When we'd finished we drove over to the reservation in Sulpluppa and after asking someone, made our way to the diner.

Dean nodded at an old withered man, sorting through his cards and Sam nodded before they moved in to ask him questions.

"Joe White Tree? We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right." Sam began and the Old man nodded.

"We're students from the university." Dean embellished his story, which usually worked from what I had heard.

"No, you're not. You're lying." Joe spotted it straight away and I laughed a little.

"I like this guy." I muttered to myself.

"Erm," he looked at Sam for support, but he was just as amused as I was "well, the truth is—"

"You know who starts sentence with "truth is"? Liars." Joe stayed on the same track.

"Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the Atoka Valley." Sam put it straight, saving Dean's ass and his hunt all in one.

"I like him. He's not a liar." He stared Dean out for a while before turning back to Sam "I know the area."

"What can you tell us about the history there?"

"May I?" I gestured to the chair opposite the old man and he nodded. I sat down in front of him and settled down, ready to take in any information he might give us.

"Why do you want to know?" he continued to ask Sam, ignoring Dean completely.

"Something… " Sam stuttered out I rolled my eyes and finished for him.

"Something bad is happening in Oasis Plains. We think it might have something to so with some old bones we found there. Native American bones." I smiled at him.

"I'll tell you what my grandfather told me. What his grandfather told him," Joe began "Two hundred years ago, a band of my ancestors lived in that valley. One day the American cavalry came to relocate them.

They were resistant… the cavalry impatient. As my grandfather put it "On the night the moon and the sun share the sky as equals… the cavalry first raided our village." They murdered, raped. The next day, the cavalry came again. And the next and the next. And on the sixth night, the cavalry came one last time. And by the time the sun rose… every man, women and child still in the village was dead. They say on the sixth night… as the chief of the village lay dying… he whispered to the heavens… that no white man would ever tarnish this land again. Nature would rise up and protect the valley. And it would bring as many days of misery and death… to the white man as the cavalry had brought upon his people."

"God." I muttered under my breath before turning to Dean and noticing he shared my expression.

"Insects." He turned to Sam "Sounds like nature to me."

"Six days." Sam repeated for assurance.

"And on the night of the sixth day…" Joe added "none would survive."

A silence passed over us. "Thank you Mr. White Tree." I muttered before we left the diner.

We walked out into the sun before we began our conversation again.

"When did the gas-company man die?" Sam asked Dean.

"Arhh, let's see. We got here Tuesday, so Friday the 20th." He confirmed it in his head.

"March 20th. That's the spring equinox." Sam smiled at his own knowledge.

"The night the sun and the moon share the sky as equals." All of the information Joe had giving us started to make sense.

"So every year about this time, anybody in Oasis Plains is in danger. Larry built his neighborhood on cursed land." Sam shook his head in disbelief.

"And on the sixth night, that's tonight."

"If we don't do something, Larry's family will be dead by sunrise. So how do we break a curse?"

"You don't break a curse. You get out of its way. We gotta get those people out now." He stated seriously as he got into the car.

I rolled my eyes "God my moms got timing." I stated as I slammed myself against the back seat.

Dean drove as fast as he could, with the night drawing in around us, we had little over two hours to get back to Oasis Plains.

Dean took out his cell and called Larry, making up a story as the phone dialled, ready when Larry picked up the phone,

"Yes, Mr. Pike. There's a mainline gas leak in your neighborhood." Dean started and I leant in to hear the conversation.

"God. Really? How big?" He wasn't buying it for a moment.

"Well its fairly extensive. I don't wanna alarm you…but we need your family out of the vicinity for at least 12 hours or so. Just to be safe".

"Who is this again?" he sounded annoyed as he went along with Dean's game.

"Travis Weaver. I work for Oklahoma Gas and Power." He said the first name that came into his head.

"A-ha. The problem is, I know Travis. He's worked with us for a year. So who is this?" he demanded to know. I flung myself against the seat again as Dean closed the phone.

"Ahhh, give me the phone." He snatched it out of Dean's hands and called Matt.

"Hello?" I could hear how distressed Matt was on the other end of the phone.

"Matt, it's Sam."

"Sam. My back yard's crawling with cockroaches."

"Matt, just listen, You have to get your family out of that house right now, okay?"

"Wh-what? Why?" he stuttered along trying to make sense of the situation.

"Because something's coming."

"More bugs?"

"Yeah. A lot more."

"My dad doesn't listen to me in the best of circumstances. What am I supposed to tell him?"

"You gotta make him listen okay." Sam reassured him and I saw Dean roll his eyes.

"Give me the phone." He snatched out of Sam's hands "Matt, under no circumstances are you to tell the truth. He'll just think your nuts."

"But he's my…"

"Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side… and you gotta go to the hospital, okay." Dean ordered him sternly.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Matt agreed with him before Dean put the phone down and threw it on the seat next to him.

""Make him listen." What are you thinking?" he rolled his eyes and put his foot down even more.

We pulled up outside the house and I felt my heart reach the bottom of my stomach as the car was there and the lights on in the house.

"Can he do nothing?" I muttered out loud.

"Damn it. They're still here." Dean put on the breaks "Come on."

We all got out of the car and were greeted very quickly by a rather pissed Larry.

"Get off my property before I call the cops." He ordered and I looked taken aback "Wait until I tell your mother young lady."

"Mr. Pike, Listen—" Sam began to plead with him and Matt joined in.

"Dad, they're just trying to help." He voice cracked.

