I'm sorry for the delay, I've just started sixth form at school and everything's been a little hectic! Anywaay enjoy!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: JUST WANTED TO LET EVERYONE KNOW I'M CHANGING THE NAME OF THE STORY FROM HAUNTED TO OMEN!

Omen (Previously named Haunted.)

Chapter 4 Jamie

(Dean's POV)

Dean strode half-heartedly into the motel room. As per usual it was considerably less appealing than the last place the stayed at. Once more the room was small grimy but thankfully not health-threatening.

Within seconds of being in the room Dean located the bathroom directly beside one of the two beds, which were also dismal. Dean sighed and threw his bags onto the bed closest to the door signalling to Sam that his bed was the one by the bathroom. He went about pulling out knives and guns placing them within reach of the bed for defensive purposes and sat down on the bed with a dull thud watching as Sam set about unpacking his belongings from his duffle bag. Sam always unpacked. Dean thought it made the reality of constantly travelling an easier burden for Sam. It was easier for Dean if he didn't get attached to places or people, they can only let you down. He'd learnt that lesson from Cassie...and the last time he was in South Dakota.

During his musings Sam had set about finding research on the missing persons cases that had been in the local papers, disappearances that lately had been increasing.

Dean shook his head, clearing his previous thoughts and turned to look at Sam again.

"So," He said causing Sam to glance up from the laptop screen. "You got anything on the recent disappearances yet?"

"Yeah actually, I hacked into the police records and found a missing persons case. The names just go on and on Dean."

"What about the most recent ones, any friends or family. I think it would be best that we look into the disappearances that are most recent."

"Ok, the three most recent are…Jason Pattou aged 34. He uh, went out to buy groceries and never made it there. Apparantly he has no family, it was his boss who noticed that he was missing. Disappeared two months ago."

"Great." Dean drawled sarcastically. Sam shot him a withering glare and turned back to the computer on his lap.

"The second was a woman-"

"She hot?" Dean asked casually as he began cleaning a knife. "What?"

"The second was a woman called uh, Katherine Clamp aged 52-"

"Apparently not…"

"Aged 52," Sam continued glaring at Dean. "Taking the dog for a walk. Again never came home."

"Did they find the dog?"

"How the hell would I know?" Sam asked incredulously. Dean snorted and continued cleaning his knife. "She disappeared three weeks ago. And the last was a man called Jack Reed aged 26, he disappeared last week. It says here that he had an argument with his family and stormed out, hasn't been seen since. The police are writing him of as a suicide." Sam glanced up at Dean when he gained no response. Dean was staring blankly at the wall as if trying desperately to remember something. Then was breathing deeply, slowly as if to clear his head. Dean barely heard Sam calling out if he was all right he simply closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Suddenly his head snapped up and he looked at Sam, fixing his piercing green gaze upon him.

"What were those names again Sam?"

"Dean, are you alri-"

"The names Sam." Dean snapped standing up his gaze flicking from Sam to the door quickly.

"Okay Dean, calm down! Jason Pattou, Katherine Clamp and Jack Reed. Why what's the matter?" Sam answered watching Dean closely.

"Nothing…" He breathed pulling his coat on. "I'm going out."

"What? Where?"

"Just out Sam!" He replied harshly walking to the door.

"Dean we've barely been here for half an hour and you're leaving. You've been driving all day Dean! Where the hell are you going? " Dean stopped at the door, his hand on the handle and he turned back to look at his younger brother who was staring defiantly back. Before he knew it Dean was out of the door, closing it with a sharp snap and was striding towards the Impala.

(Sam's POV)

"Just out Sam!" Dean replied harshly walking to the door.

"Dean we've barely been here for half an hour and you're leaving.You've been driving all day Dean! Where the hell are you going?" He asked just as harsh. He watched as Dean stopped at the door, his hand on the handle and he turned back to look at Sam who was staring defiantly back. Before he knew it Dean was out of the door, closing it with a sharp snap. Sam sat shocked staring at the door his mind trying to register what had just occurred. It wasn't until he heard the familiar roar of the Impala coming to life did Sam jump up and race to the door to stop his older brother only to glimpse him driving around a corner down the road.

Sam swore heavily before walking back into the motel room slamming the door shut.

"Shit Dean…" He whispered while running a hand through his long hair. He strode to his bed and sat down roughly grabbing his cell phone and scrolling down to Dean's number. He looked at it for a second before pressing 'call'. The phone rang for a few seconds before he was sent to the answer machine.

"Goddamnitt Dean!" He swore again throwing his phone away from him. "What the hell are you doing?"

(Dean's POV)

Dean glanced at his phone again as the words SAM shone out like a beacon the phone vibrating. Dean groaned and threw it into the back seat of his car. He ran a hand through his short hair before turning back to the house he was parked outside. He sighed and left the car slowly walking up the path and stopped at the door. He smiled slightly the house hadn't changed from what he could see. He rang the door beg once and waited, half praying that the cottage was empty. But alas fate was against him as he heard soft footsteps coming to the door. The door opened and Dean found himself staring down into the face of Mrs Reed.

"Hi, um, is you daughter home?"

"Yes…" She replied eyes narrowing slightly. "Why?"

"Could you tell her that an old friend's here?" Dean asked watching at the woman looked at him closely before giving a slightly nod and shutting the door in his face. Dean laughed, same old Mrs Reed. He rubbed the back of his neck and leant against the wall, head bowed to the floor hands shoved into his jean pockets. He waited quietly in thought. A moment later the door opened again.

"D-dean?" Dean smiled.

"Hey Jamie."

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