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Dean, Isabeau and Sam pull up at the curb and across the street, Matt gets off a school bus and begins walking.

"Isn't his house that way?" Dean asks, pointing in the opposite direction.

"Yup." Sam confirms.

"So where's he goin'?" Dean asks.

They get out of the car and begin following Matt. They find him in the woods, examining a leaf bug.

"Hey, Matt. Remember me?" Isabeau asks with a smile.

Matt looks at them confused, "What are you doin' out here?"

"Well, we wanna talk to you." Dean says.

Matt shakes his head, "You're not here to buy a house, are you?" Dean shakes his head. "W-wait. You're not serial killers?" Matt asks.

The three laugh. "No, no. No, I think you're safe." Sam says.

"So, Matt... you sure know a lot about insects." Dean says.

"So?"

Dean nods, "Did you hear what happened to Lynda, the realtor?"

Matt nods, "I hear she died this morning."

"Mm, that's right. Spider bites." Dean hisses out the last part. Isabeau rolls her eyes.

Sam glances at Dean, "Matt... you tried to scare her with a spider."

Matt looks at all of them, "Wait. You think I had something to do with that?"

Dean purses his lips, "You tell us."

"That tarantula was a joke. Anyway, that wouldn't explain the bee attack or the gas company guy." Matt brings up the previous attacks.

Isabeau tilts her head, "You know about those?"

Matt nods, "There is somethin' going on here. I don't know what... but something's happening with the insects. Let me show you something."

He picks up his backpack and beings walking with them to another area.

"So, if you knew about all this bug stuff, why not tell your dad? Maybe he could clear everybody out." Isabeau suggests to Matt.

"Believe me, I've tried. But, uh, Larry doesn't listen to me." Matt says.

Isabeau furrows her brow, "Why not?"

Matt crosses his arms, "Mostly? He's too disappointed in his freak son."

Sam scoffs, "I hear you."

Dean looks at Sam, "You do?"

Sam turns and gives him a look, and turns back to Matt, "Matt, how old are you?"

"Sixteen."

"Well, don't sweat it, because in two years, something great's gonna happen." Sam says.

"What?"

"College. You'll be able to get out of that house and away from your dad." Sam tells him.

"What kind of advice is that? Kid should stick with his family." Dean says from behind.

Sam sighs and glares at him.

Isabeau thought to herself. She stayed close with her family, but branching out from them had been harder than she thought. She's always going to have them in her life, but she needs to make one of her own as well. The occasional visits don't hurt, but she was 23 years old. Isabeau should have a place of her own, her parents should only have her brothers to worry about.

Isabeau shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, "How much further, Matt?"

"We're close."

Sam glares at Dean one more time. Isabeau groans, "White flag boys, white flag." She walks away and they both follow. A few moments later, they reach a large clearing. The sounds of hundreds of different insects can be heard among the trees.

Isabeau shakes her head. All of the insects were speaking so loud and a lot of them were angry.

"I've been keeping track of insect populations. It's, um, part of an AP science class." Matt tells them.

"You two are like peas in a pod." Dean says.

Sam ignores him, "What's been happening?"

"Well, a lot. I mean, from bees to earthworms, beetles... you name it. It's like they're congregating here." Matt explains.

"Why?" Dean asks.

Matt shrugs, "I don't know."

"What's that?" Sam points to a dark patch of grass a few feet away. Curious, they walk over to it and discover hundreds of worms. Isabeau steps on some of them, and they fall into the ground, creating a hole. She crouches down and sticks her hand in, moving around in the hole.

Isabeau licks her lips, feeling something hard, "There's somethin' down there."

With a blank expression, she grabs a hold of the object she was feeling and she brings her hand back up. In her hand, covered in dirt and worms, is a human skull.

Sam, Isabeau and Dean pull up outside the local university and get out of the car. Sam takes off his jacket, placing it over the box of bones and takes it out from the backseat and heads towards the building.

"So, a bunch of skeletons in an unmarked grave." Sam says.

Dean purses his lips, "Yeah. Maybe this is a haunting. Pissed off spirits? Some unfinished business?"

"Yeah, maybe. Question is, why bugs? And why now?" Isabeau asks.

"That's two questions." Dean says to her and glances at Sam, "Yeah, so with that kid back there... why'd you tell him to just ditch his family like that?"

Sam kisses his teeth, "Just, uh... I know what the kid's goin' through."

"How 'bout tellin' him to respect his old man, how's that for advice?" Dean says. Isabeau winces, taking a step back from the two as they stop.

"Dean, come on. This isn't about his old man. You think I didn't respect Dad. That's what this is about." Sam says.

Dean licks his lips, "Just forget it, all right? Sorry I brought it up."

"I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough." Sam says.

"So what are you sayin'? That Dad was disappointed in you?"

