Prologue: After Sammy saved Sam from a group of hunters that had been possessed by demons, the two officially became a couple, and John left again, leaving the four to hunt alone again. After leaving St. Louis, Dean, Sam, Carli and Sammy, arrive in Manning, Colorado, where people have been disappearing, mainly off a single highway. Dean and Sam suspect it's something they had once faced in the past, but they're still unsure. What do you think it is? And where are the people disappearing to?

Lifeless PT.2

A woman looking to be around twenty six years old, wearing a pair of badly ripped jeans, a denim vest, and a white, long sleeved top underneath stood with her hands on her hips, looking to be slightly agitated inside an old pub, obviously waiting for someone to arrive. Glancing up at the clock that was sitting high on the wall across the room from her, she then let out a sigh, before tapping her fingernails on the surface impatiently on the surface of the table she was currently standing at.
"Can I help you?" a lady with short blonde hair, looking to be around forty years old asked, as she approached the woman holding a round tray full of empty beer bottles. She was wearing a white button down shirt and black pants, with a black apron over the top.
The woman looked at the older woman, slightly annoyed. Why did people always have to annoy her by asking her such useless and annoying questions? She just wanted those she was waiting for to hurry up and arrive already- so then she could get away from the place. "How about half a dozen beers?" she asked, her voice hinting agitation, and that sent the bartender on her way. Giving another sigh, the woman then moved and sat down at a round table, where she then looked around the pub. Stupid humans... never really knowing what went on in the world.
Even though it was only ten o'clock at night, a lot of the men inside were either drunk, trying to hit on sober women, or were lying unconscious on the floor. Typical men, always thinking they could drink more than what they actually could. Hearing the door open, the woman looked up and watched a guy her age, along with a girl, enter the room, closing the door heavily behind them. Noticing the woman sitting all by herself at one of the tables nearby, the guy who had just entered gave a smirk as he and the girl approached her and sat down across the table from her, a smirk also on the girl's lips.

"It's good to see that you got here in one piece..." the woman stated sarcastically, letting out a sigh as the bartender placed half a dozen of full beer bottles in the middle of the table, before she left. "I never thought you were going to show."
"It's all Jamie's fault," the other woman stated, who looked to be a couple of years younger. Obviously she was talking about the guy sitting next to her. "He decided to take a detour and feed on a young girl passing through."
The guy known as Jamie simply shrugged his shoulders as he opened one of the beer bottles sitting on the table in front of him, and he took a swig. "I couldn't help myself," he stated simply, giving a small smirk. "She looked nice enough for my liking."
The woman rolled her eyes at Jamie's comment, before she turned to the girl sitting next to him. "Have you smelt it yet?" she questioned, causing Jamie to look at the two oddly before he took yet another swig of his beer. "Have you smelt fresh blood not too far away?"
"Kate, there's fresh blood in this room- and all over the world for godsake!" Jamie exclaimed, causing Kate to roll her eyes again. He seriously didn't have a clue as to what she was on about. She could smell them- and they were nearby. The one's that had killed Luthor, the one she had loved.
"You remember those three men that showed up and killed Luthor about a year ago?" Kate continued, as the girl nodded her head in agreement. "I have a distinct feeling they're not too far away from here."

The girl sitting next to Jamie took a deep breath in and out, before she smelt the air around her. Besides being able to smell smoke from cigarettes nearby, along with the smell of beer on Jamie's breath, the girl could smell fresh blood, belonging to none other than Dean and Sam Winchester. "I remember," she stated finally, as she opened a bottle of beer like Jamie had done so before her. She then took a swig of it before she continued, "the stupid bastards killed Luthor and took the Colt with 'em."
Kate nodded her head in agreement as Jamie looked at the girl sitting beside him, wanting to know what she was on about, as well as Kate. "So you're telling me you let the Colt fall into the hands of some humans?" he asked, surprised how that could even happen.
Kate shook her head. "If Brooke hadn't have pulled me back-"
"You would've been dead," she stated, stopping Kate from continuing. "Anyway, that's not the point. Those bastards are back in town, and now it's time for revenge. We'll get 'em this time, and I won't be holding you back."
Jamie nodded his head and made a face, to say that he agreed with the idea, even though he didn't know who the two women were talking about. Placing the half empty bottle of beer onto the table in front of him, he then adjusted the black headband that was sitting on his head. He then placed the headband at the front of his head, covering the parts where you could clearly see the roots of his hair, just above his forehead. He also had short, messy and spikey blonde hair, which usually stuck in many different directions, but since he was wearing a headband, his hair only stood in the backwards direction.

