Sam looked out of the window of Dean's Impala as endless forest paths met his eyes. Dean had been relatively silent for relatively most of the trip- except his random and ear-splitting moments when he would 'rock out' to Metallica. Sam inwardly cringed at the memories. He had to get Dean some better music, least his sanity suffer from anymore of Dean's marathon singing moments.
"So…we turn here right?" Dean asked suddenly, and he cringed. Both he and Sam knew that Dean knew exactly where he was going. Asking the question had just been a way to try and lift the uncomfortable silence around them. Sam just nodded.
"Yep, and then we should head straight for a while, pass Deer's Crossing and then we should be there." He nodded and once again the eerie silence settled around them.
"So…Deer's Crossing- that's creative." Dean tried again and Sam sighed.
"What?" He asked suddenly and Dean blinked.
"What, what?" He asked back.
"You've never been one to dance around the point, what do you want to talk about?" Dean flushed a little not realizing how obvious he was being.
"Nothing." He said quickly, and Sam gave him a look.
"Dean…" He said warningly and Dean sighed.
"How are you doing? You've been kind of quiet for a while now…ever since we had a run in with the Doctor from the Asylum-"
"Dean" Sam cut him off. "I'm fine." Dean growled mentally as he felt Sam push him away.
"Sammy- spill."
"It's Sam, and there's nothing to tell."
"Sammy, don't lie to me. You've been moody lately- well moodier than usual…" Dean smirked as Sam rolled his eyes. "Is it what you said: He asked and he saw Sam cringe out of the corner of his eyes. "So that's it…"
"I'm sorry Dean." Dean sighed
"For what?"
"For what I said. I didn't mean to-"
"Stop Sammy."
"I don't think that you're dad's lap dog-"
"Sam"
"I don't think that at all- all of those things were taken out of context and in anger-"
"Sam!" Dean snapped suddenly and Sam snapped back. Dean pulled the car to the side of the road and threw it in park before spinning to look at Sam, who was looking at Dean with wide eyes.
"Stop it! I get it, you're sorry! How am I ever supposed to forget it if you refuse to let it go!" Dean snapped and Sam looked down, suddenly very interested in his hands and Dean sighed. "Sammy?"
"…Yes…"
"I'm not mad at you. I've entirely let it go." Sam looked up at him hopefully. "Let it go."
"Dean-" Sam started but Dean held up a hand to cut him off.
"Hey- no chick flick moments." Sam threw his head back and laughed, and Dean smiled. "We good?" He asked and Sam nodded.
"We're better than good. Now let's go kick some paranormal ass." Dean smirked as he pulled the car back out on the path.
"Now you're talking my language." He said as he put in another tape, and Sam groaned.
.oOOo.
The cabin was in a remote clearing, over-looking the lake and the dock. Sam could instantly see what had caused Laurie to fall in love with it as he looked around.
"What a dump." Dean said suddenly and Sam rolled his eyes.
"I believe the term is fixer-upper." Sam corrected.
"Whatever Sammy, I say we get settled in, and then we find out what exactly scared your friend away." Sam examined the surrounding area.
"Seems quiet enough…"
"Even the dead rest sometime." Dean stated walking up to the door. Sam nodded.
"If only they'd stay resting." He muttered.
"But then what would big strong guys like us do to help make the world a better place?" Dean asked jokingly.
"Join the Peace Corps." Sam dead-panned and Dean snickered.
"Come on, let's get unpacked." Dean stated and Sam followed his brother into the cabin. He felt a wind brush his back before he stepped into the house. He paused and looked out over the lake. Suddenly he was filled with mixed feelings. One was that of happiness but the other…
Was that of foreboding.
.oOOo.
Sam closed the door behind him, a slight shiver running down his spine. He quickly glanced around the first level of the cabin. It was fairly simple to look at, meaning that you could take in the entire area in one glance. There was very little furniture: a table with two chairs, a stove, a couch and a very small TV. Dean seemed to be inspecting it.
"Do you think that this thing gets cable?" Dean asked and Sam shook his head.
"Probably not. Laurie had just moved in and somehow I think that cable was not too high on her 'things to do list'" He answered and Dean sighed.
"Oh well." He muttered half-heartedly, and Sam smiled.
"We should probably unpack…" Sam stated and Dean nodded, grabbing the duffle bags that he had placed down on the ground shortly after he had come in.
"Let's see the state of the bedroom…'s'"
"There are two. Laurie told me that there is a guest room and a master bedroom." Dean nodded.
"I claim master." He said quickly and Sam laughed.
"Very well. I'll take guest." He said appeasingly. Both Dean and Sam separated to get the place settled.
.oOOo.
"So what do you think that we should do first?" Sam asked, looking over at Dean as he finished unpacking the stuff for the bathroom as Dean shrugged.
"Research? Find out what could have possibly happened here, and how ticked off of a spirit we're dealing with."
"You think that it's a spirit?" Sam asked, truth be told, he had come to the same conclusion, but he wanted to know how Dean came to it.
"Well yeah, I mean she mentioned voices and noises, as well as other 'scary' things. Most likely we're handling a spirit case."
"Well how violent do you think it is?"
"We won't know until it reveals itself." Dean said and Sam nodded.
"So we're headed to that town up the road?" Dean shrugged non-chalantly.
"It's our best bet." He stated and Sam looked out of the window at the darkening sky. "Hey-" Dean started and Sam directed his attention back to him. "We'll start searching tomorrow. It's late and I want to be here if Casper decides to pay a visit."
"I agree. I'll head downstairs and see if I can whip something up for dinner." Sam said, walking towards the door.
"Well in that case- I claim shower." Dean said enthusiastically and Sam just chuckled to himself, walking down the hall, allowing Dean to get in the shower in peace. 'I wonder if he'll save me any hot water…' Sam thought idly as he heard the water start running. Sam started doing an inventory of what he had to work with. Upstairs he could hear Dean singing horribly off key and he laughed. 'Only Dean' he thought amused. Sam realized that he could probably make spaghetti if Laurie had some pasta somewhere. He had already found everything else.
"Now let's see, where would one store the pasta?" Sam mused aloud and he noticed a door with a little sign hanging from it that said 'pantry'. "There." He concluded walking over to it and opening the door, turning on the light and walking in. The pantry was pretty big. He could have lain flat in it comfortably, but that wasn't what he was here for. He started rummaging through what was there and decided that if he and Dean were going to stay any longer, than he would have to go grocery shopping since he didn't remember seeing a Wendy's on the drive there.
Sam's eyes fell upon a pack of macaroni noodles and he shrugged. They would work. He walked over and reached up to grab them when the light above him stated flickering, and he froze. He knew what that meant. He moved quickly to leave the pantry when suddenly the door slammed shut in his face and he grabbed the doorknob, trying to force it open as the light continued to flicker.
"DEAN!" He yelled, pounding on the door with one hand and vainly trying to open it with the other. He felt the temperature in the small area drop, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. "DEAN HELP!" He tried again, but he heard nothing from the other side of the door- just his rapid heartbeat. Suddenly the light died and Sam barely held in his cry of surprise. He tried the door and fumbled with the light switch even though he knew that it was no good. Sam felt something behind him and he knew that he was no longer alone, and he was in trouble- just as something that resembled the feel of a hand ghosted across his back. 'Oh shit…'
.oOOo.
Hehehe...cliff hanger. Review and I might post the next part up quicker.