A/N: Opposite of last chapter's title totally not being a rip off of something, this is. A bad rip off of Welcome Back, Kotter. I told you I can't do chapter titles. And next one's even worse... anyway, I decided to update so quickly because this is another filler chapter, and I figured you guys would be mad if you waited a long time for a new chapter and just got a little short one.

However, there is supposed to be a large time lapse between this chapter and the last one. A year's time, in fact. I have a habit of writing fictions to span over a show's entire series. :P

Mediatorsk: Yeah, guys can be pretty dumb sometimes...

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Does Colorado have Fuddruckers? Or are they just an east coast thing? Well, whatever, I'm not changing it. :P

CHAPTER THIRTEEN – WELCOME BACK, WINCHESTERS

Dean read over the article once again, and bookmarked the webpage. Bingo.

"What did you find?" Sam asked as he returned to the table with his tray. They were sitting in a Fuddruckers somewhere, looking completely out of place with their laptop right on the table. But this happened to be the only place around where they could tap into an internet signal.

"I think we're heading back to New Jersey, Sammy," Dean replied.

"New Jersey? We're in Colorado! Isn't there anything closer? You know how expensive gas is."

"Yeah, but it's cheaper on the east coast," Dean reminded.

"So that's really the only thing you could find?" Sam asked.

"Yep," Dean lied. In reality, he'd just gravitated to this particular article because it meant that he had a chance to see Angela again.

"Fine," Sam agreed. "So, what are we dealing with?"

"Ever heard of the Hookerman?"

"You mean the Hook Man? I thought we took care of him already," Sam commented.

"No, this one's different. It's a local legend. Apparently, there's this railroad that's been out of service since the 70s, but some time back in the early 1900s, a worker got killed by a train. Ever since, people claim that if you go there at night, you'll see a bright light coming closer and closer to you. The way it moves, it looks like a lantern someone's carrying. But no one's there. Right before the light gets up to you, it disappears. And then when you think that it might've been a firefly or something, it re-appears behind you. And to top it off, you can hear footsteps, too. So basically, there's someone or something walking down the railroad, and they walk right past you without you even knowing."

Sam just looked at him. "And we're going after this why? It sounds harmless."

"That's what I'm getting to," Dean continued. "There were no early reports of it, but now, people are saying that if they see the Hookerman's Light, they'll have some kind of mishap later. Usually like a car accident, and it happens within a month of seeing the light."

"You think the ghost of the worker wants other people to die the way he did, for revenge?" Sam asked.

"Maybe. That's what we have to figure out," Dean said. "That and why he's called the Hookerman. I have no idea about that one, either."

"Dean, are you sure you want to risk your car getting crashed into?" Sam asked. "How fatal are these accidents, anyway?"

Dean paused, with no idea for an answer. "We'll find out more when we get there."

…………………………………………………

Dean shook his brother awake. "Greetings from Asbury Park, Sammy," he said.

"Are we there?" Sam asked, sitting up.

"We've just crossed over from Pennsylvania," Dean replied.

"Dean, why do you always wake me up early?" Sam groaned.

"Because I need you to look at this map and tell me what exit to get off on," Dean answered, shoving the map at Sam.

"What's the name of the town?"

"There's been sightings all over the Central Railroad System… wherever that is. But from what I've read, it's most prevalent in a place called Flanders."

Sam examined the map. "Dude, you wanna be going north."

"Are you serious?" Dean sighed, as he knew they were headed south. "Dammit. I thought going through Philly was going to be the worst part of driving."

"You went through Philadelphia?" Sam asked. "Did you at least get me a cheesesteak?"

"It's on the back seat," Dean mumbled in reply. "You really need to stay awake more often."

"Be happy I'm sleeping now," Sam reminded as he reached over to retrieve his hoagie. They could both recall when memories of Jess kept him from getting an ordinary night's sleep almost every day. Sam took the cheesesteak out of its wrapper. "You know I don't like onions," he complained when he saw it.

"I forgot, okay? At least I got one for you," Dean snapped.

"What's with you, Dean?"

"Nothing. Just let me figure out how to get us where we're supposed to be." That wasn't really what was bothering him. Once Sam had announced that they needed to be in North Jersey, Dean knew that there was no way they would get to see Angela any time soon. The town she lived in was much further south than where they were going now. Sure, he would brush it off eventually, but it was a little discouraging to not see her for a year, get a chance to, and then not be able to take it.

I'm empty and aching and I don't know why

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

They've all gone to look for America…

A/N: Okay, I know, a Simon & Garfunkel song isn't exactly the best choice for Supernatural, but I like it, okay? And plus, it's from Almost Famous. :P

The Hookerman is another one out of New Jersey lore, just less well known than the Jersey Devil... so I hope I'm accurate. :) --Season Finale Spoiler-- I know the unspeakable happened with the Metallicar (that's the growing nickname for Dean's Impala lol) in the season finale, but it's still intact in this fic, alright?