AN: Sorry for putting it up late but I keep having trouble with it being uploaded. I guess they fix it or something because usually I would have to wait until tomorrow to put it up. Anyway thanks for the reviews and here is Chap. 11

Chapter 11: Search and you shall find -Pt. 2

Sam typed anxiously on his laptop. He constantly jittered and he found himself fidgeting none stop. They all were in the living room, in there own thoughts.

Sam was the first to break the silence.

"Do you think they found her?"

"You're still hook up over this woman?"

"I checked Smallville Medical Center and there's no one fitting the woman's description in their database, nor a woman with her injuries."

"She wasn't exactly hospital material if you ask me, maybe the police found her and looked her over. After filing a report they let her go. It sounds logical to me."

"Yeah but…"

"Give it a rest Sam alright," Dean got up from the couch and went into the kitchen.

Sam nods his head and shut down the Center's database. After all Dean could be right on this one, but Sam couldn't stop the feelings he got from the woods last night and from the vision he had.

The red eyes in the dark, the wendigo, the woman running and disappearing, everything, they just kept flashing in his head. He knew that there's more to it in his vision or nightmare, whatever, they were telling him something.

Red eyes…

They came in flashes this time and some of what he saw he couldn't remember when he woke up an hour later. He tried to figure it out on his own and maybe clue Dean in on it but they just weren't making any sense.

The Wendigo…

He could wait to tell Dean when he got all his information. That was why he wanted to make sure the woman was okay. In the hospital or home in her bed. By knowing this, he could check her off his list of one of his flashing nightmares.

The women running and then disappearing…

It could probably answer his question on if she truly exists or not.

Red eyes…The Wendigo…The woman running then disappearing….

His laptop went black after it shut down and he closed it and put it in the case. Dean came back with a cup of coffee and sat down on the arm of the couch.

"I'll be back," Sam said getting up and heading for the door.

"Whoa, whoa where are you going?"

"Dean I'm just going out, nothing to worry about."

"Who said I am worried, I'm just want to know where you're going."

"Driving, I'm going to drive a little to clear my head."

"Sam you can't let the little stuff get to you or this woman or else you'll drive yourself crazy."

"It's not her I need to clear my head from," giving his brother a stern look to emphasis a point.

Dean looked Sam over to see what he was running off to. Sam put his head down and fumbles with the keys in his hands. Taking the hint, Sam was giving him, he nodded his head.

"I'm giving you two hours okay. If you're not back here within those hours, I'm hunting your ass."

"Yeah that's all I'm asking."

With that said he was out the door. He knew it was wrong for him to let Dean think he was talking about Jessica or him, but it was the only way to keep him off his back. He could have taken Dean with him but Dean already said that he should put this behind him but he couldn't. He would tell him anything if he finds anything, but if he doesn't then there's no need to tell him. Don't want him getting freak out over nothing. He got into the Impala and started her up.

"Okay to the station," Sam said leaving the parking lot.

"What's wrong with him," Chloe asked as Dean sat back down on the couch.

"Jessica."

"He still thinks about her, huh?"

"Yep, that's probably answer my question on why he has been doing research on this woman. Which also mean he didn't get any sleep last night."

Dean shook his head at 'Sam not getting any sleep'. What else could go wrong, he thought.

"I don't know if it's my place to say this but do you think it could be something else that is bothering him?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I was looking through some of the things he was researching and one of his notes stood out from the others. It had a bunch of scribbles on it and drawings. And when I asked him about it, he took it and stuffed it in his case. I'm not sure if it means anything but it just seems off with what he was researching about the woman."

Dean reached over Chloe to grab the laptop case that was left off on the side of the couch. He unzipped it and started digging through different sections of the case until he found what he was looking for. Just like how Chloe described; drawings and scribbling all over the pad. He took the time to look over it and read the little to almost unreadable writing. Dean shook his head and mumble under his breath.

"Dean what is it?"

"Sam you idiot," he said getting up from the couch and heading for the door.

"Dean…"

"I'll explain later but we have to look for Sam."

"Why Dean, what does the writing and the drawings mean," she followed behind him out the door.

"That is what we're about to find out."

"We don't know where he went off to, how are we going to know where to find him?"

"I have an idea."

They went outside of the building and to the side parking lot where their cars were parked. Dean stopped dead in his track when they reached the car. Chloe looked back behind once she reached her car and saw the terrifying and anger look he was displaying.

