Disclaimer: I do not have any links to the creators or writers of Supernatural, therefore only new characters and situations are mine.

A/N: I've never used song lyrics before, but since they play such great music on the show, thought I'd add some relevant contemporary words. The lyrics will be in italics.

A/N: Unlike the shows writers this story is not related to a story that can be researched, pure figment of a warped mind.

Supernatural – Ghost Town

Chapter 1 - Rebecca

Dean was sat in the diner finishing his coffee and staring into the distance, thinking about the article he'd just read. In his line of vision was a waitress, she was eyeing him intently. She sidled up to him and passed him a note, before disappearing into the kitchen.

He opened the note, which was an invitation back to her place. A grin formed on his face and he was thinking how to dump Sam for a few hours when a female voice said, "I don't think you want to be going there."

Dean was irritated how dare someone pry on him, especially when it seemed like such a good idea. "What's it to you," he replied turning to look at whoever had spoken.

The woman was in her forties, but looked younger. She was dressed smartly but casually and her accent sounded English. He noted that although she was overweight, she looked worse because her clothes were too baggy. "She'll drain you dry and still have three more tonight and not think about you twice," she replied. "Besides you're here about a job Dean, get Sam and drive two miles out of town. Take the turning on your right and we'll talk."

Dean didn't like the way this woman was giving him an order but could see the amused grin and look in Sam's eye as he returned to their table. "So what's so important?" he challenged not wanting to give up his own thoughts for the evening. Then it struck him, "how do you know our names?"

"Your dad sent you here," she replied. "Though why that sod sent two kids I don't know. See you in an hour." With that she left before Dean or Sam could say anything.

Sam was still grinning. "What's with you?" Dean accused.

"Well, she got to you," Sam replied.

Dean was still watching the waitress, "yeah all the right words, but nothing revealing."

"But she said dad sent us and he did send the co-ordinates. So let's check her out," Sam replied.

"What's got into you? I'm the one who follows orders, you just want to find Dad, remember."

"I just feel that whatever the problem here is she's got some of the answers," Sam tried to soothe his agitated brother.

"What, so you want us to go chasing after some old woman, just cuz she said to." Dean replied annoyed that his plans would come to nothing, knowing that Sam wasn't going to back down.

"Well I know you'd rather chase after the young ones," Sam replied indicating the waitress. "But if she knows something, we'd better check it out."

"Man, why is it whenever I get the chance of some fun, you ruin it."

"Probably because your idea of fun is so shallow."

Dean looked hurt, "you calling me shallow?"

"Yeah, now let's get going," Sam suggested.

Dean looked daggers at Sam and picked up the papers that he had been looking at. "Don't think I'm following yours orders Sammy, it's just since I've finished my coffee, I'm agreeing to move on." As he picked the papers off the table the note fell on the floor.

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As they got settled in the car Dean looked at Sam, "what's with the look?"

"Just wondering what your next complaint will be."

Dean glared at Sam and grabbed a tape, putting it in the player as he started the car to the opening strains of Poison. 'Your blood like ice. One look could kill. My pain your thrill.'

He started to drive in the opposite direction to the one that the woman had told him.

'I wanna to love you. But I'd better not touch. Don't touch.'

"Dean we should be going the other way," Sam complained.

'I wanna hold you. But my senses tell me to stop.'

"No that's where the freak wanted us to go. I'm not walking into a trap," Dean replied.

'I wanna kiss you. But I want it too much.'

Sam looked incredulously at him, "just cuz she warned you about the waitress doesn't make it a trap."

'Too much.'

"What, you think I'm over-reacting?" Dean replied.

'I wanna taste you. But your lips are made of this poison.'

"Well, yes."

"Seriously."

'You're poison running through my veins.'

"Yes," Sam replied with a grin.

"You really think we should check it out?" Dean looked pained. Something didn't feel right but he couldn't put his finger on what.

'You're poison.'

"I think she was there for a reason and if she didn't want to talk, she must also have a reason for that." Sam looked at the confused expression on Dean's face, "do you want me to drive?"

"No," Dean replied turning the car around and following the directions.

'I don't wanna break these chains.'

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After a while they took the right turn but couldn't see anyone. "So what now Einstein?" Dean asked Sam.

"I guess we just follow the track," he replied trying to look down the track, "looks like there might be a building at the end."

As they bumped down the unmade road Dean looked at his brother, "I hope you're right about this."

