Department of Anthropology…

The Winchesters pulled up outside the local university and got out of the car. Angel took the box of bones out from the backseat and followed her brothers toward the building.

Angel put her jacket over the box so they didn't cause any attention, "Alright, well the skeletons in an unmarked grave thing are definitely screaming haunting to me."

"Pissed off spirits?" Dean asked, "Some unfinished business?"

"Probably."

"Question is, why bugs?" Sam asked, "And why now?"

"That's two questions." Dean pointed out but Sam actively ignored him, "Yeah, so with that kid back there… why'd you tell him to just ditch his family like that?"

"Just, uh…" Sam frowned looking everywhere but to Dean, "I know what the kid's going through."\

Dean's jaw tensed, "How about telling him to respect his old man, how's that for advice?"

Angel sighed heavily as they all came to a stop, her in the middle, "Here we go…"

"This isn't about his old man." Sam looked to Dean pointedly, "You think I didn't respect Dad. That's what this is about."

"Just forget it, alright?" Dean dismissed, trying to walk away, "Sorry I brought it up."

Sam's voice stopped him, "I respected him. But no matter what I did, it was never good enough."

"Sam… that's not true." Angel shook her head as sadness clouded her eyes, "Dad loves you. I mean, you're talking like he was disappointed in you or something."

"Was? Is." He scoffed at her, "Always has been."

Dean shook his head, "Why would you think that?"

"Because I didn't wanna bowhunt, hustle pool, or pick pockets. Because I wanted to go to school and live my life, which, to our whacked-out family, made me the freak."

"Yeah…" Dean smirked as he thought about it for a second, "You were kind of like the blonde chick in The Munsters."

"Okay, you shut up." She pointed to Dean before turning to Sam, "So you were a little different. You grew up in the hunting life since you were a baby. It's okay for you to strive for a little normalcy. Even Dad understands that. He's not and has never been disappointed in you, Sammy."

He centered his eyes to her, "Angel, you know what most dads are when their kids score a full ride? Proud. Most dads don't toss their kids out of the house." He raised a brow at her, "And i'm sure you didn't get a warm 'Welcome Home' when you came back after dropping me off."

She sighed, looking away from him sadly, "Sam…"

"I remember that fight." Dean caught his attention, "In fact, I seem to recall a few choice phrases coming out of your mouth."

Sam stared at him for a beat before looking off with a shake of his head, "You know, truth is, when we finally do find Dad… I don't know if he's even gonna wanna see me."

"Sam, Angels right. Dad was never disappointed in you. Never. He was scared."

Sam looked between them curiously, "What are you talking about?"

"He was afraid of what could've happened to you if he wasn't around. But even when you two weren't talking… he and Angel used to swing by Stanford whenever they could."

Sam's smirk fades as he looks at his sister.

Angel shared a look with Dean before nodding, "He just wanted to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe. We both did."

"What?"

"Yeah."

"Why didn't he tell me any of that?" He shook his head, "Why wouldn't you come say hi or something?"

She shared another look with Dean who explained, "Well, it's a two-way street, dude. You could've picked up the phone." Sam continued to stare at them sadly before Dean turned, "Come on, we're gonna be late for our appointment."

In the college classroom…

"So…" An older man with white hair looked between the three of them as he studied the box of bones, "You three are students?"

"Yeah." Sam nodded, "Yeah, uh, we're in your Anthro 101 class."

The professor nodded so Dean pressed, "So, what about the bones, Professor?"

"This is quite an interesting find you've made. I'd say they're 170 years old, give or take. The timeframe and the geography heavily suggest Native American."

"Native American?" Angel repeated with a brow raise, "Were there any tribes or reservations on that land?"

He shook his head, "Not according to the historical record. But the, uh, relocation of native peoples was quite common at that time."

"Right." Sam nodded, "Well, are there any local legends? Oral histories about the area?"

