Chapter 4

"I'm not sure. There were just a lot of different images. You, a hill, or something. Rocks… I don't understand it." Sam wasn't looking at his brother.

He was trying to make sense. Shaking his head, he sighed and ate another donut. Though it was cold, he took a drink of the coffee as well to help the donut go down. After telling his brother all this, his throat wasn't too sure it wanted to work properly.

Dean merely looked at him a bit longer then shrugged and went back to the computer.

"Hey Dean, I thought we'd check out those bodies that were said to have been attacked by bears." Sam finished his breakfast and stood looking at Dean.

He looked a lot better and Dean couldn't argue he didn't want to be stuck in the room all day. Standing to his feet and heading towards the door, Dean opened the door and waited for Sam to go through before he went himself.

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"So you two are writing a paper about the bear attacks?" the audit asked.

"Yes Sir, we want good grades and we're hoping you'll help us get them." Dean said sweetly.

Sam stood, notebook in hand, ready to take notes. The guy's eyes traveled over him and for a second. Sam felt uncomfortable, but he let it pass when the guy finally agreed and took them to the back room to see a couple of the bodies.

"Whoa, you say a bear did this? That's either one huge freakin' bear, or I don't know." Dean stated as he looked at one body before turning to look at another.

Sam took notes, but not the kind of notes that the audit would think he would be taking. Sam was sure he got some good ones when he felt it time to go. The two thanked the man and quickly made there way out of the hospital.

"That was no bear, Dean! There's no way that could've been a bear." Sam said.

"I know dude. It was too…" Dean started, but his eyes widen a bit before they narrowed as he saw the two guys from the bar the other night, Jeff and Lloyd, near his car.

"Can I help you gentlemen?"

"We were just lookin' at the car. A very nice car it is. It yours? Don't think anyone else around here has one." Lloyd commented.

"Yeah it is, why?" Dean asked.

"Oh, no reason, just thought it was a cool looking car." Lloyd said.

"You seem to be busy. Can we help you with something?" Jeff asked.

"Thanks for the concern, but we're good." Dean motioned for Sam to get in the car before he opened his own door.

"Bit of advice..." Jeff said stepping up to Dean. "...you should leave town…now."

"Really? Why's that? My brother and I just doin' a school assignment. We found we rather like this town. Seems it's got a bit of a story to it. Think we'll be staying a bit longer. Thanks though, for the advice." Dean got into his car, put the key in the ignition, and backed out the parking spot, the two still watching them.

"Won't leave, we'll just have to make them, won't we?" Jeff said to Lloyd.

"Come on, they're just kids. We scare'em a bit, that's all." Lloyd said.

"Yeah...we'll scare'em a bit." Jeff said then turned, walking back to his truck.

He waited for Lloyd to get in before they headed for the bar. He really needed a drink. That kid was really starting to get on his nerves.

"Hey Jeff, I'm gonna head on back to my place. I'll see you later. Talk to you about...you know." Lloyd said as Tiffany walked up.

"Hey, you mind droppin' me to my place? You were my last table for the night."

"Yeah, sure. You ready?"Lloyd asked.

"Yeah, just let me get my stuff." Tiffany left the beer for Jeff and walked quickly behind the bar to grab her things.

She said good night to the other waitress that was just starting her shift and walked over to Lloyd.

"I really 'preciate this. My car being in the shop and all, it's really nice of ya." Tiffany smiled as Lloyd held the door open for her and she got into his car.

"It's not problem at all. We live the same direction. If you ever need a ride, just let me know." Lloyd smiled as he started the car then backed up, putting it in drive and they headed on their merry way.

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"That was random. Why do you think they want us to go? I mean, we haven't done anything, not really, and we've been careful. Sam said.

"Oh, you heard that. Yeah, well. What can you do? We're obviously getting too close to something here and they seem to be getting a bit nervous about that." Dean replied.

He gave a bit of a shudder and shook his head.

"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked

Dean shook his head.

"You don't want to know." He gave his brother a please don't ask again look before he turned his attention back to the road.

"Ok. How about we compare our notes, figure out what exactly this town has to hide." Sam said, sitting back as they made their way back to the hotel.

