some act-tion." He added an even more charming smile at the end as the girl replied," I'll be right here waiting for you."

Dean gave the girl a thumbs up and headed over to the table where his brother was, sliding into the chair next to him," People here are gonna think you're neutral or something. Come on, just one night, get a girl man, you'll be happier." He said with a semi-teasing tone to his voice.

Sam looked up from the computer screen, which seemed to be shedding more light into the bar than even the lights there had been," I don't need anyone, I'm good,"

"You're just scared, one nights not gonna make anything happen. See look, I'll even find someone for you," Dean sat up a little, looking around spotting a girl behind a laptop of her own, Dean pointed to her," It's almost like Uno… There ya go, a nice girl stuck behind the same thing that you seem to be stuck to- a laptop. One night, Sammy… One night, come-on."

Sam shook his head, looking to where his brother was pointing, indeed a girl was sitting there, her face also illuminated by a laptop screen, looking intently into it. He shook his head, and pointed to his screen," Dean, I'm being serious here, I think I may have something, then again, there is someone else who may have something," Sam's eyebrows raised," And someone else is on the trail here, I'm not the first person to impose a question about this. I know it sounds cheesy Dean, but we're not alone here."

Dean shook his head," What is this, some sort of sci-fi TV show? Come on," he shut the computer screen, sending their part of the bar into a dimmer darkness," Sam… Meets girl… Gets laid… go." Dean said determination in his voice as he pointed at the girl, then slapped his brother on the back and walked off back to the bar, smiling and talking to the girl.

Sam rolled his eyes as his brother walked away and tossed his laptop into the messenger bag that he had picked up at an army surplus store a few towns over earlier in the day, then stood up, headed to the bar, getting two beers and slid into the chair next to the girl, setting it on the table next to her. "I'm Sam," he said.

The girl looked up from the computer, her brown eyes illuminated by the light of the laptop," I'm 18." She said, the girls black eyebrows raised.

Sam cursed under his breath then shook his head," Sorry," he said, a bit of a chuckle in his voice," I totally suck at all this."

The girl laughed out loud," Join the club, why do you think I'm alone with my laptop, the names Kristell. You came in with Mr. All That."

Sam laughed, shifting back in his seat," Yeah… My brother… He's a bit full of himself, has this notion that every woman wants him."

Kristell looked at Dean for a second then back to Sam," I can't see why any girl would want him, but," she shrugged with a slight laugh," To each their own, I suppose."

Sam nodded with a smile," So you're really 18?"

"Well… Almost 19, but same thing right. Old enough for strip clubs, not old enough to drink, it really sucks."

Sam laughed," Aww, poor baby… You can have the beer anyway, I won't tell," He said with a wink, brushing his shaggy hair to the side in the process.

Kristell shook her head," Sorry, I need to be well aware in my life, A beer will only… well, I'd be fucked over." A rattling sound came from the table where a phone lit up, bouncing towards the edge of the table. The girl reached out a thin hand and caught it. Holding a finger up to Sam," Gimmie a sec," she said with a smile before putting the phone up to her ear, speaking," Yeah ma… It did… He didn't… You two what… Ewww." A semi-disgusted look came over the girls face as Sam watched, curious about what was being said on the other end," You leave him alone… And don't do anything else… Fine… I'm busy now though… Alright, I'll be back there in a little bit… Love ya too ma, bye." The girl snapped her phone shut, shaking her head," Sorry about that."

Sam laughed a little," What was that about?"

Kristell shook her head," My mom and her boyfriend are finished with whatever they were doing, I don't really want to know," She laughed a little more, her eyes sparkling in the light of the laptop.

Sam laughed along with the girl, nodding his head," Thank god, I only have to deal with my brother with that… So you from around here?" He asked, trying to get a little on the trail as to what had been going down.

The girl shook her head," Naw, I travel around with my ma a lot, I'm from upper Kansas though- a.k.a. the middle of nowhere, you from around here?" she said with a slight laugh.

"You too? Crazy. I'm from Kansas too. My brother and I are on… Like a road trip. Live in Kansas your whole life?"

Kristell laughed, nodding," Born and bred…" she shook her head, looking at her computer screen as a blip noise came from it, she dug into her bag, pulling out a notebook and a sharpie, writing something down on it, then turning back to Sam," Look, normally, I don't run out like this, but…" Kristell grabbed Sam's hand and started writing on it," Something came up that I have to look into. This is my number, it was really nice talking to you, and meeting you… Call me sometime,"

Sam nodded," You alright," he asked, piercing his eyebrows.

"Yeah," Kristell responded," My ma just messaged me with some stuff that I need to check out… I promise you, I'm not trying to blow you off; I just need to get going… Plus, it's like 2 in the morning, way past the bedtime of an 18 year old," she said with a laugh, finishing her phone number on Sam's hand and adding her name on there," Call me, it'd be cool if we were in the same place, maybe we could hang out… With out me having to rush off."

Sam shifted his head," I'll be sure to call," he said, stealing the marker from Kristell and grabbing her hand, writing his number on his," Feel free to call me too, get me away from having to listen to Mr. My Shit Don't Stink, over there."

Kristell laughed, taking the marker back from Sam when he finished, then packed her laptop away and slung her bag over her shoulder," I'll be sure to," she said," Well, Sam, it was a pleasure meeting you," she said softly, then pecked him on the cheek and patted him on the back.

Sam smiled at the girl," It was nice meeting you too Ms. Kristell." He said before the girl walked away. He sat there in almost a daze for a couple of minutes, finally coming to his senses, and pulling out his laptop again, searching some of the sites, coming up with a more recent news story.

Dean came over a few minutes later, nodding with an idiotic smile on his face," So," He said, trying to prompt his brother as to what happened.

Sam shook his head," We talked Dean; I'm not a pounce on her at first glance type of a guy… Anyway, there was another death here, filed in a report only about half an hour ago. Frank Collins, age 59, his wife said that there had been an unbearable screeching, her husband went to go check his car, when the screeching stopped, she went out to check on him, stumbling over the body, only minutes after one a.m."

Dean shook his head," And they already have a report up,"

"Man, it's a small town, word gets around fast in a small town," Sam said, looking up at his brother," We should head out and rest up, get on top of this tomorrow morning."

Dean shook his head with a half laugh," Damn, you really need to get laid."

--- Alright everyone! That was chapter one, I tried my hardest, I have only recently fallen in love with Supernatural and have watched the whole series, save 3ish episodes, so feedback please! Feedback only helps my writing get better. ----