Whee! The first time that I have updated anything since January! (Everyone clap for me). I had kinda burned myself out on fanfic, so I decided to take a little break, and that little break turned into a big fat one. So, to prove to anyone that has read my previous story "Heart Snatcher" and also this one that I am still alive, I updated. I apologize profusely.

This chapter may suck just a tad, because I wrote it very quickly just so that I could get something on here. Please bear with me, the better stuff should be coming soon. I hope.

I would like to dedicate this chapter to the user Mapu. Although I have no clue who you are, on March 17, 2006, you wrote a review for my story "Heart Snatcher" that just blew me away. You offered me compliments on my writing as well as very valid points on which I could improve, to which I have taken to heart and am trying very hard to correct. And so, for taking the time to write me such a detailed and kind review, I thank you. I also hope that you read this, because this whole spiel would be very pointless if you didn't.

Disclaimer: I was saving up my allowance in my piggybank to try and buy myself Jensen and Jared, but there was this unbelievable sale at American Eagle... Do I need to go on?


Chapter Three: Phone Booths and Late Night TV

After leaving the office of Doctor Deluise, Sam and Dean were once again in the Impala, cruising around Hammond's Bluff, Oregon, or as Dean liked to refer to it: America's Butt Hole, searching for a phone booth. Not to use the phone, per se, but more to find a Hammond's Bluff phone directory so that they could locate the whereabouts of one Megan Wright.

After passing about three gas stations without a phone booth in sight, Dean slammed his hands down on the steering wheel in frustration. "Come on! You have got to be kidding me!" His angry face came on. "This town is by far the stupidest town in existence!"

Sam looked over at his brother with concern for his own well being. When frustrated, the elder brother had the tendancy to alleviate his anger on someone near him, regardless of who that someone was. "Just cool it Dean." He said.

"Cool it? Cool it? How can I be cool when this rinky dink little farmsville doesn't have one single goddamn phone booth!" The anger flashed in Dean's eyes, but was replaced momentarily by an eerie calm. The look frightened Sam, not because Dean himself looked scary, but it was frightening to see him look so placid.

Sam furrowed his brow. "Uh... Are you okay?"

Dean gave Sam a scarily calm smile. "I'm fine little brother. But I have just made a very serious and life changing decision." He placed both of his hands on his baby's steering wheel and focused his eyes forwards.

"What kind of decision?" Sam was almost afraid to ask.

"From here on out, I, Dean Winchester, have decided to no longer let anger rule my life. Anger is the emotion of choice of the devil, you know, and I feel that I have been possessed by it for far too long." Dean paused to catch his breath. " Starting right here and right now, I solemnly vow to be the calmest and least angry Dean I can possibly be." He spouted off, seeming to Sam very un-Dean-like.

As quick as lightning, or, as quick as Sam could muster with his injured arm, the younger brother reached into the glove compartment and whipped out a small vial of holy water. "Okay, who are you, and what have you done with Dean?" Sam's hazel eyes locked on to what he was sure was an imposter of his big brother.

"Chill, Sammy!" Dean's right hand flew up in a defensive gesture. "It's me, I swear. No demon. Do you actually think a demon could manage to look this good, even while possessing my hot body?"

The holy water vial lowered slowly, as Sam caught a glimpse of his brother with that final statement. "Are you kidding me? What the hell spurred all this on then?"

Dean raised one eyebrow. "You think you're the only one that has trouble sleeping on occasion?"

Sam snorted. "What, so this insane idea to be calm and collected just came to you in a midnight revelation?" He chuckled at the idea.

"No!" Dean started on the defensive. "It was this lady on televison. A Ricki Lake- Dr. Phil type show. Mavis, I think her name was. Anyways, she had all these people on her show who had been forced into court ordered anger management programs, and they were all psychopaths who had nothing left because of all their anger. Mavis was trying to help them all get their lives back and to let go of some of their hate. It was very moving. Don't laugh..." He growled at Sam, who had a large grin on her face. " I just don't want to be one of those sad talk show guests ten years down the road."