Once they got back to the room, they set to work trying to figure out what exactly it was the town could be hiding.

"Hey, you hungry?" Dean asked an hour or so later.

"Yeah, actually I am." Sam replied throwing down the pencil he had been holding.

He rubbed his eyes a bit, having looked at a lot of the pictures he had on his computer. He was comparing the bodies of bear attack victims to the marks he'd seen himself on the victims at the hospital. He was sure now that those weren't made from a bear.

"Pizza or take out? I think I saw a Chinese Restaurant when we first got in. Can't say that I'm sure they know what they're doing, but…couldn't hurt to try it out."

"I guess, just make sure it's actually chicken they've got fryin' in the back." Sam said with a smile.

"Yeah, the usual?" Dean asked.

"Sesame Seed Chicken, Mongolian Beef, Shrimp Fried Rice, and Chow Mein. Sounds good to me. Oh, add a cup of Egg drop soup would you? It's getting colder are here."

"Okay, see if there's anything special about those victims while I'm gone. Maybe we can go out and get a view of where they were before they died? Okay?" Dean was putting on his jacket as he ran all this by Sam.

A slight cry of pain was the only indication that Sam was still in the room. He turned around and ran over kneeling by Sam when he saw he had his eyes squeezed close tightly and his hands to his head.

"Ahhh!" Sam cried out as the headache grew and flashes moved in his field of vision.

A car on the side of the road, the Impala, Dean getting out of the car, a shadow, Dean running as he looked over his shoulder.

"Sam? Breathe through it Sam." Dean said softly to his brother. "You can do it."

"Dean…leave...get...food." Same said through clenched teeth.

"You sure?" Dean asked surprised.

Sam grabbed onto Dean's jacket, the pain only getting worse. He tried shaking his head, but that hurt too.

"Don't…food." He had to release Dean in order to press bother hands against his head.

Dean still looked at him, but he stood slowly to his feet and got Sam same water before making his way to the door. One last look gave him reassurance because it seemed Sam was coming out of it. He closed the door and walked to his car.

"Dean? Dean! No!" Sam struggled to get to his feet quickly and made it to the door just in time to see his brother pulling off. "Dean! Dean!!"

He leaned against the door for a minute trying to figure out what he should do. The headache wasn't completely gone, but it had subsided a little. He walked back into the room, after closing and locking the door, and then sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Dean…" Sam fell out on his bed, unconscious.

Dean couldn't help wondering what the vision was about this time. The last time Sam said it was about him. He thumbed his cell phone for a minute then decided he'd wait until after he got the food.

Thirty minutes later, Sam moaned and put a hand to his head as he slowly sat up.

"Dean?" He called, then frowned and looked around the room only to that Dean wasn't there.

His eyes grew big as he remembered the vision and why Dean wasn't there. He quickly searched for, and then found, his cell and speed dialed his brother.

"Dean?" Sam asked when the phone picked up.

"Who were you expecting when you called this number?" Dean smiled slightly as he felt a bit better knowing that his brother was ok.

"You weren't supposed to go. I didn't mean for you to go." Sam replied.

"What? You said you were hungry. I assumed you wanted me not to worry and to get the food." Dean frowned, maybe he wasn't ok.

"Yeah, but that was before the vision. Where are you any way?" Sam asked.

"On my way back to the hotel now, hold on." Dean slowed as he turned a corner and stopped.

Dean slipped his car into park and slowly got out, looking down the road. He quickly looked behind him, then turned back looking in front of him.

"Dean?" Sam waited for a response.

Dean had made it a good ten feet from his car. He looked down at the mauled body of Lloyd then looked around wondering if whatever had done it was still out there.

"Dean! Dean?!" Sam called a few times then looked at his phone to see if they had been disconnected.

They hadn't been. Dean took note of how the body lied and the marks on it. Shaking his head, he remembered Sam was on the phone.

"Sam?"

"Geez! Man you can't do that! I was calling you and you didn't answer. Why?" Sam was pacing to calm down.

"Sorry man. Remember the shorter of the two guys we saw yesterday?" Dean asked.

"Yeah?" Sam said.

"Well he's dead." Dean said.