Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 4 of Where the Lonely Ones Roam. Thank you to all who left reviews. I do apologize for it taking so long to get to work on the other chapters of this series. I'm going to try my best to update as much as I can. But I'm working on many many stories at once trying to get them all finished as quickly as I can. Hopefully I'll be able to finish what I have up here all finished this year… that's actually what I wished when this new year began was to finish all the stories that I started up and maybe get a few others started once I finish what I have to finish now. I hope that you guys enjoy this next Chapter. Without further ado Chapter 4.

Chapter 4

Gotta Hate Pagan Gods

Dean drove the Impala down an empty road.

Rosa looked out the window biting her lower lip wondering why the brothers had allowed her to stay, but then again with what she had seen in 2014, it scared her and she was afraid that it would come to pass and she wouldn't be able to reunite with her older brother.

"So—" Sam let out a chuckle. "—what's with this job?" He questioned looking over at his brother.

"Dude suffers a head-on collision in a parked car? I'd say that's worth checking out."

"Yeah, definitely, uh, but, uh, we got bigger problems, don't you think?" Sam questioned his brows, raising slightly in confusion.

"I'm sure the apocalypse'll still be there when we get back."

"Right, yeah, but I mean, if—if the Colt is really out there somewhere—"

"Hey, we've been looking for three weeks, we got bupkis." Dean said, letting out a breath.

"Okay. But Dean...I mean, if we're gonna—ice the Devil—"

"This is what we're doing! Okay? End of discussion."

Sam looked away and let out a soft sigh.

Rosa looked at the two brothers biting her lower lip softly. She knew that Sam wanted to beat the devil, but Dean wanted to continue hunting till they figured out what they were going to do. Rosa looked down at her hands, her long forgotten phone laid there and she gripped it softly. Her brother had called her and she didn't answer the call since she was in the car with the two brothers. She didn't need the two of them to hear anything that was said to her older brother.

"It's just that this is our first real case, back at it together. You know, I, I think we oughta ease into it, put the training wheels back on."

"So you think I need training wheels." Sam looked over at Dean.

"No, 'we'. 'We' need training wheels, you and me and of course Rosa. As a team. Okay?"

Sam took a breath and nodded his head. "Okay."

"Man, I really want this to be a fresh start, you know? For the both of us."

They looked at one another and then Sam nodded his head in agreement.

"Okay." He looked back at Rosa and saw the far off look on her face. He took a breath steeling his nerves, there was something about Rosa that made him feel for her. She had an older brother and she was going through the same thing as he was and it made him hurt inside knowing that a wonderful young woman like her was going through the same thing. "Hey."

Rosa looked up her eyes going wide when she noticed it was Sam talking to her.

"You alright back there?"

Rosa cleared her throat shyly and nodded her head. "Yes." She said softly, lying to Sam knowing that he didn't need to hear her problems that she had with her older brother.

SPNSPN

Dean, Sam, and Rosa were all dressed in suits showing their FBI badges to the local sheriff.

"Agents Bonham, Copeland, and MacMahon." Dean said, introducing himself, his brother, and Rosa.

The sheriff shook their hands. "Rick Carnegie. Good to know ya. So you're here on account of Cal Hawkins' death?"

"That's right." Sam said confirming what they were there for.

"Well, 'fraid you came a long way for nothing. We already booked the guy that did it."

The three of them frowned at one another not feeling that this was an opened and closed case.

"I'm sorry; who do you think did it?" Rosa questioned as she looked at the sheriff with a perplexed look on her face.

SPNSPN

The three of them sat at a table with the Sheriff watching the video that had been recorded earlier.

"Cal? Is something wrong?"

Suddenly Cal's head smashes into the windshield.

"Oh my God, Cal. Cal!"

The video then cut to static and the Sheriff shakes his head before switching off the TV. He dropped the remote onto the table and turned to Sam, Dean, and Rosa. "Sicko taped his own handiwork."

The three of them looked at the sheriff confused.

"I don't follow." Sam said blinking a few times.

"It was Jim Grossman that killed Cal."

"Wait, what?" Dean said as his brows shot up in even more confusion.

"Well, he was the only one on the scene for miles."

"They were best friends." Sam said thinking of what could've happened to Cal.

"Most violent crimes are committed by someone close to the victim."

"And how exactly did Jim slam Cal into a windshield with all the force of an eighty-mile-per-hour crash?"

The sheriff blinks in thought. "Drugs, maybe?"

Dean's brows raised up.

"Look, you know this ain't brain surgery, boys! Whatever it looks like, that's what it usually is. It's simple."

"Simple. Right." Dean glanced over his shoulder at Sam and Rosa.

"Right. Um, if you don't mind, we'd like to speak to Jim Grossman anyway." Sam said getting up to his feet.

