Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me. Neither does the Metallicar. If they did, they wouldn't drive around as often as they do and that car would be a lot dirtier. Maybe I can borrow them so I can think up new things to put here. Oh, that's right, I don't own the songs either. Damn.

Author's Note: Alright, let's get the nitty gritty out of the way first. Constructive criticism is good, but flames never helped anyone. Anonymous reviews accepted. Speaking of reviews, I don't ask for one every chapter, because I don't do that, but come on, one this chapter, just one. Please. I just want to know if I'm truly as crap as I think I am. On with the story I spose.

Dean sneaks into the room. He sees Sam sleeping on his bed. It's almost seven a.m. and if Sam knew about him being out for this long, there would be hell to pay.

Dean sees the laptop sitting next to Sam's bed.

'He must have been doing some research last night.'

Knowing that Wonder Boy would have found out something and would be eager to share, he figures out a plan of action. He silently closes the door behind him and walks over to his duffel bag. He finds some fresh clothes, well, as fresh as they're going to get at the moment, and walks to the bathroom, making sure to create as little noise as possible. He turns on the shower.

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Sam wakes up. He turns to look at the alarm clock. It's seven in the morning. He groans.

He had had a peaceful sleep, but he had only gone to sleep about five hours ago. Dean had not gotten back by then, but Sam didn't want to ring him. It would probably have gone to voicemail anyway.

Then Sam realises that the shower is running.

'That must be the reason I'm awake.' Sam thinks to himself. 'Screw Dean. I'm going back to sleep. It's his fault I'm tired anyway.'

This was not just passing the blame. After all, he really did wait up for Dean so he could tell him an interesting fact about the witch they are hunting. Sleep steals back Sam's consciousness, just as he remembers what he read. Fyffe JeJuna had a grudge against the person that sent her to the stake. She cursed them and said that she would wipe out their bloodline if it was the last thing she would do…………

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Sam wakes up abruptly.

"Hey little brother. Had a nightmare?"

Sam turns to his right and sees Dean sitting on his bed, tying up his boots. "No, just a bad dream."

"What's the difference?" Dean raises an eyebrow at Sam.

"My nightmares come true. My bad dreams are just that, bad dreams." Sam rubs his eyes, hoping what he saw was a bad dream. He prays that's all it was. A figment of his imagination.

"Touché. What are we up to today?"

"Researching."

"Of course." Dean says in a bored tone.

"What's the time?"

Dean looks at the clock. "It's eight."

"We should be able to leave for the library as soon as I have my shower."

Sam goes over to his duffel bag.

"What did you dream about Sammy?"

Sam tenses. "It's Sam." Then he turns to the bathroom door and walks through, not once looking at his brother.

"Well, that was an interesting reaction." Dean says to himself, gazing at the bathroom door.

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It's nine and the Winchesters are in their Chevy, pulling into the library's parking lot.

"It's pretty deserted Wonder Boy."

Sam purses his lips a bit.

"It's only just opened Young Nastyman."

"I swear I've heard that before……"

"It doesn't matter Dean, let's go."

Sam gets out of the car and Dean follows.

"I just thought," Dean remembers, as he follows Sam, "did you find anything last night when you did some research?"

"You shouldn't think Dean, really, it's dangerous. To answer your question, yes I did, but I don't remember what it was. Now, I have a question for you. Where were you last night?"

"College boy doesn't remember something. Wow."

Dean smirks. Sam stops and turns around.

"You didn't answer me Dean. I need to know you weren't doing something stupid that might enrage whatever the hell this thing is."

"Fine. I had a coffee with Ella. Happy?"

"For 4 hours? Actually, you know what? I don't want to know, so just forget I asked." Sam enters the library and heads straight to the non-fiction books, with Dean going to the computers.

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"Three hours and I've only found one thing. Listen to this:

Fyffe JeJuna was a very powerful witch that was burned at the stake here in Salem."

"We already knew that Sam." Dean says in frustration.

"Let me finish first Dean.

