A/N: Okay, so long authors note here. I've got some serious questions for you all. What does AU stand for? It would be really good to know.

Also, I'm hearing some rumors about the WB combining with some other station? What is that about, its like the CW or something along those lines? What is this about? (I also read that Supernatural is supposed to be a SHOE IN, and that is good, I guess, I really don't know anything about this.)

And another, wasn't Shadow amazing? OMG! Sam and Dean's moment before going to the warehouse… I was so excited! Jensen Ackles is a God! I LOVE HIM! And it was so exciting. Seriously, I haven't been scared by that show since Bloody Mary and that one scene in Dead in the Water (when you see the dead boy's head half submerged, seriously almost screamed) but when the Shadow things came the second time in their room I screamed! That episode was just… amazing. I loved everything about it. PERFECT! Sorry, I'll stop or I'll go on all day!

THANKS FOR READING AND NOW YOU CAN REVIEW TOO!

Chapter six; You Can't Trust Everyone (warning, slight language)

"Be strong, my love. For he will never rest. And now that we are together for eternity we will punish him and his kind. For they are the ones that are ill." Lisa yelled at the top of her lungs as she stood atop the rock cliff, staring dangerously over the edge. She turned her head back, her eyes gleaming green, and let the side of her mouth quirk into a demonic smile. "Death does nothing but free you." She whispered. The wind carried the sweet voice to his ears long after she had fallen.

"Lisa!" Sam yelled as he sat up. He looked around the room wildly. It was the same dirty motel room. It was dark now and he was wearing the same clothes he had worn to dinner. He faintly remembered passing out on the bed after a horrible headache finally subsided. He was shaking and covered in sweat.

"Sam." Dean whispered. Sam was now aware of the strong grip Dean had on his shoulder. "Sammy, are you okay?" Dean asked again. Sam nodded, pressing the heel of his hand to his forehead.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." He whispered. Dean looked at him skeptically. "Really, it was just a nightmare."

"It's never just a nightmare with you." Dean reminded him. Sam shrugged Dean's hand off his shoulder.

"Well, this time it is."

"Well I don't believe you." Dean said simply. "Lisa killed you again, didn't she?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head. "What happened then? Sam, you passed out at the hospital! Do you know how many questions I had to dodge! Your nose started bleeding and they wanted to give you an MRI…"

"It was just a dream, Dean!" Sam yelled. "About puppies and rainbows! Now shut the hell up and let me go back to sleep." Sam ordered. Dean got that look on his face, that angry "you always want to talk, well we're going to fucking talk!" look. He stood up and yanked the blankets off of Sam's bed.

"Damn it Sam! You wake up screaming and you expect me to believe it's just a plain nightmare? You don't have normal dreams, Sam! You said it yourself, they come true! Now whatever the hell you dreamed about freaked you out, now are you going to tell me? Or am I going to have to beat it out of you?" Dean was to that point. Why couldn't Sam see that he was worried? He was scared out of his mind. Sam sat up.

"You're going to hit me, Dean?" He asked daringly. Sam stood up and walked over to Dean, standing close enough for their chests to touch. Sam looked down at Dean. "But big brother, Dad wouldn't agree to that." He said mockingly. "It's your job to protect me and that's all you ever comprehend, isn't it, Dean?" Sam shoved him. "You're too God damn pathetic to do anything Dad wouldn't approve of."

"Like his good little soldier, huh Sammy?" Dean asked bitterly. Sam just wanted Dean to take a swing. Hit him right in the face. That's what Sam wanted. He needed that pain to wake him up.

"Hey Dean, in case you've missed it, Dad doesn't want us to find him." Sam whispered. "Did he call when you were reported as dead when we fought that shapeshifter up at Stanford?" Sam asked and answered his own question with an over exaggerated shake of his head. "No, he didn't. Did he call when you were sick and dying in a hospital bed? NO! He didn't Dean because he doesn't care about us! He never has!" That did it.

Dean threw his fist at Sam's face. He felt his knuckles split against Sam's jaw. Sam toppled back onto the bed and Dean pined his arms down.

"Sam…" Dean bit down on his flow of words. He let Sam go, hurried to grab his coat and stormed out of the hotel room. Sam held his jaw.

He felt like an ass, and yet he felt better than he had in a really long time. He was so pissed at his father for deserting them like that… for deserting Dean. Dean was always there for their father. Dean always had the utmost adoration for their father, never questioning him, never defying him. Sam couldn't understand how he could just leave Dean like that, after all Dean had sacrificed to join in his crusade.