Rosa got up to her feet taking a breath hoping that they would find the answers soon enough. This was a real odd case that was for sure.

The sheriff nodded his head and slowly led them out of the room and towards the holding cell area of the police department.

Rosa's phone began to ring and she took a soft breath pulling it out of her pocket. She looked at it and saw that it was her brother was calling. She looked at Sam and Dean who looked at her with furrowed brows. "I have to take this." She told them softly.

"Go ahead, we'll let you know what we get." Sam said softly patting her shoulder lightly.

Rosa nodded her head and quickly walked towards the exit. She answered the phone. "Arthur… what is it?" She questioned softly as she walked.

"Oh wonderful way of saying hello to me, dear little sister." Arthur said smoothly on the other end of the line.

Rosa let out a soft scoff. "Sorry, I'm in the middle of a case, Arthur."

"Oh interesting. Are you leaving any survivors?"

Rosa took a soft breath. "I don't see how that is relevant. What did you need?" She questioned again as she rubbed her forehead in frustration. She hated it when her brother brought up the fact that they should kill whoever came in the way of a case. She wasn't like that, perhaps it was why she stayed away from the field that her brother was in and stayed in the field that Mick was in. It was so much easier than what it was out on the field with her brother.

"Oh you're not going to tell me dear little sister."

"Come on, Arthur. There has to be more of a reason why you're calling instead of asking me about what is going on over here across the pond. So tell me the real reason why you're calling me oh dear big brother?"

"I'm calling to see when you'll be home oh dear little sister."

Rosa let out a soft breath running her hand through her hair. "I don't know when I'll be back Arthur. Mick sent me here for a reason."

"To get some insight on the American Hunters. Oh how much he wants to learn how they do things." Arthur said with a chuckle as his chair creaked under his weight. "And you so willingly went little sister."

Rosa scoffed, rolling her eyes at his antics. "So tell me Arthur that's the only reason why you called me? After having the little heart to heart with you only a few weeks ago? Does it really matter why I went?"

"Oh but it does. Don't tell me you're starting to fall into routine with them?"

Rosa looked up and saw Dean and Sam coming out of the sheriff's office. "Look Arthur, I have to go."

"Don't you go and…"

Rosa hung up her cell phone and switched it over to silent. She walked up to the brothers biting her lower lip softly. "I'm sorry." She told the two of them.

Sam looked at her with a concerned look on his face. "You alright?"

Rosa forced a smile to her lips. "I'm fine… just…" She took a soft breath. "Just had a little heart to heart with my brother." She shook her head softly. "I promise it won't happen again."

"Hey it's okay. We understand that you have to talk to your brother who is across the Atlantic." Sam said softly, clapping his large hand on her shoulder.

Rosa bit her lip softly and nodded her head shyly.

"Come on." Dean said looking back at the two of them. "We have an impound garage to get to."

"Impound?" Rosa questioned her brow quirking.

Sam nodded his head. "The car that was in the video is there."

Rosa nodded her head shyly, biting her lower lip softly. "Okay."

SPNSPN

Dean walked around and inspected Little Bastard with a look of awe on his face, being very careful not to touch it. The windshield was blood stained and had a piece of it missing where Cal's head had hit it.

"So, what, this is, like, Christine?" Sam questioned his brow raising a little as he looked at the car.

Dean shook his head. "Christine is fiction. This—This is real."

"Okay. Enlighten me."

"And me too, please." Rosa said as she looked at the car with raised eyebrows. She had no idea why this car was so important.

"Well after James Dean died, his mechanic bought the wreckage, and he fixed it up. And it repaid him by… Falling on him. And Tony McHenry was killed when it locked up on the racetrack. I mean, death follows this car around like exhaust. Nobody touches it and comes away in one piece."

"Hm." Sam thought for a moment as he looked at the car.

Rosa's brow raised slightly wondering why this car was so special. She supposed that she would never understand some men who loved cars like Dean loved the history of cars like this one.

"Then, in nineteen-seventy, it vanished off the back of a truck. Nobody's ever seen it since. I'm telling you, man, if this—if this car is Little Bastard, I will bet you dollars to donuts it's what killed the guy."

"So how do we find out?"

"Cal matched the VIN number, but the only real way to know is the engine number."

Sam nodded his head. "I'm guessing the engine number—?"

"On the engine. Yeah."

"Oh that's just bloody great." Rosa said with a sigh.

SPNSPN

The three of them took their jackets off and rolled their sleeves up staring at Little Bastard with trepidation.

Sam looked over at Dean and Rosa. "You want me to do it?"

Dean took a breath through his teeth and shook his head. "No. ...No, no, I've—I've got it." He looked back at the car. "Okay, baby. I'm not gonna hurt you, so...don't hurt me." Dean laid down on a roller board with a pencil in his mouth. He then rolled himself under the car so his eyes were level with a number printed on the engine. He reads the number when the car shuddered and panicked looking around.

