A/ N: Tada! And here it is, Finally got them into the case. That took like FOREVER but let's face it I liked making Sam drunk. That's just such a funny picture that I've been stretching and well after this chapter, it's over, promise. We'll have our Sammy back good as new! And of course Dean will have some material to make sure Sam doesn't ever forget this!

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Chapter 5

Spurling Drive

By: chocolate rules

The trio reached Spurling Drive and stepped out the vehicle. To Sam's lucky stars, Dean had left the radio off and his head wasn't buzzing. He was also starting to regain control over himself. Or so he hoped he was.

The twenty minute drive up there has been spent mostly in silence except for Steve's occasional instructions. Sam had even managed not to barf when Dean hit a sped bump not bothering to stop.

Spurling Drive seemed like a simple typical street. The Winchesters, however, had learned not to trust those types of appearances. On one side of the road laid three nicely spaced houses some thirty feet from the other side of the road that was entirely forested. Remains of the yellow police tape hung from some of the trees.

"When did the cops take off?" Dean asked Steve as they crossed the road to the forest. He had decided against parking next to the forest in fear that whatever had attacked would take no pity on his baby.

"Same day. Didn't see anything that would help them. They left no trail."

"Stop saying they. Say it." Sam said. He was walking beside Dean, with Steve falling slowly behind. Both brothers had silently figured it would be best for Sam to be near Dean in case he either fell over himself or the thing did come out to attack and Sam's reflex were still slow.

"Quiet Sam." Dean said, glancing over at Steve. Steve was staring at the spot where his grandmother had fallen. Then, his eyes drifted over to where he had last seen his sister standing. It was hard to be back there so soon, especially not knowing what had happened to her.

"No, I'm okay." Steve said nodding more for his own benefit than for the brothers'. He had to be strong, being scared didn't help Cassie.

"Where did it come from?" Dean asked. Him and Sam had stopped on the pavement watching Steve until he had realized they were doing so. Steve, who was still on the road, walked towards them, stopping beside Sam, who actually smiled at him for a second. He pointed above Dean's shoulder.

"In there, I think. That's where he was standing by when Cassie screamed." Dean nodded.

"I'm going to go check it out." He pulled out a small hand gun, smiling to Steve who looked surprised at the object. "Sam."

"Yep." He said looking back at his brother.

"Stay here. You're too drunk to help." Dean said. Then, quickly added, "No matter how not drunk you think you are, you so are. Behave now." Dean walked away eyeing Sam like he was serious. Sam had to smile back.

"He's going in there?"

"He's already in there." Sam replied.

"I know that, Sam. I just mean, why?"

"To check it out. We have to know what we're walking into before we actually walk into it."

"But, didn't he kind of just 'walk into it'." Sam looked at him with something clicking in his mind.

"Hey! Yeah, he did. Dean! Get back here man! You have no idea what's in there!" They heard Dean yell something back but they didn't understand it. Sam frowned. Dean had tricked him. How rude, taking advantage over his temporary drunk stage to go and run into something dangerous without prior consideration. Hey! Those were big words, maybe he was regaining control. No, over congratulating yourself for using big words, you are definably still drunk. And thinking that consideration was a big word just proved his own point.

"Wow." he said out loud.

"What?" Steve asked looking back at Sam in concern.

"My mind is like totally rambling. But I understand it all." He looked up at Steve and smiled. "My mind's in Dean mode." Steve smiled back and actually chuckled some. Maybe having Sam drunk right now wasn't such a bad thing. Got his mind off his situation momentarily.

"Hey, why aren't we in the car?" Sam asked Steve.

"We're waiting for your brother. How drunk are you Sam?"

"I know that, I just mean why aren't we waiting in the car. It's kind of cold out here."

"Because," Dean called from behind them. "I don't want you puking all over it. And it's not kind of cold. It's really cold. It's winter." He finished saying standing next to Steve looking at Sam.

"I'm out of the whole puke mood. And I know it's winter." Dean put his hand up to stop him.

"This could go on forever. But I would like to stay on topic."

"What did you see?" Steve asked taking a cue from Dean.

"Yeah," Sam said, remembering their purpose. "What'd cha find?"

"IT definably dragged someone off into the woods there."

"So, Cassie's in there?"

"Looks like it."

"So let's go get her." Steve said about to start running into the woods. Dean grabbed his arm before he made any attempt to. "What?"

"Can't. Have no idea what IT is."

Thought you'd faced a lot of things before! Why's this any more different?"

