Disclaimer: Sadly yes I don't own them

Summary: two dead bodies, a small community, not everything is as it seems. Will Sam and Dean piece it together before time runs out?

LOST AND FOUND

by Taitin the Sylph

Chapter 1

Dean rolled his eyes as Sam sat down at the table, he slide a large coffee cup in front of him, "Again Sam why are we up at six in the morning? I kind of zoned out a little when you started talking."

He shook his head as he pulled a paper from his pocket, "because I like to see you suffer." He waited for a reaction but nothing came. "Ellen called, and she has a job for us." Dean let out a loud groan. "Come on Dean it's been a month now and no activity from anything, and you are not any of a little bit interested?"

"Well let me see, I have less then a year to live and you treat me as a child, hell I cant even take a piss without you standing behind me, and Bobby and Ellen well I wont even go there," he yawned, as he pulled the paper to him, "and I don't really care if some guy and his twenty year old lover go thrashed down some highway." He paused as he pulled the paper closer.

"Come on Dean, you need to get back in the drivers seat," he tapped the paper, "dude this has vengeful spirit written all over it, I did some research last night and the driver, Geoff was coming from a mill that was build in the eighteen hundreds it was shut down early nineteen hundred, someone set it on fire and the entire night staff was burned to death."

He looked at the picture of a black Ford F350, its windshield smashed out and two figures covered with yellow tarps, one the hood and the other beside the truck. The pictures of the man and the woman beside the picture of the truck their eyes stared back at him as he laid his hand over them. "Alright, how long till we get there?" He looked up.

Sam couldn't control the joy on his face, "tonight if we leave ten minutes ago." He stood up grabbing the paper as Dean slowly got up. The black Impala sat outside the coffee shop waiting for them. Dean shivered slightly as the morning due still sprinkled the ground. He let out a shy, it came out louder then he wanted.

"What now?" Sam shook his head as he put his laptop in the back seat and slumped down.

"Do you think Jo is having any luck?" he glanced at him as he started the car, it roared to life as it tore out of the parking lot.

Sam shook his head he knew this was a touchy subject for Dean ever since that night with the yellow eyed demon his brother had been a little more then emotional, he had been down right turned around. Sam was finding himself missing the sarcastic Dean, he looked at his older brother as they drove down the interstate and he couldn't believe how older he looked and how sad his eyes got.

The Impala was silent the whole trip no hard rock would grace them today. Half way to Oliver Dean pulled over his eyes glossed over and his head swam with thoughts. Sam was already a sleep his face was turned to him and his mouth lay slightly open. Dean shook his head as he slowly closed his eyes, it had been so hard for him to get any rest his dreams were nothing but a blur of the demon. Her devilish smile as she lips locked around his; to this day he could still feel her lips on his. It made is stomach churn as he opened the door taking a deep breath. He looked back at Sam who wasn't stirred by Dean's movement. He had to get out and stretch his legs and shake this though from his mind.

He kicked a small rock at his feet on to the road, as a semi raced by him, its horn blared causing him to jump back, as he looked down the road. Nothing for miles but trees he shook his head as he shoved his hands into his pocket.

"Dean!" Sam's voice made him jump

"What?" he turned.

Sam stepped out of the car wiping the sleep from his eyes as he stretched, yawning wildly, "Where are we?" he looked around scratching his head, smacking his lips together.

Dean stretched hoping that Sam wouldn't ask him too many questions, "Well I figure we have a least five more hours of driving and I'm bushed."

"I'll wake you when we get there," Sam pushed him.

Dean sat down just as Sam dropped the car into drive and pulled out. Dean was surprised his brother didn't try to get him to share is feelings. He hated that touchy feely crap. He leaned back and closed his eyes, he wasn't really going to sleep but by pretending it would keep him from talking with Sam. After a while he zoning out, turning so Sam couldn't see his face as he looked out the window, watching the trees as they melted into a blur. He wasn't sure when he fell asleep, but it was welcomed. His dreams were of nothing just blackness, but it was what he wanted and needed.

