Disclaimer: Stephen King and Warner brothers are the only geniuses here. I only hope that my misadventures using their characters and themes do not offend them. I am merely a poor student, who will remain poor.

"There are no missing persons reported in the area during that time. The only incident at all was the house fire. Jud's house fire." Sam said from his laptop, back at the Bed and Breakfast. Now that Dean had encountered Jud, it seemed appropriate to use the guy's name. Jud said he was to blame for starting something, for bringing Louis somewhere. But he was gone before Dean could get more.

"We need more info." Dean called from the washroom, where he had been taking his time preening. They needed to know more about the events back then. So Dean had boldly offered to ask Eileen out for lunch. 'Chat her up, try to find out what she remembered. At the worst, at least I'll have something nice to look at for awhile. Hanging with your brother 24/7 was fine, but a guy needs some space sometimes, and some feminine company.'

"What if she's apart of this? It could be dangerous." Sam cautioned.

"Don't worry, I know how to keep business and pleasure separate. If she try's sacrificing me I'll light up the bat signal."

"Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm not a rookie Sam, I've got my knife tucked under my shirt if things get hairy. And the cars fully loaded. You getting any, you know, vibes right now?" Dean asked, wiggling his fingers for effect.

"No, nothing. And that's the problem. I didn't even dream last night."

"Shouldn't you be happy about that?"

"Not when you've been getting warnings through them! What if it means that we're past getting out, or something?"

"We don't leave jobs unfinished."

"What is the job here, Dean? Everything is pointing to events more then 20 years old."

"Dad got us going on this Sam. That means there IS something going on. Maybe history is going to repeat itself. Jud said 'It' was getting hungry again." 'Why does Sam always have to fight things?'

"If 'It' is a demon or monster of some kind then what does Louis have to do with it?"

"GAAAH! I don't know yet." Dean called out as he grabbed his jacket and opened the door. "Call me in 45minutes if your worried. Make sure I'm still alive." Dean slammed the door as he left.

"Ass." Sam grumbled. But then the door reopened. And Dean poked his head in.

"Make yourself useful while I'm out, and search for local legends and stuff, Geek boy." Dean pulled his head out before a balled up dirty sock could hit him.

When Dean didn't make a return, Sam huffed and puffed, and then decided that the computer wasn't going to get them much more information. Dad's journal had this part of the state ear marked as potential Wendigo territory; it was even the state of their first family werewolf hunt. But not this area. 'Ludlow and Bangor should consider themselves lucky.'

Sam left their room and made his way out to the porch, taking a seat in the swinging chairs and watching the quite country scene.

After 20minutes of staring out at the clear blue sky it was getting a little unnerving. 'I've been in this lifestyle for to long. I was half expecting something to jump out and attack me.'

Dean pulled up to the Eileen's home. He saw her in the front window, she waved to him and popped out the door a moment later.

"Please be a normal, non-psycho hot chick." Dean mumbled, unlocking and pushing open the passenger door as she came around the car.

"Hi Jack." She smiled. But did not getting in the Chevy.

'Damn that's a nice smile. Almost as good as mine.' Dean smiled back. "Going to hop in? I don't bite."

"Nah, I made us lunch. I figured a boy like you would appreciate a picnic more then some run down diner." She smiled and closed the passenger door. "Now come on up to the house. I'll let you pick the picnic spot Mr. Land Surveyor."

'Is she mocking me…or being sexy.' Dean asked himself as he watched her walk away, swing her hips as she did so. Dean closed his eyes and made a silent pray to whatever Being may be out there that he hadn't pissed off…yet. 'Let me have this one simple picnic, no zombies or human sacrifices…just this once.' Not putting much trust in his prayer though, he patted the knife he had tucked in his pants. 'Play safe.'

15 minutes in and it was genuine picnic. Not that Dean had ever gone on one before. He'd seen them in movies. And he supposed he and his family had camped out several times. But nothing like this, Eileen had a checked blanket and everything. 'Not to shabby.' Dean made a point to select a spot far from the path into the woods. And within sight of his car…just in case.

"Don't you ever get afraid living in a big house all by yourself, right on the woods?" Dean took a bit of a chicken club sandwich… 'Oohh tastes soo much better than a fast food one.'

"Nah, I love it here. So peaceful. I lived here once before you know." She said, looking back towards the house.

"You're the same Creed? I guess that'd make sense. Peter said the property was owned by a Louis Creed some 20 years back. I think." Dean said as smooth as a placid lake. Years of lying had made him a pro at it. Eileen beamed at him. It made him feel uneasy all of a sudden.

"Yeah, that was my Dad. Louis Creed. We didn't stay here long. But I always dreamed of coming back." She looked wishfully at Dean.