"I daresay I'm almost impressed, Dean. And a little scared." Sam smiled, but decided to keep all of his comments inside, just in case his brother was actually serious about his mid life change. "So, do you watch these shows often?"

Dean ignored Sam's insinuation. "Don't be scared, Sam. Fear is the path to anger."

"And anger is the path to the dark side..." Sam mimicked in a yoda-type voice, although he murmured it to himself.

Dean's head snapped around. "What was that?"

"Nothing... Hey look, a phone booth!" Sam pointed to the small Shell station right next to the "Thanks for visiting Hammond's Bluff" sign at the edge of town. Sure enough, there was a dilapidated old phone booth sitting by the diesel pumps.

Dean pulled the Impala into the Shell station and parked near the phone booth. Sam got out of the car, and ran to grab the phone book. "W...W... Wallace... Wells... Winston... Wright!" He scrolled his finger down the yellowed page. There were a total of fourteen Wright's currently residing in Hammond's Bluff. Rather than write down all the seperate addresses or call each number on the spot, Sam ripped out the entire page and then placed the book back exactly as he found it. Like anyone would miss one page anyways.

Two hours, and six of the Wright household's later, the brothers finally came across the home of Megan Wright. It was one of the nicer ones in town, with a new white paint job, green trim, and wraparound porch. Sam and Dean approached the door and knocked.

A tall girl with long blonde hair answered the door. "Hi. Can I help you?"

Dean stepped forward. "Hi, my name is Lee Donaldson, and this is my cousin Kevin. We are building surveyors for the state of Oregon, and we're here to do a checkup on your house. I understand that it is a heritage house, and there have been some concerns that it is not as stable as it once was." He flashed the girl his trademark woman-wooing grin. "Are you Laura Wright?"

"No, I'm her daughter Megan. My mom is at work." Megan looked at the brothers with the slightest hint of suspicion. "I don't think she would mind if you came in to survey the place though." She opened the door to let the brothers in, but still looked a little wary.

Sam looked at Megan probingly, but still discreetly, and he noticed a large red blotch on the side of her neck, one that looked like it may have been a rash. His trained eyes could see two tiny little indents, spaced evenly apart and a brighter shade of red than the rash. "Ouch." He pointed at her neck. "That looks nasty. Spider bite?"

Megan flinched and pulled the sagging neck of her turtleneck sweater up to conceal the wound. "Something like that... So are you gonna survey, or what?"

The brothers nodded, and headed off up the stairs to look for any evidence of a supernatural entity, while Megan stayed downstairs watching her TV show. Once satisfyed that the girl was out of veiw and earshot, Dean pulled out his EMF meter and walked up and down the hallway. Sam investigated Megan's bedroom.

Dean pulled the EMF headphones out of his ears. "I'v got a little of a reading here, but I'm not really sure of what it means. After all, it isn't a ghost that we're looking for. We're here to see Megan. Did you have any luck?"

In the bedroom, Sam was having a bit of better luck. He opened the drawer of her vintage writing desk and found an 8 by 10 photograph inside. What he saw in the photo was more than enough evidence.

Sam emerged from the bedroom clutching a photograph. "Yeah, I found this. Take a look." He gave the photo to Dean. On the back was written: Camping Trip, March 17th, 2006. On the front was Megan sitting on a log with her arm around a brunette girl and a guy, with two guys standing behind the three. What was suspicious about the picture was the fact that Megan's eyes were glowing a bright white, and so were the eyes of the boy she had her arm around. Through her smile, you could just catch a glimpse of a pair of pointy fangs in each of their mouths.

"Well Sammy-boy, I think we're in the right place. Lets go talk to Megan." Dean smiled.


I'll stop it here for now, because it is 11:00 at night, and I am super tired. Hopefully I'll update within the next week, but if not, I promise that it won't be as long as my hiatus before.

Pretty please with a cherry on top review! I wanna beat 75 with this story!

-H