"Dean what's wrong?"

"I'm not getting in that thing," he said eyeing the car.

"What are you…?"

Chloe follow his glaze to her car and roll her eyes.

"It's not that bad now come on."

"I'm going to kill him," he said getting into the passenger side of Chloe's red bug and closing the door. Chloe got in herself and pull out of the parking lot.

Almost to the station his cell phone rang. Looking at the caller id, it read Dean. I have to talk to you later Dean, he thought while putting his cell back in his pocket. The parking lot was full when he arrived at the station and he had to park down the street. Grabbing his fake id, he went in. Like outside, the place was crawling with people. The police, crooks, normal everyday parents and grandparents, all stood in front of the desk where several officers stood trying to calm the people down. They were all yelling at the same time, trying to get the officers attention. Yelling, "Why is it taking so long, you should be doing something?" One officer walked by and Sam got his attention.

"Excuse me but what's going on," he asked the young officer, carrying a stack of papers.

"Some of parents are concern about their missing kids. Saying that they been missing since yesterday," he said looking in the direction of the crowd. "We had a whole bunch of calls last night but we took it as a bunch of drunken kids playing a practical joke. I guess we were wrong."

"So you're telling me that all of their kids are missing?"

"Yeah and some are here because their son or daughter were attacked and want to know what we're going to do about it."

"Attack, attack by what? It's not like the one that killed that John Doe two nights ago?"

"No something different. You know you sure are asking a lot of question for someone who…"

Sam held up his badge to the officer, "I'm FBI, just passing through."

"Oh sorry about that but this thing that attacks their kids, they say it's some kind of monster. They only caught a glimpse of it before it disappeared in the closet. And get this, when they went to go look for it, it was gone; nothing but the clothes and hangers."

"That sounds weird."

"I know, chief say that we have to file it anyway since a lot of people are complaining. If you ask me they should see a doctor. I have to go before they think I was taken by a monster," he laugh.

Sam watched the man go to the desk and passed out the paper to the worried crowd of parents. This is weird, missing kids and monster disappearing in the closet. What's going on? A guy push pass Sam and to a tray, putting down a stack of newspapers. Sam walks over to them after the man left and grabbed one.

A wave of missing kids hit the town of Smallville. It has been reported that an estimate of five missing and three attacked so far. Rumors have it that a monster took them away and disappeared somewhere. As strange as that may sound, Smallville's police haven't yet started the search due to the stories that they received and because of the twenty-four hour law submitted to most of the missing adolescents. This isn't your typical meteor incident, but polices suggest that you watch over your kids tonight until further updates.

With one last look at the crowd he headed outside. Making it to the car, pain shot through his head and he doubled over. Pressing the temple of his head, the vision began:

The red eyes, the woman, the wendigo, screams, a monster with green eyes, the red eyes….

The vision replayed the sequences over and over in his head until it was over and Sam was able to stand up straight. He shook his head a little and rubbed at his eyes to clear the rest of his staggering visions. Getting into the car, he turned it on. Laying his head on the steering wheel to get a grip after his confusing vision, there was a knock on the window. Looking up he stared at the eyes of an angry Dean.

"Get out of the car Sam," he said looking through the window.

Sam obeyed his brother and got out. "Dean what are you doing here I still have about forty five minutes left?"

"It doesn't matter why I'm here, what does matter is why you lied to me? You had a vision Sam and you weren't going to tell me," he whispered the last part. Knowing that Chloe was soon catching up with him because he ran out of the car before it fully stopped when he saw Sam and the Impala.

"Dean I was but I wanted to make sure…"

"What Sam, that the woman from the woods was reported in and safe at home. I told you to forget about it Sam and you go pull a stunt like this."

"Dean I was going to explain but…"

"Save it Sam, we're leaving."

"I don't think so."

"What…." Dean said looking at his brother.

"We can't leave, at least not yet anyway. I still have things to…"

"Why because of your vision? Sam has it occur to you…."

"No Dean had it ever occur to you that my visions are telling me, us something. Take a look at this."

Dean took the newspaper from Sam and look at the headline. He frowned a little at it and then looked up at his brother.

Dean clinched the newspaper in his hands.

"Alright tell me what you have in mind," he asked after rolling his eyes out of frustration.

AN: So, what do you think?