"Get in the house!" He shouted at Matt.

I looked at Matt and rolled my eyes, knowing what he had done.

"Sorry. I told him the truth." He confessed.

"We had a plan, Matt. What happened to the plan?" Dean questioned him.

"Look, It's 12 a.m." the voice of reason cut into the bickering "They are coming any minute now. You need to get your family and go. Before it's too late."

"Wait, you mean, before the biblical swarm?"

"Trust me Larry, biblical has little to do with what's going to happen here." I begged him to understand.

"Larry, what do you think really happened to that realtor, huh? And the gas-company guy. You don't think something weird's going on around here?" Dean explained to him.

Larry took a deep breath "Look, I don't know who you are, but you're crazy. You came near my boy or my family again, and we're going to have a problem."

"Well I hate to be a downer, but we got a problem right now."

"Mr. Pike, please. Don't make me explain to my Mom how you died." I took a breath "Look she trusts Sam and Dean with me. She knows what she's doing, now please, just listen to them!"

"Dad, Mary's right. We're in danger!" Matt begged his father on my behalf.

"Matt, get inside!" Larry continued to shout.
"No!" Matt put his foot down for the first time in his life.

"Now!"

"Why won't you listen to me?"

"Because this is crazy! It doesn't make any sense!"

"Look," Sam began to explain "this land is cursed. People have died here. Now are you really gonna take that risk with your family?"

"Wait." Dean began "You hear it?"

the buzzing began at the end of the street, causing us all to fall silent.

"What the hell?" Larry began.

All of our eyes widened at the sight of the swarm, huge in mass.

"Shit." I muttered.

"Right its time to go. Larry get your wife." Dean ordered him and ushered me toward the Impala.

"Yeah." He whimpered.

"Guys." Matt looked at Sam and Dean for help.

"Oh My God. We'll never make it." Larry commented and I looked at Dean to come up with something.

"Everybody in the house. Everybody in the house! Go!" He took hold of my arm and practically dragged me up the stairs of the porch and flung me in the house.

"Is there anyone else in the neighborhood?" Sam asked out loud as he locked the door.

"No, it's just us." Larry muttered, still in shock with his first encounter.

"Honey, what's happening? What's that noise?" Joanie came through from the lounge.

"Call 911." He shouted "Joanie!"

"Okay." She stuttered out and went away again.

"I need towels." Dean informed him.

"Err, the closet." Larry pointed and Dean took them out, pushing them against the door.

"Right, we gotta lock this place up, come on. Doors, widows, the fireplace, everything, okay." He ordered Matt and I, together we ran around the house, shutting off everything we could find. I sprinted back down the stairs.

"Must have chewed through the phone lines."

The house went black "And the power lines." I added and went to stand next to Dean.

"Maybe my cell…" he flicked it open and tried 911 "No signal."

"You won't get one. They're blanketing the house."

I felt my stomach lurch "Give me a pissed off ghost any day." I complained.

"So what do we do now?" Larry asked as Dean went to the kitchen.

"We try to outlast it. Hopefully the curse will end at sunrise." Sam assured him.

""Hopefully"? "

"Well, we wouldn't be in this if you'd have listened to your son Larry." I shouted at him and he looked taken aback at my frantic state. Dean returned from the kitchen.

"Bug spray?" Joanie questioned him.

"Trust me." Dean smiled at her and I rolled my eyes, pacing the room, almost hyperventilating.

There was noise coming from inside the wall that made me jump.

"What is that?" Matt asked Sam.

He went to the wall and listened before stepping back "The flue."

"All right, I think everybody needs to get upstairs." Dean stated.

No sooner had said that than a swarm broke through the wall, Dean acted quickly and lit the bug spray.

"Everybody get upstairs! Now! Go, go, go! Hurry! Go, go, go!"

We all sprinted up the stairs, defending ourselves from the bugs as best we could with our hands.

Sam pulled the ladder down for the loft, we all got up into it, Matt being the last one.

"Go on, Matt, go!" Sam shouted at him.

"Hurry! Hurry, Matt!" His frantic mother pulled him up and into her arms, backing away quickly from the loft hatch.

Sam tried to pull the loft hatch shut, but somehow, it was stuck fast.

"Come on!" Dean shouted and helped him shut it with little effort.

"Oh, God, What's that?" Joanie said as she looked up,
"Something's eating through the wood." Dean's face screwed up.

"Termites." Matthew informed us and I looked at him, my face wide eyed in shock.

"Alright, everybody get back. Get back! Get back!" Dean ordered us and we did as we were told.

"Get back!" Sam shouted at Matt, who wanted to stay there.

"Matt." Joanie ordered her son who did as his mother told him.

The ceiling gave way and the bugs fell through, swarming around the room, I cowered back with Matt as Sam and Dean blocked the hole in the ceiling.

"You got it?"

"Yeah. Go, go, go!" Dean shouted

"Get it!"

When they'd finished blocking that hole in the ceiling another bunch of bugs fell through, this time, nearer to us.

"Crap." Dean shouted as his flame thrower ran out and he ran to us.

Putting his leather jacket above our heads as I huddle in closer to him, cowering for protection against the bites I was receiving.

Somewhere between me being afraid and being bitten, the light broke through the hole in the roof. As it did, the bugs, al of the flying vermin, flew back out of the hole and away from the house.

Dean got up from the floor, and I soon followed brushing myself off.

"Is it over?" I asked them both, huddling myself in my arms.

"Yeah, Mary, I think it is." Sam nodded to me