Chapter 7

with Dean injured, i had to take charge and drive, when i suggested it, it was like i was planning to take over the world, the look on Dean's pale face told me the answer he wanted to say, i didn't say anything, i just watched him struggle to put the key in the engine, "Fine." he said, with a little laughter, i started to drive. "One scratch Sam, and your going to need the stitches."

The drive back to the motel was peaceful, maybe a bit too quiet, then i realised Dean was asleep, he looked calm, then i realised it was because of the amount of antibiotics, so glad he wasn't driving, with a little smile on my face, i tried to wake him up, "Dean, we're at the motel." Damn them antibiotics are strong. Beeping the horn, no still asleep. "Dean, I'm going to key scrape your car if you don't wake up."

"You dare!" his eyes wide open now, an evil shine staring at me.

"Good morning sleepy head. Do you need help to the motel?"

"I'm not three jackass."

"Okay."

Slowly, Dean started to get out of the car, holding his baby for support, i hated to see him struggle, but at the same time, i hated to feel the wrath of my brothers scorn when i helped him.

"Dammit." Dean cursed, and i rushed to his side, if i wasn't standing next to him helping, he would have fallen to the floor. "One word, to any one, about this, and i will kill you." Dean muttered.

"One word to who Dean, you don't know any one."

"That's not true." I laughed, as i opened the motel door. "Name one person who knows you here other then me." He looked concentrated. "in fact forget it, don't want to give that pretty head of yours a headache."

It was weird how after everything, that the atmosphere was lifting, there was no thick cloud of resentment between us, i was almost happy. But then i remembered why we were at the sunny hell.

"So, what else do we know?" Dean asked, his voice was shaky, and tired.

"How about, i know that you need to sleep. We can pick this up in the morning."

"Could be too late by then."

"True. But your no use to me half asleep. Get some sleep, I'll do some more research see if there's anything we don't already know."

"Okay bitch."

"Night Jerk."

My eyes started to hurt, clicking on the next web page made it the fifth local news site i went on that night, and there was nothing new. Hold on a second. Something caught my eye, clicking back to the list of searches, one stood out bolder from the rest. "Is the Beach Cursed." well, pretty safe to say yes, it is. I clicked on it any way. And started to read. The first known death was in 1888, where a Mike Armstrong was washed up on shore, the murder details looked as if something had been pulling him down, almost like a shark. But there was no known sharks in the area at that time. In the year 1881, 15 people were found dead, same details as Mike Armstrong. Then there was the same thing in 1945, were 18 people washed up, 1968, 20 people, and the last one until 2006, was 1999, were no less then 32 people were found dead. The cursed waters strike again, so far 5 people, how many more will die?

In 1880, a young boy of twelve, was drowned, by his father, no one knows why, but a week later, the father was killed, drowned. Weird, then, a week later, the mum drowned, in her own sink, pulled in.

The fathers sister, made a statement to local authorities saying that the kid was beaten by his father, and the mother did nothing. Neither did she, or any one else who knew. Is it all just one of those things that people hush under the carpet, or is this real.

How many more people will have to die, before you understand!

Maybe it isn't a Fob. I don't know, all that could be fake, I'll have to do more research, but right now my eyes cant take that, i rest my head on the pillow and fall asleep, the next thing i know Dean is prodding at my back, "Sammy, you had a nightmare." I did.

"I..."

"Dude. Are you okay, you look really pale."

"I don't remember."

"Remember what, man not another memory spell."

"No. i don't remember the nightmare."

"Well, you were screaming."

"Screaming what?"

"I don't know. But you look like shit, like you had a nightmare."

"oh. Well. Probably did." okay, this was too weird.

"So. What did you find out last night?" i told him everything i read, he looked sceptic, but understood, after what happened before with the hell hound website.

"So, you need to do some more research."

"Wait. What are you going to do?"

"Get some food."

"Typical."

"What do you want?"

"What ever. Not hungry."

"Well I'll get you a happy meal." Dean laughed, and pulled on some trousers, and a top.

I watched him walk out the door, the minute it shut i had a bad feeling. A really bad feeling.

A/N - thanks for the reviews, wish i had time to answer and thank you all personally but course work and all im sorry but thanks to all of you :) ... sorry about the delay! i will try my harderst to update once every other day! hopefully next update tuesday!