Episode 2

I own nothing. Just having fun with some of the characters.

Sam is 17 Dean is 21

As always, I apologise for any mistakes or information which is not 100% correct, I'm new to writing so I promise I'll get better as I go on. I'm not American, I'm Australian so we do things a little differently but I'll try to keep it as American as possible. I really struggled with this story, i had no motivation to write so i apologise. This isn't my best work.

Acknowledgement:

For this story I'd especially like to acknowledge the Dreamtime stories and those who told them. I mean no disrespect for altering the Dreamtime story to fit the story i wrote. If you'd like more information on the true legends and stories i do strongly suggest researching it, i tried to do so but couldn't find much on this particular one that's why I had to get creative and add my own few bits into it.

Thank you for reading, if you review please be kind :) constructive criticism is always fantastic. I struggled with this chapter my motivation and imagination was lacking.

Episode 2

When you Should Be Afraid Of The Dark

Almost two whole weeks had passed since the hunt in Wisconsin where Sam had almost became the latest victim of a supernatural being. The boys were now in Iowa after John had received word from Bobby about a likely werewolf attack, not often in the world of supernatural did things actually turn out to be an animal attack but this was exactly what that was, just an animal attack.

John thought it would be best for the brothers to stay put for the time being just in case a potential hunt were to arise. School had wrapped up for the Summer and the two brothers now had the motel room to themselves, completely unsupervised. John had teamed up with Caleb for a hunt a few states over in Nebraska. John would have taken the boys with him but he figured it was best they stay put for two reasons. One being that if a case of any sort did pop up during that time, he would well and truly have enough faith in the boys to be able to handle the situation. The other reason being he thought it would be good for them to take on more hunts together as a duo without him there. This would really test their abilities. The more confident they became in their hunts would mean John would be more confident in taking trips away from extended periods of time.

Sam and Dean sat in the hotel room. Absolutely bored out of their minds.Dean sat at the only table in the room which resembled a small circular shape. Four chairs tucked around it, except for the one Dean had sat in. He had spent the morning searching the local papers for something, anything. He hadn't hunted in almost 2 weeks now. He craved the thrill a hunt would bring, adrenaline pulsing through his veins. The pride in wasting another threat to the world. Hunting felt good. It was his therapy.

Dean had read the same three papers for the fifth time now. He turned the last page over and folded the news paper in half twice before slamming it down onto the table. He leaned back in his chair, feet now one over the other as they rested on the table. Dean's chair now leaning on its two back legs. Picking up one of the unfolded newspapers he started tearing it into strips which he then rolled up into little balls. Flicking them at his brother who sat on the couch near by, Sam's head in yet another book. Mythical Creatures. Of course marked mythical. A myth. That's what everyone knew them to be. Except they weren't. These creatures were very much in fact real.

'So, what you wanna do today Sammy? You know I hear they got a pretty cool arcade in town. We could go and check that out if you wanted to?' Dean smiled at his brother, knowing that his comment would get on Sam's nerves.

Sam looked over his shoulder and shot a glare at his older brother. Great he thought. Dean was now so bored he had now resorted to making Sam the target of his entertainment.

'You know Dean, you could pick up a book once in a while and read something, just because we're not hunting anything doesn't mean it's gonna hurt to learn something.'

'I read, I pick up books...see...' Dean lifted one of the intact newspapers from in front of him. He paused, waiting for Sams response. Sam looked at his brother with raised eyebrows and shook his head in disbelief.

'That's not exactly a book Dean, and porn doesn't count either.' Sam educated his brother.

'Does so...' Dean replied quietly under his breath as he rolled his eyes and mimicked Sam's words when his brother returned back to his reading. Mere seconds had passed and Dean had started throwing his little balls of newspaper back at his brother again. Now frustrated, Sam folded the top corner of his page down as a reference to where he was. Slamming the cover shut and tossing it beside him on the sofa. He turned around to face his brother again.

'You done?' Sam asked, his voice blunt as he tried to hide his levels of frustration rising.

Deans response was to flick another paper ball at his brother, hitting him in the shoulder.