Sam moved on the ground next to the car. "Need a flashlight?"

Dean jumped a little. "No. Don't...do anything, just go away."

"You—uh, okay."

Rosa grabbed Sam's arm pulling him up off of the ground and led him back away from the car.

"Don't speak. All right? In fact, don't even look at her, she might not like it."

Rosa let out a soft breath her brows raised before looking over at Sam. "Let me guess," She began softly crossing her arms. "He likes cars a lot but this car scares anyone?"

Sam looked over at her. "Famous car." Sam looked back over hearing Dean rubbing the number on the engine.

They watched Dean slide out from under the car and exhale deeply standing up quickly.

Dean then came over handing Sam the number. "Find out who owned it. Not just the last owner, you gotta take it all the way back to nineteen-fifty-five."

"That's a lot of research." Sam said looking at his brother with raised brows.

"Well, I guess I just made your afternoon. And hers too."

The two of them started watching Dean sighing and walking away from the two of them.

"Did he just…"

Sam let out a breath shaking his head. "We got work to do."

Rosa let out a soft breath. "Looks like it."

SPNSPN

Sam let out a breath as he looked over at Rosa who was looking through the various books that she had on lore. Sam pulled his phone out and dialed Dean's cell. "Hey. Took me a while, but I traced all the car's previous owners." Sam looked at the piles of papers that he had spread out on the table. "Nope. In fact—" He stopped hearing Dean breaking a set of pool balls. "Dean, are you in a bar?" Sam shook his head letting out a breath. "I've been working my ass off here with Rosa." Sam pinched his brow letting out another breath. "Actually, you didn't. The car's first owner was a cardiologist in Philadelphia; drove it 'til he died in nineteen-seventy-two. That Porsche is not, nor has it ever been, James Dean's car. It's a fake Little Bastard. Good question."

Rosa looked up at Sam from the research that she was doing. "I'll keep looking into the lore to see what I can find out if you want to meet with Dean."

Sam got up to his feet and looked at her biting his lower lip softly. "You sure?"

Rosa nodded her head. "I have a feeling that there might be something more than what we're looking into."

Sam nodded his head. "Okay."

SPNSPN

Sam, Dean and Rosa came into the crime scene looking around seeing Carnegie giving orders.

"I want you to use a fine-tooth comb. The evidence is here, we just gotta find it."

"Heard you got another weird one." Dean said looking over at Carnegie.

Rosa looked at the sheriff with her raised brow.

"Uh, well, it's a—it's a little strange on the surface, I admit, but, uh...you know, once you—you look at the facts…" Carnegie said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"William Hill died from a gunshot wound to the head. No gun, no gunpowder, no bullet."

Dean shrugged his shoulders at what his brother had said. "Nope. Nothing strange about that."

"Well there's gotta be a reasonable explanation. There always is." Carnegie said as he looked over at the three of them.

"Well what's your reasonable explanation?" Rosa questioned her brow raising even more.

Carnegie looked around cautiously for a moment and then whispered his answer. "Professional killer."

"Come again?" Sam questioned his brow raising as he looked at the sheriff slightly confused of why he was whispering.

"Well, CIA, NSA, one o' them trained assassins, like in Michael Clayton."

The three of them looked at Carnegie with a gobsmacked look. What on earth was he talking about.

"Right." Dean looked over at Sam and Rosa.

"You're welcome to look around, but—but these guys don't leave fingerprints."

"Mind if we talk with the witness?" Sam questioned.

"Be my guest. She's not making any sense! And she's not making any sense in Spanish either."

Dean nodded his head slowly. "Right."

Rosa let out a soft breath knowing that they were pretty much walking right into something that the brothers probably couldn't handle.

SPNSPN

Dean, Sam, and Rosa came over to Consuela who was sitting on a wooden bench in a blanket, talking to a police officer sobbing. They walked over to her knowing that this woman was truly scared of what had happened.

"No puedo vivir aquí. Necesito mi familia. Me voy ahora. Me voy a la casa. No—me voy a la casa en El Salvador ahora." Consuela said as she rambled on.

"Consuela Alvarez?" Dean said as he looked at the woman.

"Yes?"

"FBI."

They showed their badges causing the officer to leave the three of them to talk to her.

"Now, uh, you said you saw something in the professor's house. Right? Something in the window?"

"Estaba sacando la basura. Imiré por la ventana y vi al hombre que mató al Señor Hill!"

Sam kneeled in front of her. "Uh, Señora Alvarez. Cálmese, por favor. Uh—" Sam looked at Dean thinking before looking back at her. "Uh, díganos lo que vio?"

