A/N: I apologize for lack of updates. I do love writing these, really I do, but response hasn't been that good, so maybe that's the reason. Thanks to those who have read and reviewed and kept me going. This was requested by sticky. On with the stalking! Enjoy!!

Invisible stalkers

Dean pulled the Impala into a parking spot in the hotel lot and killed the engine. He turned to his younger brother, who was sound asleep in the seat next to him. He shook him roughly. Sam snorted and opened his eyes.

"Where are we?"

"We are in Cleveland. And I have a surprise. We're staying for a week!"

"Really? Is there something going on?" Sam rubbed the sleep from his eyes and yawned.



"Nope. Just thought I'd give us a bit of a break. We're gonna stay here, and just….hang out."

Sam cracked a grin. "Thanks Dean."

"Hey, just don't say I never gave you anything."

They got out of the car and the second Dean shut the car door, he felt eyes on him. And not just one pair.

"You feel that?" he asked Sam.

"We're being watched," Sam replied, indicating that he did indeed feel it.

Dean looked out into the twilight surrounding them, but didn't see anyone. He shrugged off the feeling and grabbed their belongings from the backseat, tossing Sam's bag to him.

They got a room, and settled in, both still feeling the intense look of unseen eyes. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Sam dug into his bag for the EMF meter, and did a thorough inspection of 

their room, and outside around the car. When he returned, Dean was sprawled across one of the beds, his arms behind his head, the apron covering him like a blanket. He looked at Sam as he shut the door behind him.

"Find anything?"

"Nothing. Whatever this feeling is, the cause isn't anything supernatural. I didn't get any readings that were out of the ordinary." He replaced the meter, and crashed on the other bed for a quick nap.

When he woke up, Dean was gone and so was the apron. Sam heaved a sigh, and climbed from the bed, grabbing the spare room key and moving out into the hallway. Once there, a voice floated down the hallway that sounded familiar. Sam sighed again, and followed the voice to the hotel bar.

He walked through the open door and clapped a hand to his forehead as he saw what was going on. His brother was up on stage, singing 'Hot Blooded' by Foreigner loudly and slightly off key, a beer in one hand, the mic in the other. And, as icing on the embarrassment cake, he was wearing the apron.



Sam ducked his head and took a seat in the back of the bar, ordering his own beer, and still not able to shake the feeling that the watching eyes had followed him into the bar. After Dean's song had finished and he did an encore, he caught Sam's eye and joined him at the table.

"If anyone would have asked, I would have disowned you," Sam informed him.

"What? I was a hit!"

Sam changed the subject. "I still can't shake the feeling we're being watched. I felt it outside in the parking lot, in the room, and now in here. But it can't be a ghost or something would have registered on the EMF."

"I'm with ya there; I feel it too, but again you're right. It can't be anything supernatural. Could we have possibly acquired a living stalker?"

Sam considered the possibility, but ultimately dismissed it. "No, because we wouldn't have felt it right after stepping out of the car. No stalker works that fast."



Dean nodded in agreement. "Maybe we're just on edge. Have another beer and relax." He ordered them another round, and Sam found himself attempting to loosen up.

Once they were back in their room, however, the feeling came back in full force, and Sam paced the room, frustrated and growing increasingly uneasy. He turned on Dean, who was again sprawled on the bed, watching some movie on TV.

"Doesn't this make you feel weird, Dean? How can you just pretend like those eyes aren't there, watching us?"

"Easy. Just block it out of your mind. Watch this movie with me and chill out."

Sam shook his head. "I'm sorry. I can't. This is just really bothering me."

"Suit yourself." He focused on the TV again, leaving Sam still agitated and pacing. Finally, Sam sat on his bed and pulled up his laptop. He began looking for possible reasons for what was going on. He came up with nothing.

He noticed his brother sitting up in bed, a wary expression on his face.

"Dean?"

"You're right, Sammy. I tried to ignore it, but it's not going anywhere. Did you find anything on the internet?"

"Nope. I have no idea what this could be, besides us going insane."

Dean nodded his head slowly. "Insanity. I never thought of that before."

"No! We're not crazy! Something's going on here."

Dean thought about it while causally flipping through the channels. An old horror classic caught his eye. "What about the invisible man?"

"Excuse me?" Sam asked.



"The invisible man. No one could see him. And he wasn't dead, so nothing odd would register on an EMF."

Sam pondered this for a moment. "How do we know if that's what it is?"

Dean stood up, and became still for a moment. "The feeling is strongest over here." He walked over to a corner of the room, and slowly untied his apron. He threw it in the air, and watched it flutter and stop halfway down to the ground, covering the forms of two small human shapes, the two heads distinctive against the apron material.

The brothers stood there, eyes wide, and then Dean swiftly tugged his apron off the forms, moving backward until his legs hit the bed.

"Sam?"

Sam gulped. "Yea?"

"Get your bag. We're gettin' the hell outta here!"



"No complaints here." Sam watched as Dean grabbed a sheet from the bed and threw it over the invisible shapes in the corner, to make sure they weren't followed. Then they picked up their bags, and still walking backwards, made their way to the door.

Once Dean's hand found the door knob, and they were outside in the night air, they turned as one, and ran as fast as they could for the car, shoving their bags in the backseat, and getting in. Dean started the car, and they peeled out of the parking lot, speeding to get to the highway in order to put as much distance between them and the hotel as they possibly could.

A/N: Hope you liked it!! Let me know what you think and if you have an idea for a one-shot! Next up: hiccups!!