"Was?" Sam scoffs, "Is. Always has been." Isabeau frowns, now that wasn't true.

Dean shakes his head, "Why would you think that?"

"Because I didn't wanna bowhunt or hustle pool - because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak." Sam states.

Dean nods, "Yeah, you were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters." Isabeau rolls her eyes. He can't go one second without making a joke.

"Dean, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house." Sam says.

"I remember that fight. In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases comin' out of your mouth."

Sam scoffs with a bitter smirk, "You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad... I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me."

"Sam, Dad was never disappointed in you. Never. He was scared." Dean tells him.

"What are you talkin' about?"

"He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talkin'... he used to swing by Stanford whenever he could." Dean admits and Sam's smirk fades.

Isabeau shifts from foot to foot, "To keep an eye on you." She tells Sam, both brothers turning toward her. "To make sure you were safe."

"What?" Sam asks in disbelief. Isabeau looks down, kicking herself for telling him. It was Dean's place to tell him.

Dean turns back to Sam, "Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me any of that?" Sam asks Dean.

"Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone." Dean tells him. They turn to Isabeau, "Beau?" Sam calls her.

Isabeau steps up to them, "John occasionally called me to ask how you were doing. He knew I still kept in touch with you while you were at Stanford. I never really told him anything, just that you were fine. I would never take your privacy away from you. It's your choice to share it." Isabeau walks away from the two and heads into the building.

Sam stares after Isabeau sadly.

"Come on, we're gonna be late for our appointment." Dean says and walks away from Sam.

"So, you three are students?" The Professor asks Sam, Isabeau and Dean. They get up from their seats in the classroom.

"Yeah. Yeah, uh, we're in your class - Anthro 101?" Sam lies to the Professor.

"Oh, yeah."

"So, what about the bones, Professor?" Dean asks.

"This is quite an interesting find you've made. I'd say they're 170 years old, give or take. The timeframe and the geography heavily suggest Native American." The Professor explains.

"Were there any tribes or reservations on that land?" Isabeau asks.

The Professor shakes his head, "Not according to the historical record. But the, uh, relocation of native peoples was quite common at that time."

"Right. Well, are there any local legends? Oral histories about the area?" Sam asks.

The Professor sighs, "Well... you know, there's a Euchee tribe in Sapulpa. It's about sixty miles from here. Someone out there might know the truth."

Dean nods, "All right."

Dean, Sam and Isabeau are driving through Sapulpa. They stop and ask a Native American man for directions. Once he directs them where to go, they thank him and drive away.

They park the car, and get out. Isabeau, Dean and Sam enter the diner and find another Native American man playing cards at a table.

"Joe Whitetree?" Sam asks. The man nods. "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right."

"We're students from the university." Dean says.

"No, you're not. You're lying." Joe calls Dean out. Isabeau smiles a bit.

Dean is taken aback, "Well, truth is-"

"You know who starts sentence with "truth is"? Liars." Joe tells him.

Dean exchanges a look with Sam and Isabeau.

Isabeau sighs, "Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the Atoka Valley."

"I like her. She's not a liar." Joe tells Dean who looks angry. "I know the area."

"What can you tell us about the history there?" Sam asks.

"Why do you wanna know?" Joe asks.

Isabeau licks her lips, "Something... something bad is happening in Oasis Plains. We think it might have something to do with some old bones we found down there - Native American bones."

Joe nods, "I'll tell you what my grandfather told me, what his grandfather told him. 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, woman, 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."

Dean nods, "Insects. Sounds like nature to me. Six days."

"And on the night of the sixth day, none would survive." Joe says.

Sam and Dean exchange a look.

Joe reaches out and takes Isabeau's hand, patting it. The three of them look at Joe confused. "Though nature never hurts it's mother."

Sam, Isabeau and Dean are walking back to the car. "When did the gas company man die?" Sam asks.

"Uh, let's see, we got here Tuesday, so, Friday the twentieth." Dean answers.

"March twentieth. Ostara."

"That's the spring equinox." Sam says, recalling that was the name for the wiccan holiday.

Isabeau nods, "Also, Dion's birthday." She says to herself. Her and her brothers were all born on wiccan holidays.

"The night the sun and the moon share the sky as equals." Dean continues.

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

"And on the sixth night - that's tonight." Dean says.

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

Isabeau huffs, "You don't break a curse. You get out of its way. We've gotta get those people out now."

They get in the car and drive away.

Dean is driving while talking on the phone with Larry, "Yes, Mr. Pike, there's a mainline gas leak in your neighborhood."

"God, really? And how big?" Larry asks.

"Well, it's fairly extensive. I don't want to alarm you, but we need your family out of the vicinity for at least twelve hours or so, just to be safe." Dean says.

"And who is this, again?"