Dean grinned looking at his brother. "Nice."

"Freshman Spanish." Sam said with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Era alto. Muy alto. Y llevaba el abrigo negro largo y tenía bigotes."

Sam glanced between Dean and Consuela translating what she had said. "Okay, uh, a tall man, very tall. With a long black coat and a—" Sam gestured to his chin. "A beard?"

Consuela nodded her head.

"Beard."

"Y un sombrero."

"Dude was wearing a sombrero?" Dean questioned his brows raising.

"Uh, a hat, not a—a—" Sam gestured near his head.

"No, no, no, un sombrero alto."

"A tall hat?"

"Oh, like a top hat."

"Un sombrero alto." Consuela gestured above her head. "Muy alto!"

"What, you mean like a—like a stovepipe hat." Dean questioned imitating her gesture.

"Sí."

"Oh yeah, like Abraham Lincoln."

Sam shrugged his shoulders.

Consuela started to sob again. "Sí. El Presidente Lincoln."

The two brothers traded a confused look with one another.

"Abraham Lincoln kill Mister Hill!" She said crying again.

"Huh."

"S-so I go home now?"

"Uh, sí. Gracias."

"Gracias."

Sam frowned, turning to Dean and Rosa as Consuela walked away.

Rosa looked at Sam. "That was rough."

Sam looked over at Rosa, his brow raising. "Huh, what?"

"Hablo español. No te molestaste en preguntarme si lo sabía." She said as she locked eyes with his.

"You… you speak spanish?"

"Si. Along with other languages. My school…" Rosa shook her head softly remembering her school. "My school wanted me to learn as many languages as I could."

Dean blinked a few times. "And you are just mentioning it now?!"

Rosa rolled her eyes. "You didn't ask, so why should I have told you two that I spoke the language if you didn't ask?" She shook her head. "Come on we have work to do."

SPNSPN

The three of them sat at a table, Sam and Rosa on their laptops while Dean was on a new laptop. All of them looking at things that could hopefully lead them to an answer.

Dean watched the video of Cal's death. He noticed something and frowned, then paused the video and backed it up a few frames until a figure in a red jacket appeared reflected in the chrome of the car wheel. "Whoa."

"What?"

Rosa looked up from her laptop looking at the older Winchester brother as her brows quirked a little, did he find something?

Dean went back and forth between adjacent frames; the figure is present in one but not the other. He picked the laptop up and turned it around so the two of them could see. "It's a freeze-frame from Jim Grossman's video."

The two of them looked at it with their brows raised.

"Am I crazy, or does that look like James Dean?"

"That looks like James Dean." Sam confirmed looking at Dean.

Dean moved the laptop back in front of him. "So we got Abraham Lincoln, and James Dean?"

Sam frowned in thought.

Rosa pursed her lips together in thought her brows furrowing some.

"Famous ghosts?"

"Maybe."

"Well that's just silly."

"No, actually, uh, there is a ton of lore on famous ghosts. More than the, you know, not-famous kinds. I'm actually surprised we haven't run into one before."

"Yeah, but now we got two of 'em? Two extremely pissed-off ghosts?"

"Who are apparently ganking their fans."

"What do you mean?"

Sam looked at the webpage that he was on. "Professor Hill was a Civil War nut. He dug Lincoln."

"And Cal must've been a James Dean freak. He spent seventeen years of his life tracking down the guy's car."

Sam raised his brows knowingly.

"So you're saying we've got two super-famous, super-pissed-off ghosts killing their...super-fans?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders. "That's what it looks like."

"Well, that is muchos loco."

Sam grinned looking at Dean. "'Muy'."

Dean looked up at his brother, his brows furrowing.

"Not 'muchos'."

Rosa shook her head lightly.

"Yeah, well, the big question is, what the hell are they doing here?"

"Yeah. Ghosts usually haunt the places they live. I mean, I, I get Abraham Lincoln at the White House—"

"And James Dean at a race track, but...what the hell are they doing in Canton?"

"There has to be more going on than what we are looking at." Rosa said looking at the two brothers. "We need to look further into this. Hopefully we'll be able to figure out what is going on here in Canton."

SPNSPN

Rosa was busy reading a book biting her lower lip while Sam was working on his laptop and Dean was by the sink drinking a can of soda.

Sam stopped typing and frowned. "You gotta be kidding me."

"What?" Dean came over and read the screen. He let out a groan. "You gotta be kidding me."

Rosa got up to her feet and came over to them to read the screen. "Oh bollocks." She said with a groan. She looked at the two brothers. "Why don't the two of you go and check that out. I'll see what else I can find in the countless lore books I have on me."

Sam looked over at her and nodded his head. "Okay."

SPNSPN

Rosa rubbed her temples as she looked through her big book of pagan lore to see if it was anything that they could use.

