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Thanks to: Ghostwriter for the review and anyone else who read the first chapter:-)

Also I decided to change this chapter. I had a better idea. Hope you enjoy!

Bradford – Pennsylvania.

" Well, we are here, the only problem is, where is she?" Sam brought up. Getting in Bradford wasn't enough, she could be in anywhere.

" We need a gas station, or that won't be our only problem"

" There is one right over there."

He pulled over the car and turned off the music. A guy came to assist them, he was in his 40's and had a broad smile on his face.

" Hi there, you boys just passing through?" he asked as he was doing his job.

" We are looking for a friend" Sam offered checking his computer again.

" Tell me, have you noticed anything…unusual happening? Or maybe, heard rumors about it?" Dean asked trying not to sound suspicious, but sound like a regular curious tourist.

The man offered a smile. " Nothing unusual son. What exactly are you boys looking for?"

" Anything, really. Weird animals, people disappearing without a trace, stuff like that".

The smile became a confused look. Still the man managed to let out a fake laugh " You are out of luck boy, nothing like that happened around here, not that I heard of anyway". He finished.

" Alright then, thanks" Dean also offered a fake smile. He got back into the Impala, Sam was closing his laptop. " Nothing. I have no idea why she called us here. Which I must remind you; we are in the dark here. So, what are we supposed to do? Check every single motel!"

" Of course not, that would take too long. I guess, maybe I should try the phone again."

Dean reached for his phone, no new messages, no missed calls. He dialed her number and…after a few seconds he finally got an answer.

" Hi Dean". It was Lindsey. Finally he thought. She didn't sound like someone who was in trouble.

" Lindsey, where the hell are you?" – his voice was not mad, but worried.

" I am inside an airplane, flying to US. Why?"

" What? Aren't you supposed to be in Pennsylvania?" He was astonished. Sam was following the conversation gave Dean a ' what-the-hell-is-happening-look'.

" No, why would I be there? I was in Rome for the past three weeks working on a digging/hunting gig".

" Rome? I have a voice message from you on my phone. You asked us to come to Bradford".

" Dean, THAT'S impossible. My phone had no signal there, therefore, couldn't have been me…(she paused for a second)…unless… is this a lame excuse you found to finally give me a call?"

" Why would you assume that I…" He paused for a moment and heard Lin laughing on the other side. "You know what… I do have a phone too. Why do I have to call?"

" You really don't wanna have this conversation." She cleared her throat. " Anyway, It wasn't me".

" Then who?"

" I have no idea. What were you and your brother getting yourselves into before the message?"

" Umm, we were in Nevada working on a gig"

" Ghosts play with our minds, you know that.. I will meet you guys in Nevada and we can check this out"

" Hold on".

Dean turned to Sam, fear and concern could be seen in both their faces. Had that place messed up with their minds? He took a deep breath and waited a few seconds thinking about it. Deep inside, he wanted to forget about the place. Although his curiosity has always been bigger than his logic, this time logic was speaking louder and this time, he was not supposed to hear it. Something was wrong.

" I think we should go back Sam"

" Are you sure. We can't go there unprepared."

" I know" – He got back to his phone.

" Ok Lin. I see you in Nevada".

On the road, it was already dark, Dean was driving. Sam noticed his brother shaking.

" Are you alright Dean?"

" Yeah, I am just a little cold." Sam reached for his brother's forehead; Dean got Sam's before he could touch him. "Hands off, I am fine". He didn't give in so easily, so reached for his forehead again being able to touch it. "Strange, you don't have a fever. As a matter of fact, you are cold like ice".

" I just need another coat. The heat from a chick's body would be nice as well."

Sam laughed at his helpless brother. " I am sure Lindsey can pull it off" Sam mentioned noticing his brother's smug expression. " That, my little bro, you will never know". Dean said raising his eyebrows. " Believe me, I don't wanna know about your sex adventures, specially regarding Lin".

Dean took a good look at his brother. " I am a little cold, you on the other hand, are sweating way too much. That can't be good".

" Don't try to turn this on me. I am not the one shivering and freezing".

" Exactly, you are baking like a cake, which is far worse."

" Whatever" Sam opened his laptop, for hours he had been searching about the place, the damn place they ran from. He wasn't lucky though. It was like if that forest didn't exist. Their last hope was the library and face-face questioning.

" You know Dean, I am not sure if we should go back there. Can't we just ignore the fake message?" He said passing his hand through his sweaty face.

" Look at you, seems like you just left gym. This is not only about the message. We have to find out what's there".

" Look at YOU! You can barely keep a steady hand on the wheel. It's not so cold."

" And it's not hot, at all".

