A/N: Whew! Jeez I'm whipping these out pretty darn fast. Writing this story is just so much fun I can't stop!

So here we go, Chapter 2!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN SAM OR DEAN WINCHESTER, THEY BELONG TO THE WRITERS OF SUPERNATURAL. THE OCs, HOWEVER DO BELONG TO ME.

ANY COINCIDENCE WITH NAMES OR PERSONS IS COMPLETELY ACCIDENTAL THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

The Stanton Residence

4:37 p.m.

The impala pulled up to the house, parking a along the sidewalk. Dean put it in park and patted the steering wheel slightly. She had just recently been fixed up the accident and he was loving how pristine she looked. Sam glanced over at his brother and rolled his eyes slightly before opening the car door.

Dean followed shortly afterward, and the two made their way to the front door. Sam knocked, waiting a few moments before the door opened to reveal a young man who frankly looked like he hadn't slept in days.

"Who are you? What do you want?" he asked shakily, glancing at them both and looking petrified.

"Are you Andrew Stanton?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"We're reporters for a local magazine and we were wondering if we could hear about what you saw when your friends went missing." Sam replied.

Andrew shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you. You'd just laugh like every one else."

"Try us." Sam said, giving the kid a reassuring look.

The kid thought for a moment before opening up the door to let them in. A woman poked her head in from the kitchen. "Andy? Who was at the door?"

"Don't worry, mom, they're just reporters, it won't take long."

"Alright.." she didn't sound happy, but she disappeared back into the kitchen and left them alone.

"So what happened that night?" Sam asked when they were all finally seated in the living room.

"I was hanging out with this group of girls...they're more like just acquaintances to me, I barely knew them. It's just...I was dared to hang out with them for the day. My buddies don't like them much. They said they're- uh...that they were too goody-goody." he corrected himself. "I was supposed to get them to do something bad, I guess, so I took them to the old asylum. Y'know, for a good scare."

"Then what?" Dean asked, looking annoyed at the kid. If it wasn't for him, these people would still be alive. Why couldn't people just leave well enough alone?

"Well we went in and Angela got real scared. Said she didn't want to be there anymore. She turned and ran back before we could stop her and we didn't want to split up. I swear, I thought she got out, I didn't know-"

"It's okay." Sam assured. "What happened after that?"

"Laura wanted to go back and Isabel saw a sign for the stairs at the end of the hall and she...she just went for it. She started walking real fast and we followed her then...it happened." Andrew's eyes looked a million miles away and filled with fear. "This guy...he just appears out of thin air and he takes this axe...and..."

Andrew looked close to tears.

"He cut her head off." he said quietly.

Sam raised his eyebrows. He had read in the article that Andrew saw the girl get killed with an axe, but he didn't mention she had been beheaded. That added a whole new spectrum to the case.

"Now this guy. Did he seem to flicker like a mirage or something?" Dean asked, looking more or less intrigued.

"Yeah...how'd you know?" Andrew finally came back to the present.

"We write about this kind of thing...it's what our magazine's about." Sam clarified.

"Oh."

"Was there anything else? Cold spots, voices, black goo?" Dean pried.

"Uh...yeah I think so. The room was really cold. But I didn't see any black goo. As for voices..." he shook his head. "Laura and I were too busy screaming to hear anything."

Sam nodded and continued, "After the incident...how did you escape?"

"I ran like hell. Never ran so fast in my life. Laura was right behind me, I could hear her, but for some reason when I finally got out...she was gone."

"She just disappeared?" Dean asked skeptically.

"Yeah. She should have been behind me."

"Okay, that should be enough for our article. Thank you for your time." Sam said, standing up.

"Uh, no problem."

Dean stood, giving Andrew a look as Sam started for the door.

"Hey kid. Stay out of trouble." he warned.

"I will, believe me. I'm not going within fifty feet of the place." Andrew replied, shuddering slightly.

"Good."

"So Isabel was beheaded. That's new." Dean commented when they were finally alone in the car.

"I'll say...maybe that was Wellons' poison."

"What like he had a kink for headless chicks?"

"I wouldn't word it like that, but yeah, I guess." Sam shook his head. "This case just keeps getting more gruesome by the minute."