Oliver was nothing like Sam thought, it was a dieing community, if he blinked it would be gone. The main highway went straight threw disappearing into the mountains. He slowed down as he came to a convenience store, and pulled in. A rusted out Ford idled as Sam began to open the door. A young boy pressed his face against the window pulling it down with a high pitch squeak, he sticking his tongue out at Sam as he walked into the store.

An older lady sat behind the till staring at the TV on the wall as she flipped threw channels. She didn't look up to see who was walking in she just kept switching. Sam shrugged as he walked to the back of the store and grabbed a couple pops and bag of chips.

"Martha!" a voice of a man made him glance up. "Emily's needing bottles for the baby lambs, got anything I could use?" A man walked down the isle as he looked at Sam, his face was covered in a full bushy beard, he was well built and tall with a beer belly sticking over his pants, brown beady eyes stared back at Sam. The man watched him closely till Sam had everything he needed and went up to the till.

Sam shook his head as reached the till, "good evening" he smiled as he put everything down, grabbing a strip of beef jerky. The lady glanced up as she rolled her eyes standing up. "Um yeah, me and my brother are passing threw and were wondering if there is anywhere to stay?"

She punched something into the till, ignoring the question all together. He looked around as he nodded. "Excuse me?" Sam leaned forward.

"She stone deaf," a man barked Sam jumped back, the same man that was staring him down walked up carrying a pack of baby bottles. "Martha was born like that." He put his things down. "Isn't that right you old pain in my ass?"

"But you, I didn't know." Sam stuck out his hand, "Hi, I'm Sam Letts."

"Bruce McGavin," his hand was firm and steady, "And what are you doing in Oliver?"

"Road trip, do you know if there is any hotel or a place we can stay?" Martha looked at Sam watching his mouth move.

"Son if I were you I'd just keep passing threw." Martha pulled on Bruce's arm as he groaned and began to sign, she smiled as she looked at Sam. "Merna is a three hour drive from here, and they have a nice little hotel, very cozy."

"Well I kind of wanted to rest here, I've been driving all day and my brother thought it would be nice to stay here." Sam looked as Bruce who looked less and less impressed with every word.

Martha let out a squeak, as Bruce looked up at her, she began to sign quickly. Bruce nodded his head as he looked at Sam. "Martha, your crazy." He mumbled.

Sam looked between the two of them trying to figure out what was going on. Bruce finally slammed his hand against the counter, Sam took a step back as he though maybe forcing a stay wasn't the best idea he ever had. Bruce noticed the fear in Sam's eyes as they darted to the door and back to him. His head snapped back as he broke out in a roar of laughter, Sam chuckled nervously subconsciously estimating the distance between himself and the door.

Bruce reached up and slammed his massive hand down on Sam's shoulder. "Son I think you're more scared of me then I am of you. Come now, we don't have a hotel but there is a bed and breakfast just down the road. Martha put all of this on my bill. Come on lets go." He continued to laugh as he walked out of the store.

Sam let out the breath he was holding as Martha waved to him, a large smile on her small face. Dean was still sleeping as he walked out to the car, Bruce already in his truck watching Sam closely, the window rolled down, "its two miles north, and three and a half miles east, just stay close to me."

"Alright" Sam sat down, the Impala roared to life. He told himself that if anything happened he was going to get the hell out of Dodge. Dean grunted as he repositioned himself. "Dean," Sam was a little more tart then he wanted to be. "Dean!" he barked

Dean opened his eyes as he looked around, "where the hell are we?'

"Oliver," Sam looked at him, his eyes were sunken in.

The Ford roared as it pulled out of the parking lot and up the highway, Sam pulled out following him. He did his best to fill Dean in as they followed the Ford. Dean shook his head as he broke down with laughter; he could just imagine how terrified Sam was of the man.

"Dude, get some balls." Dean chuckled.

"You know what, you're a jerk!" Sam snorted.

"Bitch!"