A/N: Okay, got excited, here's another chapter. The usual crapola that I don't own rights to Supernatural, I own the story but! Thanks Kripke g

Sam lay on the couch, snoring. His eyes fluttering as if in a dream. Dean walked through the door, bustling and noisy, putting the shopping on the table with a loud thud. All the salt had made the bags heavy. He rummaged through a plastic bag and dragged out the lasagnas, peeled back the protective seals and shoved them in the microwave set to high. He hummed a Metallica song loudly, walked across the small living area, plonked himself down on the tatty old couch next to the recliner and picked up the remote. He hit the button and sound blared through the room. "Holy smokes!"

TV…

A woman in a HORRIBLE neon pink blouse and a skirt SO short you can practically see

her underwear, appears on the screen. Her bright hooker red lipstick is smudged, her eyes

a smouldering black and her hair a tousled mess. She saunters up to the camera and we

realize she's got one of those cheesy, highly feminine voices you hear on erectile

dysfunction advertisements you see on LATE television, wait…

"Are you having problems touching wood? Is your mini man causing you strife? Is your wife currently booking an anonymous account at the local hit-man agency to take you out because she can't get any? Looking like you haven't been that high in decades? Then you need our new miracle formula Woody-Wood! Guaranteed wood within one minute of taking the pill! And then… you could do someone as sexy as I am…"

The woman grins seductively and drags a finger up her chin to her lips and then fades to a black screen with the words in fine print:

SupportedbytheorganizationforErectileineptitudeoftheUSofA, Sideeffectsincludevomiting,nausea,diarrhea,anxiety,schizofreniaandinsomnia.

Dean switched the television off fairly fast. "What channel do you think that was? Because I don't think ads as uhm… insightful as that are normally on at this time of day…" Dean reasoned.

"I think it was the porn channel on pay television."

"Oh, should've known." Dean smirked.

"F#k you Dean."

Dean laughed, "Feeling hungry Sammy boy?"

The microwave PINGED to signify that their lasagnas were cooked.

"Mmmm, yes…" Sam rubbed his stomach, his stomach growled back.

The boys got up out of their spots and headed over to the table. Dean went over to the microwave, pulled out the lasagnas and promptly dropped them onto the side bench with a gasp of pain. He sucked his fingers. Sam laughed. Dean shot Sam a glare before picking up a tea towel to handle the molten hot lasagnas and brought them over to the table. Dean pulled out his chair, sat on it and swiftly fell, the legs of the chair buckling under his weight. He landed hard on his arse. Sam laughed as he poked his lasagna around. Dean got up grumbling, went over to the recliner and dragged it to the table, sat down and sighed. He picked up his fork and stabbed at his food. Sam chuckled to himself and no-one in particular. He stabbed a bit of lasagna with his fork, raised it to his mouth, blew it cool and with a smirk at Dean, shoved it in his mouth, eating heartily. He wolfed down his serve of food in what appeared less than a minute. Dean sat there, shocked and appalled, he shrugged and hoed into his food instead.

The brothers woke up the next morning, bright eyed and bushy. Well Sam's mop top was bushy as usual. Dean stretched out, swung his legs over the side of the bed and sat there in just his boxers. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood to go and get dressed. Sam moaned, rolled over and fell out of bed with a loud thud. Dean laughed.

"Come on, you prima donna, we got some people to talk to." Dean said.

"Yeah yeah… my ass hurts…"

"No wonder." Came Dean's bemused reply.

After much of a fuss, Sam finally dragged himself to the beetle they had to drive. Dean was sitting in the front seat, impatiently drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, obviously not wanting to spend so much wasteful time in a car he loathed completely and utterly. Sam slowly put his seat belt on, the click it made set Dean's impatience snapping. "Goddammit! I HATE this damned car! F#king Herbie…"

Sam snickered and merely stared straight ahead, waiting for Dean to start the car. Dean jammed the key in the ignition, turned it forcefully and gunned the engine. The car lurched forward out of the parking lot and they were soon on their way. After a while Dean spoke up.

"So who are we investigating first?" He asked.

"A Reilly Matthews. She was one of the first out of the forest at the most recent hike, she'll be the first to question, though I don't know what good it will do."

"How come?"

"Don't you remember?"

"Remember what exactly?"

"That the people who've survived the forest hike have their memories wiped clean? It's like… they're shells of their former selves, they don't know anything, they're like zombies."

"Zombies… urgh… reminds me of the time that bitch zombie ran you down that one time." Dean snickered.

"Har f#king Har Dean, you're so goddamned funny. Anyway get moving – keep taking this road along and then turn left when you get the chance, she lives not far from here with her Mother."

"I love mothers."

"Pfft…"

"Okay, maybe not handbag wielding mothers."

"Too true."