'Really?! Cut it out!' Sam demanded, now obviously annoyed.

Once again Deans response was to flick another paper ball. This time hitting Sam right between the eyes.

'Thats it, I've had it up to here with your crap Dean.' Sam was now standing his hand level at his eyes as a frustration indicator.

Dean's response was to flick another paper ball at his brother. Only this time Sam had moved. Sam had moved quickly and was coming for his brother. Oh crap thought Dean as he stood up ready to defend himself. But hey, at least this would help with his boredom.

Sam was now entering Deans personal space as his arm swung back ready to hit the object in front of him. That object being Deans jaw. As he launched his right arm back Deans mind turned everything into slow motion. He could see Sam's arm ready and moving forward to attack. Dean gripped onto his brothers wrist, clasping his fingers around before there was a chance of impact onto the older Winchester's face. As he did so he twisted Sam's arm down and back as he made his way around to the back of Sam. Sams arm now forced tightly up against his own back stuck in an awkward angle. For extra precaution Dean wrapped his free arm around his younger brothers throat to assert his dominance in the fight. Dean now had Sam. There was no way Sam would be getting out of this one. Dean had won this round. Or so he thought. Standing proud Dean felt the weight of his brother crashing back onto him as Sam went limp.

Dean now panicking. Oh crap he thought. Had his grip around his brothers throat been too tight? Surely not. Sam would have called out if that were the case or made some sort of noise. What had gone wrong. Dean could feel himself falling back onto the ground as his brothers weight crashed him down. His grips now loosened. Sam now shooting upright to gain the upper hand. He pinned his brother flat on the floor his hands pinning down his brothers arms. Deans face filled with confusion.

'The hell was that?! Get off me!' Dean now practically pushing his brother off him.

'Haha, guess you weren't counting on that, it's one of the bodies defence mechanisms. Sometimes when the body feels scared or threatened the body will shut itself down it's called vasovagal syncope. It happens when the part of your nervous system that controls your heart rate and blood pressure overreacts to an emotional trigger, see the things you can learn about in books Dean? It can happen when someone is attacked from behind. They get scared more than their body can deal with and they pass out. It makes a good defence move for those who are actually able to remain conscious. Plus it's usually unexpected to the attacker when in a fight. They usually expect their victim to turn around and fight them off instead of falling back.' Sam now pleased with himself, his frustrations towards his brother now diminishing.

'That doesn't work...' Dean replied with a sulk.

'Worked on you didn't it' laughed Sam.

'Whatever, I'm hungry. You wanna go get some lunch?' Dean asked his brother as he collected his car keys and wallet from the table.

'You're buying seeing as I won that round' Sam told his brother.

'I wouldn't call that a win Sammy, you just pretended to faint. Therefor I win because that was a girls move.' Dean wasn't going to let this go. He didn't lose, not to his brother.

'Yeh okay Dean, whatever helps get you through the day.' A smile remained on Sams face as both brothers exited the hotel room and made their way to the Impala.

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Reggies All American Steakhouse the sign above the double entrance door read. A small cartoon character wearing a large brown cowboy hat stood by the letters of the restaurant's name. Dean thought the character had a lot of similarities to Yosemite Sam. Most of the food they consumed was from take away shops. Sure they tasted some great food along the way but nothing was better than a home cooked meal that someone had take the time to prepare. Those were the things you couldn't get on the road. Those were the things the brothers were missing it on.

The steak house was full. Sam and Dean were seated at a table near the back exit doors as per their request. The sounds of chatter filled the restaurant. A couple near by speaking about their mortgage payments, another elderly married couple were out celebrating their anniversary. All the same old boring chit chat. Thats when dean picked up on it. Seated not far from the brothers were a group of teenagers similar aged to Sam. Trying not to make their interest too obvious. They listened closely without facing the group.

'It's eyes were huge! Did you see how they glowed in the dark?!' One of the girls recalled not realising her voice had risen for the people around her to hear.

The boy next to her spoke softer now realising the attention his friend had attracted.

'Yeh but what's weirder was all those stone knives he had on his arms.'

