Hello, Sarthians (I think I spelled that right)! So, here's the thing I wanted to make something different out of this, I didn't want it to take place in the UK or the USA, so I choose Ukraine. I thought about it and I thought about and managed to come up with a story that I think its appropriate. I don't know why, but I always connected this kind of stories to that part of Europe (no offence of course). I don't know if people from Ukraine read this, if they do I hope I got it right and I hope it's okay and it makes sense. If it doesn't, I apologise (I did do my research)

I invented the name of the town, but the name of the Major I took from an old President (if not mistaken).

And I wanted to give you something at the end of the episode, because of your reviews and the favs that I've gotten so far. You are amazing, thanks for sticking around. Sorry for the size of it. I was ready to stop, but then I thought..."We need some kissing." so...I had to make the kissing scene. Hope it's not too...cheesy.

Oh well, reviews are love. Do tell me what you think. Thank you.

ENJOY!

STORY TIME!

PS: I think I may need to change the rate of this fic...I mean, I do have hot things coming up, (shhh...spoilers)

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CODE NAME: GHOST CITY

"What do you mean, vanished?" Dean asked confused.

"I mean gone." She answered. "Just gone."

"That's impossible."

Martha lowered her head, taking time to breathe and think properly. Ghost City had been locked away from her mind all this time.

"Nothing is impossible." She said in a soft whisper.

This case had gotten to her in such way that it nearly destroyed her life. It actually did. It drained every single ounce of energy out of Martha, leading her to go days without a proper meal, nights without sleep. She forgot about her family, friends…about Mickey.

Poor Mickey.

Ghost City itself was a question mark. Ghost City was an enigma that Martha would die without solving it. The worse was that in UNIT no one cared about it. It had been a freaky accident. Freaky accidents do happen. The entire universe is ridiculous and stupid and destiny doesn't follow rules. Some things fall through the cracks and certain events take place that are meant to be meaningless or mysterious. However, Ghost City wasn't like that. Martha knew. Everyone who ever looked at the case and asked "but, how?" knew as well.

Martha closed her eyes. Explaining all of this to the Winchesters demanded another trip down the rabbit hole.

Sam, as observant as ever, saw how upset Martha had become. He got up from his seat and crouched in front of her, ignoring the fact that, it might be to forward to touch her – but, having in mind that she had touched him innumerous times – Sam reached out and touched Martha's hand.

Martha's eyes opened, looking at both hands. She took a second to see how big, worm and rough Sam's was. She raised her head, finding Sam's green eyes looking at them.

"Take your time." He said.

"I can't talk…I wouldn't explain myself well enough nor make justice to the situation." Sam gave her a gentle squeeze. "I need to show you. Come. You haven't' seen the office, yet."

She stood up and walked out of the room. Dean got up next and looked at his brother. Sam rose to his feet; he could still feel Martha's gentle skin on him.

Dean just stood there judging his brother so hard, that Sam felt the need to explain himself.

"She was nervous."

"And you were right there to hold her hand."

"What's the problem with holding her hand, Dean?"

"Nothing, Sam." Dean said showing his smirk. "Absolutely, nothing."

They found Martha standing against the wall in the hall, with her hands behind her back.

"Where's the office?" Dean asked looking around.

Martha pointed behind her, but the boys saw nothing.

"I…I don't get it. There's nothing behind you."

"Yes, yes there is. I'm leaning against a blue door, with a golden knob." Martha claimed.

The brothers shared a look. Had she gone crazy?

"Well, I know I'm not colour-blind and I know what a door looks like-" Dean claimed.

"There's a perception filter around this area. I did it as protection, because I don't want people walking into my office – I know how people love to do that."

Martha knocked on the wall behind her. For the boys' surprise, instead of hearing the sound of a knuckles hitting on a brick wall, they heard the sound of wood. "Your brain sees the information, but it does not process it. You see the door right behind me, but your brain ignores the information and focuses on something else. In this case, the walls of my house. Every time you try to look at the door, your eyes shift to the wall."

"No, they don't." Dean said.

"Yes, they do. Trust me. Now, focus. I need you to see a blue wooden door with a golden knob, right behind me. Your brain needs to connect the image of the object so it can materialize. "

"Why don't you take the filter off?" Sam asked.

"If I take it off for you, I'd have to do it for everybody so…no. Concentrate."

Sam and Dean both concentrated, locking their eyes on the wall behind Martha. They had to imagine a blue wooden door and nothing else. Actually, Sam found it very hard to focus on a wall when Martha was standing right in front of him.

Just when they were starting to lose their patience, Dean begun to recognize the frame of the door and Sam's eyes noticed the blue background behind Martha.

