AN: You asked for it and here it is. Enjoy.

Chapter 16: We Meet Again

"What the hell was you thinking Sam? A reporter. Do you even know what could happen if she tell everyone that we're here," Dean said pacing. Sam just sat down at the table holding onto the folder Chloe gave him.

"I was thinking just fine and yes I do know. We were just talking, nothing else."

"But Sam she's a reporter."

"An intern but she's different. I know we shouldn't trust them but Chloe... she's different."

"All reporters..." Dean stopped himself to stop Sam for correcting him by holding up a finger. "And interns, in this case, are the same. They all want a story. We can't trust them, including Chloe."

Sam rolled his eyes and looked down at the folder in his hand. He put it down on the table and looked back up at his brother. Dean looked from him to the folder and walked up to him.

"What's that," Dean pointed to the folder as he sat down.

"It's the folder on us," Sam said sliding the folder toward Dean. "Chloe gave it to me when she told me she's giving up on the search for us."

Dean picked it up and examined the papers inside. Like Sam he smiled at the pictures of them and then dropped it when he saw their mom's pictures. A piece of paper fell out and he picked it up and read it out loud.

"Mercer, South Carolina," he shook his head. "She must be really good in order to find us here." He dropped the piece of paper and the folder on the table and stood up. "Our search for the seven people is running cold. We have to find out who is doing this and fast or more people are going to disappear."

"I know. I guess we can start at the library then," Sam stood.

Dean grabbed his dad journal and went outside and into the car with Sam. They pulled out of the lot and onto the road heading for Mercer's Library. When they got their Sam had his laptop strap on his shoulder and Dean had their father's journal in his hand. They were looking the part of desperate researchers as they stepped in. The library was cool and quiet. Only a few people were in their doing their research as Sam and Dean made their way to a sucluded table. Sam sat down to boot up his laptop while Dean left to go in the newspaper section to read up on Mercer's history of disappearing people. Ten minutes passed, Dean came back with a bunch of printed out of newspaper articles.

"I got something," Dean said sitting down. Sam looked from his computer and looked down at the papers scattered around the table.

"In the mid ninteen sixties several people went missing in the last six months. Their bodies were never found and the police never had a suspect. But check this out," Dean said handing Sam a paper. Sam read the head line.

" Twenty-two year old,Michael Welch found shivering in the Woods," Sam stopped and looked at his brother, who motion for him to keep reading. "Micheal Welch went missing two nights ago from his lodge in the woods and police found him frantic and scared. While in the hospital, Welch kept mumming Fear is Weakness over and over until he was admitted in the mental hospital of Mercer. He was the only surviving victim from the total twevle." Sam looked up at his brother who sat nodding his head.

"All in the mid seventies, eighties, and so on, people been disappearing. Police can't find a single connection between the disappearences or who is doing it, so they label the cases cold cases."

"Why don't they close the woods?"

"They would but since so many people live out in the woods, they figure if they close it, it would cause problems. Since it is a national historic area and part of their town's ghost sightings. The police warn people to go in the woods in pairs or carry a weapon just in case but people still disappears."

Sam started typing something into his computer and stopped to read something. "It said here that only a couple of people live in the woods. Others moved or realitors stopped saling houses."

"For forty years this thing been taking people, for what I don't know. We have to find out soon before it takes more people." Sam nodded.

'I agree but what it is I don't know. We know it isn't a ghost or a werewolf. Whatever it is, it hides. Maybe it can disguise itself or camoflage in its enivornment."

"Yes and that is why I think we're dealing with something demonic. The routine disappearences, no evidents of comparison between the victims, and the woods. If it's not a demon then what else. That is why I'm going to look up demonology. You my friend, look up anything about the relationship with a demon and the woods," Dean stood up and left his brother looking up the subject. It wasn't that long until he heard his brother's voice from behind the tower of shelves. "What the hell." Sam got up from his seat and went towards where he heard his brother. When he found him and was relief that it wasn't nothing serious.

"Dean what's with you yelling in the library? Did you find anything good," Sam said walking close to his brother.