'He? We don't even know what 'it' was. Let alone what gender it was.' Another boy spoke in a whisper loud enough for the brothers to hear. The group proceeded to recall the events of this being as the brothers continued to listen in before once again making eye contact with each other.

'You know what this means right?' Dean asked Sam as the excitement of a probable case had arisen.

Sam nodded his head acknowledging he understood where this was going.

'Well, you're about their age. Go talk to em.' Dean said to his brother kicking him under the table as if to try and encourage him to get up.

'Okay fine, just don't kick me again.' Sam displaying annoyance in his voice. Why couldn't this just be a normal day with a normal lunch. He was beginning to enjoy this short break from hunting. Sam stood up from his chair ready to make his way over to the table of teenagers as he passed Dean.

'Oh, hey, Sam?' Dean's voice was now lowered.

'See if you can get the blondes number' Dean asked with a wink.

Sam shook his head and once again began making his way over to the table.

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'Uh hey guys, sorry to disturb you but my brother and I couldn't help but overhear what you were talking about just now and funny enough we've got a uncle in town who claimed to have seen something similar' sam lied.

'I was just wondering if you could tell me what you saw and where so that we could pass that information onto my uncle Joe. He's sort of obsessed with this sort of stuff, you know, believes in big foot, swears he's been abducted a few times just to name a few.'

Sam now becoming uncomfortable unsure if they'd accept his story or even share what they knew with him. He knew how brutal teenagers could be. He waited as the 4 teenagers seated in front of him stared at him.

The blonde girl of the group was first to break the silence. Her skin a neutral pink tone with deep blue eyes. She wore a pair of blue washed high waisted jeans and a pink t-shirt. She looked at Sam then back at his brother. Dean forcing a small wave towards the girl. Her eye contact now back at Sam. Sam could tell she looked uncomfortable. But she broke her silence.

'Uh..yeh sure, well a few nights ago us and a few others went camping down at Westerson Lake. There's this huge camping ground. Its a real great place to go you know, no adults or children really go there, mainly people our age. Jake over here brought a few beers down so we could really enjoy ourselves. You don't have to worry about the cops down there. But anyway, once the sun went down things started getting weird. At first we saw these two huge burning bright circular lights in the distance. We thought maybe it was just a car or some other kids messing around with flares or a torch or something, but then after a few hours it was still there only this time it was making these weird noises...a bit like a...'

'A low humming noise for sure followed by a clinking like hitting two rocks together or something like that least.' The boy who was referred to as Jake spoke. Sam glancing over at the boy as Jake continued to tell the story.

'We started getting freaked out by that point and that thing started getting closer so we thought it was time to go. Then...that, that thing got even closer and closer and that's when we all got a good look at it. It was tall like really tall, I'd say 6ft 5 at least. It was completely black like his whole body just pitched black except for some weird markings on its skin, sort like they were painted on in paint. The symbol was sort of done in like dots, but it was a black circle the outer part in yellow then the inner circle was yellow and in that yellow circle was a white dot. He had these huge teeth but i have to say, I think one of the weirdest parts were the weapons he had on his arms. He was carrying like maybe 5 or 6 knives, but they were made from stone or something and his knees too.' Jake now looking more distraught than he had previously.

'He carried knives on his knees too?' Sam asked wondering if that had been correct.

'No man, his knees were like made of stone, we were in the car by that point driving away as he came after us with his knives.' Jake rapped up the conversation.

Sam now having all the information he needed. He thanked the group and made his way back over to Dean before forcefully pulling his brother up to exit the restaurant. Not understanding why it was time to leave so urgently a look of concern filled his face. But not concern for the hunt, concern for his stomach. He wasn't ready to leave. He wanted to eat.

'So what'd you get that's so important that we had to leave early?' Dean demanded to know.

'I'll tell you on the way to the motel, we've got research to do.'

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Once again, take away was on the menu. Dean had ordered the double beef and bacon cheese burger with an extra large serving of fries, while Sam ordered a garden salad with a grilled chicken topper. Once back at the motel the brothers had started the research. With books open the brothers worked tirelessly trying to find the answers while eating their lunch. After what seemed like hours Sam had come to something that looked to be of use.