Dean took the first left as Sam had told him to and they found themselves on the way down a winding road, the bitumen cracked and worn from many vehicles using the path. They drove through what looked like a mini village complete with all the little shops, a bakery, a newsagency, a 24/7 deli and even a cute little antique shop. Sam saw the mirrors put on pride in the window of the antique shop and shuddered uncontrollably, it reminded him of that Bloody Mary bitch way back when. Dean drove through and asked Sam where to next. Sam pointed out Bullwitch road off to the right and told him to take it. Dean raised an eyebrow but took the turn off anyway, following the track. Trees overshadowed the road on the way up the hill, the road turning into a dirt track littered with broken leaves, branches and the few odd logs that had fallen over during storms that had hit the place. Dean didn't care too much when they bumped the underbelly of the car over a particularly large log, he didn't even flinch. If he'd have been driving the impala, he would have been much more careful but noooo… He had to drive this piece of shit. They came over the crest of the hill and could finally see the house looming up ahead. The make of the brickwork made the house look dilapidated and old if it weren't for the modernized roofing. Dean pulled up just before the steps just to the house, killed the engine and got out of the drivers side, shutting his door with a snap. Sam did the same and rested a hand on the roof of the sickly yellow car and took in fully, the appearance of the house. The guttering at the corners looked rusted down, the bushes surrounding the porch were unkempt and wild, the stone steps looked recently swept, the large door looked to be oak with a fancily elaborate door knocker inset to the center. Overall, cleanliness and elegance balanced with unkemptness and dilapidation. It was an interesting mix.

Dean made his way up the steps, Sam not far behind him. Sam made sure his .42 was firmly in place at the back of his jeans just in case. From Sam's imarvellous/i view of Dean's arse, Dean was doing the same. They walked to the front door and fought over who should knock on the nasty looking door knocker. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful antique, up close the design was… unique to put it nicely. In the end, Dean beat Sam at paper scissors rock and Sam reluctantly drew the knocker back and knocked on the door. They waited. Footsteps were heard on the other side of the door and soon several clicks and chinks were heard as many locks seemed to be unlocked. The door opened a crack, a chain inhibiting the arc of the door. A bright blue eye and slightly chapped lips were seen through the crack of the door.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"I'm Jerry and this is Tom, we'd like to talk to you about Reilly?" Dean informed her.

"I'm sorry, you've got the wrong place." They went to close the door, Sam put his hand up to stop her.

"Look, we're friends of Reilly's, would you mind sparing a little bit of your time? We miss her." Sam reasoned.

The blue eye stared at them long and hard. They heard a sigh as they closed the door and slid the chain back. They opened the door again to reveal a woman who looked to be in her mid to late thirties with shoulder length mousey blonde hair dressed casually in sweats, a form fitting t-shirt and barefoot. She stepped back to allow the brothers through the door. The inside of the house looked amazingly cozy, warm colours being the décor and a fireplace off in the corner blazing in the middle of the day. It was lovely really.

"Take a seat." She offered gesturing towards the knit covered armchairs by the fire. Dean and Sam awkwardly sat, though immediately relaxed when they found the chairs were warm and comfortable. "So what exactly did you want to talk to me about Reilly for?"

"Well… I'd like to know just who you are first." Sam suggested.

"I'm Maria, Maria Matthews, I'm Reilly's mother."

"Are you kidding me? You don't look that old!" Dean blurted out without thinking it through, Maria blushed.

"I'm 48 boys…"

"Damn…." Dean carefully muttered to himself.

"As you should know, Reilly's 23, poor girl."

"What exactly happened to her? We heard rumours running around, we weren't here when it happened."

"Well… It started out as a fine day really, her and a group of her friends decided to go on a hike through the forest, you know, to take in what surrounded them, we're a fairly close knit community on this part of the island so we know practically what everyone gets up to. Anyway… they started out on the hike, I drove her and a couple of her friends to a particular spot and waved them all off. I was to pick them up come five in the afternoon, they only wanted to go for a trek during the day, which I thought was sensible enough. I turned up at five as planned and saw no-one waiting. There wasn't any of their group in sight. I waited and waited and it reached near six thirty before anyone started coming out. There was something odd about them. Reilly came out first, a blank look on her face and when she looked up at me, I smiled at her, she looked completely confused," Maria's voice faltered a little, "I got out of the car… to see if everything was okay, only her and another of her friends, Andrew I think, came out of the forest that day, I asked her where the others were and she looked at me as if I was a complete stranger. What hit the money I guess was that she asked me who I was. She asked me incredulously who she was, said she couldn't remember a thing. Andrew was the same. What's more is that…"

"Hello?" Came a call from a door to the living area. Dean, Sam and Maria looked up to find Reilly standing in the doorway.

"Reilly, come meet our guests, this is… sorry what were your names again?"

"Tom and Jerry." Dean answered.

"Uhh… Hi." Reilly greeted them, Sam took an opportunity to simply come out with a blunt question.

"Do you remember us? Anything in general?"

"Uhm… no… what am I doing down here?" She asked, looking at her mother.

"You were just going back up stairs dear." Maria answered.

"Oh." Reilly turned and made her way back out of the room.

"It's… it's distressing. My little girl's gone…" Maria broke down and sobbed into her hands, not caring she was crying in full view of "Tom" and "Jerry", "I'm sorry… I'm not much help am I? I need sleep… you don't mind do you?"

"No not at all, thanks for your time, I honestly hope things get better for you and Reilly, she's a great person." Sam attempted consoling her, standing up and readying himself to leave. Dean stood as well and the boys let themselves out. They walked briskly down the steps and to the car, standing at their respective doors.

"Well sounds like Andrew won't be able to help us either, what now?" Sam asked.

"We go to the rangers, get more scope on the history of the forest, it's our next best option." Dean answered, getting into the car as Sam followed suit. He gunned the engine and made for the border of the forest.

A/N: Okay, I was excited, enjoy and PLEASE let me know what you think of it!