Chapter 2

Dean was just stepping from the bathroom, rubbing a towl over his head when Sam returned.

"You were gone long enough weren't you?"

Sam sat the drinks on the table and held the paper out toward Dean.

"I think I found our next gig."

"And you call me sporatic? What is it?" Dean took the paper for a closer look.

"Says..." Sam continued, "Several students have been murdered at this school. Body count is now at ten in just two months...well, if you count the two from this week."

Dean quirked an eyebrow, "Any susbects?"

"No. And I asked the guy in the lobby, and get this, he says the school is haunted...something about a urban legend...Jason Haines. He didn't know much. Said his neice is a student there and he's heard her and her friends talking a little about it."

"Well, the paper doesn't mention that."

"That's because everyone's looking for a human suspect." Sam replied.

"Well, it's late. We'll check it out in the morning. Let's eat, and you really need to get some rest...that is unless you want to stay up and watch your favorite channel on the TV. " Dean gave Sam a wink.

"Shut up." Sam said flipping the top open on the pizza box.

Neither said much while they ate, and when he was finished, Sam lay back on the bed he had chosen. God, it felt good just to lay down and finally close his eyes.

"Hey, would you wake me in a couple hours?"

"Sure." Dean sat back in the chair and picked up the paper again. He sighed, "Hey, Sam, you still awake?"

"Mm-hm." came the reply.

"Something else I'm sorry for."

"What's that."

"I'm sorry I hit you...for all the times I've hit you. I kinda made you a personal punching bag for my frustration, and you didn't deserve to be treated like that. So, I'm sorry, Sammy."

No response. Dean turned to his brother, and the steady breathing he could hear let him know Sam had drifted off to sleep.

"Great." He thought to himself."Here I am getting all chick flicky and he doesn't here a damn word of it."

Dean got up and put his shoes on. Pulling his jacket on and grabbing the keys to the car and the motel, he headed out the door. No way could he just sit around. He'd let Sam sleep while he found a place to check out the locals...

TBC

Yeah they are short...sorry...it's called being extremely busy.