"Well… you know, there's a Euchee tribe in Sapulpa." He offered, "It's about sixty miles from here. Someone out there might know the truth."

"Alright." Dean smiled, "Thanks."

Road through Sapulpa…

The Winchesters drove through Sapulpa before stopping and asking a Native American man for directions. He directed them towards a diner before they thanked him and drove away. Once they entered the diner they found another Native American man playing cards at a table.

"Joe White Tree?" Sam asked and the man nodded, "We'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's alright."

"We're students from the university-"

"No, you're not." Joe quickly interrupted Dean, "You're lying."

Dean looked taken aback, "Um, well, truth is-"

"You know who starts sentences with 'truth is'?" Joe interrupted again, this time cutting his eyes to Dean. "Liars."

Dean exchanged a look with Sam as Angel moved to the front of them, "Have you heard of Oasis Plains? It's a housing development near the Atoka Valley."

Joe pointed to Angel but still addressed Dean, "I like her. She's not a liar." He turned to Angel as an angry look passed through Deans face, "I know the area."

"What can you tell us about the history there?"

"Something… Something bad is happening in Oasis Plains."

"We think it might have something to do with some old bones we found down there." Sam added, "Native American bones."

He looked pained as he nodded slowly, "I'll tell you what my grandfather told me, what his grandfather told him. Two hundred years ago, a band of my ancestors lived in that valley. One day, the American cavalry came to relocate them. They were resistant, the cavalry impatient. As my grandfather put it, on a night the moon and the sun shared the sky as equals, the cavalry first raided our village. They murdered, raped. The next day, the cavalry came again, and the next, and the next. And on the sixth night, the cavalry came one last time. And by the time the sun rose, every man, woman, and child still in the village was dead." He paused for a second as he let all of that sink in, "They say on the sixth night, as the chief of the village lay dying, he whispered to the heavens that no white man would ever tarnish this land again. Nature would rise up and protect the valley. And it would bring as many days of misery and death to the white man as the cavalry had brought upon his people."

"Insects." Dean nodded as he turned, "Sounds like nature to me." He looked back to Joe, "Six days?"

"And on the night of the sixth day, none would survive."

The Winchesters exchanged yet another grim look with one another. They thanked him before walking out towards the car.

"Okay, six days." Angel mused, "We need a timeline. Gas company guy was the first right? When did he die?"

"Uh, let's see…" Dean thought as he took out his keys, "We got here Tuesday, so, Friday the twentieth."

"March twentieth?" Sam asked, earning a nod, "That's the spring equinox."

Angel pursed her lips, "The night the sun and the moon share the sky as equals."

"So, every year about this time, anybody in Oasis Plains is in danger." Sam explained as realization came to him, "Larry built this neighborhood on cursed land."

"And on the sixth night…" Dean turned, "That's tonight."

"If we don't do something, Larry's family will be dead by sunrise." Sam looked between them, "So how do we break the curse?"

"You don't break curses, Sammy…" Angel looked to Dean, "You get out of their way."

Dean hurriedly got in the car, "We've gotta get those people out now."

Dean sped down the road as he talked on the phone with Larry, "Yes, Mr. Pike, there's a mainline gas leak in your neighborhood."

"God, really? And how big?"

"Well, it's fairly extensive. I don't want to alarm you, but we need your family out of the vicinity for at least twelve hours or so, just to be safe."

"And who is this, again?"

"Travis Weaver. I work for Oklahoma Gas and Power."

"Uh-huh. Well, the problem is, I know Travis. He's worked with us for a year, so who is this?"

"Uh…"

Panicked, Dean quickly hung up the phone.

Angel leaned forward from the front seat, "Okay, next plan. Any ideas?"

Sam motioned, "Give me the phone."

He took the phone from Dean and dialed a number. It took a few rings before Matt answered his cell.

"Hello?"

"Matt, it's Sam."

"Sam, my backyard is crawling with cockroaches."

"Matt, just listen." Sam hurried, "You have to get your family out of that house right now, okay?"