"I found something alright and I wished I hadn't."

Sam frowned and looked toward where his brother was looking at. Sam frowned dropped when he saw the person standing in front of them. Chloe was smiling at them holding a book in her hands as the brothers look on.

"What's with you with the following," Dean said frustrated.

"Well nothing because I'm not here to follow you guys, I'm actually here to do research," Chloe said pushing between them.

"On what, us."

"No, the disappearences. I figured that if I can't get a story, I might as well join you guys on the search on the missing people."

"I wonder what gave you that ideal," Dean said throwing Sam a look.

"Don't look at me, I didn't tell her anything," Sam shrudded.

"He's right, I figured this one on my own. You guys possing as detectives, investigating the woods, it's not that hard to see what you guys are up to," Chloe said putting her book down on the table where her things were.

"I see what you're doing and it's not going to work," Dean said.

"And what am I doing percisely," Chloe turned to face Dean, who stood in front of Sam.

Before Dean couldn't answer, an elderly lady came and shush them to be quiet. They all looked at the lady and around the room. People was looking at them and giving them looks. Chloe smiled at some of the people who was still looking at them and looked back at the brothers. Dean was shaking his head and Sam was scratching the back of his head. Chloe sighed and Dean looked back at Chloe with an evil stare.

"You see I know your type. You play nice and want to help but then when it's all over you want answers, information, well forget it. We don't want your help nor are we going to give anything so you can write your story about us."

Dean pushed passed his brother and grabbed the paper that were laying out on the table. Sam grabbed his laptop and put it back in its case and followed behind his brother. Chloe followed in persuit after gathering her things. They passed by the old lady and she shushed them one more time. "Yeah yeah," Dean yelled back before heading out the door.

"You know what, I'm not the kind of reporter you think I am."

"Yeah your just a intern,' Dean yelled back from the stairs.

"Chloe please, I know you mean well but right now isn't the time for it. We can handle this. Just give it a rest, okay," Sam said looking up at Chloe.

"You know, you are going to need my help and I can't wait until you ask for it," Chloe yelled from the top the stairs. The brother were already to their car and opening the doors when Chloe went on. "Like Michael Welch for instances."

Sam and Dean stopped in their track and looked at each other. They looked at Chloe and she was standing there smiling with her hands on her hips.

"How did you know about Michael Welch," Sam asked walking back upstairs to Chloe.

"I already told you, I'm want to be an investigative reporter and research is what I do best. Anyway I been in the library searching and I stumbled upon Michael's name. I read about the artice about him and where he is now, I figured what a good way then paying mister Welch a visit. As his granddaughter of course."

"They won't buy into that,' Dean yelled from the car.

"Oh, like they won't buy in two young men possing as detectives. Yeah I'll take my chances."

"No matter because your not helping us. Sam come on," Dean yelled getting into the car.

"Chloe I really appreciate the offer but don't you think you going a little to far," Sam said looking concern.

"Sam I want to help. It's not about the story anymore. Your brother can't see that but I would thought you of all people would understand that by now. I guess you really can't trust me."

Chloe walked down the stairs with Sam following behind her. She got to her car and started putting her thing inside.

"Chloe I know you mean well but it's not right for you to help us. It's dangerous and you have to understand that."

"Then help me to understand Sam because with you not telling me anything then I really don't see the point in me stopping. If it so dangerous why are you two doing it. I've been in dangerous situation before and I can handle it. Help me understand why I can't help?" Chloe stared at Sam until he give her an answer. Dean hit the horn and looked at his brother to come on. Sam looked at his brother for a second and then back at Chloe.

"Chloe I wished I could tell you but I can't...just drop what you are doing before you get hurt okay," Sam said walking backwards toward the impala.

"It's about time," Dean said from the car once Sam got in. They drove away leaving, Chloe standing by her car with her hands on her hips. She shook her head and got in.

"I'm sorry Sam but I can't do that," Chloe said to herself as she looked back to drive out of the library parking lot.

AN: So what did you think? Halla back.