4:RESEARCH-and other things.

When Sam opened his eyes, he noticed something was wrong. The voices were fading away, which meant that they were no longer close. Either, they had gone too far while he was passed out, or Dean had turned around. It was the latter, and Sam knew it.

"Dean," Sam warned, and Dean put a hand up to silence him.

"Sam, don't say a god damn word. You were screaming back there, you were begging me to kill you, and I don't want to see you in that kind of pain ever again, so zip it college boy,"

Sam was about to protest, but Dean stopped him again.

"I'm gonna book us into a motel, and we're gonna research this thing. Once we find out what we're up against, then I'll consider coming back up here, but until then, shotgun shuts his cakehole. Kapeesh?"

Sam nodded hesitantly and sighed. Sure he was grateful that the pain had subsided to a dull throb, and that the pleading voices, now sounded like a badly tuned radio, but he wanted to get it over with, banish whatever supernatural force they were up against, and then get the fuck outta there. That's what the Winchester brother's did best. Sam was anxious, as he knew Dean was also, they had to find their father again, and the bastard that killed his mom and Jess.

Suddenly the silence irritated him. He picked up the cassette box and sifted through it, looking for a decent tape. Finding one, he slipped it into the tape deck and turned the volume up full ball.

Dean looked at him and smiled. It was nice to know that he had taught his brother how to appreciate decent music.

"Dude, don't look at me like that, you haven't converted me into a head banging Metallica freak, It was just quiet,"

Dean smirked. He knew that his brother had secretly grown fond of his music. On many occasions, Dean caught Sam singing and drumming on the steering wheel to the music, when he thought that Dean had been sleeping.

"Whatever dude, I aint finished with you yet, by the time we're finished here, you'll be pierced and tattooed, bro, just wait,"

Sam shook his head. "Dean, I doubt it," he replied, turning the music down so he could argue with his brother.

"Yeah little brother, wanna put bets on that?"

Sam sighed. He knew he wasn't going to win this one, so he clamped his mouth shut as they continued down the mountain.

Soon, the darkness of the mountains was behind them as the lights from the village in the valley twinkled below them.

Sam closed his eyes. He wanted so badly to just fall asleep and slumber forever, but he knew he'd never get that chance, while his brother was alive.

It seemed to the younger man, like only five minutes before Dean was shaking him into consciousness.

"C'mon bro, we're there, get your fat ass up nerd," Sam opened his eyes and glared at his brother. Sam got out of the car, and stretched, cracking his neck and fingers, before going to the trunk to collect his duffle bag. Dean went to the lobby, and used his cocky charms to weasel a room for the night, but the woman at the counter wouldn't have it.

"I'm sorry sir, I can't let you have a room, come back in the morning and I can let you in."

Sam knew that his brother wouldn't be able to sway the woman, so he put matters into his own hands. He walked into the lobby, and let his knee's give way underneath him.

He looked up at Dean and winked. The older man caught on.

"Shit Sammy, not now bro," He asked in the most convincing worried big brother tone that he could muster. The woman looked over the counter at the boy, writhing on the floor.

"Is your boyfriend okay?" She asked. Dean glared at her.

"My brother has epilepsy," he lied easily. "I can calm him down, but please ma'am, I need a room,"

The woman nodded, took a key from a hook and tossed it too Dean, who caught it easily.

He 'helped' Sam up and walked him to the room. Once inside, Dean began to laugh softly.

"Well, well little brother, I didn't know I had it in ya to be so deceiving," He chuckled.

"I learnt from the best," Dean beamed; proud that he had finally taught his little brother he art of dishonesty. Sam laughed at the idiotic smile that was plastered over Dean's features, and went to pull his laptop out. Dean shook his head.