'Hey check this out' Sam said as he turned the large book around to face Dean. Dean looked down at the images in front of him paying closest attention to the one Sam had pointed to.

'You gotta explain it to me a little more than that man.' Dean looking down at the book cluelessly.

'It's Aboriginal art symbols, so some of the words are represented through drawings like rainbow for example, see how these four lines bend and look like a rainbow? Or smoke, see how the lines wave to symbolise smoke? Well i think the symbol that Jake told me about is this one here, which means sacred place. So now that we know where this originates from we could look into Aboriginal dream time stories and hopefully find our answer there.' Sam was now confident they were now onto something.

'Okay, so library it is then.' Dean stood up from his chair gathering his belongings. Sam followed closely behind.

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Sam sat down at a empty table. Four books lay opened. This was going to be a lot of work. Not only did they have to figure out the monster they were hunting but also how to kill it. He could feel himself getting tired and for a second thought about what his Dad was doing and hoped that he as okay. The two didn't always get along but at the end of the day they were family and it was important that they looked out for each other.

'Haha! YES! BINGO!' His fist shooting towards the air in triumph. Dean yelled out to his brother. But he shouldn't have. In fact he shouldn't have yelled from the beginning. Several people were now turned around, some shaking their heads. A very short and very large woman slowly waddled her way past Sam. Sam knew who she was and where this was going. It was the librarian.This he had to see, he sat back in his chair wishing he had popcorn.

'Excuse me! I don't know where you think you are but this, this is a library and in this library we respect others and keep our voices down to an appropriate level!' The librarians face was now a eep shade of red as she expelled her anger at Dean.

Not taking well to her anger Dean knew exactly how to respond.

'Oh, sugar don't you just look adorable when you get all worked up like that, I'll tell you what, how about you and me after your shift go out for a drink, i know a good place in town.' Dean replied to the woman ending his sentence with a wink and a grin.

Sam knew his brother was cocky, but he was not expecting that to come up of him. Before he knew it the librarian had dean by the ear as she roughly escorted him out towards the exit. Dean slipping the book directly in front of Sam as they passed him, opened to the page that he would need. Sam began to read as he could hear the cries of his brother being escorted out.

'Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow' cried out Dean, his head on an awkward angle from the librarians low height. They had reached the exit doors as the librarian practically threw him out.

'You could have at least said no!' Dean called out to her as she shut the doors.

Sam now sat in silence in the library, heavily invested in the book in front of him. Until he reached a paragraph about something called a Malingee. Also known as a spirit of the night who travels in the dark seeking its way home.They are a nocturnal species with large glowing eyes, they despise humans and usually avoid them at all costs. If they do happen to come across a human though they wont hesitate to kill. Their skills with knives are infamous. When the Malingee walks his knees clap together his face is said to be an awful sight, with burning eyes that make him appear to be a devil. Great thought Sam, now we know what it is how do we kill it. Sam continued reading. It wasn't going to be easy. In order to kill this spirit they were going to need to use the Malingee's weapons that it carried on its arms. Sam closed the books infront of him and made his way towards the library exit to find his brother.

Sam filled in Dean about the information he'd gathered. Yes the group of teenagers had gotten away but it was likely that this monster had killed in the past, likely being mistaken for a human with a deadly weapon. Dean had a rule he stuck by though. If it was a monster it needed to be wasted. His Dad would agree with him, not so much Sam though. Dean sometimes felt like he was the glue that held together the family. His Dad and Sam were always arguing about something it felt. Dean always in the middle. Feeling torn between the two. He didn't pick sides but he loved both his brother and father. His father was his role model from as early as he could remember. He dressed like this Dad, listened to the same music as his Dad he even spoke like him. There were days he couldn't wait to grow up so he could live his life exactly the way his Dad did. But he also had Sammy. He was his big brother. Since as long as he could remember he had taken on the responsibility himself to take care for him. If Sam was being picked on at school Dean would be there by his side, if Sam was sick Dean would be there to make it better as best as he could and if Sam was being haunted by a ghost then Dean was going to help him through that too as he had done. Sam was his responsibility, his weak spot and by his side is where he would always be till the day he died. John being away on a hunt meant that Sam and Dean were able to take charge and things the way they wanted to without the pressure from their Dad.