Sam came back into the room carrying a bag.

"Yeah, Abraham Lincoln and James Dean, can you believe that? ...Why so kill-crazy? Ah, maybe the apocalypse has got 'em all hot and bothered. Yeah, well, we all know whose fault that is. ...Well I'm sorry, but it's true."

Sam frowned as he pushed the door shut which caused Dean to turn around.

"I'll call you later. Bye." Dean hung up his phone to look at Sam.

"What's going on?"

"Did you get the trunk packed up?"

"Yeah, trunk's packed. Who was on the phone?"

"Bobby."

"And?"

Dean shook his head. "Nothing."

"So we're just gonna pretend I didn't hear what I just heard?"

Dean shrugged. "Pretend or don't pretend. Whatever floats your boat."

"This was supposed to be a fresh start, Dean."

Dean picked up his jacket. "Well, this is about as fresh as it gets. Now are we going or not?" Dean questioned as he walked to the door before going out.

Rosa got up to her feet and shook her head. "He just needs time… big brothers are… a pain in the ass."

Sam looked over at Rosa and nodded his head. He let out a breath and slowly went to follow his brother.

"I'll be here and I'll call if I figure out anything."

"Thanks Rosa."

"Welcome."

SPNSPN

Dean grabbed his shirts out of a drawer and shoved them into his bag. "Ready to blow this joint?"

Rosa put her lore book into her bag letting out a soft breath rubbing her tired eyes. She slowly got up to her feet, popping her back some.

Sam came out of the bathroom, zipping up his toiletries bag. "Dean, didn't it strike you as strange the way Gandhi just...vanished?"

Rosa looked over raising her brow looking over at Sam. Gandhi? What on earth were they talking about?

"Strange how?" Dean questioned looking over at his brother.

"No screaming, no big flame-out, I mean, that isn't the way ghosts usually go."

"Still, I torched, he vanished."

"Yeah, but I—" Sam sighed, rubbing his mouth. "Also, I feel like he was...trying to take a bite out of me."

"A bite?"

"Yeah, like he was hungry. But the thing is, Gandhi—or, the real Gandhi—he was a—"

"A what?"

Sam hesitated.

"Spit it out."

"He was a fruitarian."

Dean stared at Sam and then laughed. "Let me get this straight. Your, uh, ultimate hero was not only a short man in diapers, but he was also a fruitarian?"

"That's not the point."

"That is good. That is—even for you, that is good."

"Look, I'm just saying, I'm not so sure this thing is over."

Dean spread his arms. "It was a ghost. It was a weirdly super-charged fruitarian ghost, but it was still a ghost. Now let's go." Dean grabbed his bag.

"So first you drag me into town, and now you're dragging me back out."

"You ain't steering this boat. Let's go, chop chop." Dean said as he walked towards the door.

"You know, this isn't gonna work."

Dean stopped and turned to look over at Sam. "What isn't?"

"Us. You, me, together, I—I thought it could, but it can't."

"You're the one that wanted back in, chief."

"And you're the one who called me back in."

"I still think we got some trust building to do."

"How long am I gonna be on double-secret probation?"

Dean shrugged. "Till I say so."

Rosa pinched the bridge of her nose of course they would be going on and on about their problems and there was still something very much off about this case if Sam said what he said. The gears in her head turning in thought of what Sam had said.

"Look. I know what I did. What I've done. And I am trying to climb out of that hole, I am, but you're not making it any easier."

"So what am I supposed to do, just let you off the hook?"

"No. You can think whatever you want. I deserve it, and worse. Hell, you'll never punish me as much as I'm punishing myself, but the point is, if we're gonna be a team, you and I—it has to be a two-way street."

"So we just go back to the way we were before?"

"No, because we were never that way before. Before didn't work."

Dean frowned looking at Sam.

"How do you think we got here?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Dean, one of the reasons I went off with Ruby...was to get away from you."

"What?"

"It made me feel strong. Like I wasn't your kid brother."

"Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No, it's my fault. All I'm saying is that, if we're gonna do this, we have to do it different, we can't just fall into the same rut."

Dean shook his head. "What do you want me to do?"

"You're gonna have to let me grow up, for starters."

Dean's cell phone rang and he stared at Sam. He put his bag down and answered it. "Yeah?" He looked at Sam and then away again. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Dean hung up his phone looking at the two of them. "I guess you were right about this not being over." Dean said to Sam letting out a soft breath.

Rosa pursed her lips together in thought.

SPNSPN

The three of them walked into the Sheriff's department and straight over to the sheriff, who was sitting at a desk.

"Sheriff Carnegie?" Sam said, looking at the sheriff slightly concerned.

"Sheriff, what happened?"

