Sorry everyone, but this one's a little longer than the earlier chapters. But I'm sure you're wondering if Dean died. Well…

Chapter 3… The Ripple Effect

Sweat trickled down Dean's face as he shot up in his bed, confused and scared. He looked at the clock; it was 6:30 am. What just happened? He thought. Suddenly he saw the door knob to the room opening and so he quickly grabbed the knife from under his pillow. The door opened, it was Sam. Dean got up from the bed, and backed away. For all he knew this could be the same Sam that shot him. Sam looked at dean, and put down the coffee on the table. "Okay. What's wrong?" Dean looked at him, still puzzled and said, "You tell me little bro. Feelin' umm… vengeful today?" Sam laughed and said, "What?" Dean still keeping a distance from Sam walked to the bathroom. He opened the door, knife still in hand, and went over to the newspaper to see the last day's date. 6th August, Sunday. But yesterday was Monday. How could that have been possible? Sam looked at him, now confused too, and said, "What's wrong Dean?" Dean looked at his brother through the bathroom doorway and said, "Sam, I think I had a seriously fucked up vision."

"Ok Dean. I know you like making fun of me with the vision thing. But this is taking it a little far, isn't it?" Sam sipped his coffee and was a little stunned as Dean banged his hand on the table and said, "I'm not lying Sam! I relived the whole damn day!" Sam rose and eyebrow and said, "You relived the day. Relived? And in this so-called relived day, I had a twisted vision of a girl ripping a dude's heart out, it also somehow involved evil Dryads, which by the way, I don't think exist, and then I was possessed by the Dryads into shooting you? Which also, was a long time after they made a road block to crash the impala into a tree? Is that what you're saying Dean?" Dean looked at him in the eye and said, "That's exactly what I'm saying. I relived the day Sam! Relived it! Everything went back like…18 hours! And it saved me from dying!"

Sam still looked skeptical and said, "Ok. Let's test your theory here, let's see where that news article is. The one you told me was related to the vision I had in your so-called relived day or whatever the hell it was."

Dean smiled and said, "That's easy. Why don't you get me a sandwich while I get the paper from the car to show you?" Dean looked at his watch, and smiled again. Sam looked at him, puzzled and said, "Okay. I'll do that." As soon as he got up, he walked into a waitress carrying a tray of black coffees. "Oh crap!" said the waitress, as the coffee half spilled on the floor and half drained into Sam's jacket and shirt. Sam sighed in frustration and said, "Let me go clear this up." As he was about to do so, Dean grabbed his arm and said, "Wait a sec, Sammy. The newspaper wasn't the only place where I found the article." Sam looked confused, and Dean pointed to the small TV which sat in the top left corner of a small table. It was half-static half-clearly showing the apartment of someone, a teenage boy, and how his body lay dead on his bed. The scene was bloody, and through the half understandable sound, the reporter could be heard as saying,

"Greg Fetcher was killed 2 days ago, brutally murdered it seems, and as we can see in the background, his chest has been ripped open, and his heart is nowhere to be seen. The horrible incident also involved a teenage girl who was…"

Sam looked at Dean and said, "Ok. That's creepy. Its not April 1st is it?" Dean gave him an I-Told-You-So look and told him to wash up. When Sam came back he sat down and Dean said, "So now do you believe me?" Sam raised his white flag in defeat and said, "The article thing is pretty… real. So I guess you did relive the day." Dean looked outside and said, "Looks like I can't compare you to Jennifer Love Hewitt anymore." Sam looked slightly annoyed but amused and said, "Lets not overdo it here. So what'd you wanna do about the evil Dryads?" Dean sighed and said, "Learn how to kick their evil ass."

"What about the thing that killed that Greg dude?" Asked Sam. Dean smiled and said, "I think pissed off forest spirits top the list over a heart-ripping pissed off demon or whatever the hell did that to poor Greg-ory."

Gonna kill the bitches this time, thought Dean as he and Sam drove towards White oak, where they had encountered the Dryad road block. Sam seemed edgy and nervous, and said, "Dean. You know we can just… not kill them. We can just turn back right now. What if something goes wrong? What if you can't find me? What if the flare doesn't show?" Dean sighed and said, "Sammy, no worries. We all have to die someday. If something goes wrong, I'll be sure to take you with me." He laughed while Sam looked a little upset and looked out the window, air blowing through his hair. As the sky darkened, Dean squinted his eyes and said, "There they are. Nasty bitches. This time they're not gonna mess up my precious wheels." He parked the car, and got outside. Sam did so too, and as he did so, the Dryad's looked at them and said,

"The ancient spirits of the forest rise,

To hurt our trees, you must pay a price.

The vengeful acts…"

Dean interjected and said, "Yeah whatever. I've heard enough enchantment shit from you bitches for one relived day." Then as it had happened before, one of the Dryad's came like the wind and grabbed hold of Sam, and then as earlier, disappeared like the wind with him.

Sam opened his eyes, remembering what his brother had told him to do. He didn't say anything, and waited. Then as a gush of cold wind blew past him, he knew he wasn't alone. "It is such a pity…" said one of the Dryad's but Sam interrupted her and said, "Yeah. Pity, pawn's, death, shit." The Dryad looked confused and offended and said, "Oh handsome prince, 'tis not the kind of behavior we would like from our slave…" Sam looked at her and just as Dean had said, asked her, "Why have you brought me here? What do you want?" She smiled, a wicked smile, and said, "It is not what I want, but what we all want." Sam said, "Oh yeah, and what's that?" She got up and said, "Your brother dead." Sam again quickly asked her, "Oh this is rich… and why is that?" She lowered her tone, and said, "Let's just say he has the ripple effect."

She left him with another gush of cold wind, and as Dean and he had discussed, got to work. He squirmed his shoe off, and there from the bottom came out a thin knife. He grabbed it with his toes and flipped it backwards near his hands. Lowering his hands and hurting his shoulders, he caught it with his tied hands, and slowly started cutting the rope. As he did so, he realized it wasn't rope after all, but vines. As he untied his hands, he reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and took out a small flare. It was his only chance, and if he screwed this up, both of them could be dead. His palms got sweaty but he took out a matchbox and lit the flare. As the flare flew up in the air, Sam made a run for it, hiding anywhere he could, while at the other side, Dean saw the flare burst and thought, Time for a forest fire, bitches.

Hope you liked it. The next part will deal with both the Dryad's and the strange woman in the night gown...