Okay, I officially feel like crap. I haven't updated in like… Forever, so please don't hurt me. I do have a valid reason though. I went to Vancouver Island over Christmas and was there for a week and a half, and our house there does not have a computer. Speaking of Christmas, I hope everybody had a good one. I know I did! Please enjoy, and review.

Disclaimer: The super sexy Winchester boys do not, quite unfortunately belong to me. Neither does anything else that you recognize.

Chapter Two: Dr. Deluise


Sam sat hunched over in the Impala, his head hung in defeat. "Is there any way that you can turn this obnoxious crap off?" He asked his brother, who was sitting in the driver's seat bobbing his head to the beat that was pouring out of the speakers.

"Hmm?" Dean mumbled half heartedly. "I cannot hear a word you are saying."

"Yeah, no wonder!" Sam yelled, pointing at the car stereo. "I said, can you please turn this crap off! I'm sick of it!"

"We've been over this Sammy." Dean said. "Driver picks the music, shotgun stops wiggling and jarring their woundedarm."

Sam snorted. "I thought it was driver picks the music and shotgun shuts his cake hole?" He grinned at his brother.

"It was, until you had to go and get stabbed. Unless you would like me to implement both rules. Cause I could totally do that."

Sam neglected to answer and opted to stare straight ahead instead. After a moment, the thick green foliage on either side of the car gave way to bare fields and a sign. "Hammond's Bluff, Oregon." He said aloud.

"Is this the place?" Dean asked, looking out at the sign.

Sam looked down at the page that had been printed off of the internet. "Yeah. This is the place. Doesn't look like much, does it?"

"None of these places do, Sam. At least this place isn't as much of a dump as Roseau."

"Is there like, a law that states that every single small American farm town has to have a spirit infestation?" Sam wondered out loud, unconsciously drumming his fingers on the dashboard to the roaring Motorhead beat.

"You're the pre- law student. You tell me." The corners of Dean's mouth lifted up in a smirk.

"Was the pre- law student. Was."

The two brothers rode into the Hammond's Bluff town square in silence, and Dean parked the car in front of the doctor's office.

Sitting at the desk inside was a middle aged Korean woman wearing a plastic name tag that read Alice. She was chewing on the end of a pen and flipping through a copy of Chatelaine woman's magazine. She looked up when the bell above the door rang, announcing the arrival of Sam and Dean.

"Hello. Welcome to Dr. Deluise's office. Do you have an appointment?" Alice asked, pushing her round glasses up to the bridge of her nose.

"Um, hello…" Dean leaned down and peered at the name tag. "Alice. Hello, Alice. No, actually my friend and I do not have an appointment. We are students from the University of Oregon in the pre- med program. We're here to…"

"We're here to interview Dr. Deluise on the new theory that he is testing out. The theory of, uh…" Sam faltered.

"The theory of the effect sociopathy has on the human brain?" Alice supplied, unknowingly giving the brother's Winchester some very valuable ammo.

"Yeah. That one. Sociopathy. Fun stuff. He is expecting us. If he isn't too busy would it be okay if we went in and asked him a few questions?" Dean asked.

"Yes, I suppose. Exam room three. Second door on your left." Alice pointed down the hallway and looked back down at her magazine, continuing to gnaw on her pen.

Sam and Dean nodded their thanks and went off in search of exam room three. They found it without difficulty and Dean barged right on in without knocking. A tall man with grey hair was bending over a sink stripping his hands of his latex gloves and washing them.

The doctor leaped back, clutching his heart in fright when he heard Sam and Dean enter.

"Sorry." Sam apologized, elbowing Dean discreetly in the side with his good arm.

"Ow!" Dean mumbled.

"Oh, it's quite alright. I didn't know I had another appointment." Dr. Deluise looked slightly puzzled.

"Yeah, we kinda scheduled it last minute." Dean flashed the doctor his most charming smile. Sure it worked better on the ladies, but hey? If it works it works.

"Which one of you is here with a problem then?" Dr. Deluise pulled on a fresh pair of gloves and looked the brothers up and down.

"Him." Dean jabbed a finger towards his brother. "He is my cousin. He was injured in his arm recently and we just came in to see if it is healing properly."

Sam sighed. "My arm is fine." He mumbled to Dean through gritted teeth. To the doctor though, he said, "If it isn't too much trouble."

"No, no. it's fine. Sit." He grabbed Sam's shoulders and sat him down on the bed. "What is your name, son?"

Sam's mind raced as he tried to remember the name that was on the false I.D. in his jacket pocket. "Kevin." He remembered. "Kevin Donaldson"

"Well Kevin. What did you do to yourself?" He pulled Sam's arm out of its sleeve and pulled away the gauze gently. "Why, this looks like a stab wound!"

"It is." Sam explained. "My cousin and I were robbed a few weeks back. I got knifed."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Dr. Deluise looked sympathetic for about a moment. "It seems to be fine. Just keep it clean and change the bandage regularly. Come back and see me if it starts to pus."

"Hey, doc?" Dean asked, just as he was about to leave. "I am doing a school paper on strange medical mysteries, and I was wondering if you have seen anything strange lately?"

"I can't tell you very much without breaking the doctor patient confidentiality code." Dr. Deluise said. "But I did see something strange the other day. Quite odd, it was."

Dean snuck Sam a look. This was it.

"What was it?" Sam asked.

"There was this girl. She had the strangest symptoms. A spot on her neck rubbed raw, permanently dilated pupils, and, the most peculiar thing was her teeth. Her canines were more pointed than any others I've ever seen. Like a vampire or a snake or something. And the funny thing was that she didn't know how she came to be that way!" Dr. Deluise explained.

"Really?" Dean asked, stepping back into the room. "Was she from around here?"

"Yes." Was the doctor's quick reply.

"Was she the only one with the symptoms?"

"Yes."

"And her name was?" Dean almost held his breath, hoping that his interrogation technique would work.

"Megan Wright." Dr. Deluise said without thinking. He immediately realized his mistake and clapped his hand over his mouth. "Please try and ignore what I just said.You two should leave now."

"Thank you doctor." Dean said. He and Sam left the room and as he shut the door, he muttered, "Thanks a lot."


I am in a lot of pain right now. I just got two piercings in the top of my ear and then hit said ear against a wall. So, in pity for me and my dying ear, review!