Pain, it's the one thing Bonnie could never got a break from. The pain of burying her grandmother, the pain of her mother turning into one of the beings she hated the most in this world, the pain she felt when witnessing her father murdered right in front of her eyes and not being able to do anything about it, the pain of watching Jeremy die, more than once and not to mention the pain of her own body dying, over and over again. She had become numb to the world around her. Her friends went on with life as though nothing else happened. That's the reason she gave up on a life in Mystic falls. Everybody she knew would go away in the end anyway, so she left before she had to go through more pain. There was no way for her to live her life without the pain of losing everybody.

It had been a few weeks since she left the quiet, but deadly streets of Mystic Falls. She roamed the countryside, looking for a place that she could call home, at least for a while. She found a small cottage surrounded by the woods. She had nestled up there for the last two weeks and aimed at practicing her magic without the disturbance of others. She would become the best witch she could, to honor her grandmother. Every night she called on her powers in an attempt to enhance them. Simple spells was where she started. She walked into the dark woods and touched trees and lifted boulders without breaking a sweat. She channeled the earth in an attempt to reconnect with nature, feeling the rush of power surging through her. Nose bleeds came and went. Little did she know that the peace and quiet she sought was being affected by her deep connection to the earth.

"Hey, Sammy." Dean walked out of the motel room bathroom, buckling his pants. "When your pee is clear does that mean you're hydrated?"

Sam rolled his eyes and continued to type on his laptop. "Yeah, Dean, that's what it means." His response was sarcastic, but Dean didn't seem to care.

"Great! Healthy as an ox." He placed his palm on his stomach, staring into the mirror for a few moments. "I'm bored. Don't you have anything yet?"

"I would, if you would stop interrupting me with useless facts about your…" he motioned to Dean's pants. "…movements."

"Sharing is caring, Sammy." Dean seemed to be proud that he had annoyed his brother.

"Here's something." He seemed excited at the possibility of a hunt and getting Dean out of the motel for a while. "Seems like there is a few disturbances in electricity supply and networks near Jacksonville."

"So we're electricians now?" Dean was skeptical.

"If you let me finish…"

Dean chuckled at himself. "That's what she said."

That comment earned him a deadpanned look from Sam. "Like I was saying, those disturbances started about 3 weeks ago, but then last week people have started to hear a bell ringing, every day. Apparently the source of the bell ringing hasn't been found. They're sending search parties into the woods, but nothing has come up."

"That sounds creepy." Dean thought about it.

"You scared Dean?" Sam started to pack up his belongings.

"Nah, just …its creepy."

"Got nothing better to do."

"Dammit." Dean started to gather his things as well.

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"Well this town looks promising." Dean smiled as a young woman in a short skirt walked past him.

"Can you just not think about getting laid for 5 minutes?" Sam was annoyed again. Dean was pleased.

"Untwist your panties Sammy." Dean walked into the diner they had stopped outside of. "So, where do we start?"

Sam nodded his head in the direction of the older lady that worked behind the counter at the diner. Dean seemed to catch on that they would question her first.

"Hey," Dean started. The lady looked up from the counter, a friendly smile on her face. "How you doing? You sell pie?"

"Yeah sure honey. Just one slice?" She motioned to get the pie out of the display unit.

Dean looked to Sam who shook his head. "Yeah, make it two." He started to tuck into crusty pie as Sam began to ask some questions.

"Hey, so we're not from here…"

'You don't say." The lady responded. Dean smiled when she had annoyed Sam as well.

"Yeah, well, we were looking through the paper and saw this story on the bell ringing?"

"Yeah, that's really been happening. If I'm not mistaken it should start in a couple of minutes."

Dean looked up at Sam, mouth full of pie. "Lucky us."

"Can you tell us the story behind it, we're backpacking around and thought this would be a great story to tell our friends?" His puppy dog face would have melted the hardest of criminals.

She poured him a cup of coffee as he sat next to his brother. "It started a couple of weeks ago, straight after our power kept dipping all day. Its real freaky. It just rings for about an hour every day. Lots of folk have left town saying that its ghosts coming to claim the town."

"Wow, ghosts? Why would they say that?"

"There are a couple of fairy tales that have originated from here, or so some say. Some story about two brothers and some critters. Not too sure what it's all about." She busied herself, cleaning the counter.

They finished their pie and coffee and headed for the nearest motel. Sam started to research straight away and soon found the information he was looking for. "Here it is."

Dean moved to sit next to him at the table, overlooking his laptop.

"It's a story about two brothers who basically killed a golden bird and the one brothers kids ate the heart and liver, causing them to find gold under their pillows every night. The mean brother told the father of the twins to send the kids away and they became huntsmen, adopting a few creatures in the woods and eventually one became a king."

Dean chuckled at himself again, "two brothers and a golden bird.. sounds like a porno." Sam was not amused. "What's with the bell though?"

"It doesn't say anything about a bell in the story." Sam was contemplating hard.

"Okay, let's get going." Dean stood up and put on his jacket.

"Where to?"

"The bell is supposed to start ringing soon, right? So we'll go see what's up."