Okay here is chapter 1 of The Oath. It's part two of Lightning strikes. It's about 75 chapters so I hope you guys are in it for the long haul. Please read and review. It means a lot what you say. mariethorne this one is for you. Here goes nothing. And whoever reveiws and it just says help. thanks anyway but I do okay by myself. Love you guys. Hope you like.

Chapter 1

Sam cried out and grabbed his head as the vision began. He had been sitting at the computer looking up some urban legends when it started, while Dean was cleaning the weapons. They had just come off a relatively easy job in Georgia where they got rid of a poltergiest that was terrorizing a family there, but they came off without a hitch and now he was trying to find a new job for them. When this particular vision hit, it hit hard, which was Sam's first thought. So hard, that it took his breath away. He felt like he'd been hit in the stomach. It caused him to double over!

Dean also noticed. "Sam!" he said coming over to him. "What is it? What do you see?" He was beginning to get use to his brothers visions and they didn't freak him out as much as they use to, but this one was different. This one caused him to freak out all over again. He placed his hands on Sam's shoulders and waited until he was able to tell him. When the vision was over, Sam just sat there and stared at his brother for a few minutes, but finally said, "We have to go to Alabama!" Dean eyed his brother who was breathing very hard.

"What? Why?" he asked. Sam just stared. "Sam talk to me!"

"There's families there that need our help. They're all in danger! Get up! We have to go now!" Sam wouldn't say anything else. He jumped up and began throwing things into his duffel bag. He glanced over at Dean, who was just standing there. "Hurry up!" he said "We have to go!"

"Hold on a minute Sam." said Dean. He had never seen his brother so spooked over a vision before and it was making him nervous. He grabbed him by the arms and turned him to face him. Sam's eyes were filled with fear. "Sam." said Dean, looking into his face. He was scared to death. "What did you see?"

"Just trust me Dean, we have to go!" he said and tried to pull away, but Dean held him still.

"No way, we're not going anywhere until you tell me why you're so spooked." answered Dean.

"I don't have time to explain!" cried Sam.

"Well you better take time." Dean shook him a little. "What is the matter with you?"

Frustrated, Sam pulled away from his brother and started pacing the room.
"All the families in this little town called Columbiana, Alabama are being terrorized by a dark power, a very dark force. I can't explain what it is, but they need our help. Now can we please just go!" Dean looked at his brother and after a few minutes nodded and they both finished packing.

They checked out of the motel and took off for Alabama. Dean kept glancing nervously at his brother. Sam was restless and distracted and Dean knew he wasn't telling him everything. He saw something else in that vision that he refused to share. Six hours later they crossed the state line and at 12noon they reached Columbiana. When they got out of the car, however, it seemed like the whole town was staring at them.

"What's going on?" asked Dean, looking around. "Did I forget to put on my pants or something?" Sam rolled his eyes. "Let's just go into that restaurante over there and get some coffee." he said. He didn't want to admit it, but the way people were staring at them was making him nervous also. When they entered the restaurante, all conversation stopped and all eyes turned toward them. "This is the south right?" asked Sam. "I thought people were friendlier in the south." Nobody looked like they were happy they were there.

"Ok, this is just weird," said Dean looking around. They took a seat in the back and a waitress came over to take their orders. "Excuse me," said Dean, flashing her his best grin, "why is everyone looking at us like that? Is there something wrong?" The waitress didn't answer but a customer did. "You should both leave here if you know what's good for you." he said. It was a threat, which was exactly the way Dean took it.

"Now look..." he said, but Sam stopped him. "We came here to get a cup of coffee. We're just passing through. We really don't mean any harm by asking it's just that the whole town is staring at us and we just want to know why," said Sam hoping to diffuse whatever had made everyone so angry.

Several men got up from their tables and made their way back to the brothers. They tensed knowing full well where this was leading, but not understanding why. One of the men leaned down on the table toward Sam. "We don't wan't you're kind here," he said.

"Come on!" said Sam as he and Dean got up from their table. They couldn't understand why these people wanted to fight them.

"We've told you both to leave. Don't make us tell you again!" The men surrounded Sam and Dean and the brothers thought that under the circumstances, and since they were heavily outnumbered, they should probably just leave.

"Ok, fine," said Dean holding up his hands. "We're leaving." He grabbed Sam and they made their way through the restauraunte and out the door to the Impala.

"Where are we going?" asked Sam.

"What? Are you kidding? We're leaving. Get in the car." answered Dean.

"Dean, this town needs our help." said Sam.

"They don't want it! In the car!" Dean looked back toward the door. Twelve men, all big and athletic came out of the restaurante and made their way over to the Imapala.

"Shit!" said Dean, when he saw the looks on their faces. "Get in the car Sam, Now!" Dean was about to get in himself when two of the twelve men grabbed Sam. He ran around to where his brother was being held. Sam began to struggle. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Be still!" they said and pulled a gun. Sam went still. Dean also froze. "Look man, I said we were leaving, ok, let my brother go." Dean knew there was no way they could fight 12 men at one time and he just wanted to get Sam out of there.

"You wanted us to leave. That's what we're trying to do. Just let him go." said Dean. One of the others came out and whispered to the leader of the group. He nodded.

"You're Sam aren't you?" he asked.

"How did you know my name?" he asked looking around. "Who are you people?"