"Do these guys know where to find us?" he finally asked, before he lifted the bottle of beer from the table and took another swig of his beer. After a couple of minutes of waiting for Kate to answer, Jamie had then moved onto his second bottle of beer.
Kate gave an evil smirk as she snatched the beer bottle from Jamie's hand, her eyes showing amusement. "Oh, don't worry about that. Those two know exactly where to find us," she stated, before she, herself, took a swig of Jamie's beer, not caring that Jamie was annoyed with her about it.
"Well..." Jamie stated, as he snatched back his beer bottle from Kate, before he took a swig of the alcohol, "I'd like to meet these two bastards and see what they really know about vampires."
"Don't underestimate them though," Kate said suddenly, causing Jamie to look at her questionably, "because they were the ones who got the Colt, and killed Luthor."

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Dean sat behind the steering wheel of his black, '67 Chevy Impala, with only one hand on the wheel. He currently had his cell phone up to his right ear, and he was talking to Sam, who had stayed behind in the motel room with Sammy. Sitting beside Dean, in the front passenger seat, was Carli, who hadn't uttered a single word to Dean since the two had gotten into the car, and vice versa. The silence that was sitting around the two hunters was one of those filled with a lot of tension, just waiting to bubbly to the surface.
"Okay, gotcha," Dean said into the phone, before he flipped his phone shut and hung up. Placing his cell phone into one of his pockets, he then placed both of his hands onto the steering wheel in front of him. As soon as he and Carli had gotten into his car, which had been about ten o'clock at night, rain had settled in, making it very dangerous to drive at high speeds on a dark road. Even though Dean had the headlights on, it was still very difficult to see up ahead, seeing as how the rain was now bucketing down.
Carli let out a sigh as she drummed her fingers on the dashboard in front of her, wanting Dean to talk to her. What had she done to make Dean so angry? She didn't have a clue as to why Dean wasn't talking to her, so it made her annoyed with him. Suddenly becoming annoyed with her own drumming of her fingers, Carli then propped her elbow against the side of the car, before she held her face in her hand. The silence that had been lingering between the two of them since they had gotten into the car was absolutely ridiculous! It was starting to drive Carli nuts.
Carli suddenly cleared her throat as she sat up properly, before she turned her head to face Dean, who was staring at the dark and wet road in front of him. "Dean, is there something wrong?" she questioned, hoping he'd finally talk to her. She really wanted to know what was wrong with him.

"Everything's fine," he answered, not taking his eyes off the road, which seemed to annoy Carli even more.
Carli let out a sigh as she ran a hand through her hair and then over her face. Now she was becoming extremely annoyed with Dean's behaviour. Why couldn't he just tell her, straight to her face, what the hell he was annoyed about, and she knew that it had something to do with her. "Seriously, if you've got an issue with something, I'd like to hear it."
Dean turned the steering wheel of his Impala, causing it to drive off the road and onto a large patch of dirt, which had now turned into mud. He then put his foot on the brake, causing his car to slowly roll to a stop, before he pulled the keys from the ignition. He then turned to face Carli, and he felt like he wanted to snap at her for just being there beside him, or for even opening her mouth. "You're the issue- that's what!" he exclaimed, finally snapping, his hazel eyes flashing as he glanced in Carli's direction. He then turned away from her as he propped his elbow against the side of the car, where he turned his head and rested the side of his index finger against his lips.
Carli couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I'm the issue?" she repeated, clearly not understanding. "What have I done to you? Oh, let me guess. I got attacked by an old friend who happened to be a guy and was possessed by a demon- and oh yeah- you just happened to kill him. Yeah, I can clearly see what the problem is."

