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Sequel to Nightmares and Breakdowns.

"Dude, you're kidding me right?"

Sam looked up at his brother, who seemed to have finally snapped out of his daze and was looking at him with a skeptical expression plastered over his face. Sam sighed.

"Look, its right here in Dad's journal, Dean."

Dean snorted. "Yeah, but come on, man! I mean... Sirens?"

Sam lowered the journal, shot Dean a withering look. Dean rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine, just read the damned thing out."

Sam looked down at the journal again and began to read, his voice toneless.

"Sirens are mentioned in mythology down through Greek history. They are often portrayed as beautiful women whose nature changes abruptly when angered."

"Oh, joy," Dean muttered.

Sam shot him a glare without pausing. "Sirens are often associated with the negative aspects of water spirits, or wood spirits. Sometimes they are depicted as bird women and at other times as sea nymphs. Traditionally they are women who sang and played music so sweet and enticingly that it lured mariners to destruction on the rocks surrounding their island. Alternatively, the songs would lull them to sleep when they could then be killed easily. "

Sam sneaked a glance at Dean, who hadn't made any sort of remark. His brother's eyes had narrowed. Feeling a small rush of triumph, Sam continued.

"Sirens hold the knowledge of enchantment and allurement, and although they were often depicted as ugly in appearance, the song that came forth from them made them beautiful, and impossible to resist." He put down the book and folded his arms. "Sound familiar?"

Dean scowled. "You're not serious."

Sam tossed the journal to Dean. "Fine, you read it. If you don't believe me, believe Dad."

He strode across the room to the window and looked out as Dean read. This wasn't hunting, he told himself firmly. And he would have no part in anything else that happened. He just wanted to get away from everything... maybe go back to school somehow... meet up with his old friends...

"Okay, fine," Dean snapped from behind him. "So maybe these Sirens could be real. How the hell do we kill them?"

"You're just gonna have to find out," Sam replied, turning to look at him. "I told you, Dean. I'm through with hunting."

Dean looked at Sam, one hand massaging his temples as if he had a bad headache. Sam bit back concerned questions, wondering if Dean was putting it on for pity.

"Well, yeah, but come on Sam. Just help me out with this one last thing and-"

"Dean! You're not hearing me." Sam moved across to stand in front of Dean, glaring into his brother's eyes. "I'm through. I'm sorry, but for now on you're on your own. I can't take any more of this."

For a few moments Dean held his gaze. Then he looked away, his shoulders heaving in a silent sigh. "Allright," he said softly. "Okay. Well then, I guess I'm going to the library." He checked his watch, and then added, "Tomorrow."

Sam nodded and turned away, moving to retrieve his mobile. He scrolled down to the list of his old colleage friends and then began to text them. If he was going to go back to colleage, maybe they could help him out. He glanced breifly at Dean, who was pinching the bridge of his nose and wincing. I'll make sure he's okay, he told himself. Then I'm going.

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God, his head hurt. If this was how Sam felt every time he had a vision, Dean had a new respect for him. He winced as his head seared again and leant his elbow on his knee, keeping his fingers pressed against the bridge of his nose as if somehow that would make him feel better.

God, what the hell did I do to deserve this?

He knew that he was in trouble. If Sam was right and Alica really was a Siren, that meant that she was targeting him. There was no other explanation for the two and a half hours at the cafe he had missed, or the sweet singing that had filled his mind. So now he had to work out how to kill her, before she killed him...

No. NO.

He couldn't kill her. How could he? How could he kill something so beautiful, something so amazing... oh god. He was so screwed.

He looked up at Sam. He knew he should say something, but now he had no idea how Sam would react. His brother wanted to leave him, run back to colleage. Maybe the red eyed demons had broken him beyond repair. But... I can't do this alone. Dean looked away from his brother. He would just have to learn to deal with the Siren alone. He had killed thousands of Supernatural beings in his life; he could handle this one.

Dean groaned.

He was really bad at lying to himself.

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"Hey, Sam! Can't tell you how great it was to hear from you. We're all so glad you've decided to come back to colleage, it really is the right thing to do. We're all up for meeting you at the station, since you said your brother probably wouldn't want to drive you. I know there's a plane heading from where you are at about sevenish. How 'bout it? Call me back. Rebecca."

Sam lowered his mobile and swallowed hard. Then he played the message again.

"Hey, Sam! Can't-"

Sam snapped his mobile shut and tossed it onto his duvet. This evening. That was just so soon... but he had wanted to leave, hadn't he? He looked down at his duffel bag. He could have it packed within moments: he and Dean were always ready to go. He glanced at his watch. Dean had left for the library about an hour ago. Since his encounter with Alica the night before, he had been strangely quiet and distant. Sam didn't doubt him in his ability to destroy the Siren alone, but he was still starting to feel worried. Girls never had this kind of effect on Dean, supernatural or not.

He stood up and reached for his jacket. If he was going to leave tomorrow, he would need to buy a ticket. Dean would probably have finished his hunt by tomorrow anyway: if he already knew who the Siren was, there was nothing to stand in his way.

Sam glanced around as he stepped out of the motel room. He would phone Dean after he had bought his ticket, just to make sure he was okay. Then he would start packing.

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Dean narrowed his eyes as he looked down at the old, leatherbound book in front of him. Sam must be right: there were stories of Sirens from this town practically dating right back to the dark ages. In fact, the beach had once been fiercly avoided by fishermen because of the tales of the Sirens. And all of the victims had been doing something at the beach when they had vanished, apart from one.

