"I guess this is bigger then we thought, huh?" Dean held the steering wheel with both hands, staring ahead at the lineup of cars halted before a red light. It was as if the town had finally woken up. The streets were full ofautomobiles heading to different destinations and groups of people walked along the sidewalk. Everything appeared to be normal.

"Bigger then you thought, Dean." Sam corrected from the passenger's seat. "I knew we should have checked this place out earlier. We're lucky I kept tabs on the town website to see if anything changed." He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed, clearly frustrated. "I mean, if we had come here earlier maybe we could have prevented those eight other abductions. What if those people are never found, or what if they're-"

"You can't blame yourself if they are, Sammy." Dean continued to stare ahead as Sam shot him a fiery glare.

"Why can't I Dean?" he asked in an angry voice. "Do you want me to blame you instead? Is that it?"

"Sam-"

"No, Dean. It's true, I should be blaming you. You're the one who said it was probably nothing dangerous or worth our concern!"

"Sam!" Dean's hands tightened on the wheel as he whipped his head around to face his brother. "How the hell was I supposed to know eight more people would go missing? How the hell was I supposed to know it wasn't just a few teenagers running away from home who had disappeared?" His voice softened and his face smoothened. "We'll find those people and destroy the evil son of a bitch who's doing all of this, all right? We always do."

Sam stared ahead now. "Light's green."

Sam lay awake as he stared up at the dirty, yellow ceiling of the motel room. Shadows cast by the broken blinds hanging over the window played along the wall to his right and over a picture of a farm that hung crookedly on the torn wallpaper. Sam remained still as the soft snoring from his brother was the only sound that filled the room.

The proceedings of the previous day replayed in his mind over and over again. The woman's eyes kept flashing before him, the blackness swirling like mist and then suddenly vanishing. What kind of supernatural creature was she? Was she responsible for the sudden thirteen disappearances?

When Sam had looked over the files Dean had stolen from the police department he had found no peculiar similarities between the thirteen missing people. They all ranged in age, sex, race, and background, none of them having a bizarre personal history. It was definitely a mystery...

Dean muttered something in his sleep and Sam was wrenched from his thoughts. Heaving a sigh he turned onto his side, shutting his eyes to finally get some sleep.

Dean laughed quietly as he gradually awoke from his sleep. He chuckled as something tickled his foot. His eyes slowly opening,the older Winchestersuddenly became aware of the cold tingling on his foot and flipped onto his back.

"What the hell?" he shouted as he stared in astonishment at his foot. A thin wisp of black smoke was winding its way around his ankle, emerging from the very darkness of the room. He saw Sam move from the corner of his eye, woken from his yell, and tried to yank his foot free from the smoke. The thin strand suddenly thickened and tightened as it seized his ankle and yanked him from the bed.

"Holy shit!" Dean felt himself flying off the bed and then hitting the hard floor below. Before he had time to react he was being dragged across the floor of the motel room in only his boxers.

He heard Sam call his name behind him as he headed straight for the door which had suddenly swung open. A dark cloud filled the doorway, and Dean held his hands to his face as he was torn straight through it. A flurry of black smoke surrounded him as he felt himself being suddenly thrown. The thick smoke swirled angrily around him like a twister as his back hit something hard and metallic. Feeling the sensation of falling, Dean reached out frantically with his hands for something -anything- to grab hold of.

His left hand managed to grip a metal bar and his rapid descent came to an abrupt halt. Holding on for dear life the smoke continued to swirl in a frenzied rage around him. Dean tried to look around but all he could see was twirling chaos as a high pitched hum filled his ears. His hand began to slip, or something seemed to be prying it loose. Dean tried to hang on but the supernatural force eventually won and fear clouded his mind as began to fall once more.