WR: See I kept my promise in updating this more often…now if only I could finish the others sigh…Just a short disclaimer since I forgot in the 1st chapter, all the songs are Daniel Bedingfield and his two cd's out presently. And as much as I heart Sam and Dean Winchester, I sadly don't own them ;-; but anyway…ON WITH THE FIC!

Chapter 2: Oh hell no…..

It had been a couple of days following the beheaded ghost woman in the corn field when the Winchester brothers finally stopped in Valley Forge by Philly. They once more had a lead about some revolutionary spirits decided shooting tourists was as much as head hunting redcoats. Naturally, since the rumors were right up their alley they decided to investigate as national park officials. So far, the plan was working they had come up with absolutely half of the case empty and only a couple of leads and more people dieing by the day.

"Oh yes this plan is going perfectly," Sam muttered as Dean once more proposed a way to lure the vengeful spirits out into the wide open field. "Dean, we have been here for three days and three more people have died."

"So what do you suggest?" Dean asked looking at his brother sourly.

"I think its time we do things a little differently. These sprits must know something is up, we need to do more research before we can go rushing into another attack," Sam suggested.

"Right," Dean stated as he walked up to the driver's side of the door.

Sam hastened after his older brother, "What are you doing?"

Dean leaned against the hood of the car, "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to drive my beautiful love to Philly so we can go get some chow and then do some research."

"Oh, let me drive," Sam begged only to receive a glare from Dean and the driver side door slammed. Sam bit his lip and quickly hopped in the passenger side as Dean started the ignition. With the turn of the key and gears, the car sprang to live singing.

I live in an Ice house a
I never do dance salsa
I'm living in Jamaca
I live in an Ice Breaker
I'm living in Africa
I never do Know where a
Where I'm living but I'm living in a free fall

The engine died as Dean shut the car off looked at Sam who was staring out of the window, his hand covering his mouth to hide a evil smile. He's gonna kill me…oh well, it will be worth it.

"I hope that wasn't who I thought it was," Dean muttered as he restarted the car and lyrics from the stereo blasted.

Whenever she goes away
Might as well be in San Jose
'Cause I never can tell where my
Where my heart's gonna spend it's time
Half of me's missing
I miss her Kissing
I don't know nothing but I know

Dean turned the dial only for the song to continue with a happy beat of.

She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday
She's coming back on Friday

Dean frantically tried to turn the dial and then resulted in turning off the stereo. He glared at his younger brother who was now visibly smiling, "You used your super powers to fuck up my car."

"I can't do that," Sam replied calmly, "maybe it was the ghosts."

"I highly doubt that," Dean replied as he pulled out a CD from the slot, "ghosts can walk into a store and by this let alone know how to use one. I assume that this," Dean paused to look at the name on the CD, "Daniel Bedingfield CD belongs to you. What the heck kind of name is Bedingfield, he must defiantly not get laid enough."

"Its English apparently. But you're right," Sam confessed with a smirk, "I thought it would be good to culture you some."

"Culture…me?" Dean replied shock, "I…we hunt ghosts Sammy. All we need to know is who the dead person is, how they died, and where the freakin' bones are. We don't need culture." The car took a turn onto route 76 towards Philly. "When the hell did you buy that?"

Sam shrugged, "While you were checking out that girl in FYE at King of Prussia."

"Never mention that hell hole ever again!" Dean shouted nearly swerving the car into a bus.

"What it's just a mall," Sam replied completely clam by the nearly dead encounter.

"No it's a place where humans make clones of fashion and morals by telling its great to buy this or that," Dean clarified regaining control of the car as they traveled parallel to the railroad track heading towards the city. "Never mention that name in my presence ever again."

"What about Daniel?"

"Who the hell is Daniel?" Dean paused in mid question then glared at his younger brother, "He is also on the list of those who must not be named, including that hell hole, and Lord Voldemort. Besides…why are you even listening to that teenie boopie stuff, its sounds like a freakin' girl…."at once Dean was silenced. Sam was staring out the window humming to himself off in his own little world. The cricket from last night decided to magically reappear from underneath the seats chirped as Sam coughed staring out the window. "Hey Sammy," Dean glanced over at his brother only to curse as he was cut off by a tracker trailer. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Whatever just forget it," Sam stated staring out the window at the passing Philly zoo and arched brick bridges across the river. Dean nervously glanced at his now fuming brother. The CD of doom or his brother's happiness, unfortunately within the heart of the older brother there was no competition. His brother won by a landslide. With a heavy sigh he popped the CD back into the slot.

"One song," Dean stated firmly, "then I'm going to burn that thing and those damn ghosts and send them straight to hell." With that his shaking index finger pressed the play button and the first song began to start singing.