John was the one who deserved to be suffering.

DEAN

Dean shoved his hands deep into his pockets. He knew Sam wasn't thinking clearly. He was angry and Dean saw the hurt in his eyes when he said those things, but still… Maybe he had really meant all that he had said back at that asylum.

It sent shivers through Dean.

Wait, no.

That didn't send the shivers.

Dean stopped in his tracks and looked around. Someone was watching him. He knew that feeling anywhere. It was a hunter's instinct. It was dark so the stalker had a good advantage. Dean cursed himself silently for being so careless. He didn't have a weapon or anything.

Wait. His cell phone. He reached into his pocket and dialed Sam's cell.

"Damn it Sammy, pick up the phone." Dean whispered urgently, eyeing those pair of approaching headlights cautiously.

SAM

He knew it was Dean. Part of him wanted to smash the phone under his feet and the other half wanted to dive on it and apologize. He settled with letting it ring four times.

"What?" He answered rudely.

"Sam?" Dean asked and Sam could tell he was running. Sam's heart jumped up his throat, preceded by his dinner. He swallowed it back down.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, rising to his feet.

"Something is chasing me." Dean whispered.

DEAN

Dean stopped and crouched behind a tree. It was doubtful the car would drive across the field. He heard the doors slam shut and he crouched lower.

"Who?" Sam asked. Dean rolled his eyes.

"If I knew Sam, I'd tell you." Dean whispered.

"Do you know what they want? Or why they're chasing you? Dean are they armed? Can you get out of there?" He was firing off questions like a machine gun.

"Sam, take a breath. I don't think they see me." Dean whispered. He felt the phone slide from his hand slowly. Something hard jammed into his back.

"Turn around slowly." A female voice ordered. Dean raised his hands in the air and turned slowly.

"Can I say goodbye…" Dean whispered, motioning towards the phone. She tossed it on the ground and Dean went to reach for it, and she pulled the trigger.

SAM

"DEAN!" Sam yelled when he heard the gunshot and the line went dead. Sam threw his phone down and grabbed two handfuls of his hair.

Okay, the first thing he had to remember was not to panic. He didn't do any good sitting there panicking… but that's all he could do. He didn't know where Dean was, who had him, if he was hurt or anything. And what if Dean was dead? No. Not after that fight. After all fate had taken from them, it would not take Dean now, not now. Not after that. Sam had always expected Dean to die in his arms where he could hold him and tell him goodbye and that he loved him, not like this, not across town all alone in some sicko's basement. Dean was too good for that. In the least Dean should die saving his brother.

Dean had mentioned something about a field. And he had walked so he couldn't have been far at all. Sam opened the curtains of the window and looked out as far as he could in the dark. There was a field across the highway, maybe that's the field Dean was referring to.

Sam grabbed his coat and opened the door. He froze and smiled uncomfortably at Lisa. She smiled back.

"Uh, Lisa, it's like, four o'clock in the morning. What are you doing here?" Sam asked curiously. She let herself in and sat down on the nearest bed. Sam shut the door, he really didn't have time for this.

"Where is Dean?" She asked and gave him a smile he really didn't like. Sam stepped towards her. "You don't know, do you?" She taunted, cocking her head to the side. Sam grabbed her wrist and yanked her to her feet.

"Where is my brother?" He hissed. Lisa looked at his hand.

"You'd better let go of me, Samuel. I'd really hate to hurt you." She whispered. Sam grabbed her other hand.

"Where is Dean?" He yelled again. She sighed heavily.

"Oh, you'll get to see him, Sam." She whispered and yanked her hands away. "Soon." She added and Sam felt a sharp pain in his stomach. He looked down at the syringe she had just stuck in him. Before he could react she injected the serum and Sam dropped to his knees. She knelt down. "Oh and by the way… I met you at one of Jess's birthday parties. My name is actually Hannah. Jessica introduced us. We were childhood friends, everyone always though we were sisters." She sighed and stroked his cheek, pushing him roughly to the ground. She straddled his waist. He had roughly two minutes before he lost consciousness. She leaned towards his face so their lips were almost touching. "You and her had just started met and I came into your bedroom that night and you thought I was her…" She whispered and brushed her lips across his. "I'm glad that little bitch got hers… she came between us." She sighed heavily. "And now your bitch brother is going to get his too."

Then the world went red and slowly faded to black.