Sorry for the wait, I had about 3 papers due on the same day for school also, I probably won't post for another week due to finals. Things are really hectic right now so bear with me, and it would make me feel really good if I got some reviews Hint, Hint but in the mean time, enjoy the next chapter!

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Chapter 8

"You're Gonna Pay For That One Sammmy"

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By the time Dean had figured out how to get back to the motel it was around midnight. Both brothers got out of the Impala and made their way sleepily to their room.

"At least we can sleep in a little tomorrow," Sam said with a yawn.

Dean was too tired to answer; he simply opened the door to the room, walked in, and flopped down on the bed, keeping his only half open whilst searching for nonexistent shapes in the cheap, water stained ceiling tiles.

Sam put his backpack full of weaponry on the bed and took out the radio.

"What's that?" Dean asked, tearing his eyes away from the incredibly interesting ceiling and lifting his head to see.

"A police radio." Sam answered.

"I know what it is, stupid, but why the hell do you have it?" Dean was far too sleepy for games.

"Amanda lent it to me; it's for listening to any police reports that might come in, as well as for contacting her and Hannah if we need to."

"Don't they have cell phones?" Dean asked as he remembered that he never asked for Hannah's number.

"I didn't get their numbers." Sam replied.

"Gimmie that." Dean said with a smirk as took the radio out Sam's hand, "What station are they on?"

"Channel 9" said Sam reluctantly, he knew this was going somewhere he didn't like, but he was too tired to argue.

Dean, filled with a new, purely immature, energy, turned the dial to 9 and pushed the 'transmit' button, "Hannah! Amanda! Mayday! We have a situation here!" he yelled.

"What!? What is it!?" came Hannah's panicked, yet slightly groggy voice a few seconds later. She obviously had been sound asleep.

"Heh, never mind…false alarm." Dean said with a laugh.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS!?!?!?" Hannah's angry voice echoed through the room.

"Just seeing if this thing worked." Dean said defensively but he couldn't stifle the enjoyment in his voice.

He didn't quite make out what Hannah said next, be he was sure he heard something about an ' ' and a few other 'choice' words, then, only static.

"You definitely didn't deserve that at all." Sam said sarcastically as he pulled on an old band t-shirt he had lately been using as a pajama shirt.

"Shut up." Dean said, throwing the radio down on the bed.

Sam laughed as he picked it up and put it in the table between the two queen-sized beds in case they needed to reach it during the night.

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20 minutes later, both Winchesters were lying in their beds. Dean was staring at the ceiling again, thinking about what had happened earlier at the hotel room with Sam and Amanda, and decided to say something smart,

"Hey Sam" he whispered loudly. No answer. "Sammy! ...You awake?" he whispered a little louder, knowing that Sam never slept soundly.

He heard a small groan, "I am now, Dean." Sam said, clearly annoyed by the sudden disturbance.

"So, since you're all… you know, 'bad boy' wanna run to that club I saw down the road?"

Despite Dean thinking this would piss Sam off, he was surprised when Sam actually burst out laughing.

"Dean, are you kidding? You of all people, the king of pranks, didn't get that?"

"What? What's to get? Hannah and I leave the room, you and Amanda get it on." Dean replied defensively.

Sam would have fallen on the floor laughing if he wasn't already lying down on his bed, "Dean, nothing happened."

"Come again." Dean's voice had suddenly become deathly serious.

"You heard me. Amanda thought you were a little too perverted for your own good and her and I set you up."

"Aww, you're gonna pay for that one Sammmy!" Dean said, sitting up in his bed.

Sam didn't flinch at the threat, he simply replied, "You're just mad you didn't think of it first."

Dean opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it, and closed it, then flopped back down on the bed.

Once things settled, Sam broke the silence, "So what did you and Hannah talk about? …Your favorite classic rock bands?"

The only reply he got was a pillow that came flying out of nowhere, hitting him square in the face. He knew this would probably be Dean's first attempt at wreaking revenge, better check the shower before I get in tomorrow.

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About half an hour later Dean was giving off light snores, at least he was getting a good night's sleep. Sam, however, could not say the same for himself… he was having a vision.

A man was getting out of his car –he was dressed like a police officer- and walked over to a building door. When he reached it, he found it was locked; he took out a ring of keys and opened it. Inside, the building was extremely dark, and his flashlight did little to brighten the place. He searched around what looked like a warehouse but found nothing. All of a sudden there was a crashing sound behind him, as if something had been knocked over. He spun around, shining the flashlight to where he thought the noise had originated.

"Who's there?" Sam could hear the man ask.

Nothing.

The man turned to leave but was grabbed from behind and dragged upward. There was a gruesome ripping sound, followed by a thump as the man's body fell to the floor and lay unmoving.

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Sam woke, gasping for breath, and slammed into something hard. Dean had been standing over him, trying to wake him up from the painful vision, and when Sam had sat up, he had slammed into Dean's head.

"Arghh!" Dean gasped after the impact.

Sam's eyes focused, and he realized what had happened, "Dude? Are you ok? I'm so sorry, Dean."

"Yeah," Dean hissed, "I'll be fine, as soon as the little floating birdies go away. How bout you? You looked like you were having a vision." He asked in a worried tone as he rubbed his forehead.

Sam noticed that he himself had broken out in a cold sweat and had a splitting headache, "I'm fine," he replied in a hurried tone, "But we have to go to the police station right now."

"Sam, do you have any idea what time it is?"

Sam looked at the clock, it read 3:07 am, "So what? The cops are on duty all the time."

"But the station isn't open to the public all the time."

Sam flicked on the lights and saw Dean wince, he wasn't as used to headaches as much as Sam was, therefore took more time to recover, so he said, "You call the station, and I'll go down the hall and get you some ice."

"Alright, thanks." Dean said as he picked up the phone.

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Sam came back about 5 minutes later with a bucket of ice as Dean hung up the phone.

"Anything?" he asked.

"Nope, haven't gotten any calls in relation to the warehouse, and no squad cars out patrolling the city." Dean answered with a yawn.

"Kay…here, put some of this on your head." Sam said as he handed Dean the bucket and a washcloth, then he added, "I need to take a long shower." And walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

Dean sighed as he put the ice-filled washcloth to his forehead and leaned gingerly back onto his pillow.

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As Dean lay fast asleep and Sam was still in the shower, the radio picked up a transmission.

8 miles away, at the Swissotel, Hannah stirred in her bed, Amanda was breathing deeply and showing no sign that she would be coming out of her dreams for at least 4 hours, but Hannah heard the radio's crackle and then a voice. Thinking it was Dean trying to play another prank. She rolled over, put her pillow over her head and went back to sleep.

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This was a nice fun chapter to write, hope you liked. Reviews?

Wish me luck for finals!

Are you guys as excited as I am for the new SN episode? We've survived a bunch of re-runs and not to mention two double headers of Smallville and no Winchester fix! WE SHALL BE REWARDED!!!!! Just pray this episode isn't as disappointing as Croatoan. (don't get me wrong it was good, plot wise but I personally hate cliffies, especially waiting for them to continue) WHAT IS THAT STUPID SECRET THAT JOHN TOLD DEAN!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Well I'll see you guys next chapter! Though I can't guarantee I'll be sane