It was nearly dawn when the brothers finally arrived in Hazard. The early morning air was chilly and the only testaments to life within the town were a few early morning joggers. Just an average morning in an average town.

Pulling into a hotel parking lot, Dean turned off the Impala and took a deep breath. "Quaint."

Sam stifled a yawn as he climbed out of the car. "These are the kinds of towns demons seem to love. Off the beaten path. Things start going screwy and the rest of the world has no idea."

By the time the brothers had gotten checked in and unpacked, it was almost eight. Sam glanced at his watch as he placed his laptop on the bed. "Well, most of the restaurants in town are probably open by now. Want to get some breakfast?"

Dean responded by grabbing the keys of the night stand and leaving the hotel room. Sam laughed slightly and followed.

The town was even smaller than Sam originally believed. It was one of those Mayberry-type towns where everyone knows everyone on first name basis and are probably related, however distantly. "So, um, how do you know this is where the girl died?"

"I don't actually."

Dean almost slammed on his breaks in the middle of the road. "Hold up. Say again?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Sam leaned his head against the door. "I didn't want to tell you because I didn't think you'd get it."

"Get what? That we could very well be hundreds of miles from where we should be? You're right. I don't get that." He slammed his hand against the steering wheel in frustration.

Sam held up his hands. "Dean, you need to relax. Look, I just-" He paused, as if making sure to choose his words very carefully. "When I woke up, I just – I knew I needed to come here. Whether she died here or not, the answers are here. Trust me."

"Death visions and a woman's intuition. Well aren't you the dark version of Carol Brady." The tension dissipated as Dean slowly relaxed into this seat. "I didn't mean to blow up like that. I guess I'm just a little on edge."

"And you don't think I am?" Sam suddenly jumped to a defensive tone.

"Just hear me out. I'm just wondering if this isn't some wild goose chase. A trick." He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel as he slowed to a stop at a stoplight. "We really can't afford to take any chances anymore. Not with this Lilith chick running around ordering hits on you." The light turned green and he began driving again.

Again, an awkward silence reigned in the car. "I've considered it."

Dean had been expecting some kind of justification. Some indignation. Sam just seemed far too…mellow. It was unnatural. "Listen, Sammy-"

"Dean!" Sam shouted, pointing frantically at a small figure darting across the street and stopped right in front of the Impala.

Desperately trying to stop in time, Dean slammed his foot on the brake. The car spun slightly but the tell-tale thump made it clear that he had failed to stop it in time. "Shit." His eyes were wide with shock and fear as he flung the car door open.

Both brothers ran to the body that lay crumpled in the center of the road. It was a teenage girl, her red hair already matted with blood from where she had fallen and hit her head.

"She just stopped. Right in front of us. Like she wanted me to hit her!" Dean ran his fingers through his hair and let out a sigh. "What the hell?"

"Well," Sam offered, "I think we're in the right place."


I know this is a fairly short chapter. I'm trying to get the plot moving a bit faster so I just gave it a short little jolt. The next one will be longer. Promise! Thanks for the reviews! I hope for more!