Chapter 2

"Finally"- Sam said. After pushing the car for ages, at least it seemed that long, they were finally in the actual town, and they were looking straight at the auto shop.

"I'm not sure dude," Dean had an anxious look on his face as he saw the shady auto shop that was in fact the best in town. It was also the only one in the little town.

"Well, I don't think you have a choice, Dean. We are NOT going to push the car from town to town until we find a place you approve of."

Dean looked over at Sam from the other side of the car. His faced looked like someone had stolen his lollypop, and he was at the edge of crying, "But..."
Sam looked back at Dean, and he started to laugh, "Dude, you're TOO hung up on this car, Dean. It's not healthy for you!"
"Fine," Dean answered, still not approving, but sometimes you just have to make sacrifices.

Half an hour later, Sam and Dean were standing outside the auto shop. The car wouldn't be ready for a few days because the mechanics had so much to do. Yeah right. Dean felt the emptiness in his soul as Sam and he started to walk away from the Impala and towards the local motel. At least they would be able to get some sleep.

The motel room was as shady as the auto shop. It started to seem like shady was the town-theme. They had seen all sorts of motel rooms before and were not surprised by the room the got in this town. "Sooo..." Sam started to say but then realized that he didn't have much to say. Dean just answered with a "Yeah..." Usually, they would be in the middle of a hunt, searching for clues to kick some demon ass; but not now, and it felt weird.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, "hey, I think I'll just turn in... not like there is anything else here to do, and we do need some good sleep". Dean just nodded back. He had started to feel like there was something that just didn't add up.

As he glanced around the room, he tried to convince himself that there was nothing that could be bothering him except that the car was out of his protection.

Dean jumped up into a sitting position on his bed. He could swear that he had heard a loud bang coming from inside the room. He looked over at Sam. Damn! Still sleeping after that sound? Well, face it, Dean, either you are starting to go mad, or your brother is def. Dean looked out in to the dark room. He could only see shades of the chairs and tables that were already in the room when they got there.

He heard something... What was that? A weak thumping sound… He knew that this wasn't human, but what the hell kind of a demon would make a thumping sound? That's not scary at all... I think... Dean thought as he got out of bed and grabbed his gun. He started to walk across the floor, trying to follow the sound, but it seemed that whatever was making the sound was shifting positions in the room, and fast. Feeling a bit frustrated of being a demon hunter that couldn't even get the thing that was in his own room, he felt he had to do something. But all he could get out was "here, kitty, kitty, kitty... here kitty, kitty, kitty."
Dean looked up and saw Sam sitting in his bed. "How long have you been sitting there, Sam?"

Sam gave Dean a laughing smile. "Long enough to catch the show where you go cat hunting in our room." Sam had only just woken up, but Dean didn't need to know that.
Dean felt a little embarrassed. Sam didn't wake up from the huge bang, but from me walking as silent as I'm able to do, that woke him up... freak brother.

As Dean was trying to come up with an explanation, the thumping stopped and the creature, that didn't seem to be more that ten to fifteen inches tall, ran across the floor in such speed that he could only see vague shadows in the dark. It ran between Deans legs making him fall straight on his back with a crash, and then it was gone.

Chapter 3

"Did you see that?" Dean asked while still lying on his back.

"See what, Dean? You falling down? 'Cause well, yeah. Even if it is dark, you're not so small that I can't see you, you know." Sam wondered if there really was something he'd missed or if his brother was just finally going crazy.

"Don't tell me you didn't see the little bastard that tripped me... the one that was thumping... And it must be the same thing I saw in the car," Dean was getting frustrated with Sam who didn't seem to understand anything at this point.

"When did you see something in the car, Dean, and why didn't you tell me?" Sam asked deciding he truly didn't understand anything at the moment. It wasn't like they had experienced anything supernatural these last few days, and now, Dean was rambling on about a small thumping thing that seemed like it was after him or something? They had had some bad luck, but that happens to everyone, doesn't it?

"There was this thing... in the car, when we were pulling out from the gas station yesterday." Dean was on his feet now and acting like this little thing was a new fugly demon that they had to hunt down and kill.

"I though I saw something, but then it was gone... I figured I was just tired, and that it was just some weird shadow," Dean paused.

Sam, who still wasn't sure if he should believe his brother, was trying to get the facts straight. Dean wasn't the kind who made up stuff just to yank his chain. On second though, yes he was, but not like this. He's more into the stupid pranks, not making up small demons. "It all makes sense now." Deans face suddenly lit up, "First, the gas station didn't take credit cards and I didn't get my coffee; then you go all smart-ass on me... Then the car gets a flat tire... Then this shady town with its shady auto shop that is supposed to take care of my car... and then this freakin thing woke me up with the annoying thumping...It all makes sense!"

"Are you serious, Dean?" Sam looked up at his brother. He wasn't sure if he should start to laugh out loud or try to make some sense out of his brother, who obviously was very engaged in whatever the hell it was he was doing.

"Dean, you know I trust you with my life... right?"

Dean looked back at Sam thinking, how the hell?... That boy can include chick flick moments in everything. Not knowing where Sam was going with this he answered with a confirming sound.

"Well... You're not making any sense!" Sam continued.

"How can I make it clearer to you, man? This thing is the explanation of why everything has gone down the drain in the last day. Didn't you hear what I just said?" Dean was actually getting pissed off by his little brothers' ignorance.

"Yeah, I heard you, Dean. A thumping demon is haunting you... got it," Sam answered back with a smirk on his face and in his voice.

"This is not funny, Sam, and we are going to figure this thing out right now!"

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Dean and Sam had been trying to find out what the Dean-haunting demon was all morning. Dean was going through John's journal, and Sam sat at the computer trying to find something that resembled Dean's descriptions.

"Found anything yet?" Dean looked up from the journal hoping that Sam had found something.

"Nope... Nothing... But you haven't actually given me much to go on, either. A 'small annoying thumping thing doesn't actually give me most specific results on Google. I did find an annoying song from '97 called "Thubthumping" though." Sam tried to hide a little grin.

"Well... Keep on searching... There must be some small devilish demon things out there!" Dean mumbled, unfamiliar with the song Sam was referring too.

"Hey Dean... What about some kind of Gnome?" Sam said, "Huh? Like in the ones standing in the gardens looking weird and scary at the same time, with no purpose than to be ugly?"

Dean raised his eyebrows, "Could be!" He got up from his chair and stood over Sam and the laptop. Dean was open to anything at this point. He just wanted this bastard out of his way.

"Dude, it was just a joke," Sam laughed at Dean's reaction, having decided that he really thought Dean was hearing voices in his head, then deciding to play along with whatever Dean suggested when it came to this little thing, because he knew Dean wouldn't let him do anything else, either way.

Sam pulled up some information about Gnomes, Goblins, and Wight's; but none of them matched the description. This thing haunting Dean, it wasn't actually evil. It hadn't actually done anything to hurt anyone, unless the car counts, which it certainly did to Dean...

"Hey Dean… What about this?"