She was at the window again that night when he awoke. Looking through at him, watching him, beckoning him. At first he had resisted, had stayed in bed next to his wife, willing the girl at the window to leave him alone. He knew what she wanted, and he wanted to give it to her badly. It was a Saturday night when he finally succumbed. Egged on by too many beers and the fact that his wife had rolled away from him the second he'd climbed into bed, he slipped from the bed and walked barefoot out into the cool night air. When he reached the bedroom window, the exact spot he'd seen her, she'd gone. He sighed and turned back to the house, stopping in his tracks as he came face to face with the girl. She smiled at him, a smile that reached her eyes as she stepped forward to take his hand. Without hesitation, he reached for her, relishing the touch of another woman after such a long married life. She started to walk, leading him away from the lights of the house and into the forest surrounding the new gaslight development. Twigs snapped under his feet and the occasional stab of pine needles reminded him this wasn't a dream. She walked quietly but quickly, turning back to look at him, smiling as she led him deeper into the forest. As he walked, he tried to remember the girl from town, knowing he recognised her but unable to settle on a name. She was dressed in a long white gown, her chocolate brown skin flashing tantalisingly at him as she turned and looked coyly over her shoulder. She'd yet to say a word to him, but he felt compelled to follow, deeper, further into the trees. A chill caught up and it whipped around her nightgown, and caused goosebumps to rise on his arms. She stopped suddenly in front of him, and turned. Her eyes flashed a dark shade of green, an unusual colour for human eyes, and he started, wondering what he was doing here, what had made him leave home in the middle of the night to follow this stranger into the forest. She stepped towards him and he inched backwards, the spell broken and his senses on high alert. Her smile turned to a scowl and her head tilted to the side, eyeing him suspiciously.

"I have to go..." he trailed off as she took another step closer, "What are you doing?"
Her lips parted and she sighed, "Do you love me?"
He frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion, "I...I don't know you..."
Her dark hair fell over her eyes as she looked to the ground disappointed. He felt a pang of guilt and reached for her. She slowly looked back up through her hair at him, her green eyes glowing black in the twilight before throwing back her head and screaming up at the moon.

He had enough time to be startled before the screaming burrowed its way inside his head, making his pulse pound hard, forcing his hands to his head as the agonising pain ripped through...

Sam shot up out of bed, pressing the heel of his hand against his forehead in agony. A sharp rip of pain tore through his head and a wave of nausea passed over him.

Dean looked up from the laptop he was using, searching for any supernatural activity in the US, looking for clues as to where they were headed next, "Hey Sammy, welcome to the land of the living."

A wave of nausea hit him as he sat up, the room around him spinning. He groaned as he threw himself back down onto the too-hard motel mattress, "Why did you let me fall asleep?"

Dean shrugged, closing the laptop on his fruitless search, and leaned forward peering at Sammy who was rubbing his temples, "So?"

"So, what?"
"What you got for us?"
Sam swung his legs over the side of the bed, pulling himself slowly to a seated position, his hair hanging over his eyes as he tried to shield away the harsh light from the bare bulb, "Dude, you let me fall asleep so you wouldn't have to search the 'net?"

Dean raised his eyebrows quickly, flashing a sly smile at his brother, "We can discuss my shortcomings as a brother some other time, did you get anything?"

A nod. The slight movement of his head caused a rush of pain and he got to his feet, moving slowly toward the kitchenette arms outstretched feeling around for an empty glass.

"You okay Sammy?" concern was etched on Dean's face as he got to his feet, taking the glass from his brother and running the cool water into the sink.

"Yeah," Sam forced a smile, taking a seat by the table, "I just feel like I've gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. I've got these pains in my head, crazy pains."

"You up to talking about what you saw?" Dean handed the glass of water over, before taking a seat in front of the laptop, wiping his hands on his jeans.

Sam took a long drink from the glass and rubbed his eyes, trying to clear the blur that was forming, "I think it was a banshee of some kind. She led a guy into a forest and when he wouldn't seduce her, she screamed and screamed until his head...exploded."

Dean raised his eyebrows and tilted his head, "So, this girl doesn't take rejection well?"
Sam grimaced and nodded, "Yeah, but she was cute," he paused, thinking back to his dream and the girl, dressed only in her nightgown, "Stunning actually, but then she opened her mouth and his head, it just kinda...popped."

Dean sighed, "Nice imagery Sammy, you got anything else for us?" he asked opening the lap top.
"Erm, yeah, there was a new gaslight development, that was where this guy lived," he recalled trying to remember the details before they escaped him.

"Good, good, that narrows it down to, oh, I would say, about 49 states."
"Well, if you let me finish!" he bitched, "It was surrounded by woodland, the sign on the outskirts of the land said that the property developers were Gilmore Estates, and the prefix for the telephone number was a Texan area code. So, you know, feel free to bite me," Sam buried his head in his hands, trying to stop the pains from worsening.

A smirk played on Dean's lips as he entered the information into the search engine, "Touche...bitch."
"Will you please stop calling me that..."