As if it were blue rain pouring down, a door begun to take shape behind the doctor. Soon the frame, the hinges even the golden knob was there.

"Wow…" Dean managed to say. "There's a door behind you."

"Told you so." Martha said with a proud look. "Do you see it, Sam?"

"Yes." He said. "How's that possible?"

Martha turned around and took a key out of her pocket.

"He taught me this a long time ago. He took a piece of the TARDIS perception filter and gave it to me and Jack. Actually, I kept the necklace he made me – if one can call that a proper necklace. I just altered the components of that small piece and made it bigger."

"Who's he?" Dean asked.

"And…what's a TARDIS?" Sam asked.

Martha turned to face the boys.

"That's another story, for another day." She turned the key and the sound of small locks opening came through. After that, the door opened and Martha walked in.

Martha's office was completely different from the rest of the house. Whilst the house was modern, simple and worm, the office was cold and futuristic with shades of blue and white.

Against the left wall was a bookshelf, but unlike the one in the living room that was big and heavy, this one was small and simple. It was designed in a way that it looked as if it were to fall apart if a feather were placed on top. It clearly didn't, because on its three shelves were boxes – the same that were in the living room, but a bit smaller – all with handwritten labels that said CODE NAME - GHOST CITY.

The desk table was made of glass; it had nothing decorative on it; just a flat screen computer, a laser keyboard to the left and to the right, nothing more than a tall lamp. The swivel chair behind the desk was big and comfortable and it was placed directly in front of a big flat screen pinned on the far wall. On the far corner of the office were two empty chairs…

"Take a seat." Martha said pushing her chair from behind the desk and placing it in front of the TV. Sam grabbed both chairs, passing one to Dean – who placed it on Martha's left side and Sam placing his on the right. As close to her as possible, he was no fool.

"So, what's the movie about?" Dean asked looking around. There were no paintings on the wall, no decorations and no photos.

"Ghost City." Martha said opening one of the boxes and taking out a remote control and another small device. "To be more specific, the small town of Kaputznya, in Ukraine."

"Never heard of it." Dean said.

"Maybe you've heard about Pripyat." Martha said.

"Isn't that the nearest city to Chernobyl?" Sam asked.

"Yes, the closest one to reactor 4. It's abandoned now, but I'm sure you heard of it."

"Yeah." Dean said. "What about Pripyat?"

"This is not about Pripyat. We use it as reference, that's where the name Ghost City came from…" Martha sighed. "The true case is set on a small town, west of Pripyat called Kaputznya."

Martha occupied her seat and took a deep breath before turning on the TV.

Here we go again. She though.

She clicked the button and the TV showed the picture of an empty street. This empty street had small buildings on either side, trees, parked cars and shops. There was only one problem: there was no one in sight. Not a soul. It was broad daylight, first hours of the morning and no one in the streets. Even though it was a wide shot it was still recognizable the clothes scattered on the floor, food and empty cars.

"April, 23rd 1986." Martha said. "One thousand and seven hundred people disappeared during the night. Just gone."

Sam leaned in and analyzed the picture.

"What happened?"

"All we know is what the records show." Martha changed the image, showing different images of UNIT's official report sheet all written and highlighted in red. "At exactly 10:00pm there was a complete blackout in the area and in the UNIT headquarters in Kiev. All communications were down for at least an hour nearly two. This was back in the 80's, so if there was no energy, you were isolated. No phones, no texts…nothing. You had to sit back and wait. Kaputznya and UNIT in Kiev were complexly isolated from the world.

"As soon as the network was stabilized, the power was back on and the lines were working, all hell broke loose. The phones started ringing like crazy, calls started pouring in and all said the same."

Martha switched image and an audio file started playing. Not a word was understandable, after all, the woman calling was speaking Ukrainian, but the panic in her voice was palpable. Martha clicked again; this time was a man's voice crying on the phone, completely terrified. Another voice was of a young woman screaming her lungs out…

"What are they saying?" Dean asked.

"Help us. Please, help us." Martha said. "After that, some analysts found out that there had been emergency calls to the police that claimed that something had fallen from the sky near Kaputznya and that the sky had turned red. Now, the cops who went to Kaputznya vanished as well, the police servers were toasted from the black out, so we cannot confirm this last statement."

Martha switched images for the police report photographs. "After failing to contact the UNIT cell placed in Kaputznya, the police or any other public service, the late Major Kravchuk, who was in charge of UNIT in Kiev, ordered a small team of men from the cell in Pripyat to check things out.

However, the communications broke down once more and this time the power cut spread all over the north of Ukraine. No communications with both poles completely isolated. It was dusk when the power came back, the phones started ringing once more, confusing reports kept coming, people were asking questions, but no answers from Pripyat or Kaputznya.

