Dean sat in front of a desk. He had been waiting for fifteen minutes while the head of the police department talked on the phone. He was getting impatient, but he waited for the man to finish without saying anything. The man finally hung up and acknowledged him for the first time.

"Yes, what can I do for you?" The man asked. A plaque sitting on the desk read 'Commissioner Edward O'Keefe '.

"Hello, I'm Dean Radcliff. I'm writing an article on the missing people case." Dean said. "I was wondering if you could fill me in on the details."

The commissioner gave him an amused look and spoke. "I'm afraid someone already beat you to the story, boy. At least a dozen papers to be precise." He said. He looked at his watch and stood up, Dean looked at him confused.

"I'm sorry son, but I have a meeting in ten minutes. Talk to my secretary and she will make you an appointment for another time." Without waiting for an answer, the man led Dean out of the office and left. Dean scoffed, watching the commissioner walk away. He turned to see the man's secretary talking to a female officer. The secretary was a young girl in glasses, with that hot librarian look. The officer gave him a playful look and continued her conversation. Dean smirked, turned on the charm and approached the secretary's desk.

"Hello ladies." He said flashing them his biggest smile. They smiled back, waiting for him to continue. "Excuse me, I was wondering if you could help me with something. I had an interview with the commissioner, but it seems he had an unexpected meeting." Dean said. The man's secretary looked down, shaking her head, ashamed at her boss's manners.

"Yes, did he tell you to reschedule?" She asked, flipping through a large agenda. Dean saw the giant book and spoke again.

"Actually, I just had a couple of things I wanted to ask him, but he didn't give me the chance." Dean pouted at her. "I was wondering if you could answer a couple of quick questions for me so I didn't have to wait. I know he is a busy man." Dean pleaded. The woman turned to her officer friend, who shrugged her shoulders and winked at her before leaving. The secretary blushed and looked down, took a moment to regain her composure and looked back up at Dean.

"Well, it depends on the questions, I just know what little he tells me and I can't reveal any classified information." She warned. Dean nodded and took out a little notebook and pen from his jacket. "What do you want to know?" She asked.

Dean cleared his throat and pretended to read from the notebook. "Does the police have any leads to who might be doing this?" He asked the woman.

"No. He already told the media this, there was no evidence at any of the places where the kids disappeared." She told him.

"You mean nothing useful or nothing at all?" He leaned a little forward, with a conspiracy look in his face. The woman leaned closer involuntarily, whispering like she was about to tell him a big secret. Dean smirked in his mind.

"I mean nothing at all, not a footprint, not a sign that they were dragged, not a little piece of clothing hooked in a bush, nothing." She paused, Dean was about to ask more, but the woman continued on her own. "Actually, if it wasn't for the fact that there are so many missing cases with the same pattern, the police wouldn't even look into this. It looks like those kids just ran away."

"Really?" Dean asked. He thought for a moment, thinking what more he could ask, that was actually all he had wanted to know and it had been too easy. "Did the police find anything linking the missing kids other than their age and the fact they were last seen in parks?" He asked her.

The woman shifted like she wasn't sure she should say anything. Dean tried his best for a puppy eyed face.

"Last question, I swear." He said. "And no one will know you told me. Please?" He pleaded. The woman looked around to make sure no one was listening and again leaned forward and whispered in a conspiratorial manner.

"Well, there was actually something else they all had in common." She smiled and paused, like she was adding dramatic tension. "They were all very healthy people. Everyone young, they either worked out, or played some sport." Dean raised his eyebrows at that. That was useful, at least to him. It could shorten the list of possible monsters which could have taken those people.

"Thank you very much." He straightened up. "You were so helpful." He said. "Now, there's only one more thing I need to know." He added.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Can I have your phone number?" He smiled, and she giggled.

Dean drove back to he Mayer's house. Like he expected, Sam wasn't outside so he drove slowly down the street. He passed in front of the park and spotted his brother sitting in a bench under a tree, he honked the horn at him to get his attention, but Sam didn't turn. Dean noticed he had his head down, holding it with his hands.

"Shit!" Dean muttered as he quickly got off the car and ran to his brother's side.

A blond woman stood in the balcony of an old castle. She wore a wedding dress and, standing next to her, was a man. A powerful looking man. She smiled and waved at the crowd that cheered in a foreign language from the large town's square beneath them. She raised her green-gray eyes to look directly at Sam's.

"Sammy!" Sam opened his eyes to find his brother crouching in front of him shaking his shoulder lightly. "You with me?" Dean asked.

"Yeah." Sam answered slowly, rubbing his head.

"What happened?" Dean asked. "Another vision?"

"Yeah, but different. Like this morning. It's something that already happened." He said, Dean gave him a worried look.

"What are they about?" Dean asked his brother, trying to make some sense about it. He hated this 'Shining' thing more and more every time. First his brother would have the visions in his dreams, then he would have them awake, now he was having visions of the past. He didn't want to guess what was next.

"A woman." Sam started and Dean lifted one eyebrow and gave him an amused look. Sam noticed and snorted. "Not like that, man. A blond woman, with this dark green eyes. She lives, or lived, on another country." He said.

"And why do you think you are having visions about her?" Dean asked him. "You say the things you see already happened." He continued. "Are we supposed to help her?"

"I don't know." Sam answered, closing his eyes, trying to remember something from the visions that could help him make sense of them. He rubbed his temples and spoke again. "They could be nothing. We should focus on our current job and we'll figure this out when we are done."

Dean gave him an evaluating look, wondering if his brother would be fine until they were done with this case. Sam looked back at him with impatience. "OK." Dean finally said. "But if we are hunting this thing, whatever it is, and you keep having your erotic visions of that woman you're staying in the motel." He said in a tone that left no room for protest. Sam rolled his eyes and stood up.

"Fine." He said, before starting for the car. Dean followed close behind.

"OK. So, what's the plan, college boy?." Dean asked. Sam was laying on his bed staring at the ceiling. "How are we gonna keep this disappearances from going on?." Dean continued.

"I don't know." Sam said. "We have nothing to work with. The police found no evidence, no one saw anything strange in the parks, the family of the first guy didn't notice anyone watching them." Sam trailed of. "And I'm willing to bet that the families of the rest of the missing people didn't see anything either." Sam sighed. "You know what this means, right?" Sam said more than asked.

"Yeah." Dean responded. "We are going to have to patrol some parks until someone is taken again." He said with resignation. He didn't like the idea of just waiting for someone else to be taken, but he didn't think they had much choice. He just hoped they could stop it this time.

"Almost half of the missing people disappeared in Fairmount Park." Sam said as a suggestion.

"Great." Dean snorted. "Just the fucking biggest park in the city." He said, stopping his pacing around the room and flopping face down on his bed.

"Last time, a girl went missing at a park on the other side of the city." Sam said, the comment seemed pointless to Dean. "It happened 3 days ago, so tomorrow and the day after are the most likely days for it to happen again." Sam explained. Dean grunted something that was muffled by the mattress.

"What?" Asked Sam.

"I said..." Dean answered, lifting his face from the bed. "We'll go check it out tomorrow morning. So get some sleep, people start running as early as 5 am." He paused at that thought for a moment. "Damn athletes." He finished before letting his head fall back down on the bed.

Sam stared at him for a moment, he then turned of the lights and turned to try and get some sleep. He hoped for a blissful, free of dreams, night.

Author's Note: Someone pointed to me that public schools in the US don't attend classes in July. Can someone tell me when classes usually start and end?. PS. hehehe you thought Sam would be taken like the rest of the people. To be honest that didn't even occur to me, I guess I'm not that predictable >:)