"Ah, well we can visit the Doc's place tomorrow. As for right now," Dean started the car, smiling proudly when he heard the engine purr, "Let's go get some grub."

Porter's Motel

5:02 p.m.

Alice lay on her stomach on the scratchy motel bed sheet, examining a local newspaper. They had arrived around 20 minutes ago, heading to the first motel they saw. Now they were all hauled up, researching what they were up against. Alice shivered slightly, the air conditioning getting to her.

"Jeez, could you blast the air any higher?" she commented.

"You're a lizard, you know that?" Mel replied, laughing slightly.

"That doesn't even make any sense."

"Yeah it does. You're cold-blooded so if the room's cold, you're cold. Simple as that."

Alice sighed, exasperated. "Whatever. You find anything besides what we already know?"

"Besides the fact that this guy was obviously a pervert? Nope. You?"

"Just that the Asylum's definitely out best bet. Lots of pain and anger there. Magnet for ghosts."

Mel grinned, closing the laptop before jumping onto her bed. "This is going to be so much fun!"

"Yeah totally. Mutilated bodies and angry ghosts all wrapped up in one huge creepy building. Really fun." Alice said sarcastically.

"Oh, come on. It's like a real-life horror novel."

"Our whole life is a horror novel." Alice sighed. "I guess it could be fun. Just as long as we both stay alive."

"We've made it this far, haven't we?"

Alice smiled a little. Maybe their life wasn't so bad. They had each other.

Easy Street Pub

8:32 p.m.

"Ah, would you look at that. This place is awesome." Dean commented, eying up some attractive women that sat on the other side of the pub.

Sam took a small gulp of his beer, ignoring his brother. He had grown used to this kind of thing and preferred to just blank it out. Dean, on the other hand, took Sam's silence as a go-ahead sign and headed over to talk to one of the women. Since their father's death, Dean had this giant gaping hole in his soul. Filling it up with booze and women helped drown some of the pain- if only for a little while. He was one of those suffer in silence types. People didn't need to know his problems. His burdens were his own to bear.

After fifteen minutes, Sam pulled himself out of his own thoughts and glanced around for Dean. He found him in the corner of the pub, apparently in deep conversation with one very attractive brunette, who looked extremely interested. Jessica popped into his mind, bringing back happy, but unwanted memories of the years they were together. Getting over her was hard- hard enough that he thought he'd never get over her. His fist clenched, his thoughts moving to the yellow-eyed demon. Sighing, he stood up and downed the last of his beer, heading outside. He needed to go for a walk.

Meanwhile, Alice and Mel walked down the sidewalk of town, headed toward the local pub. They were due for one more night of relaxation before they jumped head-first into crazy town.

"I don't know why we always have to go to these places. Every town we go to, it seems we go to pubs and bars." Alice said.

"Yeah because that's where most of the interesting people go. It's kind of like seeing the town's personality, you know?" Mel replied.

"Yeah, I get that part and I agree...I just don't want another repeat of New Orleans."

Mel laughed. "Oh God, don't even mention that. That was insane."

"And we were insane for even walking in." Alice went to walk in, not paying attention to the fact that someone was coming out at the same time.

She bumped hard into them and stumbled back slightly, looking up- looking way up -to see who she had slammed into. Sam blinked, snapping out of his thoughts to look at the girl he had almost knocked over.

"Sorry." they said at the same time.

Sam laughed a little. "No, it was my fault I wasn't watching."

Alice smiled a little. "Neither was I."

"Guess we're both guilty, then." he said, then added, "I'm Sam."

"Alice."

"Nice to meet you."

"You too." Alice said. Mel nudged her sister lightly. She blinked and glanced at her sister before looking back at Sam. "Well I have to go. See you around?"

"Yeah. See you." Sam smiled lightly before turning and walking down the sidewalk.

"What was that?" Mel asked. "Why didn't you ask him out or something?"

"Me? Ask someone out? Please, Mel, I can't even look at a guy without being awkward. Besides, I don't do the whole 'dating' thing, not with our job. He's just a normal guy. Normal guys get killed."

"Yeah, yeah nice excuses."

"I'm serious."

"Okay," Mel said, heading in. Then turning to glance at Alice she added, "By the way, you weren't awkward at all with that guy."

"Must be the apocalypse, then." Alice muttered.