A/N
Okay, I just wanted to say that if you're looking for some kind of romantic relationship to appear between one of the boys and any characters, it's not going to happen. We got some obsessing, but that's it. Okay so I'm heading to a horse show. I might not have a chance to post chapter four for a couple of days, but I'll try. I'm pretty sure no one's waiting on it anyways ;D But hope you enjoy this chapter, I'm trying to bring up the speed a little. And the reason for adding another character was I needed a clueless person. It'll make sense later… but hope you like!
Chapter Three
"Hey Sam, there's no cell service up here," Sam turned around to look at Dean who's eyes were still glued to the TV.
"Yeah so…" Sam said getting up and making his way back towards his room. Dean turned the TV off and followed behind him. When the door was shut and both boys' were certain they could talk in private, they continued their conversation.
"Well, it's just, if there is something here it's damned smart. It doesn't even have to worry about us trying to contact anyone."
"Yeah, but Dean it doesn't make any sense. If there's something out there, well first of all. Why's it just sending people home? It hasn't touched Nina, but it's not hurting anyone."
"Sure, that's what she told us. But if the thing can send people home and make it so they don't remember, surely it can make it so she's unaware of anything that happens. Plus, she's never been in the room when they disappeared, something could've happened to them and then they forgot."
"Well I guess. It would probably help if we could talk to them, but they are four hours away, and one of the girls is dead."
"I don't know. It could be..." Dean's voice trailed off as they heard a scream. After quickly glancing at each other, they both ran off down the hall, Sam following in Dean's footsteps.
"Hey everything okay out here?" Sam asked as they came around into the living room to find an almost pale Nina sitting on the floor tightly grasping a knife in her hand.
"Uh, yeah, actually everything's perfect," Nina replied once again in a monotone. No, she wasn't going to tell these two what had just happened. She would or could never tell them that she knew more about this demon than she was letting on. She couldn't tell them because, well then they'd know she was lying when she said she wasn't in the room when her friends had disappeared. She couldn't tell them because there was no way to explain the conversation she had actually had with the demon just a minute ago and the ones she had had two days before and a week prior.
"Everything's perfect? I'm pretty sure I just ran down the hall because I heard a scream. And I'm pretty sure I'm not imagining because Sam ran too, and I'm pretty sure when people scream like that it's not because they realized the pretty pink paint fits the wall well."
"I'm sure I'm fine, everything's perfect," this time her voice had a hint of anger in her voice.
"So what, like to hold on to knife's for fun?" But that didn't get an answer, just a glare in Dean's general direction.
It was mid-morning and neither boy's had seen any paranormal activity yet. Dean had even taken the EMF reader and scanned the whole house, it came up with nothing. They had considered getting up and leaving, but both Winchester's had grown to like the place in the night they had been there. Free food, awesome beds, quiet, and so far no paranormal activity, neither wanted to leave. It wouldn't hurt to stay a few days, and plus, if anyone needed them they wouldn't know it. They were due for a break, after what had happened with the reaper, that kid Max, and of course the creepy hicks Sam had been taken by, it wouldn't hurt to stay away for a few days. Dean was about to say something else, when they heard a knock on the front door. After giving Dean one last glance, Nina headed for the door.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Nina asked a familiar face that Sam couldn't see.
"Got bored, everyone back home is sick or something." Sam moved closer to get a look at the girl standing behind the door. The girl was shorter than Nina, and completely opposite looking. She had long blonde hair, and blue eyes. She looked like one of those girls who if she tried to tan, she would end up being pink, so she had to stick to her pale white skin 24/7. She was pretty, but like Nina, not gorgeous.
"Hey, this is Sam, and…" Nina paused and looked around the room. No one had noticed that Dean had slipped out while they were at the door. "Well, I don't know where he went. But the other one's Dean. Sam this is Chelsea."
"Nice to meet you," Chelsea said even though she barely acknowledged his presence. She walked forward and down the hall, just like she lived there instead of like she had just showed up at someone's house. She disappeared into one of the rooms, but before Sam could say anything, she was back and walking towards them. Nina shut the door and made her way across the room.
"Um, Chels, it might not be such a good idea to be here right now," Nina suggested.
"Hmmm?" Chelsea asked while barely looking over. Sam stood amazed at how this girl had just waltzed in and acted as if she had been there the whole time. He studied her face as she picked up a magazine and started to read it, barely noticing the hint of fear in Nina's voice, or the conversation she was apart of.
"Chels, I'm serious. It's not such a great idea. It's just, um, well, Sam here, his dad just died. And he's having a hard time with it," Nina lied. Sam glanced in her way. Okay this was not making sense to him. His dad died? What kind of lie was that? But it got Chelsea to look up for the first time. She looked at Sam for the first time, and after looking him up and down she got up to speak.
"Sure I get it. But don't worry, I know what'll make you feel better," She winked at Sam as he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Before Sam could say anything, like he had gotten a word in since she had arrived, Dean came waltzing in.
"Well hello there. Guess we got some visitors huh Sammy?" Sam didn't know where to look. It was between glancing at Nina and thinking about her lie, looking at Chelsea and trying to tell her no he didn't want to sleep with her, or looking at Dean and giving him the nastiest face he could come up with. But once again before Sam could talk, someone else broke in.
"Chelsea and you are?" Chelsea introduced herself eyeing Dean.
"Dean."
"Right and you know him how?" She asked vaguely pointing in Sam's direction.
"Brothers."
"Oh, right. Sorry about your dad." This caused Dean to glance at both Nina and Sam, but Sam had had enough. He was starting to make his way back to his room. "Sammy boy, where you going?" No one said anything for a while.
"Oh good, you guys are going to let me say something? Grand! Heading to my room, for a shower, away from all of you," Sam said stomping down the hall and slamming the door shut behind him.
"Wow, PMS much?" Nina asked, now settling down on the couch across from Chelsea.
"Yeah, well that's Sam for you," Dean said not really caring if anyone was listening. He was more concerned for why or what had caused Sam to stomp off angrily, but he shrugged it off. Chelsea had gone back to her apparently intriguing magazine, and Dean decided now would be a good time to sit in front of the TV once again.
"Chels, I really think you should leave," Nina started pleading again. This was her best friend, and no she wasn't going to let anything happen to her. "Look, Sam's really upset, didn't you see that?"
If she had gotten the chance to respond, she probably would've said something about making Sam feel better again. But she didn't get the chance to respond. As she looked up from the magazine again, all three jumped up as they heard the car engines start. They were pretty sure Sam had gone for a shower, and they were pretty sure that Sam wouldn't be able to start all three cars at the same time. At any rate, Dean ran out first, with Nina and Chels close at his heels. It wasn't until Dean was outside that he stopped short, causing both Nina and Chels to run into him.
"What's wrong?" Chels asked, vaguely interested now.
"The cars…" Dean started. But Nina finished for him.
"They're all gone."