"We kind of tend to look into what things are before going in there to kill them. Don't really have a fondness of going in there blindly."

"Which reminds me," Sam said looking angrily at Dean. "Why'd you just go in there without us checking things out first?" Dean shrugged.

"No harm done."

"Listen, just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I forget what I have to do. That mainly includes not allowing your ass to go strutting into some forest where there's a potential beast creature without some idea of what that potential beast creature is!"

"OKAY! Whatever! Drunk Sam not as fun as I thought. Got it." Dean said. He started walking back to the car, but noticed how both Sam and Steve had stayed put. "What?"

"She's in there!" Steve replied.

"So is that thing! And no one else is going in there until we find what that thing is! Anything else?" Dean asked Steve. Steve could tell Dean was serious. He didn't sound as non threat forming as he had earlier at the diner. He nodded. "Good." Then Dean turned his attention to Sam. "Now, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing." Sam replied. This was one nothing Dean was going to allow.

"Good. Great, now let's go." Dean said and once again turned to walk to the car but instead turned around and pulled Sam by the arm. When all three were in the car, Dean headed back to the motel.

Sam retook his place in the bed and fell asleep within minutes of getting in. Dean was on the laptop with Steve beside him.

"So, how do you know what to look for?"

"Mainly, once we have a gig, you start with the city. There should be a legend, or a rumor rather, or something about this thing. Then we place what we know, with what we found out and combined with what we may think and presto! We mostly always have ours creature-spirit-demon thing." Dean said as he begun the search. Steve was nodding along, listening intently. He decided that he was going to learn all he could to help out his sister.

"Now here's something." Dean said clicking on a clever little link entitled The Roaming Rumor in Rumour.

"What, what does it say?" Dean looked over at him.

"Calm down." He said, then he went ahead and read the article. "Great. Says here that some man was killed in that forest some fifty years ago. Every five years or so, he comes to get a victim and carries them into his lair and well the good part is he doesn't kill them immediately. So Cassie should be find. He seems to only get young woman. Virgins I guess. It's like a sacrifice I guess."

"Wait, Cassie's a sacrifice? To who?"

"Don't know. And I doubt whoever wrote this knew. However, well, there's this one part that says he kind of plays around with their mind first. Make them want to get sacrificed. Cassie should still have a fighting chance."

"Yeah, Cassie's a fighter. She'll want to get out. She won't want to be some damn sacrifice."

"Well, I doubt that that thing will tell her he plans on making her into a sacrifice. He'll probably trick her into wanting it."

"No" Steve said shaking his head. He got up and started pacing. He started to remind Dean of Sam. Hm, go figure. "Cassie's a smart girl. She'll see right through him." Dean nodded, he actually doubted that Cassie would see through it, he know he'd see through it but he had training in that, she didn't.

"How old is Cassie?"

"She's eighteen. Starting college in the fall." Steve said softly. Dean nodded smiling.

"Yes, she is." Steve noticed how Dean had been aware of his doubt now that she would make it out off this alive.

Sam stirred in the bed, mumbled something unintelligent. Dean stared at him, but Sam just went right on sleeping. Dean sighed relief. Drunk nightmare Sammy would not be nice.

"So, now what?"

"Now, I want to let Sam rest. And you should head home. Check up on your grandmother. I'm going to do a little more research and then tomorrow morning we'll go after this thing. I have to buy some things though, thinking about making Sam there a tonic for the hangover. He's not as fun as I thought he'd be."

"You know, Sam never got drunk in college. I figured he didn't have it in him." Dean laughed some.

"No, that's not it. Truth is, probably scared from the two times I got him drunk. Once when I was sixteen and he'd just turned thirteen, Dad didn't take that to well, but I can't really remember what he did to us. That's probably a good thing. Last time was when I'd turned twenty-one. Thought I'd take him to celebrate, don't think Dad like that one either. But both times he hadn't gotten this drunk. No, only woman can get you this drunk."

"Hey, you need a ride back right?" Dean asked Steve getting up and retrieving his keys from the table beside where he'd grabbed the other sandwich from their lunch.

"Yeah." Dean made a quick note telling Sam that he'd gone to drop off Steve. He doubted Sam would wake up to see it, but he didn't want the kid to worry. Especially not drunk. He folded it and made it stand up on the table nest to Sam's head. Hopefully, if he did wake, he'd see it.

Heading out the door, Steve turned to Dean and asked, "What's this about Sam with a woman drunk?" Dean smiled back at Sam's sleeping form. God was he going to hate him for this.