Dean gave a small smirk and chuckle as he turned again to face Carli, his hazel eyes never leaving hers. "Don't act like you don't know!" he cried, his voice growing more harsher and demanding by the second. "I'm the one who has to carry your sorry ass all over America and the only way you can repay me is by lying to me? Some good friend you turned out to be."
Carli seriously couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked unsteadily around the car, before she was finally able to sum up the courage to look into Dean's hazel eyes, even though they had been locked only seconds earlier. "What the hell? Since when have I lied to you? I told you about my family- you're the first one to have actually understood what it's like to lose a loved one! Since when have I lied about that?"
Dean pulled off his seatbelt and moved further away from Carli, so that his back was leaning against the side of the door. "I've told you the truth ever since I've stepped into your life- ever since we met on the side of the road!"
Now it was Dean's turn to be more upset than before. "Yeah, the side of the road..." he mumbled sarcastically, as he looked ahead to avoid Carli's piercing hazel green eyes. Closing his eyes tightly, he then looked back at Carli, his own eyes piercing hers. "You've lied to me since day one! You lied about knowing my dad, about knowing me and Sam- and Sammy as well! Don't you dare act like you don't know what I'm talking about!"

Carli opened her mouth to speak, but Dean stopped her and continued. He was getting more angry by the second. "And then you go ahead and call our dad behind our backs! You go ahead and tell him everything that we've done or what we're doing- so he's always one step ahead or us!"
Carli desperately shook her head. "And where'd you manage to figure all that out!?" she demanded, her anger also rising. Who the hell did Dean think he was? Some god who could rule over just about anyone he ever came across!?
"You know what? I'm sick of this..." Dean finally stated, as he placed a hand to his forehead.
Carli was also beginning to become fed up. "I'm allowed to call your dad whether you like it or not!" she exclaimed, causing Dean's hatred to grow even more. "I don't need your permission to call him! He's my godfather for godsake! And besides which, you're not the boss of me and what I do!"
"Yeah, and he's my father!" Dean retorted, before he paused for a second. He was obviously thinking about something- maybe something else to say to Carli.

Carli let out an aspirated sigh. "I give up," she said, raising her hands up to show that she had given in. "You win." Pulling her duffel bag off the floor of the Impala in front of her, Carli then opened the door beside her and climbed out into the pouring rain, before slamming it behind her.
Dean couldn't believe what Carli was doing. Why the hell had she just gotten out of the Impala and into the pouring rain? Stupid bitch...
"I seriously can't believe you!" Carli suddenly cried, as Dean also climbed out of the car and the two were now getting drenched to the bone. "I never lied to you! I don't know how you came up with all that crap!"
Dean let out a sigh as the rain kept pouring down, his hair now sticking to the top of his head. He then looked over at Carli and saw that tears were now rolling down her face uncontrollably. "Carli- what the hell do you think you're doing!? Get back in the car!" Dean demanded, but Carli simply shook her head. "I swear I'll leave your ass if you don't get back in the car!"
Carli looked in Dean's direction, a sad expression written across her face. "Well, I'm glad we see eye-to-eye," she stated, causing Dean to cock an eyebrow.
"Well, then don't expect me to come running after you!" Dean exclaimed, causing Carli to shudder and then shrug her shoulders. She wanted to show him that she didn't care, even though what he had just said cut her deeply.
"I never want to see you again until you can sum up the courage to come and find me and apologise!" Carli cried, as more tears ran down her cheeks. Dean might've said he wasn't going to go and find her, but that was what exactly she wanted him to do.
Dean held up his hands, to show that he had now given up like she had done so earlier. "Fine," he agreed, before he backed away towards the front driver's door of his Impala. "Don't expect it to be anytime soon."

Carli stubbornly crossed her arms over her chest and turned away as Dean climbed back into his Impala, now soaking wet. Even though she was trying to be strong on the outside, her heart was slowly breaking on the inside. Her hair was now dripping wet, along with her clothes, spirit and heart. To make it all worse, more tears were running down her face, as the door of the Impala slammed shut, and the realisation of her being alone hit her.
Carli then quickly looked up as the roar of the ignition was heard and she turned around as the Impala began to roll back out onto the road.

You and I,
we were one,
and I swore it'd stay this way forever,
but they say, all good things come to an end,
my friend.

Now it's time,
to move on,
but don't think that this is easy,
'cos it's hard to be leaving you behind,
but you'll be fine...

Oh, so if you believe,
say a prayer for me,
I won't be here tomorrow,
somewhere I gotta be.
Things you want to say,
save them for another day,
'cos I can hear the angels calling,
Angels calling for me...

Does it help,
if I say,
that I'm really truly sorry?
And that I never meant for it to end- this way.

There's a place,
in your heart,
where you know you'll always find me,
and I'll be with you wherever you are.
Near or far...

