AN: Sorry for the delay but here it is. I had to make this a two part because it was too long. Hopefully you'll like it like I do. Enjoy.

Chapter 14: What's there to Find Pt.1

Dean got in his car after examining the third house on his list. Like the last two, it left him with nothing. Nothing except for high level of EMF readings in the kid's rooms. He let out a frustrating breath as he turned on the car. If the results are the same here what are the chances that the last two are the same, he thought pulling out of the drive way. With a roll of his eyes, better get this over with.

Sam was sitting at the table with the print-outs and his dad's journal. He looked over every little bit of information that could help them but it was leading to nothing. The wendigo, the red eyes…, it wasn't making any sense. And what if Chloe was right, what if his vision was giving him pieces of what was happening in Smallville. I wish my vision could help me in identifying the demon we're up against, he thought as he flipped through the journal. He look at his watch, thirty more minutes until Dean comes back from his house searching. He could fill them in on what he had, then they could tell them about the Bugbear. Speaking about them, where was Chloe, he scanned the room. He saw many faces but none of them was familiar. Except for the one face that just came into view entering the room, making his way to the counter. Clark leaned over the counter and scratched the back of his neck to release some of the tension there. Sam walked up behind him.

"Hey, Clark what happen to Chloe?"

"Ah, Sam, she's outside but she'll be back." Sam nod and went to turn around only to have a sharp pain shot through his head. He pressed the side of his head to ease the pain but roll after roll of pain hit him. Letting out a short gasp, Clark turn to the suffering Sam.

"Hey you're alright?"

"Yeah…yeah I'm fine; I just need to…get to Chloe."

Sam staggered his way to where Clark and Chloe left to but stop shortly at the doorway. He could feel eyes looking his way and tried desperately to stand up a little straighter. A hand grabbed him on the shoulders but Sam only pushed it away.

"Hey Sam are you sure you're doing okay, I can call for help."

"No…no I'm good." The pain in his head was subsiding and the image there was slowly going away. Catching his breath, he moved on to the door leading to the alley. He got to the door only to have it open up before him. Chloe walked in with a frown on her face when she saw Sam and Clark at the door.

"I wasn't gone that long was I," she said smiling at them.

Sam push passed her and into the alley. He looked around the empty alley and back at her.

"You're okay," Sam asked walking towards her. He simply touch her on the arm to make sure what was left of his vision was telling him otherwise. Chloe smiled at the caring young man at her side and look up at the one still staying at the doorway.

"Yeah, guys I was just out here for about two minutes, what could possibly happen to me? Now if you don't mind, I'm going inside."

Sam let her arm go as Chloe made her way back into the building. Clark moved out of the way to let her in but stayed at the doorway. Sam was looking around again, looking for something.

"What are you looking for," Clark asked.

"Nothing, I was…nothing. Let go back inside."

Clark move out of the way one more time to let the weary young man pass him. He looked in the alley himself but closed the door afterwards. Walking back inside the main room, some people were still looking at Sam as he walk pass them and to his table. They lead their glances elsewhere when they figure he was fine. Chloe was at the table, looking at the papers when Sam joined her. She look up to him and smiled but soon dropped it.

"What happen to you when I was gone," she asked him once he flop down in his chair.

He look around and leaned forward to answer her, "I had a vision not that long ago and it was about you," he said it in a whisper.

"A vision, really," she smiled at him.

"Yeah," he frowns. "Don't act all surprise, it wasn't a good one, but at least it wasn't in pieces like the ones I've been having."

"I'm not surprise just…interested. I never seen you when you have your visions and wouldn't mind seeing you in action. But I was outside and I missed it," she frowned.

"Believe me, it's no picnic."

"I can tell by some of the eyes looking our way. What did you do, scream and jump around the table," she asked looking around the room.

"Something like that, listen we won't get anything done with constant eyes on us and I don't want to be here after my vision. Could we go to your place? We can call Dean to meet us there instead of here."

"Oh I forgot your vision was about me, what did you see?"

"I'll tell you when we're at your house," he said getting up and gathering their stuff.

"Yeah okay, I'll meet you in the car; I just need to speak with Clark for a minute."

"Okay," he answered leaving the room.

Chloe made her way to Clark, who was looking at her as she made her way to him. He scratched the back of his neck and put on a smile.

"Hey how is he?"

