As they rode through the country side, both boys were facinated with what they saw. The softly rolling hills, buildings that were centuries old, farms that had not changed in many years. Sheep, cows dotted the landscape. The various shades of brown, and greens were no match for the brillance of the bright blue sky. It had a feel of history about it, a feeling of time stopped. Dean swore he could almost hear the clashing of swords and the war cries of the Celts. The land of his ancestors, with its rich history.

He could feel its call deep in his soul, and the soft, "welcome home child of the Scots". This is where his feel for the supernatural came from, his interest in lore, from his ancestors and this land. He could not find the words he wanted to describe what he saw or was feeling, as he kept a tight rein on his emotions. He could feel the past here, and could see himself out there on the moors fighting with a broad sword, yelling the clan cry, destroying their enemies. Perhaps in another life time he had done so. In fact he knew so.

Sam sat there, he saw the splender that lay before him, its ancient earth that had been bought in blood of the brave of this land. It still wanted its freedom from England, and he hoped they one day got it. They deserved it, just as the united states had fought for and won theirs so long ago. So many things he wanted to see and experience here.

Sarah watched the boys when she could. She could feel the place taking hold of them, as it had her years ago when she first stepped foot on the soil of her ancestors. She did not regret moving here, and perhaps they would stay with her, here.

"So Aunt Sarah, what did you need our help with?" Sam had turned around and was watching his aunt, curious as to why she had contacted them.

"How much do you know about the legends of Scotland?"

"You mean the paranormal legends right? Well I have read on some of them. But I would like to know what it is you are having problems with. So we can plan how to deal with it."

"Yeah, and we will need to replace our weapons that we had to leave behind," responded Dean without turning around from gazing out the window.

"Well boys, not sure if you will believe me. But the village is plagued by several things, and we don't have anyone to take care of it. Some are afraid of the old legends and the old superstitions."

"Well that's not a problem for us."

"Get a good nights sleep tonight, and in the morning I will tell you all, and introduce you around. We are almost there, you are tired, and should eat and get some rest. Plenty of time tomorrow to get started."

Sam nodded, and looked back out the window.

The village of Luss dating back to 1300, was like a postcard or one of those paintings with the lights in the windows of the cottages and villages. Sarah drove down the road into the village. The cottages in the vilage all looked alike, one story, four rooms with two chimneys each covering two fireplaces. They were made out of a greyish stone, probably from the quary nearby. They had little stone fences around them, with a tiny gate.

They drove past the cottages, and down the road. On one side they saw the docks, with a single modern boat tied up. Behind across the loch it was softly rolling hills, dark ones, followed by brown, and then even lighter shades. Soft clouds lightly touched the tops. The water lay still.

They past the local church and on to a white washed stone one story house of about six rooms. There, Sarah pulled in and turned off the engine. We're home."

The boys got out and began to gather their things, as Sarah went and opened the door. Taking their luggage they followed her in. Stopping just inside the door. "Come on in boys, make yourself at home."

They put their luggage down, as Sarah turned as footsteps were heard coming from the back. A large man came into the hall, his sharp grey eyes taking in the two young men standing there. He leaned and kissed Sarahs cheek, and held out his hand to the boys with a bright smile on his face.

"Ah'm Boyd MacGregor, yer uncle, lads." Sam held out his hand and shook with his uncle, and then Dean. "Welcome ta mah home, yurs as long as ye wanna stay."

"Thanks Uncle Boyd, we appreciate it."

Dean opened his mouth when the sound of a young girl came from one of the rooms. Then a petite red haired girl came into the hall, her green eyes shining. She looked at the two strangers. Then she rushed and gave both a hug.

"Mah cousins from across tha water, Amur glad yur here."

"Lads this is our daughter, Maira." Both boys smiled at her, she had been born in the states, but raised here. Boyd had traveled to the states, met Sarah and married her. But she had the Scots burr in her voice. A very pretty girl of eighteen.

Dean reached out and took her hand, and kissed it. "It's a pleasure cousin to meet such a lovely girl." She smiled up at him, she wished that this handsome young man wasn't kin to her, with that smile she felt giddy. Sam wasn't bad either. She had some friends she wanted to introduce them to.

"All right Maira, time for that later. The boys are tired, and need some food and rest. Boyd can you show the boys where to put their stuff, while I get the supper on?"

The boys followed the older man up the stairs. He wore a short sleeved shirt, and even though he had to be fifty at least he had muscles rippling in his arms, and back. He showed them into a room with twin beds, and a fireplace, that had a nice fire burning in it. Soft pale blue curtains over the windows, didn't block the colors of the setting sun.

They dropped their things on their beds and turned and followed Uncle Boyd down the hall. Something smelled so good, that Sam's stomach rumbled, causing Uncle Boyd laughter to ring out. He was hungry too. He remembered them as tiny boys, cute little barns they were then. He wanted to get to know the grown up versions, and to give them something they hadn't had since Mary had died, family that did normal things. He knew a couple of young ladies around their ages that would turn their heads, and maybe capture their hearts.

A/N: next chapter things begin to heat up. Answers to what Sarah is hiding, and the dangers that await them on the moors of Scotland.