Back at the motel room the two brothers prepared for the night ahead. Unfortunately they wouldn't be staying in the motel tonight but instead camping. Dean hated camping with a passion. Sam didn't mind it too much, probably because it was what normal families would do. Dean filled his duffle bag with clothes and weapons. Weapons which were rendered useless against this monster but still packed them anyway knowing that they could still possibly come in handy. After all it was better to be prepared with something extra than nothing at all.

'I'm sorry man, I know you wanted to have a somewhat normal summer this year.' Dean said to his brother.

'Yeh, well you and I both knew that that was never going to happen.' Sam sighed a sigh of defeat. He didn't mind helping with the hunt because it was what helped keep his family safe. It kept his brother safe. Dean was always looking out for him so this was the least Sam could do for him. He wanted to leave this life behind but couldn't help but think of his family and how desperately they needed him.

'Hey listen, after this hunt I promise we'll do something normal, something that wont try and get you killed okay.' Dean smiled at his brother referring to the time Sam had been haunted a couple of weeks ago.

'Yeh, thanks.' Sam shook his head ready to take on the night ahead not in the mood to be joking around. He was sick of this cycle. He was sick of his Dad throwing them into hunts, hunts he was never around for. Why did he have to live this life? Why did Dean have to refer to a weekend activity as something 'normal'. Anger began to boil up within him as Sam repressed how he felt trying to focus on the hunt.

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The drive over was unusually silent. Dean spoke first to break the silence.

'You nervous?'

'No, I'm fine. Just want to get this over and done with before it kills anyone I guess.' Sam replied defensively. He did feel fine other than a little stressed and unfocused. He knew Dean was there if he needed to talk about the way he felt but he didn't need Dean being more worried about him, or a burden on his family. He'd already broken down to his brother during the last hunt apparently though being so drunk he didn't really remember it.

Dean left the conversation at that and proceeded to focus on the road ahead.

As the brothers reached the camp site the sun had yet to rest. Which meant Sam and Dean had time to investigate the area before the hunt began. The camp site was silent apart from a few birds rustling their feathers in the trees, faint squawking from across the lake could be heard had one paid close enough attention.

The lake was surrounded by a large thick covering of trees. Large boulder type rocks leading into forrest land rested to the left of the lake. Scattered patches of grass separated by dirt and small rounded pebbles spread throughly on the ground below. The night air was beginning to kick in, though a warm summers day a cooling breeze brushed across the surface of the lake sending ripples through out to gather at the sides where the two brothers stood looking out onto the body of water before them.

'Alright, lets check out this joint.' Dean looked over at his brother before walking over the large rocks on the lakes side. Sam remained standing at the lake as the remainder of the day light faded into black. Sam continued staring at the darkened lake. No thoughts entering his mind. He had zoned out for a minute. This wasn't like him. Snapping out of it Sam looked around wondering how long he had been dead to the world as he made his way over to his brother.

'Hey, check this out.' Dean shone his torch onto the rocks that met a little further into the trees. There were markings covered on the rocks, the same ones Jake had described as well as several others that Sam had identified in the book of Aboriginal languages and symbols.

Sam raised his hands to touch the symbols that had been painted on the rocks. Some of which had been carved in. His fingers running over the indentations. As he did so a clanking noise was heard through the trees.

'You hear that?' Sam asked his brother his senses now on high alert as he quickly assessed his surroundings. Dean withdrew his weapon. Knowing it wasn't going to achieve much had he decided to use it.

'Over there!' Dean pointed out by the lake not far from where the Impala had parked. Two large glowing eyes moving slowly towards the brothers as they did so the now familiar clanking noise accompanied the strides. Dean took the lead and stood in front of his brother as if to shield him.

'What are you doing? You know I can fight right?' Sam argued defensively at his brother.