"What, why?"

"Because something's coming."

"More bugs?"

"Yeah, a lot more."

"My dad doesn't listen in the best of circumstances, what am I supposed to tell him?"

"You've gotta make him listen, okay?"

"Give me the phone, give me the phone." Dean grabbed the phone from Sam, "Matt, under no circumstances are you to tell the truth, they'll just think you're nuts."

"But he's my-"

"Tell him you have a sharp pain in your right side and you've gotta go to the hospital." Dean quickly recited the symptoms of appendicitis, "Okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, okay."

Dean hung up and sent his brother a 'are you serious' look, "Make him listen? What are you thinking?"

A while later, they pulled up outside Larry's house. Larry looked out the window and, seeing their car, went outside. Matt hurriedly followed him

Upon seeing him, Dean angered, "Damn it, they're still here." He rushed Angel and Sam as he got out of the car, "Come on."

"Get off my property before I call the cops!"

Angel put a hand out to him, keeping her voice calm, "Mr. Pike, listen-"

"Dad, they're just trying to help."

Larry wheeled around to him, "Get in the house!"

"I'm sorry." Matt frowned as he looked to the Winchesters, "I told him the truth."

"We had a plan, Matt." Dean said exasperatedly, "What happened to the plan?"

"Look, it's 12:00am." Sam said calmly, earning Larry's attention, "They are coming any minute now. You need to get your family and go, before it's too late."

Larry scoffed as he looked at them like they were crazy, "Yeah, you mean before the biblical swarm."

"Larry, just stop being an ass and listen for a second, okay?" Angel snapped, really not wanting to be present once the hoard of angry killer bugs get there, "What do you think really happened Lynda, hm? And- and the guy at the gas company? All these weird unexplainable deaths involving bugs don't seem a tad bit weird to you?"

"Look, I don't know who you three are, but you're all crazy." His voice rose as he swung his finger around, "You come near my boy or my family again, and we're gonna have a problem."

Dean kept his eye, "Well, I hate to be a downer, but we've got a problem right now."

"Dad, they're right, okay?" Matt pleaded, "We're in danger."

"Matt, get inside! Now!"

"No! Why won't you listen to me?!"

"Because this is crazy! It doesn't make any sense!"

"This land is cursed!" Sam yelled over them, "People have died here. Now, are you gonna really take that risk with your family?"

"Shh! Shut up! Everyone be quiet!" Angel hushed everyone as a noise in the distance immediately had her hair standing on edge, "Do you hear that?"

From somewhere earby, a very loud buzzing noise could be heard. And it only grew louder and louder as the seconds ticked by.

Larry looked around into the dark distance, "What the hell?"

The fluorescent bug light on the porch began to overheat, killing several bugs at a time.

"All right, it's time to go." Dean motioned to Larry who turned towards his front door, "Larry, get your wife."

Matt pointed, "Guys."

All of them looked up to the sky as millions of bugs began flying towards the house, blanketing the sky.

Larry paled, "Oh my God."

Angel's breath started coming quiver and quicker, "We'll never make it out of here in time."

"Everybody in the house." Dean kicked into hyper drive and pushed everyone inside, "Everybody in the house, go!"

Theyall rushed inside the house and Angel slammed the door behind them, locking it for good measure. She leaned up against it as she tried not to hyperventilate at the thought of millions of bugs catapulting towards the.

Sam turned to Larry, "Okay, is there anybody else in the neighborhood?"

"No, it's just us."

"Honey, what's happening?" Joanie looked around at everyone a little freaked out, "What's that noise?"

"Call 911." He instructed, panicking when she didn't move, "Joanie!"

She jumped but hurried over to the landline, "Okay."

"Towels." Dean said hurriedly, "I need towels."

Larry pointed, "Uh, in the closet."

Sam hurried to Matt, "Okay, we've gotta lock this place up, come on: doors, windows, fireplace, everything, okay?"

