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Title: "Screams in the Night"

Chapter: Two

Chapter Title: Information comes in bulk

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Brenda Reynolds, Kristell Reynolds, Frank Collins, etc.

Rating: T/ future- M

Rating Reason: Language

Disclaimer: Supernatural does not belong to me, that means I do not own Dean or Sam Winchester (though I can only dream for the latter of the two ) It also means, that I do not own John Winchester (my hero). I do however own, the plot, any non-Supernatural related characters, and everything that isn't Supernatural related on that note. While I don't own the city that this takes place in, I give full credit to the town as it is one of the most beautiful I have ever spent time in, and has the most kick-ass antique stores out there. And people do own it- or at least pay taxes to it.

Credits: I give slight credit to my cousins for weaving stories of these creatures from the day my parents dubbed me old enough for horror stories. As well as Sal for proof-reading this, even though I am not making this a Wincest story like he wants.

Synopsis: A small town in Northern Illinois has been receiving attacks from some phantom screeching creature. Can Sam and Dean Winchester, with the help of their Father, over come this creature, even when there is another set of hunters on the creatures trail as well?

Comments: This is not favoritism on Sam's behalf, actually… I like John the most so… yeah…

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Noon.

The door to the hotel room swung open, then shut again with a loud bang, only seconds later the curtains to the room ripped open, shedding a blinding light onto the two Winchester boys.

"What the hell?" Dean said, his pillow finding its way over his head as he flipped over in the bed," Shut the shade Sam, God."

Sam snarled, sitting up, a slight headache starting," Damn, it wasn't me." He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the light, trying to figure out who was there.

"Up, Up, Dean, now," John Winchester spoke, his deep voice piercing the tense semi-silence of the room, as he kicked the end of the bed that Dean was on, shifting everything on it forward, causing Dean's head to hit the headboard.

"Damn," he said, rubbing the top of his head, and flipping over in the bed," What time is it?" he asked

Sam threw his legs over the side of the bed, bending forward and rubbing the goop out of his eyes, glancing slightly at the clock in the process," 12:17." He said, shaking his head, so long for the plans of the free continental breakfast then getting out early to go do research.

"Boys, we have a situation and I need your greatest effort with this." John said, finding his way to one of the chairs that sat near the window, his face filled with a remote sort of concern as he leaned to the side, resting his chin in his hand, his arm rested on the arm of the chair.

Dean looked over, cocking his head to the side before tossing his shirt over his head," What do you mean?"

"A friend of mine is in town with her daughter. They're in the same business as us, her daughter got a lead last night and went to check it out, she has yet to return, and as of half an hour ago, has not answered her phone nor returned any of the messages that have been left." John shifted, looking up, straight to the wall," It's not a characteristic typical of her… She went after the same thing that I sent you two to look into yesterday," John clapped his hands," So, what did you get?"

The boys looked at each other before Dean spoke up," Yeah Sammy, what did we find yesterday?" he asked, as he had been too busy working it with the girls to even bother.

Sam shook his head," Not much, by the time I made it to the library, it was just closing… So I didn't get any local research. Well," Sam paused for a minute," In depth information. I however got some more recent stuff from the newspapers and whatnot- all stuff I found online. I even got some information from one of the bartenders early last night."

John nodded and Dean merely cocked his head, not having realized the work that Sam had put forth already.

John looked to Dean," And what did you get?"

Dean threw on his pants then pulled out a few napkins from his pocket," I got some phone numbers." Her fingered through them with a smirk on his face and pulled out a red one," This girl was amazing." Dean chuckled like an idiot as he looked at it.

"Alright, Dean, did you get anything useful? I don't see Sam with any numbers."

"Ahh, but that's where you're wrong dad," Dean walked over to his brother, grabbing Sam's arm and holding it in the direction that his father could see," Kinda sad that little Sammy boy didn't get laid."

"Dean," Sam and John said at the same time, Sam's voice annoyed, and John's stern.

"Let me get this right, Dean. Your brother sat and did information, while you sat around and attempted to get a girl." John said, his hand running thru his hair.

"Girls… With an s" Dean said," Sorry dad."

"Sam, what did you get." John asked, blowing off his oldest son's apology. He had always taught his sons to never be sorry for what they did in the past, as there was no way to change it. It was rare that they listened.

"Alright," Sam said, getting out of bed, still in the clothes he had been wearing the night before," This is the 13th such attack in the last year. It seems that it happened every 3 months for the past, what looks like as far back as the records that I was able to access go. That goes back to '74. Only this year they started increasing; One a month, this month 2; Judging by the research and the fact that this is a very Irish area." Sam paused in thought, then rummaged thru the papers that he had compiled, then pulling one out and handing it to his father," Basically, it looks like a mental Banshee."

