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At a Clinic in the dead of night…
Dean, in a dim hallway, turned towards a door as he pulled out his gun. He slid out the clip, tapped it on the gun, then replaced it. Inside the room, there is a Crater Lake poster on the wall. Below it is a young blond man tied to a chair. Nearby are a young woman, a middle-aged woman, and a tough-looking man. The young blond man looked up as Dean opened the door and entered, raising his gun.
"No, no, no, no, no, you're not gonna…" The young man blubbered, "No, I swear! It's not in me!"
"Oh God." The young woman sobbed, "We're all gonna die."
The older man turned to Dean, "Maybe he's tellin' the truth."
Dean advanced as he cocked his gun, "He's not him, not anymore."
"No, stop it! Stop it!" The young man cried before pointing to the middle aged woman in a doctors coat, "Ask her, ask the doctor! It's not in me!"
"I just…" She shook her head, "I can't tell."
"No, please, don't. Don't. I swear, I-"
"I got no choice."
He sobbed, "I swear, it's not in me, it's not in me! Don't, don't. Please!
Dean fired twice before the image of them distorted in a bright flash.
In a motel room…
Sam laid on the floor beside his motel bed as he came out of his vision gasping.
Angel was kneeling beside him trying to help him through it, "Just breathe, Sammy." She helped him sit up, "What'd you see?"
The door opened and Dean entered, chewing on jerky and carrying a six-pack of beer.
He frowned when he saw the two of them, "Sam?"
Panic registered on the youngest Winchesters face, "No…"
In the Impala…
Dean drove as Sam navigated with a GPS device that spoke directions.
"Continue on O-R Two-Two-Four West."
"There are only two towns in the US named Rivergrove."
"How come you're so sure it's the one in Oregon?"
Sam had a flashback to the vision- the Oregon poster on the wall.
"There was a picture." He explained, "Crater Lake."
Angel leaned forward, "What else?"
"I saw a dark room, some people, and a guy tied to a chair."
Dean turned, "And I ventilated him?"
"Yeah. You thought there was something inside him."
"What, a demon? Was he possessed?"
"Well, all your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow… so was there any black smoke? Did we try to exorcise it?"
"No." He shook his head, "Nothing, you just plugged him, that's it."
"Well, I'm sure I had a good reason."
"I sure hope so."
Dean glared at him, "What does that mean? I'm not gonna waste an innocent man." Sam raised his eyebrows, "I wouldn't!"
"I never said you would!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Hey, hey!" Angel yelled over them, "None of that's helping. We don't know what's going on yet, okay? We just know that the dude in the chair is a part of it so lets find him, and see what's what."
Dean grumbled, "Fine."
Sam grumbled next, "Fine."
On Rivergrove St…
The Winchesters pulled into town past a large billboard advertising Crater Lake. They pulled up in front of a wooden shop; out front the older man from Sam's vision was cleaning a rifle. He wore a short-sleeved blue shirt with a multi-pocket brown vest. The three of them got out and approached him.
Dean nodded, "Morning."
"Good morning." He looked between the three of them, "Can I help you?"
"Yeah." He pulled out a badge, "Uh, Billy Gibbons, Frank Beard, and Dusty Hill. U.S. Marshalls."
"What's this about?"
"We're looking for someone."
"A young man, early twentieth." Sam answered as his mind flashed back to the vision, "He'd have a- a thin scar right below his hairline."
"What'd he do?"
"Well, nothing. We're actually looking for someone else, but we think this young man could help us."
"Yeah, he's not in any kind of trouble or anything." Dean shrugged, "Well, not yet."
Angel glanced down at the man's left arm, noticing a distinctive tattoo, "I think maybe you know who he is… Master Sergeant." She smiled when he met her eye, "My dad was in the Corps, he was a Corporal."
"What company?"
"Echo-2-1."
Sam interjected, "So can you help us?"
He hesitated, "Duane Tanner's got a scar like that, but I know him. Good kid, keeps his nose clean."
"Oh, I'm sure he does." Angel nodded, "Do you know where he lives?"
"With his family, up Aspen Way."
"Thanks."
She turned and walked away, her brothers following. The man frowned as he watched them go. Across the street, Sam bumped into a telephone pole and glanced at it in passing. He stopped; carved into the wood is a single word:
CROATOAN
They approached the pole and Sam pointed at the word with a significant look, "Hey."
Dean read it with furrowed brows, "Croatoan?"