"He's fine but we're going to head over to my place. Listen, Clark I want to say…"

"Chloe it's fine really, you shouldn't be the one apologizing anyway, I should be."

Chloe look up puzzled but she put her hand on his arm and smiled. "You shouldn't be apologizing, Clark. You were only looking out for me," she smiled wider.

"Yeah but when I said it was…"

"Clark I said forget about it."

Clark frowned but smiled back at her.

"Okay."

"Okay, I'll see you later then," she left his side and out the door.

Sam was already in the car when she left the building. When she got closer, he was putting the phone down and putting it in his pocket.

"You're ready to go," she asked getting inside.

'Yeah, Dean said he'll meet us at the apartment."

"Well let's not be late," she said starting the car. "Maybe you should wait and tell him your vision when he got there, but if you want to tell me now you can," Chloe said sincerely.

He smiled at her, "Why don't we head to the apartment and I can tell you everything then."

"Okay."

They drove off.

One more house to go and he surely hate the way this was heading. Again no result and he was about to just leave and go to the apartment. But like the saying goes, save the best for last. Maybe something will come up in this house. Dean look out of his window and looked at the house. Big like the others, two stories, gray and white. Getting out of his car, he made his way up the stairs to the door. He carefully looked through the window and round inside. It look to be like nobody was home. Looking around, he took out his picks and picked the lock. It was cold inside but he paid it no mind and headed upstairs. He took out his EMF and turned it on when a noise was heard behind him. Pulling out his gun in the back of his pants, he turned around to face the noise behind him. A brown hair kid was standing there with the blanket wrapped around looking scared. Dean lowered the gun.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you. I'm an agent." Dean slowly reached down in his pocket and pulled out his wallet to show his badge. "See an agent. No need to be scared."

The boy just stood there looking at the lowered gun in Dean's hand. Looking in the boy's direction, he tucked the gun back in the back of his pant.

"What are you doing here," the boy finally spoke.

"I'm on the case for the missing kids. I'm here to look around to see can I find anything. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your parents or something?"

"I'm sick, they don't want me outside. Besides, I don't want to go in the police station while my parents argue about my sister. It was boring there when all I'm going to do is sit there. I rather stay here where there was television and ice cream."

Dean started laughing and put his badge away. "You really shouldn't be alone, who knows if this Bug…person who is still out there somewhere."

"I'm thirteen years old, I have a black-belt in karate, I can take care of myself. But my mom had to call a babysitter for me. She should be here any minute. I don't know why my mom still treats me like a baby; I can take care of myself."

"Sure you can," Dean said walking away. "So which one of these rooms is your sister's?"

"The one on your right," the boy followed.

Dean, not wasting anytime, went inside the room and look around. He was about to take out the EMF but the boy was in the room.

"Shouldn't you be in bed since you're sick? Maybe there's something on television," Dean suggested.

"Yeah I should be in bed but watching you is much better then TV."

Dean rolled his eyes and look around the room some more. He went inside the closet and moved some of the toys around.

"Why are you looking in the closet," the boy asked.

"I'm just looking around."

He pulled out the EMF and moved it around in the closet. The meter only went up half way and then spiked. It did this over and over again until he turned it off when he noticed the boy getting closer.

"I should be going, many houses to check, and so little time," he said getting up from the floor. "But before I go, did you see or hear anything in your sister's room the night she disappeared?"

The boy thought over the question and looked up at him. "I heard some noises but shook it off. It wasn't until I heard my mom scream did I go into the room and saw my sister was missing. My dad was in the closet moving things around, saying where's Hailey."

"And you didn't see anything after that?"

"No."

Dean walked pass him and to the stairs. The boy was right behind him.

"You're not going to stay and meet the babysitter?"

"No, I already told you that I have other houses to visit."

"You can keep me company until she comes."

"Listen," Dean said turning to face the boy. "I know you're scared…"

"I'm not scared."

"Scared or not, you have nothing to worry about. You're safe while I'm around. Because Dean always gets his guy, so go back to bed and wait for your babysitter."

He walked out of the house and into his car. Looking back, he could see the boy looking through the window at him as he got inside his car and pulled off.

The boy moved away from the window and smiled. "Yeah, I bet you do," the boy smiled as his eyes glow red and disappeared.

AN: What can I say? You love it or hate it. Please, if you have anything to say about it, let me know.