"I, uh, uh…" The sheriff shrugged and shook his head. He couldn't wrap his mind around what had happened. "I don't know!" He indicated to the interview room where two young women were sitting at the table and crying.

The three of them walked into the room.

"Excuse us, girls. Hi, we're with the FBI." Dean said looking at the two of them.

"Can you tell us what happened?"

"It was horrible!" The first girl said.

"Way horrible."

"What was horrible?" Rosa questioned moving closer to the girls wondering what they were talking about.

"I thought she'd be nice!"

The second girl looked at the first girl. "I still can't believe it."

"Believe what?" Dean questioned his brows shooting up in confusion.

"She took Danielle!"

"Who?"

The girls looked at one another.

"It's okay, you're safe, just, tell us. Who took your friend?"

"It was...Paris Hilton."

The three of them stared at the two girls.

"Sorry?"

"She looked really good, though."

"Skinny!"

"Skinny and fast."

"Mm."

"What—wait—huh?" Dean questioned getting even more confused at what the girls were talking about.

Rosa pursed her lips in thought as she listened to the girl. She made mental notes in her head as she listened.

"Uh, um...where did they go?" Sam questioned.

The first girl shook her head. "We don't know."

"They just vanished."

"Would you excuse us for just a minute?"

The three of them walked back to the doorway and spoke just above a whisper so neither of the girls could hear.

"Paris Hilton's not dead as far as we know, right?" Dean questioned looking at his brother.

"Pretty sure, no." Sam said, shaking his head.

"Which means it's not a—"

"Ghost. No."

"So, what? Paris Hilton is a homicidal maniac—"

"Or we missed something."

"What do you wanna do?"

Rosa raised her hand slightly. "How about Sam and I go to the morgue. I think I got a hunch and I want to check it out."

Dean looked over at Rosa. "You have a hunch?"

"It's been brewing for a little as I was looking through my lore books that I have… and when Sam said something back at the motel about Gandhi wanting to take a bite out of him which made this hunch grow even more."

Sam let out a breath. "Yeah let's go and check out your hunch."

SPNSPN

Sam and Rosa were dressed in blue scrubs. Sam looked through Cal's file reading through the notes. He frowned when he found something before showing it to Rosa.

Rosa moved and pulled out Cal's body from the freezer and picked up the scalpel to cut Cal's chest open. She pushed her gloved hand inside of the body.

A loud squelch was heard and Sam closed his eyes breathing out. He slowly opened his eyes seeing that Rosa was removing her hand, holding two small round things. Sam's brows raised. "What the hell?"

"Major blood loss and not in a way that a car crash or even that a ruddy headwound would do…" Rosa looked over at Sam.

"Meaning…"

"Something's feeding them… and these." She showed a few small seeds. "Were in his stomach… we might want to check the other one… see if they also have seeds."

Sam swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head in agreement.

SPNSPN

Sam and Rosa came out of the coroner's office and met up with Dean.

Sam shook his head and sighed. "I can't believe I missed it."

Dean stood up and walked with the two of them back to the Impala. "Missed what?"

"Went back over the other two vics. There was blood loss. Major."

"Oh, well, being a gory smear will do that to you."

"No, I—I mean more blood loss than a—a car crash or a head wound should cause, almost like it—"

"Something's feeding."

"Yeah."

"Awesome."

Rosa looked at Dean with her brow raised.

"And then…." Sam pulled out a plastic bag. "There were these."

Dean looked at the bag containing the two things that Rosa had found. Dean picked up the corner to inspect them closer. "What are those, seeds?"

"Yeah. They were in both vics' bellies."

Dean took his hand off the bag quickly. "I hope you washed your hands."

Rosa looked at the older brother. "Yes, Dean I washed my hands."

"They're unlike any seed I've ever seen before, Dean."

"Wow, just when I thought you couldn't get any geekier." Dean pat Sam on the shoulder and got into the car.

"I think I've seen them before… let's hit up my one book we have… I think…"

"What Rosa?"

"I think I saw it in the book." She said softly letting out a soft breath rubbing her mouth. "And if it is what I think it is… we won't like the answer."

Sam's brows shot up as he looked at her. "We won't?"

Rosa shook her head softly. "No we won't."

SPNSPN

Sam looked over the book that Rosa had lent him and he looked back at the seeds then back to the book.

Rosa bit her lip softly hoping that this would be the right way to belong with them and she wouldn't have to return home any time soon.

Dean was busy looking at his laptop ignoring his younger brother.

Sam grinned. "Yahtzee."

"What?"

"The seeds aren't from around here. In fact, they're not from any tree or plant in the country."

"Where are they from?"

"Eastern Europe. From a forest in the Balkans, which is not even there anymore. It was chopped down, like, thirty years ago."

"So?"