Joanie shook her head, "Phones are dead."

Dean hurried to the front door where Angel was hyperventilating, "They must have chewed through the phone lines."

At that statement Angel's pounding chest became an even greater feeling. Her breathing was coming in short bursts as she dropped to her knees. Tears fell down her face but she wasn't even aware she was crying. The ever impending doom of being eaten alive by bugs was the only thing on her mind. She could handle a lot of things, demons and monsters alike, but this and tight dark spaces were things she actively avoided.

"Angel, Angel look at me." Dean grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to make eye contact, "You gotta calm down okay? I need you at one hundred right now."

Larry's voice earned a death glare from Dean, "What the hells wrong with her?"

"Nothing." He snapped, "She's just, got a thing with bugs." He turned back to his sister and wiped the tears off her face, "C'mon you can face this. I've seen you go head to head with freakin werewolves and wendigos for crying out loud. You're strong enough to face this. We gotta help this family."

"Okay… okay, im fine." She sniffled a little, the panic still ever present as she began helping Dean put the towels at the base of the front door, "I can do this. I can-"

The power instantly went out, darkening the whole room and nearly sending her back into panic mode.

Angel shut her eyes tightly and tried not let the swarming sounds around them affect her, "Shit, shit, shit."

"I need my cell." Larry flailed around for a second before finally finding it and picking it up, "No signal."

"You won't get one." Dean said as he and Angel moved to the middle of the room once Sam and Matt came downstairs, "They're blanketing the house."

Millions of bugs began collecting on the doors and windows, covering the entire building. The six of them watched in disgust, waiting for something to happen.

Larry looked to the boys, "So what do we do now?"

"We try to outlast it." Sam answered, sending a worried look to his pale wide eyed sister, "Hopefully, the curse will end at sunrise."

"Hopefully?"

In the kitchen, Dean searched the cabinets frantically. He found a can of bug spray and quickly returned to the living room.

Joanie eyed the can, "Bug spray?"

"Trust me."

A creaking noise sounded from somewhere around the fireplace earning all of their attention.

Matt's voice was panicked, "What is that?"

Angels breathing sped up yet again as she watched her brothers walk toward the chimney.

Sam looked it over as the creaking got louder and louder, "The flue."

Dean backed up, "Alright, I think everybody needs to get upstairs."

Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of bugs swarmed into the living room, swarming all around them. They screamed and swatted at them as they tried to protect themselves. Dean used a lighter with the can of bug spray to make it flare up. The flame warded some of the bugs away.

"Alright, everybody upstairs! Now! Go, go, go!"

They all sprinted to the attic, Dean right behind them. Once inside, Sam slammed the door shut. After a few seconds of being up there, the buzzing of prowling insects ever present, sawdust began to fall from the ceiling. The buzzing of bees seemed to grow louder and louder.

"Oh, God." Joanie whimpered as she pointed to the falling sawdust, "What's that?"

Angel's eyes widened, "Something's eating through the wood."

Matt looked at them, "Termites."

"Alright, everybody get back." Dean instructed the Pike family, "Get back, get back, get back!"

The three Pikes moved as far into the corner of the attic as they could as Angel frantically searched around the attic.

"We need to find something to cover-"

A second later, the bugs chewed a hole through the ceiling and swarmed around the room. The Winchesters frantically tried to patch up the hole in the ceiling with a metal, but it only worked for a second. At two other places in the attic ceiling the termites chewed even bigger holes. Dean tried to ward them off with the fire but nothing seemed to work. Sam grabbed him and Angel and brought them over into a huddle with the Pikes. Dean and Sam tried to cover the group with their jackets as they swatted the bugs away.

Then, suddenly, the sun rose and miraculously, the bugs started to leave through the holes in the ceiling. Confused, the Winchesters walked over to see what happened. Through the hole, they saw the bugs in the sky, near the sun, in one enormous colony flying away. Angel sighed in relief at that earning a side hug from Sam who smiled.