Authors note: Thanks to all the lovely reviews I've decided to make this a multi-chap fic. Hope you'll enjoy it. Not betaed so sorry for the mistakes if any. Tried my best.

Chapter 2

Dean woke up with a jolt of pain as he rolled on his hurt arm. He blinked and looked around. The sun was strong as it slanted into the room. He must have slept late. Stretching out his good arm he reached for his watch on the bedside table and squinted at the dial. Shit! It was already twelve. Why the hell hadn't Sam woken him up?

Pushing the sheet aside, he sat up and looked around. Sam was no were to be seen. With a grunt Dean got up and went into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later when he walked out, dripping wet from his shower, Sam was still missing. Worried he picked up his cell and dialed Sam's number, just as it started to ring Sam walked in the door.

"Where the hell have you been?"

"Hey, Dean. How's the arm?" Sam casually walked in and dropped a take out bag on the table.

"What's up with you I've was worried sick man, you didn't even leave a bloody note."

"Wow, wow. Sorry, I didn't know you were so upset."

"Ah forget it." So saying Dean turned and picked up his duffle bag and dumped it on his bed and began rummaging through it for clean clothes.

Sam quickly approached him and placed a hand on Dean's bear forearm, "Hey, I said I'm sorry. Look I was just going to go out and get us some breakfast and didn't think I would be gone so long. But dude I found us another job right here. Want'a hear?"

"Spill." Dean pulled out a shirt and jeans to change into.

Sam sat on the bed next to his bag and began, "Well, I was at the dinner ordering some breakfast when I overheard this biker talking to a waitress about how his stalwart buddy had turned chicken last night and had stumbled into the motel they were crashing at blubbering about ghosts. I joined in on the conversation and get this, the guy's buddy said that he saw the…". Sam stopped abruptly.

"The what dude?" Dean had dropped the towel around his waist and was hoping around on one foot tugging his jeans on. He looked up to see a flash of emotion in Sam's eyes, but before he could catch what it was, it was replaced with amusement.

With a laugh Sam said, "Why in the world don't you sit down and put your pants on like any sensible person would do."

"Hey, I'm unique in everyway."

Sam snorted, "Yea right. Stupid is more like it."

"You're just jealous of my awesomeness. Now carry on with your bedtime story, princess."

"Jerk. Anyway as I was saying, this guy saw the famous 'doomed couple of the crossroads'" Dean snickered. "My sentiments exactly, apparently it's a famous local legend. The beginning of the story is on the lines of Romeo and Juliet - star crossed lovers, feuding family and all. But the ending unfortunately is a lot more gruesome. When the two of them decided to runaway together, their families caught up with them and instead of taking them home decided to make an example of them. The boy was stung up on a tree at the crossroads with his horse under him but they did not hang him immediately. They made him watch as they drowned the girl in a near by lake and then hung him."

"Cold man." Dean said.

"Yea, and apparently every decade or so, for a week from the anniversary of their death, people disappear at that very spot. It's not just couples, one year it was a bus load of travelers, the next decade it was just an old man walking that way and it's just our luck that the decade anniversary is tonight. I asked the biker if he could show me the spot his friend had spotted the ghosts. And man when I got there I could feel the cold right down to my bones, even though it was morning."

"Well this is definitely our thing. Good job man. Let's go check out the local library to see if we can get more info and scope some local gossip." Dean turned to pick up the Impala keys, and stopped. "Hey if the car was here how the hell did you visit the spot?"

Turning around he saw Sam hide behind his fringe, "You rode on that guy's bike didn't you." The defensive hunch of Sam's shoulders was confirmation enough. Dean did not know why but his blood started to boil. "Are you crazy? You can't just take off on some random guy's bike for god sakes! What's wrong with you? Did your brains go for a vacation?"

Sam snapped back, "Hey stop treating me like a kid. I know what I'm doing."

"Then don't act like a kid. Maybe before you go out everyday, I should say, 'Don't talk to strangers Sammy'" Dean said in a sing-a-song voice, "and yea don't go riding with bloody asshole bikers, who are a cutthroat bunch. Jeez can you be more stupid." Dean scuffed Sam's head.

"You're so irritating."

"Why didn't you just come and get me? We could have checked it out together."

"I wanted you to have some rest after that beating you took last night. So much for me being considerate."

"Well next time you can stuff consideration up your ass. Got it."

"Don't go ordering me around you jerk." So saying Sam stormed out of the room.

Dean could almost feel steam coming out of his own ears. His brother was sometimes so stupid. Climbing onto some random guy's bike, his hands on his waist, his thighs rapped around that guy's legs, probably all but plastered from chest to waist to that bastard. Why if he got his hands on that biker he was going to…Dean stopped short.

Holy shit! He was acting like a jealous boyfriend. God Sam must think he had lost his mind. God, he hoped that was all Sam thought.

Quickly grabbing his jacket he pulled it on only to see the tear in one arm. Cursing a blue streak he chucked it on his bed and stormed out to the car. Sam was leaning against the hood, his hair all but gleaming like a halo around his face. Dean averted his gaze and opened the driver's door.

"I should drive. Your arm is probably still sore." Sam said in a curt voice.

"My arm's fine. Now get in, we've already wasted enough time." Dean slid in and slammed the door, mentally apologizing to his baby. The minute Sam closed his door he took off. The pain in his arm as he backed out telling him that Sam had been right. But hell would freeze over before he admitted it.

It looked like this was going to be another bad day.

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