"Travis Weaver. I work for Oklahoma Gas and Power." Dean answers.

"Uh-huh. Well, the problem is, I know Travis. He's worked with us for a year, so who is this?"

"Uh…" Panicked, Dean hangs up.

"Give me the phone." Sam takes the phone from Dean and dials a number.

Matt answers, "Hello?"

"Matt, it's Sam."

"Sam, my backyard is crawling with cockroaches." Matt says, panicked.

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

"What, why?"

Sam glances at Dean, "Because something's coming."

"More bugs?" Matt asks.

Sam glances back in the rear-view mirror. Isabeau nods at Sam. "Yeah, a lot more." Sam confirms.

"My dad doesn't listen in the best of circumstances, what am I supposed to tell him?"

"You've gotta make him listen, okay?" Sam tells him.

"Give me the phone, give me the phone." Dean grabs the phone from Sam, "Matt, under no circumstances are you to tell the truth, they'll just think you're nuts."

"But he's my-"

"Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you've gotta go to the hospital, okay?" Dean tells him what to do.

"Yeah. Yeah, okay." He hangs up, and so does Dean.

"Make him listen? What are you thinkin'?"

A while later, they pull up outside Larry's house and they see the lights on.

"Damn it, they're still here. Come on." Dean says. They get out of the car.

Larry looks out the window and, seeing their car, goes outside, joined by Matt.

"Get off my property before I call the cops." Larry exclaims.

"Mr. Pike, listen." Sam tries to calm Larry down.

"Dad, they're just tryin' to help." Matt defends the three of them.

Larry turns to Matt, "Get in the house!"

Matt looks at Sam, Isabeau and Dean, "I'm sorry. I told him the truth."

"We had a plan, Matt, what happened to the plan?" Dean asks.

Isabeau sighs, "Look, it's 12:00 AM. They are coming any minute now. You need to get your family and go, before it's too late."

"Yeah, you mean before the biblical swarm." Larry says.

"Larry, what do you think really happened to that realtor, huh? And the gas company guy? You don't think somethin' weird's goin' on here?" Dean asks him.

Larry dismisses him, "Look, I don't know who you are, but you're crazy. You come near my boy or my family again, and we're gonna have a problem."

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

"Dad, they're right, okay? We're in danger." Matt says.

Larry turns back to Matt, "Matt, get inside! Now!"

"No! Why won't you listen to me?!" Matt screams.

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

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

"Wait." Dean says and they all go silent. "You hear it?"

From somewhere nearby, a very loud buzzing noise can be heard and it continues to get louder.

"What the hell?" Larry asks.

Isabeau's eyes widen and she reaches up, placing her hands over her ears in pain, "So many of them. So loud."

"Beau?" Sam turns to Isabeau in concern and she looks at him in pain. There were too many voices of the insects flooding her ears at once. Each and everyone is more angry than the next.

The fluorescent bug light on the porch begins to overheat, killing several bugs at a time.

"All right, it's time to go. Larry, get your wife." Dean tells Larry. Larry moves to go inside but Matt stops him.

"Guys." All of them look up to the sky. Millions of bugs begin flying towards the house, blanketing the sky.

"Oh my God." Larry breathes out.

Sam places his own hands on top of Isabeau's hands over her ears to ease the volume of the voices, "We'll never make it."

"Everybody in the house. Everybody in the house, go!" Dean says.

They rush inside the house and lock the door. "Okay, is there anybody else in the neighborhood?" Sam asks.

"No, it's just us." Larry responds.

Joanie enters the room, "Honey, what's happening? What's that noise?"

"Call 911." She doesn't move. "Joanie!"

Joanie moves, "Okay." She picks up the phone and dials.

"I need towels." Dean tells Larry.

"Uh, in the closet." Larry answers, the two of them moving.

Sam turns to Matt, "Okay, we've gotta lock this place up, come on - doors, windows, fireplace, everything, okay?" He looks at Isabeau, "Keep your hands over your ears!" Sam and Matt go upstairs.

Isabeau looks around, following Sam's orders. Everyone around her just hears buzzing, but she hears voices all around her. She felt like she was going crazy.

"Phones are dead." Joanie tells everyone near her.

"They must have chewed through the phone lines." Dean begins putting towels at the base of the front door when the power goes out. "And the power lines."

"Maybe my cell." Larry picks up his cell phone. "No signal."

"You won't get one. They're blanketing the house." Dean says. Millions of bugs begin collecting on the doors and windows, covering the entire house. Sam and Matt come down the stairs and the six of them watch, waiting.

"So what do we do now?" Larry asks.

"We try to outlast it." Sam says as Dean heads to the kitchen. "Hopefully, the curse will end at sunrise."

"Hopefully?" Larry asks.