"So, local legend has it that the forest was guarded by a pagan god whose name was Leshi. Um, a mischievous god, could take on infinite forms—"

"And let me guess. He liked to munch on his fans."

Sam chuckled. "Yep. Could be appeased only with the blood from his worshippers. It would drain 'em, then stuff their stomachs with the seeds."

Dean got up to his feet and came over to his younger brother. "So how's he doing it? What, he touches James Dean's keychain and then morphs into James Dean?"

"Hm. It's as good a guess as any."

"Yeah, well, whatever. How do we kill him?"

"Chop off his head with an iron axe." Rosa said looking over at them.

Dean nodded his head looking over at Rosa. "Right. Let's go gank ourselves a Paris Hilton."

SPNSPN

The three of them entered the wax museum. Dean carried an axe, Sam and Rosa both had flashlights. They walked past the now hatless Abraham Lincoln wax model. They split up and searched separate rooms.

Sam came across a door with signs on it reading. "Sorry for the inconvenience, CLOSED FOR RENOVATIONS" and "DANGER DO NOT ENTER". He whistles and Dean and Rosa meet up with him.

They break the latch and open the door, pushing through the plastic sheet to find a room decorated like a clearing in the woods, with a path leading up the middle to a white house with a wax figure of a man in a suit standing on the front porch.

Sam noticed a young woman which he figured out who was Danielle, standing next to a tree tied by her wrists. "Hey." Sam ran over and checked her pulse.

"She alive?" Dean questioned looking over at Sam.

"Yeah. Barely."

The axe flew out of Dean's hand and embedded itself in a tree on the other side of the path causing Dean to spin around to find Paris Hilton with Rosa unconscious on the ground next to her.

She grinned and punched Dean multiple times in the face, sending him to the ground. She flips her hair as Sam lunged at her, but she shoved him and sent him flying across the room. He collided with the front wall of the house and falls to the ground, unconscious.

Dean shook his head and looked up seeing Leshi standing over him.

"Awesome." She raised her stiletto-clad foot and stomped on Dean's face.

SPNSPN

Leshi sits on a tree stump near the house with another tree stump serving as a table next to her. Laid on it are various knives; she picks up one and begins to file her nails, causing small sparks.

The three of them are tied to three trees side-by-side-by-side, in the same fashion as Danielle. They wake up one after another and struggle for a second before realizing where they were.

"Oh. I'm so glad you're awake for this. This is gonna be huge." Leshi said with a smile.

The three of them looked at one another.

"Super. Yeah, I wouldn't wanna miss it." Dean said as he pulled at his ropes discreetly.

"I mean, I've been stuffing myself with fast food lately. So it's nice to do the ritual right. Prepare a nice, slow meal for a change."

"Just like the good old days, huh?" Sam questioned as he looked at her.

"You have no idea. People adored me. They used to throw themselves at me, with smiles on their faces."

"Yeah, I guess these days nobody gives a flying crap about some backwoods forest god, huh?"

Leshi stopped filing her nails with a threatening glare. "No. Not since they cut down my forest and built a Yugo plant."

"March of progress, sister."

Leshi filed her nails a few more times. "For years now, I've been wandering. Hungry. Scared. Scrounging for scraps. So not sexy."

Dean made a face.

Rosa rolled her eyes. "Surprised no one has killed you yet if you were across the pond." Rosa said with a small smirk looking at Leshi.

Leshi ignored what Rosa had said. "But then, the best thing ever happened." She put the knife down. "Someone tripped the apocalypse. And I thought, what the hell, I'm tired of watching what I eat. I wanna pig out. So I found this little place. It's awesome. Adoring fans stroll right in the door."

"Yeah. But they're not your fans." Sam said looking over at her.

"So? They worship Lincoln, Gandhi, Hilton...whatever. I'll take what I can get."

"You know, I gotta tell you, you are not the first god we've met, but you are...the nuttiest." Dean said, rolling his eyes.

"No, you, you people, you're the crazy ones. You used to worship gods. But this?" Leshi indicated her Paris Hilton disguise. "This is what passes for idolatry? Celebrities? What have they got besides small dogs and spray tans?"

Sam frowned.

Dean raised his brows and nodded.

"You people used to have old-time religion. Now you have Us Weekly."

"I don't know, I'm more of a Penthouse Forum man myself." Dean winked and clicked his tongue at Leshi.

She got up and stalked over to him. "Maybe, but...there's still a lot of yummy meat on those bones, boy."

"Well I hate to break it to you, sister, but, uh...you can't eat me. See, I'm not a Paris Hilton BFF. I've never even seen House of Wax."

Sam looked over at Dean and frowned.

"No. But I can totally read your mind, Dean. I know who your hero is. Your daddy. Am I right?"

Dean didn't reply to what she had said.