Oh, so if you believe,
say a prayer for me,
I won't be here tomorrow,
somewhere I gotta be.
Things you want to say,
save them for another day,
'cos I can hear the angels calling,
Angels calling for me...

Oh, so if you believe,
say a prayer for me,
I won't be here tomorrow,
somewhere I gotta be.
Things you want to say,
save them for another day,
'cos I can hear the angels calling,
Angels calling for me...

You and I,
we were one,
and I swore it'd stay forever,
but they say all good things come to an end,
my friend...

Dean looked into his rear view mirror at Carli, who was getting smaller as the Impala drove further and further away from her. Dean couldn't help but glance every half a second or so to make sure she hadn't moved. Even though he and Carli had just had a huge argument, he couldn't help but want to have her sitting beside him, to make sure she was okay. But now she was gone, until he could sum up the courage to get her back...

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Sam sat on one of the single beds in the motel room, and he looked up as soon as he heard the front door of the room unlock. Thinking that Dean, Carli and his father had arrived, Sam quickly jumped to his feet, and Sammy joined him by his side. But as soon as the door opened, both Sam and Sammy got the biggest surprise of their lives when only Dean walked through the door, and he wasn't with Carli or John. It was just him. What the hell had happened to Carli? And where the hell was John? Hopefully all of those questions were going to be answered...
Dean walked in through the door, drenched to the bone, his hair sticking to the top of his head. Sam quickly shut the door behind him and locked it a couple of seconds later. "Dean- what happened?" he asked finally, managing to get the words to escape his mouth. "Where's Carli? And dad?" He was hoping for the worst, because he was starting to guess what had happened to Dean, and where Carli had disappeared to.
"They're not here," Dean answered bluntly, as he threw his wet shirts across the room, not caring where they landed. He was now more agitated then he was before. He didn't want to talk to no one, let alone his younger brother or his girlfriend.
"Thank you Captain Obvious," Sammy stated sarcastically, before she approached Dean. Knowing the reason why Dean was acting more- rude than before, and why his clothes were drenched, Sammy put two and two together. "I can't believe you," she said, her eyes making contact with Dean's, "I can see why Carli left."
Dean threw his soaking pair of jeans across the room out of frustration, leaving him in only a pair of black, silk boxers. "I don't need any crap from you either," he stated, as he pulled a clean pair of boxers from his duffel bag. "And I don't think you have a say in this at all," he continued, as he headed towards the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind him. Why the hell couldn't they leave him alone? That was all he wanted. Was it simply too much to ask for? Of course it was, considering the two other hunters were very nosy people.

Sam looked at the locked bathroom door, before he turned to face Sammy. What was going on? "Where's Carli?" he finally asked, even though he knew the answer himself. Sammy grabbed his hand and sat down next to him on one of the double beds, making him sit down as well. Sam just needed to hear it from Sammy, because he knew his older brother only too well.
"Dean and Carli had a fight," Sammy explained, her voice hinting a little bit of frustration and annoyance, "Carli's gone. Who knows where- and it's because of Dean."
Sam shook his head before he quickly jumped to his feet. Running a hand over his face, Sam then let out a sigh before he approached the locked bathroom door and began to pound his hand forcefully against the wood.
"Sam!" Sammy cried, as she desperately jumped to her feet and ran to Sam's side. She then grabbed his arm which was pounding against the door, causing him to stop. "Sam! Stop it! This is none of our business!" Sammy then stepped in between Sam and the door, before she pushed him away. "Sam! Please! Just let Dean figure this out on his own! It's his fault so he should be the one who has to fix it!"
Sam knew this was going to happen. He knew that one of the two was going to get hurt, either it be Carli, or Dean. Sam just couldn't believe that Carli had left, just before they were going to face off with a group of vampires. Now what were they going to do if they were down on a hunter?



Well, here's the second part of this episode. The tension between Dean and Carli has finally escaped, and well, she's finally had enough of all the crap Dean was giving her, even though I believe he hardly gave it to her though. Hopefully I gave you both their points of view on the topic, just so you all know where they're opinions are coming from. They might not all necessary be true, but that's just how they see it. Oh yeah- the song that was playing in the 'background' as Dean was driving away was 'Angels Calling' by Rooster! I would recommend you all to listen to it, because I think it fitted the situation perfectly- as to why I chose it for this chapter. So anyway, please R&R if you haven't done so already!