Chapter 1

Daylight still crept through the tree as the Impala moved down the barren roadway. Sam sat in the driver seat as Dean was lean back asleep in the passenger seat. Sam looks over at his brother asleep next to him. Not too often had Dean relaxed around him much less relax enough to sleep in the car with him driving. He has always been alert for any danger that may come their way. Dean was always the protective big brother to Sam. When Dean asked for him to drive, Sam jumped to the idea. Dean hardly let Sam drive, but the last hunt was hard on Dean. Being thrown down the stairs in that old house was not the best thing on a big brother, though he did not get hurt, Dean was sore and tired.

Sam didn't sleep well lately anyway so he had no problems answering to Dean request. A smile comes over Sam's face. At the very moment, the car jumped as it seemed to drive over something. Sam grips the steering wheel tightly as his eyes grow large at the sudden impact.

Dean, feeling the sudden movement of his baby, jumps to attention crying out "What the hell?" The car was now leaning to the right and limping along as Sam starts to slow it down to a stop at the side of the road. "What did you do to my car, Sammy?" Dean now was looking around now realizing his voice was louder than with each words.

"Nothing!" Sammy was matching the volume with Dean.

"Nothing! You trying to trash my baby?" Dean now was angry. "Pull over. Pull over, Dude!"

"I am. I am." Sam said as he maneuvered the Impala to the gravel shoulder.

Before the car comes to a complete stop, Dean is swinging the door open and climbing out. "I swear, dude, if you trashed her, I'll kill you." Dean was quickly inspecting his baby and stops at the rear of the driver side, looking at the rear tire. "Ah man. You blow a tire, Sam."

Sammy was out at the rear of the car with his brother, looking at the rear tire. "I'm sorry, man. I don't know what I hit." He looks back down the way they came but could not see anything.

"Just give me the keys so I can change it." Sam handed the keys to Dean and watched his brother open the trunk.

"I'll do it, Dean." Sam says.

Deans straighten up quickly almost hitting his hand on the trunk hood. "Hell NO. You ain't touching my baby." He goes back to moving the stash of weapons and pulling out the spare tire and jack. "You ain't touch her ever again." Dean continued saying. Sam watches unable to help.

After about an hour, Dean started to hand Sam the blown tire and jack. Sam knew he was to place them back in the trunk. Dean finished tightening the lugs and turned to his little brother who had a face to make all orphan children feel lost. "Hey, it wasn't your fault. Completely. I know it was an accident." Sam was now looking at his big brother. "I tell you what, you can pay to get it fixed." Dean smiles.

Sam shakes his head and smiles, "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean closes the trunk and watches Sam walk to the passenger side. Dean grins to himself. 'I can really make him pay for this one' he thinks to himself.

Sam turns around to say something to his brother as he stopped at the door. Dean still standing at the trunk. "Hey Dean, I . . . " Sam stops in mid-sentence as he looked passed his brother to a fog that had formed a several yards away. Sam cocked his head as he looked at the fog. Something was odd about it.

Dean, seeing the expression on his brother's face, turns to see what his Sam's attention. Dean too felt something odd about the fog. Both brothers looked at the fog as it seemed to slowly move toward them. Almost like a great beast moving in on its prey. "Sam, get in the car." Dean slowly said.

Sam was only able to state his brother's name before Dean started pushing Sam toward the opened the passenger's door. "Get in the car! Get in the car!" Dean kept repeating as he was guiding Sam into the opened door. Shoving Sam hard into the car and trying to follow. This whole time, Dean was also watching the fog move like a beast toward them. The fog becoming blacker as it got close. As Dean was climbing behind his brother, the fog was suddenly upon them and Dean could feel craws grab at his legs. Moving up his body, ripping at his clothes.

Sam, who went head first into the car, hits his head on the steering wheel. He turned toward his brother to see Dean struggling to get into the car. Sam could tell by the look on his face something was wrong. Sam reached for Dean as Dean was reaching for Sam. Dean's expression changed. Angst and fear were written all over Dean's face. Sam could see boney craws protruding from the fog. He could see them dig deep into Dean's now bloody flesh as his clothing was being ripped. "Sammy!" Dean yells out in pain.

"Dean!" Sam calls back to him as he could feel his grip on Dean weakening. The fog had morphed into haunted fingers that started to wrap around Dean till finally Sam could no longer hold on to him. Both brothers screamed the other's name as Dean disappeared into the fog.

As unnatural as the fog appeared, it was gone. And so was Dean. Sam turned around to take in all directions to look for his brother. Nothing. His brother was no where around. Only an eerie stillness in the air. Sam looks around again. "Dean." He softly says. "Dean." Sam suddenly felt lost and alone. He had lost his big brother and had no idea on how to get him back.