"Why'd you parents leave?"

"My little brother Gage was hit by a truck just on the road there. Kind of made it hard for awhile. But I know Gage would have wanted us to stay. So I came back." Her smile hadn't wavered a bit telling such a sad tale.

'Oh man, call me Sammy, call and give me an excuse to get away from memory lane of the damned.'

"That must sound pretty creepy hun?"

"Nah." 'Yeah'

"Do you believe in the supernatural Jack?"

Dean gave her a blank stare. 'This can't be a good sign.'

"You know ghosts, monsters, and unexplainable things?" Eileen asked, looking for all Dean could believe like a little girl who wanted to tell her parents all about her first day at school.

"Ah come on. That's all a bunch of hooey" Dean said waving his hand dismissively. Then he leaned closer to Eileen. "Why? Have you seen, you know, stuff?" Dean wiggled his fingers for emphasis. He always did for Sam. But doing it for someone else felt wrong now.

"Well,-" Eileen scooted over to Dean, pressing a thigh against him. "-ever heard of a Wendigo before?"

"Noo."

"It's a monster, if one touches you, you turn into a cannibal."

"Really? That's pretty freaky. Where'd you hear that?" 'I've never heard of a Wendigo with that kind of power…if it were true that would make me a cannibal. Must be something else. Or a really ancient Wendigo…maybe the original, the first. Dad would kill to hear this.'

"The Micmac's, the Native Americans from this region, they believed that the Wendigo lives in the woods here and that it spoiled their scared ancestral burial grounds."

Dean piped up at that. 'Ancient burial grounds are a power place, and good place for a resurrection spell. 10 bucks says it's past that deadfall!'"That's pretty cool. Do you know where the burial ground was?"

"It's not on my land that's for sure, it's-" ring

'Damn it Sam. Not the time.' "Pardon me. Peter can't zip up by himself." Dean turned away and answered his phone.

"Hello."

"Dean. How are things going?" Sam asked on the other end.

"Peter, I'm busy. Can't you take care of the grid yourself?"

"Guess your fine then. Have you learned anything?"

"I'm having a picnic. I'm not in the mood to talk about work."

"A picnic! You're having a picnic! Dean!"

"I'll meet up with you shortly, just don't call the office till I'm back." Dean made annoyed hiss and closed the phone. "So, where were we? Oh yeah. You were telling me about a burial ground." Dean leaned in, trying to recapture Eileen's open mood.

"So now you're a believer?"

"Well, seeing is believing?"

Eileen laughed. It sounded childlike and innocent.

'Man, this woman is confusing.'

"All right buddy. Come back tonight and I'll show you. Bring your hiking boots."

"Tonight?"

"Well you can't go walking around in the woods during the day. Where's the scary mood there?"

'Touché.'

Not 5 minutes after hanging up with Dean, Sam's peaceful sitting had been interrupted by a group of kindly old ladies looking for a 4th player for cards. Now he wished he'd been attack by something...something he could shoot.

"Young man, why didn't you support my diamonds?" A lady with purple hair asked from across the table.

"Oh don't yell at the boy, Abbey." Hushed the pink haired one.

"I wasn't yelling, Mary."

'Oh man….' Sam groaned.

"Your going to scary our newest team member away Abbey! So, Peter, what brings you to Ludlow?" Mary asked as she led the next hand.

"My co-worker and I are doing some land surveys. For the Micmac claim case."

"Well that sounds interesting. My backyard goes up against the woods. Will you be needing to come by?" said Jane, her hair was almost green in color.

"Uh-" Sam started.

"-OH don't go other there Peter. She'll have you cutting her grass, and trimming those awful hedges of hers." Mary chided.

"Well, I'd feed him for it! I make the finest apple pie you know. You could use some fattening up." Jane said as she gave Sam a pinch on the side.

'I want to die…just curl up and die…wait…first kill Dean after he gets back form his fun picnic!'

"Let's change the topic girls. Make Ludlow sound at least a little interesting."

Sam smiled faintly, 'Little old ladies are good at gossiping. Maybe they might know something I could use?' "Ludlow seems pretty quite. Anything extraordinary ever happen around these parts?"

"In Ludlow! Not unless you find blue ribbon pumpkins exciting."

"How about stories? Like ghost stories, those are always interesting, every town has some." Sam gave his best curious little school boy face, old ladies didn't stand a chance.

Boy did Sam regret that. After 10 minutes of ghosts haunting old barns, herding milk cows, even a well; Sam was ready to pull his hair out. Dean would love to hear this, some even sounded like they had potential. But he needed to cut in and redirect it.