This battle Sam could not win. Dean was stubborn and he wouldn't stop until he knew what was going on. Even worse, until they were back to normal. He wanted to convince his brother to let him drive, get a blanket and sleep for a while. Truth to be told was. Neither of them was in a good shape. He didn't trust himself driving at the moment anyway. Silently watching the highway along the way, something caught Sam's attention.

Those eyes. The creepy red eyes! He could see them, all over the road, observing the Impala through the bushes. The sad, frightening weeping was back as well. Screaming, crying, help requests, echoing in his ears.

" Dean!" he screamed covering his ears with his hands and squeezing his eyes shut. " It's here, the thing… things… they are here!"

Dean looked around and noticed they were surrounded. Thousands of red eyes along the highway, observing them.

" Great, a party in the middle of the road!" Dean said as he sped the Impala. Sam was still covering is ears, rocking his body back and forward. His sweating was out of control and Dean' s hand could barely hold the wheel. He felt like he was losing the control of his moves so freezing he was. His fingers were turning into ice cubes, his arms seemed to be turned into stones. Sam wanted to scream for his brother to stop the car. However, his throat felt unusually dry and the words wouldn't come out. Shit!. Panic could be seen on his face. Dean was also trying hard to keep up, unfortunately, few minutes later, he could no longer feel or control his hands, arms or fingers. Shit! The Impala went straight into a wooden pole. The things seemed to have happened in slow motion. Sam managed to let out a slight scream as he covered his face protectively with his arms, Dean did the same, but not before giving his brother an apologetic look.

The only thing that stopped this crash from being fatal was the last resource Dean had. His feet were still obeying, so he hit the breaks hard, decreasing the impact.

Darkness almost took over boys, all they wanted was to stay there and wait for someone to pass and call a damn ambulance to rescue them. When had they ever been able to be normal? Not even in a car crash, after all, the screaming never ceased and the unknown forces never left.

Dean noticed something pulling his brother harshly and quickly through the window of the car and dragging him into the bushes. Sam grabbed his brother's arms, his grip wasn't strong enough though.

" Dean". Was all he could whisper.

" NO! Sammy!" He hurried to step out of the car, his head was hurting like hell. His head was covered in blood from the injuries both he and Sam suffered. He ran after his brother, ignoring the looks directed to him. He chased Sammy's blood, stumbling on his feet. The noises inside his head were getting louder and louder. " Fuck! Stop it!"

What he was shouting at, not he even knew. He knew they were close to Nevada. But not so close to the forest where this things came from. What was happening there? Were they allowed to leave that place? Had they waken something up?

Dean recalled getting lost while trying to find a motel to stay as soon as they arrived in Nevada. They were actually just passing by. Dean had one of his brilliant ideas to take a shortcut.

" You and your shortcuts! Why do I listen to you!" Sam began bitching about it.

" Drama queen! Your lack of faith breaks my heart Sammy". Sam smiled and punched Dean's arms. "Ouch! Big mistake! Wait until we find a motel!". Always smug.

" If we find one. Where the hell are we anyway?" Dean raised his eyebrows and bit his lip.

" We are…on…a highway…going…somewhere".

" Right. I am glad we ironed things out then".

That's when they found the damn place. As something, shapeless appeared in the middle of the road.

" Dean, watch out!" Sam screamed getting his brother's attention. Dean was listening to music, singing along.

" Crap!" He forced the Impala into the bushes to find a hidden, abandoned highway.

He hit the breaks pulling over the car and checked if Sam was ok.

" Are you ok?"

" Yeah. You?"

" Peachy! After all, I was just pushed out of the road!." Dean said double checking his car.

" Yeah, to another one apparently" Sam pointed out the long way ahead of them , covered in grass, but visible. " You think we should check where this leads to?" Sam finished as he felt nothing weird regarding the highway.

" Sure Neo, and maybe we get to follow the white rabbit too".

" It could lead us to a town!"

" Or not".

" I dare ya!"

Dean let out a sigh and gave his brother a look then a grin.

" Deal, lets go".

He was brought back to reality when he saw Sam, squirming on the floor, being tormented by something not recognizable. And Dean couldn't get to him, the noise on his head was too loud, he fell on his knees and covered his ears never taking Sammy out of his sight.

"Sam" He wanted to focus on his brother. His brain was about to give in. Thousands of different voices were resounding loud in his head. Asking for help, threatening, shouting. It was too much. "What is this all about!" He kept repeating inside his head wanting to block some of the pleading.

He saw his brother blacking out few seconds before he lost consciousness too.

I changed chapter 2. I had another idea, which I liked better. Tell me what you think! Leave a review please :-)