WOO here I am again! Sorry for the wait!

This Chapter got to be WAYYYYYYYY too long... so I Cut it in half. It was 16 pages when I cut it lol. Now its only 11.

So at least there's more to come soon! I hope that makes everyone feel a bit better hehe.

Ok well… let me know what you think…

Sam pulled his crappy Ford rental into a parking spot in front of the town library. Eerie Pennsylvania wasn't a large town at all but their library, at least from the outside, was a pretty good size.

Sam's mission was clear. He needed to find out about this weird stretch of road. It had to be connected to Organa and even Tracy's two missing friends somehow. And Damn it all, he was going to find out how!

Upon entering the quiet building, Sam went straight for the checkout desk. He found a middle-aged woman behind it with the stereotypical eyeglasses complete with the chain fastened to the earpieces.

"Excuse me."

The older woman lifted her eyes off of the screen in front of her and with an overly cheerful whisper she asked, "How can I help you."

The truth was hardly ever the way to go in their line of work and today was no different as Sam sputtered out the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm new in town and I was told by my neighbors to avoid this one road that's nearby."

The woman's reaction made Sam stop for a second. She definitely knew what he was talking about as her eyebrows lifted at the mention of it.

"… And um… I was just curious about it. I'd like to know more."

The librarian took a second to answer, like she was running the information through her head first.

"Well I'm sure you can get a fair amount of hearsay from your neighbors. More then you'd get here that is."

"Oh…" Sam replied, trying to sound as disappointed as he could. "See I'm not really into believing in supernatural things. I'm more of a scientific person so I figured I'd research it a little. Ya know… Find a reason for all of the odd environmental occurrences."

"Scientific person huh?" She questioned him with disbelief in her tone.

"Yes ma'am. I was a science major in college. I'm all about logic."

"Hmm…" Her eyes looked Sam up and down, making an opinion on Sam's motives with his looks. Sam put on the best fake smile he could muster. Honestly it was painful. His mind and heart just weren't into smiling and it was almost like his face muscles knew it as they fought the action for all they were worth.

"You aren't just some punk kid trying to develop more made up stories to spread around are you?"

"Ma'am? I don't follow you…?" He played dumb on her. "I just came to look up information. I'm not here to cause trouble. Apparently you get a lot from this topic huh?"

Sam's attempt to soften her up didn't seem to be working.

"Yes we do and I'm sick of hearing about it to be honest. There is nothing going on that's not normal on that road. Most of the stories you've probably already heard are made up just to scare people."

"But why would someone want to make up stories to scare people off the road?"

The Librarian was starting to get agitated with Sam's questions and her face started to turn a shade of crimson.

"How the hell should I know? Maybe its one of those farmers nearby trying to keep the kids out of their cow pastures and barns! If you ask me it's probably them who are doing the weird things! Now if you'll excuse me… I have some work to do here!"

Sam stepped back from the desk and nodded at the woman, accepting the fact that he'd pushed too many buttons on a sensitive subject. She'd be no help now but at least he got the impression that this road was definitely something to keep looking up.

"Thanks for your time then." He said kindly and turned to walk towards one of the open computers.

The sound of a "Humph" followed him and he shook his head. 'Nice town' he said to himself as he sat down in front of the machine.

The first thing she noticed as she forced open her eyelids was how dark it was. When she had fallen asleep there was still a flicker of light coming through the closed curtains. Nighttime must have arrived as she slept.

The second thing she noticed was a figure sitting at a small table near the door.

"Dean?" She garbled out. Sleep still clung to her voice.

"Yea…" He replied setting down the newspaper he just had his nose in. "Your up. You hungry?"

Jenn moved to sit herself up and stretched her sleeping muscles still trying to become more lucid.

"Umm… I don't know yet. Give me a minute."

She heard Dean give out a small chuckle and an "ok" before looking back to his reading.

"Do you ever sleep?"

"I think I've slept enough." The young hunter didn't even try to hide the snip in his voice as he said it either. Jenn decided to change the subject.

"What have you got there?"

"I went to the gas station next door for a coffee and grabbed some newspapers and stuff. Sammy took his laptop so I need to check out the current events the old fashioned way." He said before taking an other sip from the Styrofoam cup.

