Chapter One: 3am

Francis was out for a walk to clear his head. He had just been in a big fight with Arthur about how they should put their chemistry project together. He didn't know why Ms Héderváry kept making them lab partners when this always happened.

He figured he should go to Feli's Diner for some pie. It was a small town and Feli's was the only place to get descant food besides his own house. It wasn't far from where he was and he just had to cross two more streets. He made his way across the first when the light changed from the hand to the little green guy. Suddenly there was a sound of screeching tires. Francis turned his head to see what it was but by the time his brain registered what was happening it was too late and everything had gone black.

Arthur woke up in a cold sweat. It was still dark outside so he looked at his clock. 3am. "Bloody hell..." He was wide awake so he couldn't get back to sleep anytime soon. "Damn it, I have that presentation in history tomorrow with Francis and I know he won't be any-" then he remembered his nightmare. 'It was just a dream...' He looked at his phone on the nightstand. "I better make sure the frog is ok." Opening up his phone he pressed one on his speed dial. "...Pick up you bloody-"

"Oui? Do you have any idea what time it is? I need my beauty sleep..." the frog's voice was like music to his ears.

"I know I know. I just.. I wanted to make sure you were ok." a light blush dusted his cheeks.

"Of course I'm ok. Why should you care?"

'I should care because I-' "I just wanted to be sure you could make it to school tomorrow. For the presentation we have to give." his face was red now. He was never one for lying but at this point it was better than telling him why he really called.

"Well that was a stupid reason. You know that Mr Kiku would kill me if I missed another day."

"Heh, yeah I guess you're right." that was a bad excuse and Arthur knew it.

"Of course I am. Now get some sleep Angleterre~"

"Don't call me that you bloody frog!" and with that the call ended.

Knowing Francis was ok didn't help him with getting back to sleep. He knew what that dream was and hated himself for thinking it. He's had that kind of dream before. In someone else's body, can feel how they feel, see everything they see, and they end up dying. He would always wake up at the same time too. 3am. He had the same dream with his pet cat when he was six, his mother five years ago, and his girlfriend two months ago . The dreams only happened with the people or things he truly loved. And they all died one week later.

Dean beat the steering wheel as the song played and he sang along. "In touch with the ground, I'm on the hunt I'm after you~" Sam stared at the "3am" on the dashboard thinking about tonight's hunt.

"It was just too easy..." He thought out loud.

"To easy? Dude, that white haired demon was a total bitch!"

"I know, it's just usually demons at least try to hide or blend in. It seemed that he was kind of mocking us."

Dean had to admit that he was right. Gillbo or whatever his name was did seem he was trying to get caught. "Yaahh, let's get some food. I'm freaking starving."

They pulled into the small diner on the corner. As they sat down they were greeted by a strangely cheery boy with his eyes closed and one stray hair.

"Caio! Anything I can get you?"

Sam and Dean stared at the boy for a moment. They haven't heard anyone without a pepperidge farms accent since they got here. "Uh, sure. I'll have a bacon cheeseburger with fries and he'll have the Feli's special pasta salad." The apparently Italian boy wrote down their orders with his eyes still closed.

"Ve~ Anything to drink?"

"Coffee, Thanks."

He wrote that down without opening his eyes too. "It'll be right out!" And with that he went into the kitchen. Dean could have sworn he was wearing a dress but that would definitely be one of the stranger things seen that day.

"So do you think Gillbo is over with?" Dean asked as their food was being made.

"I don't know, I mean he just gives me this feeling that there's something bigger here."

Dean looked at him for a second. Sam looked genuinely worried and confused. "Ok then. We can get a room and camp out here for a few days till we know it's completely quiet. But I'll be honest bro, so far the only thing that gives me the creeps here is the magic eyes closed waiter guy."

Suddenly they heard a loud crash coming from the kitchen. They got up and Dean reached for his gun but then they heard a combination of yelling and apologizing in Italian. Sam and Dean sat back down. The demon they were hunting had made them a bit overly jumpy. A couple of minutes later another boy came from the kitchen with Sam and Dean's food. This one with his eyes open and the curl on the other side. His hair was a bit darker too.

"Sorry for the wait. My idiot brother was daydreaming about the potato bastard again and broke some plates..." Dean didn't really care and immediately started eating the burger in front of him. He wasn't joking when he said he was starving.

"It's no problem... Hey, do you know any cheap motels in town?"

The Italian told them about a little place down the street they could stay. "Trigger Alps Motel".

((You have 1003 guesses who owns the motel...

Sorry it was so short but I have chapter 2 all written and ready to upload if you want to see more! Can you believe this only took me ONE NIGHT? Yah I know stfu... I started at about 8 when I got the idea and wrote non stop till about 2 in the morning... TRUE STORY: Pandora is stalking me... When I began writing the first part with Sam and Dean Wayward Sons came on... Oh yah and I'm working on chapter 3... I have no idea how long this will be btw... THE PAIRING WILL BE FRUK! If you knew me you would be WELL AWARE of how much I love fruk... So yah PLEASE R&R! ))

((so I'm editing the bad spelling and fixing the dialogue situation and I'm so sorry for my writing from 3 years ago, I'm better now I promise))