"Youve got to be kidding me…" Angel shook her head but Dean looked between her and Sam blankly, she sighed, "Roanoke? Lost colony? Ring a bell?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "Dean, did you pay any attention in history class?"
"Yeah! Shots heard 'round the world, How bills become laws…"
"That's not school." Sam scoffed as he shook his head, "That's Schoolhouse Rock."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever."
"Roanoke was one of the first English colonies in America." Angel explained, interrupting their squabble, "In the late 1500s. Now is it ringing any bells?"
"Oh yeah, yeah, I do remember that." He nodded as recognition flashed in his eyes, "The only thing they left behind was a single word carved in a tree." He pointed to the tree behind Sam, "Croatoan."
"Yeah." Sam nodded, "And I mean, there were theories- Indian raid, disease, but nobody knows what really happened. They were all just gone. I mean, wiped out overnight."
"You boys don't think that's what's going on here?" Angel frowned, "I mean…"
Sam looked at her grimly, "Whatever I saw in my head, it sure wasn't good."
"Okay…" Angel sighed, "But what do you guys think could do that?"
"Well, I mean, like I said…" Dean turned to Sam with a sigh, "All of your weirdo visions are always tied to the Yellow-Eyed Demon somehow, so…"
"We should get help." Sam said hurriedly, "Bobby, uh, Ellen maybe?"
"Yeah, that's a good idea." Dean pulled out his cell phone, then frowned at it, "I don't have a signal."
"Yeah…" Angel frowned, "Me either."
Sam did the same, shaking his head, "I don't either."
They walked to a pay phone, which Dean picked up. Once he heard the 'out of service' beeping he clicked the receiver several times.
"Line's dead." He frowned as he hung up, "I'll tell you one thing. If I was gonna massacre a town, that'd be my first step."
At the Tanner house…
The Impala was parked outside a cabin-like house in the middle of nowhere as the Winchester approached the front. By the door was a small, tacky plaque that read 'BORN TO FISH; FORCED TO WORK'. Sam knocked on the door, and a teenaged boy with dark spiked hair opened it.
"Yeah?"
Dean flashed his badge, "We're looking for Duane Tanner; he lives here, right?"
"Yeah… He's my brother."
"Can we talk to him?"
"Oh." He shrugged nonchalantly, "He's not here right now."
Dean pursed his lips as he studied the kid, "Do you know where he is?"
"Yeah, he went on a fishing trip up by Roslyn Lake."
"What about your parents?" Angel asked as she studied him as well, "They home?"
"Yeah." He nodded, turning to look inside for a beat, "They're inside."
"Jake?" Mr. Tanner yelled from inside, "Who is it?"
Dean regarded him once Mr. Tanner appeared, "Hi, U.S. Marshals, sir, we're looking for your son Duane."
"Wh-why?" He frowned, "He's not in trouble, is he?"
"No, no, no." Angel offered a smile, "We just need to ask him a couple of routine questions, that's all."
Sam studied the older man, "When's he due back from his trip?"
"I'm not sure…"
"Well, maybe your wife knows."
"No, I don't know." He quickly dismissed as he shook his head, "She's not here right now."
Angel raised a brow from him to Jack, "Your son said she was."
Jake looked over at her, "Did I?"
"She's getting groceries. So, when Duane gets back, there's a number where he can get a hold of you?"
"Oh no." Dean dismissed, "We'll just check in with you later." They turned and walked down the steps as the Tanners shut the door behind them, "That was kind of creepy, right?"
"Yeah, i'll say." Angel scoffed, "A little too Stepford."
Sam agreed, "Big time."
Looking furtively about, they snuck around to the back of the house, crouching below a window.
Inside the Tanner house…
Beverly Tanner was tied to a chair and gagged. Jake came around behind her, and put his hands on her shoulders.
"It's okay, Mom. It's not gonna hurt."
Mr. Tanner came out of the next room with a kitchen knife. Jake stood in front of his mother and casually rolled up one sleeve. His father cut into his arm and let the blood drip onto a wound in Beverly's shoulder.
Outside, Angel, Sam and Dean armed themselves before kicking down the back door. As they rush in, handguns raised, Mr. Tanner rushed at them with a knife. Dean shot him thrice in the chest. As Angel shot at Jake, he jumped out the window dodging the shots, shattering glass, and darted off into the woods. Sam ran over and aimed at him through the window but hesitated, giving him time to get away.