"Oh I see. Checking out what's new in the world since your… uh… long nap?" Jenn had to catch herself before she said Coma. Obviously it was a sour subject for Dean plus she didn't know if it would have been appropriate to call it that in front of the man it happened to. Hell she wasn't sure she even knew what she'd call it now.

Dean smiled through his sip.

"Na… I could give a shit less what is going on in this insane world... at least when it comes to politics and crap. I'm mostly looking for anything on missing women."

"Missing women!"

"Yea… The witch Sammy and I were going after before… how'd you put it? My long nap?" Dean had a nice laugh at that which thankfully lightened the mood before continuing. "… Has a bit of a taste for young girls."

Jenn stared at him for a minute trying to take in what he had just said. Her silence brought his attention to her and he glanced her way. The young girl had a bit of a glare in her eye as her eyebrows fused together in confusion and disgust.

"She doesn't really eat them Jenn… She sucks their souls out to keep her young."

Jenn let out a breath she was holding.

"Well I don't know why… but that's a relief. Not that it doesn't suck... ya know… to have your Soul ripped out and all."

Dean smiled at her. He didn't normally have the chance to see the look on people's faces when he explained the ins and outs of the paranormal and supernatural. He was beginning to realize it amused the hell out of him.

"Yea… Well anyways so far I don't see any indication that witch has been doing her dirty work. At least around here. I grabbed a few different newspapers so I have a lot of reading to do.

"Ok… Well let me know if you need any help."

Dean nodded at her and turned his attention back to his coffee and the newspapers. Jenn sat there watching him out of the corner of her eye in amusement.

The man certainly was an interesting individual. Even if you take away his odd job he was still so very complicated. Determination oozed off of him. The desperation to find his brother was huge and she knew Dean wouldn't truly rest until he found him.

And suddenly it hit her and she smacked herself in the head before even realizing her action.

Dean looked back up at her with large interested eyes.

"Did you just hit yourself?"

"Uh… yea. I didn't mean to actually do that. Was hoping to mentally kick my own ass."

"Why the hell did you just smack yourself?" Dean asked even more amused then he was before at her.

"Dean… I'm soo sorry!"

Now it was Dean's turn to be confused. The hunter set the paper and his cup down onto the small table and turned in his chair to face her.

"What for?"

"I … Earlier. I shouldn't have freaked out so much earlier. I'm sorry." A flashback of falling asleep on Dean's shoulder popped into her mind and she winced. She was just becoming friends with this man and had no other interest then that. Especially since the feeling she gets around him was more of a sibling connection then anything else. She didn't want to ruin a good friendship on… "weird" feelings. But she couldn't deny that he made her feel comfortable… and most of all SAFE.

"You don't have to be sorry about that. I should have expected it. That's a lot to handle all at once. I grew up knowing about this. You haven't."

"I know I know… It's more then just that. I'm sorry I fell asleep on you. I hope I didn't make things… ya know… Weird."

Dean chuckled to himself and stood up and walked over to sit next to Jenn on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry. I'm well aware that I'm irresistible. I don't blame you at all!"

Jenn looked up at him swiftly with a shocked expression. Was he serious!

Her face told all and Dean shook his head.

"I'm kidding Jenn."

Jenn let out air she didn't realize she was holding and reached over to smack the man on the shoulder… hard.

"You ass!"

"Sorry! It was just too easy! Jenn look. We just met and suddenly we're shacking up so to speak. Of course its gonna be weird. But as long as you don't grab my ass while I'm sleeping its all good."

"Nice…" she blurted out. "I'll make sure I keep my hands to myself then."

"Good… then that's settled."

Dean stood up and returned to his seat in front of the newspapers while Jenn stretched and slid her shoes on.

"Are you hungry? I'm gonna go out and see if I can find food."

"Na I'm good." Dean announced while lifting his coffee cup signaling that was his "food" at the moment.

"Are you sure? You should really eat."

Dean looked up at her and smiled.

"You're extremely motherly you know that?"

"So I've been told! Comes with the job too I guess."

"I can imagine. Well ok fine you twisted my leg. There's a diner alongside the motel. I guess I'll try out a burger and fries."

"Well there ya go! See that wasn't so hard!"

Jenn headed over to the door and pulled it open to reveal the outside world. She couldn't help but think of how different it was to her now after the last 24 hours. Dean must have noticed her slight pause and was up and throwing on his jacket before she could say or do anything.