So, the Major gathered a small army and rode to Kaputznya and what they found is documented in these pictures: Empty streets, empty houses, cars…clothes all over the place, food uneaten and cold coffee. It is as if they were snatched suddenly, leaving everything behind."

The slide show kept going, showing picture after picture. Empty houses, tables, cars…It was as if the town had stopped in time.

"Here's the creepy thing…" Martha kept going. "The clocks in Kaputznya stopped ticking at 10:00pm, I think that's the time they vanished, which marks also the time when the communications were down on both ends and the same hour they sky went red. So, if they disappeared around that hour, if there were no phone connection for them to ask for help, how come two hours later, when the phones were back on, all calls for help came from Kaputznya?"

"You're saying that after the time they disappeared, calls were still being made from there?" Dean asked.

"Yes." Martha said. "All reports say so. Then it stopped when there was a blackout for the second time, but when they got it back it started again. Calls from a town where no one lived anymore."

"Maybe they were echoes." Sam said, looking at Dean. "Death echoes, you know, like ghosts..."

"It fits. But so many?" Dean said looking at the pictures. "How come we never heard of this?" Dean asked.

"It's UNIT job to keep things like this away from public eye and scrutiny. You may also never have heard of it because of Chernobyl…"

Sam's eyes grew big when he understood.

"It was a cover-up." Sam said still looking at the pictures. "Chernobyl, I mean. UNIT used Chernobyl to hide the disappearance of a town." He leaned back. The looked at Martha with a worried look. "Chernobyl is not a UNIT's thing right? I mean, they wouldn't go that far to hide something like this…right?"

"No, never." Martha said. "UNIT has flaws, but they'd never do something of the sort. Chernobyl was an accident, which happened to cover all of this." Martha crossed her arms over her chest.

"It does make sense, I mean all of the surrounding areas where evacuated after Chernobyl. In case of questioning, Kaputznya was close to Pripyat and it could have been evacuated as precaution." Sam said. Martha looked at him. "That's what I would have done, at least."

"That's what they did." She said. "The official report says that Kaputznya was evacuated alongside all other small towns and villages. We all know that's not what happened…"

"How sure are you these people really vanished?" Dean asked with his eyebrows raising in a funny way.

"As any other country, Ukraine has census and in a census you have to say where you live or where you came from originally, so they can calculate the levels of emigration from the villages to the cities and vice versa. In order to find anyone who could explain what happened, UNIT turned the word Kaputznya, into a keyword. If it ever popped up in the network, they'd be the first to know. Since 1986, not one person reported being from Kaputznya."

"So…" Dean said leaning forward, scratching his chin. "Where's does the symbol fit in?"

Martha clicked the device once more and the picture of a gray wall showed up. It could be just a grey wall, if it wasn't for the branded symbol. It was a looped line, almost too difficult to understand where the start was. Dean's version was not the same, but it was a pretty good representation.

"It was branded on every building. We don't know what it is. I've never seen it in my life and does not match UNIT's data base. I don't even know if it's alien." Martha looked at Dean "Do you know what it is?"

"Not a clue." Dean said. "It was in our father's journal, but it had no caption or explanation. I drew it, because I thought it was funny and thought it was odd that dad drew something without explaining what it was…"

The older Winchester turned to his brother "Doesn't this remind you another case of ours?"

"Croatoan." Sam nod. "I've been thinking about it since the beginning, but it doesn't fit."

"I read about that." Martha nodded. "It was actually in the UNIT files as an open case as well. The cases are very similar, both towns vanished into thin air, but the relation stops there."

They sat in silence looking at the pictures in the slideshow. All three brains were tickling away possible solution scenarios. What could've been? Why did the sky turn red? Where were the people?

Sam got up.

"We're going to help you."

"We are?" Dean asked confused.

"Really?" Martha said.

"Yes." Sam said.

"No, we're not." Dean said standing up. "We have bigger things, Sam."

Sam was about to answer, when Dean turned to Martha "Can you give us a sec, Martha?"

"Sure." Martha got up from her chair. "I'll make us some tea, yeah?"

The kettle was on the fire; Martha sat on a bench waiting patiently with her elbows placed on the marble island. Her mind was elsewhere, already floating with questions she never managed to get answers. If the Winchesters helped her, maybe she could solve the case. It helped the fact that they were hunters, what if this case wasn't alien, but…supernatural? Could it there be a monster that had the power to turn people into nothing? Was that even a thing?

She was so concentrated in her thoughts that she failed to hear the kettle whistle or Sam calling her for the fourth time.

"Martha…?" He shook her shoulder gently and Martha came back to earth.

"Oh…hello, Sam."

"You were out."

"I was thinking."

"It must been something deep, for you not to hear that."

