Hey everyone. It's me again. I'm still dumb when it comes to how to post on this site, but I'm having a ball trying to find out. I hope everyone has liked my ff. so far. I'm posting chapter 2. Please read and review.

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Chapter 2

Sam and Dean headed back to their motel room. Dean looked over at Sam. He's just staring off into space. Dean turned down the music on the radio and looked at Sam. "Man, are you sure you're ok," asked Dean.

"I told you I'm fine. Why?" answered Sam.

"I don't know," said Dean. "It's just that you've never zoned out like that before."

"Look, it's nothing ok. I just got to thinking about something, that's all." Dean continued to look at his brother. "I'm fine" said Sam.

"Ok," began Dean, "tell me what you were thinking about."

Sam sat there a few minutes and tried to think. "That's funny," he said, "I can't remember."

"Yeah," retorted Dean, funny."

Sam laughed at his brother. "Quit worrying about me. I'm ok."

Dean let it go, but he was worried about his brother. He knew something wasn't right, he just couldn't put his finger on it.

After Sam and Dean got a bite to eat, they went up to their room. They settled in after their meal when they heard a knock at their door. The brothers looked at each other and Sam went to answer it, but when he opened the door there was no one there. Sam frowned and shrugged. He was just about to close the door and he looked down to notice a note on the ground. He bent to pick it up and shut the door. The note was folded in half. Sam opened it to read it, then he gave it to Dean to read.

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE! COME TO THE WOODS AT MIDNIGHT AND COME ALONE!

The note was written in red and had no signature. Sam grinned. "Well, what do you think?"

"What do you mean what do I think?"

"Just what I said. What do you think," requested Sam again.

Dean looked at his baby brother. "No way, we're not going, forget it!"

"What do you mean forget it, Dean, we could find some answers."

"Yeah, we could," said Dean getting up from the bed, "or we could be walking into a trap." Sam sure isn't acting right.

"What?" asked Sam, seeing the puzzled look on his brother's face.

"Nothing" answered Dean in a worried tone. "You sure are all gung ho all of a sudden bro. We have no idea what we would be walking into."

"Look we're supposed to be here to help your friend, Dean, so let's help! That is the reason we're here right? So what's taking so long," questioned Sam, a bit irritated.

"Because, we don't know what's out there yet. We have to be careful. It could be a trap," replied Dean

"Whatever!" said Sam getting up. "I'm going whether you go or not!"

"No, you're not! Not until we know a little bit more about what's going on! Just forget it!"

"You're giving orders again Dean and I don't like it!" He started to walk away but Dean grabbed his arm.

Dean looked at Sam with concern in his eyes. "Sam, man, what's with you today. You haven't acted like this in awhile."

Sam jerked his arm away from Dean. "Acted like what?"

"You're acting like your mad at the world again dude. What's with you?"

"I told you I was ok," fired Sam and he started to walk out of the room again.

"No man, your not ok, and you're not going anywhere until we figure this out!" Dean grabbed Sam's arm again as he tried to walk out.

"Let go of me Dean." he said in a low voice.

"No! Something is wrong!" Sam jerked his arm away from Dean again and shoved him. Dean stumbled backwards and Sam stormed out of the room. He got into Deans car and sped away. Dean ran out of the room in time to see Sam screech out of the parking lot.

"Son of a..." Dean said brushing himself off. "Shit, I know one thing, if there is nothing wrong with him I swear I'm gonna kick his ass." There was a gnawing unease in his belly for his brother. Something was wrong with Sam. Dean ran back in the motel room to get his duffel bag and his weapons that he had gotten out of the car earlier. Now he just needed to find some means of transportation.