No sooner than Dean and Sam disappeared around one corner, Sam and Dean appeared around another.

'Oh my god,' Sam said, shocked.

'What?' said Dean, stopping abruptly. His face dropped. 'No…not the car…anything but the car…WHY DID THEY TOUCH THE CAR!' He ran up to his precious Impala, his hands clutching his head. 'Oh, man,' he whined, pulling at the axe stuck in the windshield. He ran around to the trunk, to find the keys stuck in it. Sam joined him as he opened the trunk.

'Where are my guns! There are only half of them here! Oh god, this is worse than death!'

Sam, who was also shocked at the appearance of the car, wandered around to the passenger side, and noticed his duffel bag sitting on the back seat. He reached in and grabbed it, hearing broken items rattling around. He pulled out a frame, his face dropping when he saw it. It was his favourite picture, of Jess and him. God, it seemed like yesterday when that photo was taken. The frame had a large crack in it, but it was what was drawn and written on the photo that angered Sam. Someone had drawn devil horns on his beloved girlfriend, and below her was written 'It's all you fault Sam…all your fault…I'm in hell because of YOU!' Brushing back tears he threw the picture away angrily. Dean approached him.

'Dude, are you ok?' he asked tenderly.

'I'm fine,' said Sam. 'We can't leave this place. We have to kill them all…they've made it personal.' His eyes narrowed. 'They're going to regret ever messing with Sam and Dean Winchester.' He walked around to the trunk, grabbing a shotgun and a box of silver bullets. He threw another gun at Dean and slammed the trunk.

'Time for action,' he said. 'Where should we start?'

Dean put a thoughtful look on his face. Brooks had specifically told him to lead Sam to the corner of a certain street in the town, for the second part of their fun.

'Um, I'm not sure, how about we just wander around?' he said.

Sam gave him an incredulous look. 'Wander around? What's that going to achieve? We need to go to the sewers, that's where they'll most likely be.'

'Well, I've just got this feeling about a certain street in the town…do you mind if we quickly take a look then head to the sewers?' Dean said, trying to make his voice sound meaningful.

'Ok…' said Sam. He glanced quizzically at his brother. Dean didn't seem normal. Then again, he was pretty passionate about his car, and seeing it wrecked could explain a lot. Sam shook his head.

'Nothing's wrong,' he thought. 'Stop being so paranoid.' He watched as Dean began to walk off quickly before sighing and following him.

'This is the street,' said Dean after they had been walking for a while. 'I get this real bad feeling about it.' He kept walking up the street. 'I also got a feeling about the one around the corner.' They reached the end of the street and rounded the corner. Sam's jaw dropped as he and Dean stopped abruptly and backed up. It was impossible. His brother was beside him. But there, in front of him, was Dean and an identical image of him.

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Mmm...so this chap was a little harder...i didnt no how to express myself, hope it's ok :S

R & R as normal