"Sam, you've got to be kidding me."

"I'm telling you, Dean, I dreamt what was on the tape!"

"And how can you be sure? You've never seen it for real." Dean turned around and faced his brother with an angry, but worried expression on his face. Sam had woken him up not long ago, and explained what had happened to him. Now, he was pacing around the hotel room, wide awake, wearing nothing but a pair of beaten up jeans that he'd slipped over his boxers on the way out of bed. Outside, the sky was getting light.

"But I've heard from people who had... I saw all the same images, even some that I wasn't sure were legit until I saw them just now." he explained.

"And don't you think that's convenient?" Dean said frustratedly, turning to him, "That you read all about that thing, and the stuff that happens in it, and then you dream about the stuff you read?"

Sam frowned. He had a bit of a point there. "But..." he began softly, "...I got a call on my cellphone. A little girl, she said I had seven days..." he explained.

"You were probably still dreaming."

With a sigh, he reached out and snatched the phone off the nightstand, and opened it up, pressing a few buttons to reveal the recently received calls. At the top of the list, there one that was not five seconds long. "That was her." he said and pointed.

"Then what's the return number, I'll track that bitch down." Dean came over and peered at the screen, "What the hell?" he whispered a moment later.

"No return number." Sam answered, "No number. It doesn't even say that it was blocked, it's just a bunch of... symbols."

"What the hell?" Dean repeated, gritting his teeth together and standing up.

Sam sighed... he had to remain calm, even though Dean wasn't. "Well... look, I could watch the tape now, just to doublecheck if its the same thing in my dream..."

His brother whirled again to face him, "No! Do you have any idea how stupid that is?" he yelled, "What if it isn't? What if it's not the same? What if by watching it, you actually condemn yourself to this seven days crap when you would've been just fine to begin with?"

"So you're positive this thing is real now?" he frowned, still calm, however a little annoyed with Dean's overzealous worry.

At that, Dean turned and slammed his fist down on the nightstand, missing possibly crushing his own cellphone by mere centimeters. "All right. That's it. We're done."

"We're what?" breathed Sam, baffled.

"We're outta here." Dean reached under his bed and pulled out the shirt he'd thrown there before going to sleep the night before, and slipped it on.

"We're... wait, where are we going?" the younger asked, standing up. "And why?"

"Dunno. Away from here. Get your things." Dean simply ordered, snatching his cellphone, charger, wallet, and keys off a nearby shelf, then walking briskly over to the chair where he'd discarded his jacket, and sticking everything in the appropriate pockets before pulling it on.

Sam just stared with a look of bewilderment, "You never said why." he said.

"Don't need to. Just do it."

"You're sounding like dad."

"So what if I am?"

"You know how I feel about that." Sam sneered defiantly.

"Look, I said get your things." Dean said leaning towards him slightly.

"You're not the-"

"Look, Sammy." he finally cut him off, walking nearer, "I don't give a damn about this tape, or this so-called curse, it didn't get you, allright?" he had more than a frown on his face now... his eyes were narrowed slightly with an emotion besides anger.

"Dean, just because you brought it here-"

"No, Sam. Don't give me that. You're fine. Now pack up your stuff and let's leave."

"But what about everyone else?" he asked, bending, and beginning to comply, sliding his fallen laptop back into his bag, also closing up his phone and putting it in there as well. "Everyone else who's seen the tape? This is our kinda thing, Dean. We know that now."

"No, there is no 'now'. If we ever decided this had anything to do with us, you having that dream didn't determine it."

"Fine, but we still owe it to all those people who've seen it... all the people who died..." he trailed off for a moment as he zipped closed the backpack and walked over to where he'd left his shoes, "We need to stop this thing. We're the only ones who can."

"They can figure out their own damn way." Dean said softly, heading out the door.

"Check out's probably not open yet..." Sam breathed, following.

"They'll figure it out."

"Wait." he stopped walking only a few steps out into the hall.

Dean turned around, sending his brother a questioning stare, "What is it?"

"The tape." Sam said, turning, "I've got to get it." he started back into the room, but Dean swiftly caught him by the elbow.

Sam gasped, turning toward Dean, "What're you doing?" he demanded.

"You are not taking that thing with us." the elder frowned.

"So you want me to just leave it here so someone else can find it?" he spat back, "I thought you took that thing so that we could have it for safekeeping. So that nobody else would get cursed, and it wouldn't spread."

Dean grit his teeth slightly. As much as he hated to admit it, Sam was right... it was hard enough to walk away from this job, when it could definitely be something... really serious. "All right. Fine." he agreed, pushing past his brother and heading in. "But we're not taking it with us."

Sam just stood in the doorway, looking confused, "Then what are you-"

He was cut off by a loud crunching sound.

"Dean!" he stared wide eyed as his brother stomped down on it with his foot, cracking the plastic and causing some of the film to come rolling out of it. "What're you doing!"

"Destroying it." he replied. "Nothing said that this thing would kill you if you smashed it up."

"Yes, but-"

"And don't you go sayin' that you're going to have to get someone else to see it for you, because you didn't see it, you hear?" He pointed at Sam as he kicked it a few more times, just for good measure, before looking up sternly.

"Yes Dean, but-"

"And then... just to be safe..." he started, bending down and scooping up the shards of black plastic and other parts lying in a heap on the floor, "...we're gonna salt this thing and burn it, just to be sure that whatever's haunting it stays down."

Sam shook his head slowly as Dean once again moved past, holding the wrecked device in his arms somewhat protectively. They went across the hall, down the stairs, out the door, and into the Impala, where it was promptly dumped into a bag.

They drove out of the city, and into the sunrise, stopping by the side of the road where Sam watched as his brother dug a small hole, and toss the bag in, insisting that he do this whole thing himself. He sprinkled salt, and sprayed holywater, muttered a Latin exorcism for good measure, and then lit the thing on fire, before driving away.

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Author's Ending Note Thingy: Yay, another chapter done for my favorite readers! Keep the reviews coming, those are the best EMails I get all summer... XD More to come soon, promise, unless I get distracted... I have a vacation looming on the horizon, but hopefully I'll get my new laptop all ready by then so I can update while I'm gone. I am hoping to get at least one, maybe two more chapters uploaded before I even leave, though... but then, as always, I don't know where this story's going. XD Lets hope things turn out okay for the Winchesters, ne?