Sam turns to Isabeau, placing his hands back where they once were. "Isabeau, you need to stop listening to them."

"I'm trying Sam! But they're talking directly to me! I'm trying to only listen to one, but there's thousands of them. They're pissed and they want me to know." Isabeau tells him.

In the kitchen, Dean searches the cabinets. He finds a can of bug spray and returns to the living room.

"Bug spray?" Joanie asks.

"Trust me." Dean says.

They hear a creaking noise coming from somewhere around the fireplace. "What is that?" Larry asks.

"The flue." Sam says.

"All right, I think everybody needs to get upstairs." Dean says and suddenly, hundreds of thousands of bugs come into the living room, swarming all around them. They scream and try to protect themselves. Sam pulls Isabeau into his chest, wrapping his arms around her to protect her.

Dean uses a lighter with the can of bug spray to make it flare up. The flame wards some of the bugs away. "All right, everybody upstairs! Now! Go, go, go!"

Isabeau pulls away from Sam just before going up the stairs, "Go!"

"Isabeau!" Dean and Sam exclaim, ready to yell at her, but stop when they see her eyes glowing orange. "Go." She growls out, her hands still over her ears. They nod, running up the stairs.

Isabeau moves to the middle of the living room, ready to turn her entire body into flames, but when a beetle lands on her hand, all the voices stop.

Confused, Isabeau slowly removes her hands from her ears. She notices that none of the bugs are attacking her, but are just flying around her. Her eyes stop glowing orange, changing back to blue.

Isabeau looks down at the beetle that landed on her hand.

"Protect. Never hurt."

Suddenly, Isabeau feels all the anger, pain and sadness from the insects flood her body. She gasps, falling to her knees and tears stream down her face.

"Help us."

Isabeau chokes up on her tears, "Rest. Please, you need to rest." She whispers out.

The insects start to fly out through the flue from where they came in, just before the sun starts to rise. When the sun fully rises, all the insects that were in the house are gone, except for the one on her hand.

"Beau!"

"Isabeau!" She hears Sam and Dean call for her, their footsteps echoing like thunder.

The footsteps calm to a halt at the base of the stairs behind her, "Isabeau?" Dean asks, slowly stepping towards her.

"Thank you."

The beetle on her hand flies away into the flue. Dean kneels down in front of Isabeau, cupping her cheeks in his hands, brushing away her tears. "Beau, what did you do?"

Isabeau looks into Dean's eyes, more tears falling down her face, "I don't know."

Dean sighs, pulling her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Isabeau cries into Dean's chest.

"I don't know."

Dean, Isabeau and Sam approach Larry, who is placing boxes into a moving van.

"What, no goodbye?" Dean asks.

"Good timing. Another hour and we'd have been gone." Larry says as he shakes all their hands.

"For good?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. The development's been put on hold while the government investigates those bones you found. But I'm gonna make damn sure no one lives here again." Larry says.

Isabeau smiles, "You don't seem too upset about it."

"Well, this has been the biggest financial disaster of my career, but…" Larry looks over at Matt, who is carrying a box to the garbage. "...somehow, I really don't care."

They share a smile and Sam walks over to Matt, who is throwing away all his insect paraphernalia. While Dean and Isabeau head back to the impala.

"Think you'll ever talk to your little friends again?" Dean asks as he leans against the impala.

Isabeau smiles softly, "I will. They just needed to be put to rest."

Dean stares at her, "Is that what you did? They all left before the sun even came up."

She shakes her head, "I don't know what I did. But, nobody should take the risk of living here if they weren't. The curse could still love on. Whatever I did, I might've just calmed it for now. It might come back even more pissed off."

Dean nods, not pushing the subject any further.

A few minutes later, Sam joins Dean and Isabeau by the impala. They watch Larry and Matt, who are now getting along very well.

Sam leans against the impala next to Isabeau. "I wanna find Dad."

"Yeah, me too." Dean agrees.

"Yeah, but I just... I want to apologize to him." Sam says.

"For what?" Dean looks at Sam.

"All the things I said to him. He was just doin' the best he could."

Dean nods, "Well, don't worry, we'll find him. And then you'll apologize. And then within five minutes, you guys will be at each other's throats."

Sam laughs, "Yeah, probably." They sit in silence for a few seconds. "Let's hit the road."

"Let's." Dean places the keys in Isabeau's hand.

She looks at him in surprise, "No, you're joking."

Dean smiles, sharing a look with Sam, "No, I'm not joking sweetheart. Sam and I talked and, why don't we all take a little trip back home?"

Isabeau smiles, giving both of them quick kisses on both of their cheeks and runs to get into the driver's seat, "Get in, morons!"

The two smile, Dean sliding into the passenger seat and Sam going into the back.

Isabeau starts the impala, and all of them give one last wave to Larry and Matt, and drive away.