"I once heard a story about a boy coming back from the dead. Like days after he was buried." Sam said, trying to sound casual about it.

"That's spooky." Mary said.

"Like Lazarus in the bible." Jane added.

Sam listened to the two ladies comment on the biblical implications of such a thing. But he noticed Abbey wasn't joining in. Just staring at her cards. 'Bingo'

"Penny for your thoughts?" Sam leaned forward, offering Abbey a smiling friendly.

"I prefer those sappy romances to horror. Never could sleep at night after hearing some spooky tale told around an open fire pit."

"Do you have one to share, Abbey? I promise not to scary anyone with it."

"Oh don't get her started on that Peter. She'll go on and on." Jane interrupted. But her interruption seemed to have sparked some defiance in Abbey.

"Well, then. It was a long time ago, when I was just a little girl.-"

"-Here she goes." Abbey gave Mary a quick little glare for her comment.

"My Pa once told me a horrible story. It was during the Second World War. One of our young men was killed fighting over in Europe. His father took it really hard. When his son's body was shipped back to Maine he had a funeral for him. The poor boy, I think his name was Timmy, but it doesn't matter now. Anyway, they say that he came back, not long after his own funeral. Timmy was back in Ludlow, walking up and down the lanes. And he wasn't a ghost either my Pa said. Nope, he was flesh and blood. Would even talk with you. My Pa said he was the nicest boy around, till after he came back. Then he got real mean. Said things that were just awful. My Pa told me Timmy would look into your eyes and know your deepest darkest secret. Timmy's father told everyone that the Army made a mistake and his boy hadn't been killed, that his boy was just fine, come back from severing his country. But-"

"Finish up already, Abbey. The house burned down not long after the boy 'came back'. Father and boy found dead inside. And of course the Army had made a mistake, Abbey, to think anything else is blasphemous." Mary finished for her.

Jane looked at Sam. "Back when we were girls people sometimes talked about the Micmacs. About some cemetery in the woods that was 'magical' to them. They said that if you buried a person there, they'd come back. Now how's that for nonsense?"

Sam's throat was suddenly dry, parched. 'Oh. My. God.' "Umm…Yeah, that's pretty far fetched. Any ideas where this burial ground was?" Sam was mortified, he tired to submerge the feeling, but he couldn't be sure if his face gave it away.

"Honey, there's no such place. At least not a magical one, that's for sure." Mary said briskly, looking over at Abbey. "No sir."

"I mean, when I'm surveying the land, an ancient cemetery could really help the Micmac's claim." 'This is crazy, this is fucked.'

"Sorry sweetheart. Timmy's story is a war story; of a poor shell shocked boy, that some people have elaborated on. Now, this is no way to play cards. How about some lawn bowling?" Mary asked. The ladies agreed that lawn bowling was an excellent idea.

'A place that can bring back the dead…I've never heard of anything like that. It would have to been ancient. It would have to be powerful. It would have to be sentient.'

Dean pulled up to the Bed and Breakfast about 30mins after talking with Sam. They needed to prepare for the woods. No chance that it'd be a smooth nature hike. He got up in to the room, it was empty. 'Where's is he?'

"Sam?" Dean called out, and then cringed. 'Crap.' "Peter?" 'Sam knows not to take off. There's nothing around here but country clubs.' Dean went over to the window…And there was Sam across the lane. With a bunch of old ladies…lawn bowling.

"Hahahahahahaha." Dean laughed; he couldn't help it, Sam looked ridiculous standing over there. Towering over the old woman. One of whom looked like she was trying to teach him how to bend and throw properly. 'He is never living this down.'

Sam looked up to see Dean walking over with a grin a mile wild plastered on his face.

'Shit. Dean's never going to let me live this down.'

"Ladies, I hope my co-worker here hasn't been bugging you?"

Sam could only gawk as Dean sweet-talked them into releasing 'Peter', promising to return him tomorrow after they had finished some business. Dean patted Sam on the shoulder and turned him towards the Bed and Breakfast.

"Having a good afternoon dear?" Dean cooed in Sam's ear, as they came around to the car.

Sam shoved him away, "At least I got something useful out of it!"

"Like proper bending techniques?"

"No, like a burial ground that brings people back to life." Sam filled Dean in on the Timmy story, and Dean made the same mortified expression that Sam had made.

"You think the place could be sentient? Bringing people back on its own? Dude, I'm voting for a zombie spell. Easier to deal with."

"A spell that both Timmy's dad and Louis would have done? Decades apart? In the same woods?" Sam pressed.

"Well, where going to get an up close and personal look at the place tonight."

"How? The ladies didn't know where it was."

"But I know one lady who does. And she's already volunteered to take us."