'She had a best friend that she told everything to. All except one thing, and that was the fact she was a witch. That is, until the authorities found out who she was. She went to her friend, seeking protection. The friend unknowingly let her into her house, thinking that they were mistaken. Fyffe was given sleeping quarters in a secret room that not many people had known about. Her friend sat down with her one day and wanted to know all the facts. JeJuna confided in her and thought it was all going to be okay. Her friend was very understanding. Then one day, the authorities burst into her room and took her into custody. That very afternoon, she was tied to the stake and burnt. Fyffe JeJuna's last ever statement was that she would get revenge on her supposed friend. That she would kill her and all of her bloodline. Then all that could be heard from then on were shrieks of pain and cheers from the crowd. After it was over, Fyffe JeJuna left only one worldly possession and that was her locket. Records say that this locket was taken by the best friend and handed down through the generations.'

That's it."

"So there's nothing on the actual locket itself or the best friend or what happened to the best friend?"

"Nothing, Dean. That's it."

"Well, there's obviously a curse, with a vengeful spirit behind it, at work. It must go through the locket. Ella collected all Cindy's jewellery, didn't she?"

"Most of it. She said that some of it was collected by other people though."

"I don't remember her saying that."

"You wouldn't." Sam states simply.

"Anyway, we have to find out about what happened to that locket and who the best friend was and who the next descendant is."

"I realise this Dean, so I'm commandeering the computers."

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"The library is closed now, sorry."

"Oh, okay. Thanks, I'll get out of here."

Sam rubs his eyes. Dean is out in the Impala, having a rest. Sam didn't realise how long he's been searching for information. He found out that the locket had indeed been picked up by the best friend, whose name was Kadee Tata, and passed along the line. He hadn't found a picture of the locket so he could check whether Ella had picked it up or not, for they had pretty much confirmed Dean's suspicions, which made Sam more nervous. Which made Sam think maybe it was a nightmare after all. He couldn't think that way though, not until he was pretty sure. Though, mind you, he was pretty sure. No, he wasn't going to think that way. He refuses to think that way.

Collecting up all of his and Deans things, he heads out of the door. He's on the stairs when he hears something.

I want to love you, but I better not touch,
I want to hold you but my senses tell me to stop.

Sam realises Deans phone is ringing, so he shuffles all of the things around.

I want to kiss you but I want it too much,
I want to taste you but your lips are venomous poison.

Sam sees an unfamiliar number and thinks for about a second before he decides to answer. If it's one of the many girls Dean sleeps with, Sam can brush her off. If it's a job, he'll politely decline or inform them that they will be there soon. If it's the authorities, he can hang up. What he wasn't prepared for though was the voice that came from the other end.

"Sam here."

"Oh! Hey Sam! How's it going?"

"Ella?"

"Yeah. I just called to ask when you guys should be back."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Didn't Dean tell you? I'm taking you guys out for a decent meal. I mean, after last night, I kind of owe you guys one."

"No, he didn't. Well, we should be home soon. We just finished up at the library."

"Oh yeah. How's the case going?"

Sam didn't realise that Dean had walked up to him.

"What's the hold up Sammy? I saw that hot librarian walk out and you hadn't come back. Wait a minute. That's my mobile. Give it here." Dean snatches his mobile out of Sam's hand. "Hello?"

"Hey Dean."

"Oh, hey Ella. How are you?"

"Yeah, good. How come you didn't tell Sam about the whole dinner thing?"

"Oh, it slipped my mind, that's all." Dean clears his throat. "Well, I'll see you soon. We're about to head back to the motel now. See you then."

"Yeah, see you."

"What are you waiting for Sammy? Let's go! We have a hot date to go to." Dean flashes a grin before walking to his car and hopping in. Sam follows, brooding slightly. (A/N: Couldn't help myself, lol.)

Author's Note: Nothing to say here, all said up the top. I'll just beg and plead with you one more time for just one review. Even if it's one word that has nothing to do with the story, at least then I'll know someone's reading this and I shouldn't stop. Alright, I'm gone. Bye. Oh, Deans ringtone is Poison by Alice Cooper, but I want to see if anyone knows the reference I made to a song in here.