Chapter Two- Noticias de Weekily

Author's Note- Thank you to Night-star-93 and ParaCaerOuVoar for reviewing lol. And thanks to ParaCaerOuVoar for helping me with what they speak in Mexico lol. Enjoy!

Chapter Song- This is your Life by The Killers (I couldn't find one that fitted perfectly so this is good enough lol.)

It was nearly morning when Sam drove into the town of La Sierrite, he pulled the Impala over to the sidewalk close to the centre of the town. He could just see the sun poking over the top of a nearby hill, he turned to Dean who was snoring heavily.

"Dean…" he said quietly, "Dean…" he said a bit louder but there was still no response so he simply unbuckled his brother's seatbelt so that he was leaning fully on the door. Sam exited the driver's side and slammed his own door, but it still had no effect on the sleeping Dean. He walked around the front of the car and stopped at Dean's door. He looked at the sleeping man and sighed heavily before placing his hand on the door handle and pulling sharply.

He fell out flat on his face which finally woke him up, Dean opened his eyes and looked around quickly trying to figure out what was going on, it didn't take long when he looked up and saw Sam towering over him, "Thanks…"

"No problem" Sam told him as he scrambled to his feet and leant on to the side of the Impala.

"So…" he looked around at the small and empty town, he noticed a small water fountain in the town square and a few shops, one hotel and a local café, "So this is La Sierrite?"

"Yeah…" Sam said also taking in his surroundings.

Suddenly they both noticed a small, round woman starting to open the café and after looking at each other they made their way over confidently.

An hour later Sam was sat at an outside table sipping at his coffee while Dean had gone to get some peanut M&Ms, he just hoped he remembered to get some local newspapers while he was at it. Sam leaned back in his chair and took in the atmosphere of the small town, it was quiet and peaceful. Not really somewhere you'd expect to find an angry spirit or bog monster of some kind.

Suddenly Dean walked out of the shop on the other side of the square with a few rolled up newspapers under his left arm while he carried some M&Ms in his actual hand trying to open the packet.

Sam rolled his eyes at how much he loved peanut M&Ms and he sipped at his coffee again but he heard a woman speaking loudly in Spanish, she sounded upset and her accent was good but she wasn't Mexican.

Dean heard it too and he looked in the direction the voice was coming from, his eyebrows went up and Sam knew what he was thinking. He sat down next to him just as a thin woman of average height and golden blonde hair came into sight, she was good looking but her face said she wasn't very happy. Her mascara and eyeliner were smudged and tell tale dark smears were on her cheek. She was talking to a middle aged dark skinned man who was adamant whatever they were talking about wasn't anything important. This didn't make the woman feel any better as she walked off in the direction of the hotel and she accidentally caught the Sam's eye. They didn't connect for very long because she put her head down and walked quicker.

"Christ…someone's lost their keys…" Dean said as he watched her enter the hotel, his eyes fixated on her tight fitting jeans.

"I think she's done more than loose her keys…" Sam said as he noticed the newspapers now on the table beside him, "I guess we're looking for suspicious and sudden deaths?"

"Yeah…and this will take a while so I bought us a Spanish to English dictionary…" Dean told him taking a small paper book out of his leather jacket.

"You bought a…never mind just hand me this mornings paper" Sam said and he was handed that morning's edition of 'Noticias de Weekily'.

Two hours later it was eleven o'clock and there had been no suspicious or sudden deaths in the area for the past few months, Sam was beginning to think that they had mis-read the co-ordinates.

"You sure you read it right?" he asked.

"Yes, I checked it four times!" Dean said, "You think this dictionary's wrong?"

Sam cast his brother a look that said 'are you serious?!'

"What? It could be" he said defensively.

"You ever thought its not killing people?" Sam asked him.

"Or maybe they haven't been found yet…" Dean said and after a few seconds they both flicked to the front of the papers and read through them.

After a few moments Dean saw the picture of a woman with friends and the word, "el faltar".

"Hey Sam…I think this could be something" he said and handed the paper over to his brother who read it.

After the translation they figured out that it said, "Anna Sanderson was at the hill side cabin she was renting with her boyfriend, Sid Harper, and their two friends, Evie Torrè and Daniel Hughes, when she disappeared mysteriously last night. Mr Harper claims that 'something dragged her to the water but we managed to get her away from it then…we ran away and when we came into the town she was gone, she was right behind us'. The local authorities are doing all they can to find the American."

Dean said calmly, "I think we've found what we're looking for…"