I've done it I've blown it again
Gone and lost my one true friend
If I can't stop it it's gonna end
I've done it, I've blown it again
Repeat

Sam began bopping his moppy light brown hair to the music singing along. Dean just grit his teeth and tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his foot steadingly causing the engine to accelerate as the phrase.

Finally I'm seeing clearly
I'm writing this so you can hear me
How did I get it in my head that you could do me wrong? No.
Since I got to know you better
I found that I was glad I met ya
Why did I listen to those lies when you were standing there for me?

Why did I never tell you? Why did I not say? Why did I push it away?
Why did I never trust ya? I could have told you all my fears
All those years, now I'm ashamed of my ways

Sam was now singing to Dean dramatically, ignoring the passing glances from the other cars that were blaring RB/RAP, techno, and anything other genre but Daniel Bedingfield. Dean growled and shot a glare at his younger brother who just continued to sing.


I've done it I've blown it again
Gone and lost my one true friend
If I can't stop it, it's gonna end
I've done it, I've blown it again
Repeat

Diggin up the heart within me
Dismay is the only feeling I see
I have to say my heart ain't what it could be
Open up the box and tell me what it should be
You can't free a bird if it ain't gone fly
You can't live a life if you don't ask why
Such a thing as too much information, trapped inside this condemnation.

Why did I never tell you? Why did I not say? Why did I push it away?
Why did I never trust ya? I could have told you all my fears
All those years, now I'm ashamed of my ways

I've done it I've blown it again
Gone and lost my one true friend
If I can't stop it it's gonna end
I've done it, I've blown it again

I've done it I've blown it again
Gone and lost my one true friend
If I can't stop it

Sorry, you said it, my motor mouth done and did it again, exceeding speed limit and now I'm feelin it.
I'm knee deep in it, ready to roll like a jeep with the keys in it, so give me three minutes.
'Cause I admit it, I was wrong with no right to expect, maybe you might just accept my apology
even though it feels funny, 'cause when a penny dropped I'm like "Oh my gosh I killed Kenny!"
I can't believe I'd end up dissin' a friend, man I shoulda known better than to listen to them.
With their see through poisonous lies, deceitful, made you the last one on my list to speak to,
yeah.
Sticks and stones break bones and kill. Word wounds take long to heal.
I was wrong for real and I ain't even gon' try to deny, 'cause I missed the mark and I missed it wide.

I've done it I've blown it again
Gone and lost my one true friend
If I can't stop it it's gonna end
I've done it, I've blown it again
Repeat

Instantly, as the song died, Dean's finger was on the off button of the CD and the radio came on with

I gotta get through this
I gotta make it, gonna make, gonna make it through
I'm gotta get through this
I gotta get through this
I gotta take my, gotta take my mind off you

"Oh hell no," Dean cursed and the car went silent only to be filled with Sam's chuckles as they pulled off onto South Street in Central Philly. "You shut up. You started this crazy curse."

"Curse?" Sam perked up out of his seat, "oh no Dean the sprits must have cursed your car!"

"Don't even go there," Dean glared as the engine was turned off, "You and you're crazy music. Don't you ever ever sing to me a again other wise I'll beat you like I did back in fifth grade."

Sam just smirked, "If you call that a beating then I think I'll be fine."

"Don't push your luck Sammy," Dean growled looking for a parking spot.

"I can take you," Sam smirked.

"Yeah, just like you took that ghost down last week," Dean replied finally finding a spot between a BMW and a Corvette.

Sam just smirked silently thinking outloud, "I bet you that if you actually listened to the songs you would like them in a week."

"I bet you in a hundreds years I will never like those rythmatic disasters you call songs," Dean replied as he successfully parked his car and carefully opened the driver's door.

"You're on," Sam smirked, "winner has to explain to Dad why we can't kill a bunch of ghosts."

"Oh no, its going to be when I win you get to feed me," Dean stated pointing at the Philly cheesesteak house in front of them.

"Fine deal," Sam smirked as his stomach growled, "but just to be warned I still can eat more than you could in fifth grade."

Dean just shrugged as he glared at his younger brother. Something was amiss and he couldn't exactly put his finger on it. His brother never ever usually bet with him unless there was a cheat. They headed into the joint and Dean frowned determined, the song's melody from earlier was having a slightly echoing effect

I gotta get through this

Dean jumped at the stare from Sam as his younger brother lifted a curious eyebrow. He huffed and waved off his brother indicating his stomach was in need. His thoughts ran through his head, I'm not going to loose, I've never lost to one of his bets before. I can't loose now. I gotta get through this….shit, this is bad.

WR: The whole song is Blown It Again…I'll only announce the whole songs that I use cause its going to be as you've seen clips of Daniel's songs. Just to make sure that all hell breaks loose .

Dean: You are evil.

WR: I know! SAMMY! I HEART YOU! (GLOMPS!) Sam just smiles while ignoring glares from Dean