Martha looked over the shoulder and saw he red kettle smoking away.

"Blast!"

Without thinking, she got up and went straight to it, grabbing the handle on the top. She screamed when her hand touched the hot metal and quickly dropped the kettle on the floor letting hot water splash all over the place.

"Whoa!"

Sam quickly came to Martha's help, taking a look at her hand. It was red and starting to form blisters. Sam took her hand and placed it under cold water. Martha closed her eyes when the sting hit her, but stood still.

"I don't know what I was thinking." Martha said. "I was distracted."

"It's okay." Sam claimed closing the faucet. "Let me get you some ice. Where is it?"

"Freezer."

Whilst Sam was getting some ice, Martha sat down on the bench again. Her right hand was trembling and the pain was bothering her. She hated to get burn.

Sam returned with ice wrapped up in a green table cloth. In any other occasion, Martha would say no to that, because it was good table cloth, but right now…the pain was just too much.

"Come here. Let me see it." Martha showed her hand and Sam placed the bag on it. "How's it feel?"

"Heavenly." Martha said. She let out a smile. "I'm the doctor, but you're the one taking care of my burnt hand. Seems proper."

"I'm a man of many talents." Sam said.

He was holding the ice bag with his right hand and holding Martha's hand with his left. His fingers brushed her wrist and Sam could feel her strong pulse.

"Where's your brother?"

"He went out to take care of some things. Find a new hiding place for Kevin, see how Garth's doing and cover our tracks."

"What are you running from?"

"Should I answer alphabetically or chronologically?"

Martha shrugged, leaving him room to tell his story.

"I don't know why, but...I'm going to tell you."

"Tell me what?"

"What we do for a living. Even though, you know already."

Sam let out a heavy sigh and did something he never thought he would, he told Martha everything. He told the story of how Mary Winchester died, of how Jessica died the same way and how Azazel ruined his life. How he fell for Ruby, his addiction and how she helped destroy his relationship with his brother and start the Apocalypse. How he had to rebuild his relationship with Dean from the ground up and how both still had a hard time letting it all go, with good reason. Then he spoke of Kevin, about Leviathan, about the Tablet and Castiel.

It was a long story, through which Martha heard without a peep. Her face spoke for her; her eyes would grow big, an eyebrow would be arched or a smile would show in her face. She never interrupted.

When Sam was finished, Martha's hand had grown numb from the holding the ice.

"Why do I have the feeling that you, Winchesters, are the name for trouble?" She said setting the wet bag aside.

"I believe that makes us even more charming." Sam said. "Am I wrong?"

"No. You're not." Martha smiled "You do not catch a break with the ladies, though."

Sam threw his head back and laughed. He passed his hand through his brown hair.

"True. I am a screw up in that matter."

"I would say maybe you were looking in the wrong places, but I think it's safe to say that trouble finds you wherever you are." Sam looked Martha right in the eye. He had a serious face on, his eyes were this darker shade of green that almost looked brown. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No."

"Is there something on my face?"

"No." He said. "I'm just looking at you."

"Why?"

Sam got closer and Martha's heart skipped a beat.

"I like to look at beautiful things and here you are."

Martha was lost for words. Men had said that she was beautiful, in fact every time she went out with her friends, a twat or another tried to get his point across in a very rude way. Despite that, one thing was hearing that from the mouths of drunken baboons at the Drunk Captain, the other was hearing it from the mouth of Sam Winchester; a tall glass of handsome sitting just inches away from her face.

"Okay…" She said sliding off her bench. "I'm gonna make us some tea, yeah?"

She turned around walking towards the sink.

"I don't want tea, Martha." Sam's voice came right from behind her hear.

Sam's body was just millimeters away from hers. She could feel the heat emanating from him, his sweet smell, his breath on her neck and the soft touch of his hand on her harm. At moment, everything was just pure electricity.

Martha turned around and found Sam's serious face one more time. He was so close now, that their foreheads touched. Sam wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer in one move. She had a perfect figure, her curves were tempting and her parted lips demanded attention.

Sam leaned in for a try, but Martha moved her head back looking in his eyes. The younger Winchester softly placed a finger under chin, raising it so Martha could look directly at him and then…he leaned over kissing her gently.

Martha let herself be kissed and kissed back in the same way. Sam's body was melted to hers, so she allowed her hands to travel Sam's upper body to feel his firm chest, his big arms and broad shoulders. He was big, strong, tall...

Sam pushed Martha against the sink; the heat between the two was reaching levels never before imagined. They were discovering each other's lips and tongue, biting and sucking…

"Oh!" A voice said. Immediately, both Sam and Martha froze mid kiss looking at each other in complete surprise. "This is so awkward."