'Yeh well I'm better at it and I'm the oldest so what I say goes.' Dean shot back at Sam. He knew Sam was capable of hunting but he knew Sam wasn't up for this fight, after what had happened a few weeks ago and just seeing his brother now he knew something was still going on. He just didn't know what. But he couldn't say that to his brother. Sam had to have his head in the fight his judgement could be clouded.

Sam threw up his arms in defeat. He stood firmly behind his brother at the ready in case Dean needed him. The monster made its way closer to the brothers it's knife in hand. Dean moved slowly, his arms out by his side slowly moving sideways nearing the impala and closer to the monster. Without warning the monster leapt onto Dean. Pinning him to the ground. The monsters knife now at Deans throat. Ready to end the older Winchester's life. Sam stood by closely preparing to intervene. Dean had told him to stay back but he had to help. The stone blade now held up close to Deans neck. Pushing firmly into his skin, blood started to trickle down.

He wanted to move, he should have by now. His head was foggy. He was not up to his game. Since the last hunt he had been on edge. His stress levels at an all time high. He had to act now and act he did.

Sam moved quickly before any further damage could be done. He forcefully raised his right leg kicking the monster in the face. Its head pushing back as its eyes met the sky and its body fell back. Dean took the opportunity to roll out of the way now that he was free. Now on his two feet again he looked at his brother as they exchanged a nod assuring one another they were both okay.

The monster of the night now also on its feet, ready to attack again. Sam launched at the monster quickly sliding on the dirt skidding below its arm as the monster went in for the kill. The monster turned around, knife in hand. Forgetting for just a moment about Dean. Dean knew what his brothers next move would be as Sam turned around running to tackle the monsters legs which would surely bring it down. As Sam made impact Dean gripped the stone blade tightly. The force Sam had behind him pulling the monster down as it unknowingly released its grip from the weapon.

The monster was now furious. It opened its mouth as a loud screeching noise echoed throughout the camp grounds. Sam still on top of it, now pinning it now. But not for long, the monster gripped Sam's arms throwing him off and onto the ground. Dean knew he had to act fast. Before the monster could once again stand Dean was on top of it. The stone blade in hand, has arms raising above his head with the weapon gripped firmly in his grasp. He looked into the eyes of the monster below him as he forcefully pushed its weapons into its chest. The large bulbous eyes now fading into a nothing but darkness. Its body following the same suit before there was no longer anything in front of Dean.

The spirit of the night was dead. This was one spirit he didn't have to locate the remains for to salt and burn. This wasn't a usual spirit hunt. He had killed the spirit and in the process gained the knowledge that not all spirits had to be destroyed the same.

Dean looked around, eyes searching for his brother. Sam now sitting up looking dazed.

'You all good?' Dean asked his brother.

'Yeh, where is it?' Sam glanced around trying to locate the monster.

'Dead, told you I was better at it.' Dean said with a smile as he helped his brother to his feet.

'Yeh, if I hadn't been there you wouldn't have made it out of here alive Dean!'

'I totally would have' Dean now retreating his keys from his pocket.

'I swear to God if that friggin monster scratched my car I'm gonna be pissed!' Deans voice now raised as he did a once over of his pride and joy.

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Driving back to the motel would have been silent, but Dean was in the mood to celebrate. He needed that hunt. Adrenaline was pulsing through his veins. The radio blaring to an almost deafening volume as Dean excitedly sang along. Sam rested his head on the passenger side window. His once minor headache now showing no signs of getting better slowly starting to increase. His brow frowning as the music pounded loudly rattling the windows. Dean noticing Sams lack of protesting glanced over at his brother.

'You okay?' Dean asked his brother. His brow frowning assessing Sam to the best of his ability before once again focusing on the road.

'Yeh, just a headache. I think that spirit threw me harder than I thought.' Sam was now rubbing the side of his head.

Dean reached out and put his hand up against his brothers head. Protesting Sam tried pushing his brothers hand away not. Not expecting such resilience Dean looked over at his brother in disapproval.

'Sam, I'm just trying to..'

"DEAN LOOK OUT!'

TBC