I AM SOOOOOO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT!!!!!!! I've had so much stuff going on I hardly have time to sleep.

Alright, a few announcements…

I don't know about you guys, but weren't the last two episodes of SN amazing!?

A) I always knew Gordon would be back.

B) Dolls now officially scare me.

But enough of my rambling, finals are over and I had a couple of great, relaxing weekends! Time for me to get back to work and time for you guys to read the next chapter! (Ok…so maybe I really did go a little crazy after "Hunted")

Ooo and one last note, I have no idea how this police radio/call stuff works and…well the police in this fanfic are kinda dumb. But, hey, if they were smart, ther'd be no story!

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Chapter 9

"You need to get with the times, Dean!"

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The only person who truly heard the radio transmission was an officer named Scott Nelman.

Nelman had been on duty since midnight and had decided to take a coffee brake to keep himself alert when the radio went off.

"Squad car niner-six-seven, report to Cumberland warehouse for checkup call" the crackled masculine voice said.

"Not again," Nelman said to himself, "One of these days, I'm gonna catch those pranksters." He said as he hurried over to the garage where his squad car, 967, was parked. By the time he got to the warehouse, it was 3:30 am, whoever was there when he got the call was probably long gone, but he decided to take a look anyway, maybe he would get lucky and be able to arrest some stupid teenager.

When Nelman finally got to the door to the warehouse open, he got out his flashlight and switched it on.

He strained his eyes against the darkness, the flashlight did little to relinquish it. When his eyes finally did focus, there was nothing.

Nelman turned to leave but suddenly heard a crashing sound behind him.

"Alright, who's there?!" You kids better come out with your hands up!" he tried to sound authoritative, but had to admit, this place gave him the creeps at night.

Nothing.

Nelman tried to convince himself it was probably a rat turned once more to leave but was suddenly grabbed by his collar from behind and pulled up toward the ceiling.

The flashlight dropped from his hand and he was in complete darkness as he felt himself hanging, some unknown force holding his collar

"Hello, Scott." An almost animal-like voice hissed, in his car, "Nice of you to come join us."

The last thing the officer saw was a pair of yellow eyes, appear in front of him. He felt something sharp dig into his neck and then, nothing.

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Hannah awoke to the sound of Amanda's voice and the light smell of coffee, "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey...er…coffee!" Amanda said holding the coffee under Hannah's nose

Hannah let out a soft groan, "What time is it?"

"Eight fifty-nine." Amanda said, happily.

"Are you kidding!!! We're supposed to meet Sam and Dean at nine!!!" Hannah yelled as she shot out of bed.

"Heh, just kidding, its only seven."

Hannah froze in her tracks, "What!?"

"Oh relax, you should be thanking me, if I hadn't woken you up, you really would have gotten up at eight fifty-nine."

Hannah gave her a cold look, then grabbed her coffee and took a long sip, "Hey," she said after taking another, "Did you hear the radio go off last night?"

"No…why?"

"Never mind, we should get going." Hannah shook her head, then hopped off her bed and made her way to the bathroom.

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Sam and Dean were just about to leave for the police station.

"Hey Dean?" Sam asked as they walked out of their motel room.

"What?" Dean said crankily, he was still feeling a little sore from the little 'head banging' moment, the previous night.

"How 'bout I drive for now? I mean, you're not exactly in the best shape for driving." Sam explained hopefully, then secretly thought to himself 'And even if you were I doubt we could get there without making at least three U-turns'

Dean thought for a moment, he seemed to be weighing in his mind either driving his baby, or get some rest to maybe ease the splitting, Sam-induced, headache. Even with the ice last night, it still felt like a bad hangover.

He finally decided he was no help to his little brother if he wasn't in tip-top condition, so he threw the keys to Sam with a sigh and a slight look of remorse. "If anything happens to her… you die." Dean warned then got in the passenger seat.

Sam got in the drivers seat and started up the Impala. Immediately loud, heavy metal, music began blasting from the radio.

Sam quickly turned it down.

"Hey! What did you do that for!? That's a good song!" Dean yelled.

"Gee, I distinctly remember someone making up a house rule that says 'driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.'"

"And I distinctly remember never saying that."

"Well your gonna follow it anyway." Sam informed him, then switched the station to a soft rock station.

"Oh no you don't." Dean said and switched it back.

"You need to get with the times, Dean! Why can't you listen to music that's under twenty years old?" Sam retorted, and switched the station.

"Why can't you go get a walkman? Then you wont have to listen to my '20 years and up' music!"

"One, its called an iPod or MP3 player, no one listens to cassettes anymore, and Two, you blast the music so loud that I wouldn't be able to hear it anyway."

"Hey, I can't help it if my baby's stereo kicks ass." Dean said proudly, patting one of the Impala's speakers.

"All I'm saying, Dean, is that can we just listen to something else, please?" Sam gave a pleading puppy look.

Dean looked at his brother's face and finally gave in, "Oh, alright." He said, rolling his eyes and folding his arms in an almost childish pout.

Satisfied, Sam began flipping through the stations.

Dean had heard about three Rush song clips, a Metallica guitar solo, and some intense Black Sabbath, before Sam finally stopped on one station. Dean listened, the song playing had a bass pumping in the background and some gay guy singing about how sexy his back was.

"What the hell is this?" he asked.

"Sexy Back, by Justin Timberlake." Sam laughed, he didn't like the song much, either, but totally loved the look on Dean's face when he heard what was coming from his baby's speakers. Ah, sweet payback

"This is going to be my hell, not a woman in sight and this song playing over and over." Dean concluded after a pause, then lowered his seat back to try to get some rest before his head exploded in frustration.

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Heh, I always wondered how Dean would react to "Sexy Back". At first I was like, "Wow that would be, like, his theme song," but then I thought about what kind of music that amazing boy listens to and was like, "…no, he'd hate it."

A few reviews would be nice to let me know how I'm doing on this. I know it really seems that it's just a bunch of randomness but believe it or not its actually going somewhere.

-HoD91