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At the end of the track was an old colonial farmhouse. As they got out of the car a girl of about twenty came round the side of the building and started making eyes at Sam. He looked at Dean then back at her, but she was still trying to get his attention without coming any closer.

Sam looked at Dean again and they both grinned. "Seems someone's taken a shine to you little brother," Dean shrugged. "Bet you don't throw her away as quickly as you expect me to."

Sam looked at the girl again; she seemed to be encouraging him to follow her. He looked at Dean, "do you think that woman might be inside?"

"No, she's not," a female voice behind them made them both jump, she laughed.

"Hey that's not fair," complained Dean, as they turned to see who it was.

"Oh stop your moaning," she admonished Dean. Turning to Sam, "I'd ignore her if I were you; she's as bad as the one after Dean."

Sam looked at her, then quizzically at Dean, who shrugged.

"Didn't your Dad tell you two boys anything?" she asked.

"Look, will you quit that?" Dean retorted. "I don't know what your deal is but we're here for answers not for you to insult Dad."

"Then stop looking at the skirt, it'll get you both killed," she challenged.

"What you expect us to become eunuchs on your say so," Dean responded annoyed. "I don't think so."

"Stop acting like a petulant teenager. There are few things around here that you can trust," she snapped.

"Then stop acting like someone's Mother. As for the trusting does that include you?" Dean retorted quickly.

"I'm older enough to be someone's Mother. You're old enough to know better. But have it your own way, just get out of town and never return," she snapped. "Cuz if you won't listen, you'll be dead by nightfall."

Dean looked at her and thought about what she had said, his hand instantly running through his hair.

Sam was watching the exchange in good humour, "so who'll help you if we go?"

"Since I can't leave, if you return you'll be fighting me as well," she replied sadly.

"What do mean, we'll have to fight you too," Dean didn't like the sound of that.

"I visited the diner and stayed overnight," she turned away from them. "The coffee at the diner is drugged, it helps create whatever you want to be happy here. If you stay overnight the pull is too great for you to leave. You've got about two hours, that's why I got you out of town. This is as close to the edge of the influence that I can go."

Dean looked at her as though she'd gone insane, "so just supposing we believe your story, how long have you been here?"

"When did you get the message to come here?"

"Two days ago."

"Then I've been here three days," she answered.

Dean and Sam looked at each other then back at her, "so how come you still think you can help?" Dean posed.

"Because I haven't succumbed to temptation yet. Seems that's the turning point even if I do feel like I'm going insane," she replied.

"No, I don't get it, let's go Sam," Dean replied irritated. He thought there was something off about being sent here.

Sam looked at him and walked over. When they were out of earshot he said, "what if what she's saying is true?"

"Oh come on Sammy she's a nut case. Thinks the coffee's drugged and the people here are out to lure passers by into oblivion."

"But if she is right and we leave, how many others could be lured here before someone stops it?" Sam pleaded.

"Ok James Van Praggh, what's that head of yours saying?" Dean looked at Sam.

"That she's telling the truth," Sam replied to a disbelieving Dean. "Look that thing making eyes at me didn't feel right or that one in the diner."

"Sam that's just cuz you haven't got over Jess," Dean looked at his brother seriously.

"Maybe, but I just think we should check this out," Sam replied. "Sides Dad sent us here and you always want to follow Dad's orders."

"Ok, but if what she says is true we've only got an hour, then that's it we're out of here, agreed?"

"Agreed."

As they talked the woman had gone to the porch of the building and sat down, waiting for their decision.

They walked over and as they stepped on the porch she said, "so you think you've got enough time?"

"Can you stop that?" Dean complained.

"You mean not giving you time to talk?" she responded as Sam and Dean sat down.

Dean looked at Sam then back to her, "yeah, it's getting annoying. So if we're going to trust you what's your name?"

The woman looked at him seriously, "your father used to call me many things, most of them very unflattering." She watched Dean smirk, "but you can call me." She looked deep into his eyes making him feel nervous, "Rebecca." She stopped staring and turned to Sam, "your gift is strong, but you sometimes doubt it. You need to focus without doubt today."

"So Rebecca," Sam started gently, "how do you know dad?"

"When you were young he came to me to understand about things, things he later taught you," she replied.

"But how did you know?" Sam continued, whilst Dean looked surprised.

"It's been the family business for generations," she replied sadly, "but I'll probably be the last."

Dean looked, "how come?"

"This isn't the sort of business you want to bring children into," she replied. She didn't want to discuss that with them so she changed the subject, "so what have you got in the trunk?"

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T.B.C.

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