"Not tonight Sammy boy," he said, taking the laptop from the twenty two year old. "You need to sleep," Sam silently agreed, and curled up underneath the covers, suddenly feeling like a baby again. Dean watched from the bed next him, to make sure his brother stayed safe. He wasn't going to sleep until he knew that his brother wouldn't do anything stupid. Soon the soft snores from his baby brother filled his room, and he curled up himself and drifted off to sleep.

When Sam opened his eyes again, daylight was streaming in through the flimsy curtains of the motel they were staying at. He propped himself up in the bad, glad that no nightmares had haunted him during the night. He looked over at his brother, and smiled. He looked so peaceful with his mouth hung open, and his eyes closed. He almost looked…normal.

Sam chuckled softly at the thought. The brothers were far from normal, he knew it, and Dean knew it. Sam swung himself out of bed and padded to the bathroom, a change of clothes clutched in his hands. He turned the shower on and stood underneath the jet, grateful for the hot water that was running over his body, relaxing his tense muscles, and calming his mind.

He switched the shower off after a good ten minutes, because he knew his brother would want a hot shower when he woke up too. Sam stepped out, towel dried his hair and got dressed, before walking quietly back into the main room. He expected Dean to still be asleep, considering it was only eight, but he was up, tapping away at the keys on the laptop. He looked up as Sam closed the door, and scrubbed a hand over his face.

"You found anything yet Dean?" he asked, sitting next to his brother.

"Yup, missing people on the mountain, some strange deaths. The cops have found charred bodies in an old condemned church; they say has 'lost its holiness.' There have also been some cases were the bodies had upside-down pentagrams etched into the flesh of the victims,"

Sam took a deep breath and pursed his lips. "So, do you think we're dealing with a cult here?"

Dean shrugged. "Maybe. I've hacked into the police database and found some pictures of the bodies, I'm running the sign through now, hopefully something will turn up."

It took a minute to process, but then a notice appeared on the screen.

1 match found

Dean clicked on the link and the screen changed from white to black. As the website loaded, Dean sighed and pushed the computer to his brother.

"Can you finish up, I really need a shower." Sam nodded as Dean stood up. "You haven't used up the hot water, have you?" Sam didn't look up as the page finished; he just stared, stared at the symbols that were glowing brightly in front of him.

"Sammy? Hello, anybody home?" Dean inquired, waving a hand in front of Sam's face. The youngest hunter didn't even flinch.

"Fuck Sam, don't start this shit with me, what have I done now?"

Sam slowly turned to look at Dean, but the older man saw that his eyes were not his own. They were no longer green, but a fluorescent orange.

"Dude, what the fuck?"

The thing that was Sam, but wasn't, smiled. It was a smile of pure evil.

"You may have found us," it said, speaking with many different voices. "But you won't stop us,"

'Sam' stood up, and the laptop slid onto the floor, going dark.

"We will prevail, and you and your precious baby brother, will die,"

Dean stood his ground as the thing approached.

"I don't think so," Dean said, smiling cockily. Soon it stood before him, laughing humorlessly.

"Sorry Sammy," Dean muttered, as he lashed out with a roundhouse kick, his foot connecting with 'Sam's' head. The thing cackled.

"That's gonna leave a bruise," it said. 'Sam' closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, before slumping to the ground.

Dean crouched down next to him.

"That you Sammy?" He asked cautiously.

Sam nodded. For some reason, the movement brought intense pain to the side of his head.

"What happened," Sam questioned weakly.

"You became a puppet, to some evil son-of-a-bitch," Dean replied.

There was a moment's silence.

"Why does my head hurt?"

Dean laughed. "I had to knock that asshole outta you somehow,"

Sam glared at his brother, who just smiled and shrugged.

"Payback's a bitch, Sammy, mi boy,"

well that's another chapter done and dusted, I'm not sure if I'm happy with it, it sounds a tad boring, reviews would be much appreciated, if you guys can tell me if I'm doing anything wrong, I'll be happy. Guess what? You get a two for one deal here, chapter's 4 &5 at once. Enjoy! CHEERS xxx