"Come on I'll go with you." Dean grabbed the room key off of the little table and went to walk out the door with her.

"Dean you don't have to go with me. I'm a big girl ya know."

Deep down Jenn was scared, especially with those vampires around. She didn't want to go alone but she'd never admit that she was scared. She could have jumped for joy when Dean decided to go with her.

"I know you are a big girl but… I need some air and… well you shouldn't go alone."

"Thanks…" She said shyly.

Dean smiled and nodded at her before waiting for her to step out. He swung the door shut behind him.

Sam had sat there for hours in front of the library computer screen only to come up empty handed. He could have used his own laptop in a comfy chair back at Tracy's instead of the old wooden ones here.

Now after all this time all he had as a sore back and a bad attitude.

Sam brought his eyes up to the clock on the wall. It was a quarter to 9. The library would be closing soon and he couldn't find anything useful. All he had come across was the story on the bee attack and minor car accidents here and there.

There wasn't even one mention of weird occurrences. No floods… no nothing.

And even in Sam's logical mind the bee attack could honestly have been a tragic accident. If the kid was near a beehive it could have happened to anyone.

Couldn't it?

Exasperation grabbed a hold of the young Winchester and he groaned, running his hands over his tired face.

People were known for making up stories and actually believing in the lies. That lady he ran into on the road may have just been having fun with him.

"Damn it…" he muttered as he went to shut off the computer.

This had certainly felt like a waste of a day.

Sam pulled himself gratefully out of the wooden chair and headed for the door, careful to avoid eye contact with the disgruntle librarian still sitting behind the desk. She seemed to have paid no mind to him, almost like she chose to ignore him, and Sam headed out the double doors into the night air.

It was time to get back to Tracy's… maybe even get something to eat. He hadn't realized he was so hungry until now. He hadn't eaten hardly anything all day and felt his stomach start to growl at the thought.

Sam needed to remember to take care of himself now. Dean wasn't there anymore to remind him to eat or sleep or even breathe. He had realized a couple weeks into Dean's coma that he was coming apart. Not just because his brother was comatose but because he just wasn't there! He had lost at least ten pounds in that short amount of time and was extremely disappointed in himself for not going out to wash his clothes not nearly as much as he should have been.

He hadn't realized he needed someone so much. Dean had taken care of him since he was a little kid and even now at 22 years old Dean was still his caretaker in a way.

Sure when he was at Stanford he lived on his own. He did what he wanted when he wanted and that included eating. He wasn't incompetent but Sam suddenly realized that he had a reason to live when he was there… He had his Jessica.

Now… with no one… not even his father… it was hard to carry on. And eating certainly wasn't important to him anymore.

But he'd make Dean proud. He wouldn't give up on life.

If it was so important to his brother then he'd make it important to himself.

He'd hate to ruin years of Dean's hard work because after all… Dean was Sam's whole family rolled into one person. And there wasn't one person in the world he'd hate to disappoint more then his big brother.

At that thought Sam smiled… an actual honest to goodness smile graced his lips.

He knew exactly what his brother would have said to him if he knew the thoughts running through his head.

"No chick flick moments…" Sam said out loud, mimicking his brother's famous words.

Sam slid himself into the rental and took a big sigh. McDonalds… yea that had a nice ring to it. 'McDonald's here I come…' Sam said to himself while turning the key.

Dean and Jenn were both done with their meals but never once made any point to move. Dean fiddled with his napkin and Jenn was content in watching this small town diner and its occupants.

"I miss my cell phone…" Dean blurted out. "I feel naked without it."

"I said you could use mine Dean."

"I know… but it doesn't have all the numbers I have on mine. I'm not too good at remembering numbers. I'm better at legends and weapons." Dean laughed at himself and leaned his head on his hand.

"Well that's not such a bad thing either ya know. It makes me feel safer." She joked and reached over to push Deans elbow off the table.

Dean shot up and gave her a hurt confused look.

"What the hell…!"

"Didn't anyone tell you not to put your elbows on the table?" Her face was plastered with a playful smile and it was catching. Dean noticed he was smiling wide too.

"No I must have missed that lesson between target practice and learning Latin."

"Latin?"

"Yea… It was important to know. A lot of spells and counter spells are in Latin."

"Oh… Hmmm… I guess that kinda makes sense."

