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Dust blew past the toes of Dean Winchester's boots. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and turned to find the dark headed figure of his brother towering a few inches behind him. "There's nothing here."
Sam raked his hand through his black hair, pushing the dark locks away from his face. "I don't know, but there's something…"
"What, a lot of dust?" Dean shrugged and sighed. "I think we're just going to have to call this one a bust, Sammy."
Sam stuck his hands in the pockets of his jacket. He walked to the railing of the porch and leaned against it. The town was a forgotten silver mining village. The buildings looked as though they had been part of a western then abandoned at the base of the mountains. Beyond the dust of the settlement, the lush green mountains contrasted with the brown of the town.
"How did you find this place?" Dean interrupted his brother's thoughts.
Sam turned and leaned against the support beam of the porch. He folded his arms and shrugged his broad shoulders. He'd been surfing and noticed a link at the bottom of a page. It said nothing about the town but showed a few pictures. Most people would have skimmed past the photographs, an untrained eye wouldn't have caught the unusual blurring around objects, but Sam had. Dean had been more interested in cleaning the guns than he had been in looking at the photographs.
Dean smirked and nodded. "There are so many other interesting things you could look at on the internet, Sammy."
The younger Winchester resisted the urge to role his eyes. Of all the things he and Dean need to talk about, or discuss, his brother wanted to lecture his internet selections. "There was just something in those pictures, Dean. I thought we should check it out."
"I'm not complaining. Who doesn't want to visit a Wild West Town? But I'm just saying, we came, we saw, there's nothing here to conquer." Dean sat down on the warped stoop at looked at his brother. "Did you find anything else?"
"History of the place? Different reports of miners dying in accidents, there was a collapse…police have been called up here to investigate fires, but when they get here, everything is fine."
"Phantom fire bug?"
Sam shrugged.
The brothers turned towards the horizon. Sam listened as the step creaked under his brother's weight as he shifted and stood. He waited to hear the heavy footsteps of Dean approaching.
A feeling of unease settled over him as he turned. A straggled sound ripped out of Dean's mouth. His left hand dug into his right shoulder as though he were trying to pry something off of his arm.
"Dean!" His voice rang loud. He looked frantically for what was hurting Dean, but he could see nothing, no one. His hand groped for his phone. He stepped forward and Dean was pulled backwards. Dean grit his teeth as he tried to pull at whatever had his shoulder.
They were still not alone; Sam could feel the other presence as every part of his skin prickled. Acting on a bizarre instinct, Sam pulled the camera phone to eye level and jerked around to the spot where Dean had just stood.
In the small screen, stood a woman, dark hair was half-up, tendrils fell around her face, a face that looked as though she'd been beat. Her modified Victorian dress was intentionally shortened. She clearly had been attacked, the material was ripped around the skirt, and the lace on her shoulder hung limp. Her face muscles were tight as she dug her fingers into Dean's shoulder.
Sam let the camera fall to his side. It didn't matter that she was there, or if she still was. What mattered was his brother's pain. Sam lurched forward, his arm stretched out for his brother. Dean was lifted off his feet, his strong frame slammed shop wall besides the broken window. His figure crumpled into a heap, his arm draped over his head.
"Dean!" Sam barked, hitting his knees beside his brother. "Dean!"