She smirked and walked over to the tree with the axe embedded in it. When her back is turned Dean pulls at his ropes again. "And this belonged to him. Didn't it? Poor little Dean. All you ever wanted was to be loved by your idol. One distant father figure, coming right up." She went and touched the axe when Dean finally pulled his wrist free of the ropes.

Dean sprinted across the clearing and tackled Leshi to the floor.

Sam pulled desperately at his ropes as Leshi managed to kneel on top of Dean and punched him repeatedly in the face.

Rosa pulled herself free of the ropes as Sam was able to pull himself free and rushed across the clearing.

Dean finally got a punch in and threw Leshi off of him as Sam pulled the axe from the tree. Dean rolled out of the way which Rosa kneeled down next to him as Sam brought the axe down five times on Leshi's neck.

Her head rolled free from her body and Sam pants in exertion, his face covered in blood.

Dean looked up from where he was on the floor looking up at Sam when he turned and grinned. Dean held up a finger. "Not a word."

"Dude. You just got whaled on by Paris Hilton!"

Rosa let out a soft chuckle as she got up to her feet before laughing fully.

Dean's look soured hearing Rosa laughing. "Shut up." He said as he laid back grunting in pain holding his head.

SPNSPN

The three of them exited the Nite Owl Motel carrying their bags walking to the Impala.

Dean was on his cell phone. "Uh-huh. All right. Thank you." Dean hung up his phone. "Sheriff Carnegie. Danielle's gonna be alright. She's sworn off The Simple Life, but other than that—"

"Glad she's okay." Sam said looking over at his brother.

"It gets better. Sheriff's putting out an APB on Paris Hilton." Dean let out a chuckle. "That oughta be good." Dean took out his key and opened the trunk of his Impala.

The three of them put their bags inside of the car.

Rosa shook her head softly. "Seriously? That won't end well at all…"

Dean looked over at Sam. "Hey, listen, I was thinking about what you said yesterday. About me keeping too tight of a leash on you."

Sam looked over at him, his brow raised.

"Hell, maybe you're right. I mean, look, I'm not exactly Mister Innocent in this whole mess either, you know. I did break the first seal."

"You didn't know."

"Yeah, well, neither did you."

Sam looked down.

"I'm not saying demon blood was a great way to go, but, you did kill Lilith."

"And start the apocalypse."

"Which neither of us saw coming, I mean, who'd have thought killing Lilith would've been a bad thing?" Dean paused for a moment taking a breath. "Point is, I was so worried about watching your every move that I didn't see what it was actually doing to you." Dean took a breath again looking over at Sam. "So, for that I'm sorry."

"Thanks."

Dean closed the trunk and took the keys. "So where do we go from here?"

"The way I see it, we got one shot at surviving this."

"What's that?"

"Maybe I am on deck for the devil, maybe same with you and Michael, maybe there's no changing that."

"Well that's encouraging."

"But, we can stop wringing our hands over it. We gotta just grab onto whatever's in front of us, kick its ass, and go down fighting."

Dean considered what Sam had said and nodded his head. "I can get on board with that."

Sam nodded his head. "Okay. But we're gonna have to do it on the same level."

Dean grinned slightly. "You got it."

Sam nodded his head.

"I say we get the hell outta here."

"Hell yeah."

Rosa let out a soft chuckle as she opened the back door. She was thankful that the two of them were finally getting along again.

The brothers turned to go to their respective sides of the car, but Dean stopped suddenly and looked down at his keys. "Hey."

Sam turned around and then Dean held out his keys.

"You wanna drive?"

Sam looked down at the keys. "You sure?"

"Yeah, I could, uh...I could use a nap."

Sam smiled a little and Dean handed him the keys.

The three of them got into the car.

Sam started the car up and began to drive down the road.

Dean closed his eyes taking a soft breath.

Sam looked back at Rosa through the rearview mirror. "Rosa."

Rosa looked up looking up at Sam. "Yes, Sam?"

"Thank you."

Rosa raised her brow. "For what?" She asked as her cheeks colored a little bit.

"For thinking that Dean and I could mend things."

"Oh…"

"And for helping with the case. You're really smart with these things."

Rosa shyly looked down. "I had to learn from an early age… it was ingrained in me with all the lore…"

Sam smiled softly. "Well I still thank you."

"You're welcome Sam." She said softly with a small smile.

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This is the end of Chapter 4 of Where the Lonely Ones Roam. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I still haven't thought of a pairing for this series. So please let me know who you would like to see Rosa with. I hope to update soon with the next chapter soon. I just am having a slight bit of a case of being a bit slow with the updates, but it is my new year's resolution to get all the chapters out for what I have up on my page perhaps a bit more, but we shall see if I can keep to it or not. Reviews are my motivation. Until next time guys.