A/N: Super short chapter. Sorry. Crucial to story, but super short. I'm just barely out of my write's block. I just finished writing this thing for school last night that took me until like 1am, so I'm whomp. But you so deserve SOMETHING and so I don't like to disappoint. Another chapter, longer I promise, should be up soon.

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Chapter 6

The letter 'C'

By: chocolate rules

Dean sat in front of the laptop, head beside his coffee and softly snoring. He had spent the last four hours searching for more information on this monster. His dreams were now involving him finding this thing and beating the crap out if it. He hated that Sam had gotten himself this drunk. Dan did not have the patience required to do this kind of research, sitting here for mindless hours.

Sam shifted in the bed. The alcohol level lowered in his blood stream had left enough of a peephole for a particular recurring nightmare to fill the space. He started to breath heavy and mumble. Then he sat bolt upright, "Jesse, NOOOOO!"

Dean was instantly up and rushing to Sam's side. "What, what happened? You okay? Sam?" Sam looked around, gathering his surroundings. It had just been a dream. Again. "Sam?" He nodded.

"I'm fine." Dean looked at him more closely. All sleep and exhaustion currently gone from him.

"Didn't think that drunks had nightmares. I never did."

"Well, you never do." Sam smiled. He was okay now. Nothing he could do about the dreams, they would always find him. Dean smiled back, thinking the same thing but hoping that there was something that could be done.

"Well, I've done doing your homework and have found some pretty interesting things." Dan said as he got up from Sam's bed and walked back over to the laptop.

"Yeah, what did you find?" Sam said, taking a seat beside Dean that Steve had previously occupied. Dean showed Sam the article he had read, The Roaming Rumor in Rumour.

"So, you think this thing took Steve's sister?" Sam asked once he'd finished the article.

"Yeah," Dean said with a shrug. "It's the only thing even mentioned around these parts. And it makes since. Cassie is pretty young. I mean, she very well could be a virgin."

"She is, the entire family is extremely religious about things like that."

"What," Dean asked raising his eyebrows, "like abstinence or something?"

"Yeah, Dean, abstinence. I'm surprised you even know about it." Dean shrugged good heartedly.

"Yeah, sure. Anyway, this thing seems to like the idea of taking that so pristine idea and shattering it."

"Wait, were the other victims also practicing abstinence?" Dean shrugs again. "Well, were they really innocent or where they just to young to of had any sex." Again, shrugged. "Did you do any research at all?"

"Hey! Of course I did!" Dean said. He opened up another window. This one was entitled: The Rumour Memorial.

"And?"

"It says how all the victims, all twenty-three of them, where never found. Twenty-four I guess now."

"Wait," Sam said, making out the math in his head. "That's not right. It should be twenty-five." Dean smiled.

"One got away." Sam smiled.

"Tell me she's still alive." Dean nodded. "Name?" Dean nodded. "Dan, what's her name."

"You're going to love this. Her name's Catherine Doberman."

"And?" Sam said, not seeing the irony Dean had hinted at.

"The other victims were: Caitlin McDonald, Camilla Pole, Candace Law, Clarissa Freedman, Chastity Mendon…" Sam's eyes grew wide.

"All start with a 'C'." Dean nodded yet again. Sam glared at him, why couldn't he just of said that.

"Question is, why?"