So, once people stopped fishing around there people forgot about them, Dean thought. But why did they come back? And on land too...

Something was niggling at the corner of his mind, something he had seen not long ago. He looked up as the librarian - a young woman who had been hanging around him for no apparent reason - walked slowly past him for the millionth time.

"Excuse me? Jane, is it?"

She whirled around and rushed over to him, grinning. "Yeah, honey? Any way I can help?"

"You guys have all the newspapers here, don't you?"

She guided him over to the computers that were neatly set up along one wall. Her long, well-manicured fingernails tapped something into the search bar and a website came up. She gestured to it grandly, smiling at him.

"Just type in the date that you want, and it'll come up. You want me to show you?"

He shook his head. "Nah, I can do it. Thanks, Jane."

She looked a little put out, but left him to it. He knew that he had missed his chance, but he didn't care anymore. Since he had seen Alica, he hadn't noticed any girls at all. It was as if she were the only thig left in his mind, dominating everything...

He typed in the name of the beach and hit Search. The first thing that came up grabbed his attention, and he clicked on it. He scanned the article. A man had drowned after taking his dingy out into the sea at the beach. And it had happened just a week before the first victim had vanished.

So, the Sirens got woken up by this guy and then decided to have some more fun. And since there was no one coming out anymore, they decided to come inland... great... and, they're coming closer too, right up to the park where she snagged Ian.

He was sure by now. Ryan had worked at the beach, the first and easiest victim for a Siren coming on land for the first time to enchant. Then there had been Peter, meeting his girlfriend, and Ian, and then Melissa at a party... but she was a girl. She didn't fit the pattern.

Unless...

A memory floated into his mind, a memory of a cold, hard face and glittering green eyes and bronzed hair. A second Siren.

A male Siren.

The man who had gone into the police station to talk to Lucy, the pretty secretary who had given him her number. And so she was in trouble... and she was where he could start. Dean returned to the old book he had been studying, pulling out his mobile as he went. He was aware that Jane was watching him go, but for once he couldn't care.

Alica was still hovering over him like a beautiful storm cloud.

He still had Lucy's number scrawled on the post-it she had given him. He dialed it quickly and listened to the endless ringing as he stared down at the book before him. He still had to find a way to defeat Sirens before he went after them...

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Lucy!" Dean glanced at Jane, who was frowning, and quickly lowered his voice. "Its me, Dean. The officer?"

"Oh, yeah." Her voice was confused, distracted. "What is it? Was there some kind of problem with the records?"

"No, no," Dean replied. "Actually I was wondering if you were seeing anyone at the moment."

The words were dead on his tongue. It was embarresing, how bad he had become at asking people out. God, this Siren's affects better wear off soon.

"Um, yeah," Lucy was saying. "Actually, I am. So..."

"That guy? The one with the brown hair?"

"His hair is more than just brown."

"Sure." Dean bit his lip. "So, uh, when are you seeing him?"

He was worried that Lucy would be freaked out, but she replied eagerly, pride clear in her voice.

"We're meeting in the park this evening. He was talking about walking through the woods, he's sooo romantic..."

"Yeah, okay," Dean muttered, feeling slightly stung. "Well, maybe I'll catch you another time."

"Yeah, sure." She was barely even listening.

Dean hung up, biting his lip. So, if they were meeting up this evening he was going to be pressed for time. He would have to find out how to kill these monsters fast.

I can't kill her...

He pushed the thought away. Maybe if he didn't think about it, it wouldn't be true when the time came. He bent over the book again, flipping through the pages. Just tell me how to kill the damned things...

But, no matter how long he searched, he could find nothing that explained how to kill a Siren. All he could find were legends of how people used to plug their ears with beeswax so that they wouldn't hear the Siren's song. Dean let out a groan of fustration and closed the book. Well, Siren's couldn't sing if they were in pieces, right? So he would have to just go for decapitation... joy...

He started as his mobile rang and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

Sam. Dean rose to his feet and headed for the door. "What's up, Sam? You changed your mind?"

"Actually, Dean, I was just calling to tell you that there's a plane heading towards my colleage tonight. And I was going to get on it."

Dean froze halfway out of the door, his eyes widening. "What... tonight?"

"Yeah."

Dean swallowed hard. "Oh," was all he could manage.

He could hear Sam's steady breathing on the other end of the line. He wet his lips, trying to think of something to say. For the first time in his life, he couldn't think of anything.

"How's the hunt going?" Sam asked after a few moments.

"Good," Dean replied. "I'm, ah, I was gonna go for it tonight actually. I think I know what I'm after."

"Oh, great."

Sam sounded relieved. Dean wondered for a moment if Sam knew what was going on in his head. Either way, it looked like was going in after the Sirens alone.

Abruptly, a small, pale hand came down on his arm and he turned, frowning.

"Hey, Dean," Alica murmured.

Dean gazed at her. "Sam... I'll call you back," he mumbled, lowering the mobile.

"Where did you go, Dean?" Alica asked softly, leaning towards him. A shudder ran through Dean's body, but he couldn't pull away. "I've missed you."

"I... I..."

"I heard you just then. You're going out tonight?"

"Uh..."

"Cancel your plans. I want you to meet up with me."

"Y-You?"

"At the beach. Tonight."

She moved closer, slipping her fingers through his. He wasn't even breathing anymore, he was drowning in her eyes... maybe this was how the saliors had died all those years ago, drowning in a Siren's eyes, melting into nothing.

"So? You're coming?"

Dean couldn't speak. He couldn't think. All he could see was her.

"Yes," he whispered.

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