John took the paper, glancing it over as Sam continued," There are reports of these in cities all over the US as well as in Ireland. It seems that the city, or the founders, used Pagan symbols to protect their citizens. They had believed so much, that their citizens were pure enough to be kept safe under these. But they were proven wrong. When citizens started going about their evil ways, the meaning of the symbols were voided out for a time and then reversed, instead of protecting the people, it allowed evil to come in. Evil came most places in the form of a Banshee. Banshee's scream at 1 a.m. and then the person that they scream over passes away, most of the times from natural causes. Well, when these symbols began popping up, banshees were attracted to them, making them almost crazed, and taking out their anger on citizens who performed, what they considered to be, heinous crimes. Murder, Adultery… Even some cases of.." Sam pierced his eyebrows, almost trying to stifle a laugh, before pausing for a second and continuing, A woman, about her later 30's entered the room, raising a hand to wave to John then standing against the door, listening.

"Even cases of masturbation. But the most common is like what Dean and I came across with the Bloody Mary case, people who feel responsible for the death of someone, or responsible for something horrible that they may have done. They approach the home of that person in the night, with some sort of a premonition of where they are most likely to come out, and they linger there, and screech."

Sam moved and sat down, scratching his head," They are most attracted to new people in town. A couple of the cases were of visitors in the town. If the banshee feels threatened, or fearful about their victim, they will basically kidnap their victim and hide them away till they need to feed their hunger for death again."

"How do they get hungry?" John asked, after taking a long pause to consider everything.

"With more and more immoralities in a town, their insatiable hunger grows and there is more of a need. Or if they come across someone, or someone comes across them, or their lair, they are restrained and then, when needed, are killed by the banshee." Sam looked up at the woman, assuming that it was the woman whose daughter had gone missing," Usually it doesn't happen for a few weeks, so that the creature can use every mistake against them, often times bringing back painful memories…" Sam stopped, looking to his father.

John was looking towards the woman at the door, who seemed to have a poker face on. It could have easily been deducted by anyone familiar enough, that she too was in the same business. She was a hunter too.

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They all sat at a round table at a local café, one that was right across from the motel that the Winchesters had been staying at.

"I'm Brenda Richards," the woman said, holding out her hand to each of the boys, looking at them," You must be Dean," she said, looking at Dean who responded and shook her hand as well. "And Sam." She finished, shaking his hand as well.

"I have known Brenda for about…" John looked to Brenda, an inquisitive look on his face," Since 3rd grade... ish?"

Brenda nodded then looked to the boys," Your mother was one of my best friends," she shook her head," I miss her more than almost anything in my life.

"Why this business?" Dean asked then gulped down part of his coffee.

"10 years ago, my youngest son, died mysteriously. 2 years later, my next youngest son died, the next year, my oldest son died, the next year, my husband died, while my only daughter was in the room. She saw the whole thing happen, some demon, even she is too afraid to describe it. They were gory deaths, traumatizing even me, who had come across the first 3 of them."

Sam shook his head," I'm so sorry."

Dean shook his head. John wrapped his arms around Brenda whose face had fallen into an almost crying look.

Sam looked at the table for a minute then looked up sympathetically at Brenda," Do you know any of the information that she had gotten last night?"

Brenda nodded," She said she was pretty sure that the lair was on the river here, the umm… Nippersink, it wasn't directly laying in the city, it was in Solon Mills. She took the car yesterday, so if you find the car she has to be somewhere near there. She said she was wading up current till her phone cut out after a raspy voice was in the background."

John rubbed Brenda's back," We'll find her, I promise. You've always trusted me, so you can trust my sons too."

Sam nodded reassuringly and smirked a little," It'll all be alright, she'll be alright." Sam looked at Dean, suddenly taking control of the situation," Back in the room I have a list of things that repels the creature itself."

"But if it's wacky, couldn't it mean that it would be immune?" Dean asked, looking over to his brother, his eyebrows raised.

"That is why if I don't come back by tomorrow morning, you're coming after me." Sam said, his voice almost final as he glanced out the window.

"Sam, you know how stupid that is?" John said, letting go of Brenda and leaning against the table, getting closer to Sam," Listen to me, I'm not gonna risk you getting hurt, much less killed."

Sam sat back in his seat, slightly defiantly," You're not risking anything dad, I thought we had that cleared up. This is me, I know what to expect. And with this case, at least your daughter," Sam looked over to Brenda," Your daughter won't be alone." Sam looked back to his father," Look, I know everything from what I read, it is all in those papers, if anything it'll give you all an extra night to absorb what is in those. Does it make sense?"

John nodded, looking down at the table, while Dean sat there, a bit annoyed by his brothers willingness- it was the older brother who sacrificed everything, wasn't it?

Sam shifted, and shook his head, his hair falling out of place," I'm going to go get things ready. Mrs. Richards, what is your daughter's name?"

"She answers to Kris, or Kell, I don't remember the last time she went by her full name, claims it's too girly," Brenda said with a nervous laugh. It was apparent by the look on her face that she was worried sick about her daughter, as would be expected. This was a woman who had lost every other person in her family, and now the last living one was facing death right in the face.