"Why's that?"

"Well there is a lot of Latin usage in Medicine. And I swear some doctors I've encountered where Witch Doctors."

"You really are a hoot. And you're prolly right about those doctors. There's a lot more evil out there then you'd think."

"That's really a scary thought." She responded, losing her smile.

"Well what can I say…" Dean said with a shrug and turned his attention to the door of the dinner opening.

He watched a group of what looked to Dean to be true blue tractor-trailer drivers. Complete with oil stained "trucker" hats and worn in jeans, they fit their stereotype perfectly. Unfortunately though, it looked like they had spent a little too much time at the bar down the road and stumbled in for some food to mix with the massive amounts of alcohol they had consumed that evening.

"Looks like they had a fun night." Dean said while keeping a sharp eye on the men fumbling to get into a booth just down the row from them.

"I don't even want to bother turning around. I smell them just fine from here." Jenn commented as she turned up her nose at the alcohol smell permeating from the group of men.

"Yea I think its time to leave."

"I'm with ya on that."

Dean stood up from the booth and reached into his pocket for money to pay for their food.

"Damn it… we didn't get a check did we."

"No… she didn't bring it over." Jenn said while looking at the table just to make sure she didn't miss it or something.

"Great… Ok. I'll be right back and if they try and talk to you ignore um."

Jenn nodded and picked up the napkin Dean was fumbling with earlier. She nervously started tearing off pieces of the napkin onto the table into a little pile as she watched Dean walk down the diner to the counter to talk to the waitress about their check.

I don't think either of them thought it would take long but after 5 minutes she could tell from Dean's posture against the counter that he was getting pissy.

Jenn looked down to her now completely formed pile of napkin shavings and proceeded to fix her little hill when she felt a presence behind her.

She looked up suddenly to see one of the large trucker guys' flop down next to her in the booth, causing her to be trapped in the seat.

"Well 'Hullo their lil Lady!" He slurred in her face. Jenn turned her head away in disgust of the smell of his breath. "Why you sittin here all by your lonesome?"

"I'm just waiting for my friend." She said while trying to inch away from him as much as she could. There wasn't enough room in the booth to get away.

"Friend huh? I got friends!" The inebriated man leaned to the side to see over the booth at his Trucker friends watching and smiling at the view in front of them. A couple of them hooted in excitement and shouted "Go Earl!" at the fact that their friend was talking to a girl. It was a disgusting display of maleness and it made Jenn sick.

"So I see. That's good." Jenn turned to look at Dean who was having a bit of an argument with a waitress and wished she could just scream out to him to come over and pull this nasty man away from her. But the man hadn't done anything to warrant it. He hadn't touched her or anything so she was hoping to coax him away politely as possible.

"You wanna hang out with me and ma friends?"

"No thanks. My friend and I are leaving now." Jenn looked back to Dean hoping to catch his eye and the trucker's eyes followed her gaze.

"You with that Feller over there?" He questioned with more slurring.

"Yes and we're about to leave. He's just paying the bill. So if you could excuse me. I'm gonna go."

"What do you see in that little guy? I'm much better looking and have all these muscles!" The man finally stood up and attempted a half-assed Flex of his flabby arms.

"That's wonderful but I really have to go." Jenn took this opportunity to slip out of the booth and started towards Dean.

"No I don't think so!"

And finally it happened. Something she was deeply trying to avoid… the nasty mans hands touching her.

Earl grabbed her shoulder hard and spun her back to him roughly. Jenn let out a cry as her body slammed up against his large sweaty smelling torso.

"Get off me!" she squeaked out. God how she hated how weak she was! She stood up to a vampire but couldn't so squat to a drunk Truck driver!

All the man did was laugh at her and Jenn looked back to the hunter. Finally she locked eyes with his hazel ones.

What she saw was scarier then any grief the drunken Truckers could ever give her.

If it were at all possible she would have expected flames to shoot out. Dean was NOT happy at all with what he saw and Jenn cheered inside as she saw him menacingly rush over.

And before she knew it the fight was on…

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm terrible! I'm sorry! But the next part is REALLY important and I didn't want it lost in this long garble LOL

Hopefully I'll get the rest up in a couple days! Obviously its half done LOL

Hope you liked this so far! OOO Dean is pissed!

The brothers are --->THISCLOSE ---