Third chappie then...

They stared at the building in front of them. It looked like something there would have been more at home in a western film. It was made of wood, and the ground around it was gravel, not tarmac or concrete. There was a field on their right where a couple of horses were grazing peacefully. They could see the spire of the church tower above the trees in the woodland some hundred meters or so away from the bar.

"Well this is…nice." Dean said unsure on what word to use to describe the place. He pointed at the horses. "Look, they've got horses and everything."

"Maybe they killed the guy." Sam said sarcastically, though there were no hints of a smile on his face.

"You know what?" Dean said, finally having had enough of Sam's temper. "I think I will just stop talking to you for a while."

"Fine." Sam said. Dean could see him trying to keep his tone casual, though there was a little heat in his voice.

"Fine." Dean answered back heatedly.

They walked purposefully towards the door to the bar, consciously not looking at each other. Dean was finally annoyed with his brother's attitude. He had often been told that he was hard to be around sometimes, but Sammy? He was almost unbearable. Opening the door they were met by quiet country music. The interior was much like the exterior: wood; everything was made of wood. Even though Dean again was reminded of some old western movie, he had to admit that the place had talents to be almost cosy. A girl, roughly around the age of sixteen with dark blonde hair tied tightly into a knot on the back of her head, came walking towards them.

"Can I help you?" She asked. Dean cast another glance around the bar. They were the only ones there.

"Yeah, I would like a beer." Dean said with a smile.

"Just water, thanks." Sam said as he settled himself in one of the chairs at the bar. Dean sat down next to Sam, taking care not to look at him at all. The girl got them their drinks and not started cleaning some glasses.

"Very quiet around here." Dean said truthfully.

"Yeah, we're not exactly top of the list of tourist attractions at the moment." The girl said with a quick smile.

"I'm Dean; this is my brother Sam." Dean said, feeling that he needed to break down some ice, before talking some more with the girl.

"Anna." She said, looking up briefly from the glass she was cleaning.

Dean looked around the bar for a while. He wanted to ask her about what had happened when that guy died, but stopped himself, thinking that maybe he should just wait a bit.

"So, are there usually a lot of people around here then?" Sam asked, looking up at Anna.

"Well, we used to do alright for ourselves. I guess everybody got quite a scare when Danny passed away." Anna said, rubbing continuously on the same spot on the same glass.

"Were you there?" Dean asked, masking a look of concern.

"Yeah. He had spent most of the night here with his girlfriend. They left when I told them that we were closing up; they came thirty meters down the road and then BAM," she clicked her fingers as she said the word, averting their eyes, "he dropped dead. I saw it all out of the window and I hurried out, but when I reached them he was already dead."

"Did you know?" Sam asked her, again in that false sympathetic voice.

"He was a regular here, so I saw him quite often, talked to him quite a lot. He was a nice guy; didn't deserve to go like that." Anna said, finally putting down the glass, only to pick up another.

"I'm sorry." Sam said, real sympathy finally leaping out into his voice.

"I'm alright." Anna said, and she looked it. She looked to be a tough girl, one that was sure to get through this okay. "It was strange though. At his funeral they buried a jar."

She had blurted the words out fast, as though they had been boiling up inside of her for a long time, waiting to break free.

"Come again?" Dean said before he could stop himself.

"He was…you know…cremated, so they buried a jar." Anna repeated looking Dean in the eye. She didn't really look uncomfortable, merely pondering on his interest. "So, how long are you staying in the area?"

"We are not quite sure yet." Sam said. Dean knew what he meant. Considering how little they knew, it was hard to tell how long they were staying.

Anna started telling them of some of the things they could do around the area. It almost seemed as if it was a speech she had learnt of by heart to any tourists who were interested. Dean was only half listening to her. He tried to think more about their job. It sure as hell was a complicated one.

Dean leant against the front of the Impala some ten minutes later, staring at the horses grazing calmly in their paddock. He felt like they had just wasted time sitting in that bar. Sure she was a sweet girl, but it hadn't really helped them much.

"Well that was helpful." Dean said sarcastically as Sam joined him at the Impala.

"What do you suppose we do now?" Sam asked him; clearly he too found that they were getting nowhere.

"You sure Bobby didn't say anything else?" Dean questioned, watching Sam closely.

"Yep. Come on, we better start heading back to the motel, it's getting dark." Sam said as he opened the passenger door to the car and climbed in. Dean walked around to the driver's side, opened the door, but just before he too went into the car he turned his eyes towards the spire that towered so threateningly over the trees. This place was seriously creepy.

Darkness was starting to close in around them as they drove down a darkened street with houses on both sides. Dean noticed a car parked on one side of the road, where a man was getting out, a small suitcase in his hand.

"Holy shit!" Dean yelled as he yanked at the steering wheel of the Impala while slamming on the brakes. The car swerved round in a half-circle and came to a stop. Dean panted slightly. He had panicked when he had seen the small boy that had run across the road, to get to the man on the other side.

Sam too seemed to be quite shocked, but they both climbed out of the car and walked towards the other car.

"Daddy, daddy!" The boy screamed as he ran towards his shocked father.

"Haven't I told you never to do that?" The father yelled at his boy.

"Are you alright?" Sam asked as they neared the car. Dean was still shocked into silence. The image of what could have happened, had he not slammed on the brakes kept flashing before his eyes.

"I'm so sorry!" The father exclaimed as he turned to Sam and Dean. "He tried doing it once before, but I assure you that it won't happen again.

"But Daddy…" The boy began, tucking at his father's sleeve.

"Don't worry about it." Dean said as the father opened his mouth to give the boy another telling off. "It's just good to see he's okay."

The two brothers turned around and started walking back to the Impala, listening to the father and son arguing.

"Never, never do that again! Do you hear me?" The father yelled.

"But Daddy!" The boy pressed on. "There was a horse in the garden and it was looking at me."

Sam and Dean stopped in the tracks and looked at each. They turned around simultaneously and walking slowly towards the father and son again.

"Did you say you saw a horse?" Sam asked the boy. The father looked up at Sam.

"Yes, it was in the garden." The boy said proudly, clearly content that someone was finally paying attention to him.

"Uhh good; we've…er…been looking for him." Sam said. Dean could hear his brother trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Him?" The boy said quietly in disbelief.

"Do you think it would be possible, sir, if we took a look in your garden?" Sam asked, looking directly at the father.

"I'm sure he's probably making it up, but sure; if there really is a horse in the garden, then be my guest." The father said. He showed over the street and round the back of one of the houses to a small garden, surrounded by a hedge.

Sam and Dean were left to look around for a while as there had been no immediate sign of a horse.

"Dean, if it's a ghost horse we are dealing with, would we even find hoof prints?" Sam said almost mockingly as Dean crouched low on the ground.

"Maybe not hoof prints, but how about burns?" Dean said, ignoring his brother's tone. He felt Sam staring over his shoulder at the burn on the ground. As they watched, the burn seemed to slowly fade of the ground as though it had never been there, returning the grass to normal. "Shouldn't be so hard to catch the pony."

"You mean, we should try and follow the burns that disappear?" Sam said, the mocking tone still audible in his voice.

"Hey, it beats following the breadcrumbs that the birds eat." Dean said, unwilling to let Sam win another argument.

Dean found himself getting angry with his brother yet again. It seemed that it was hard for him to go much more than half an hour, before getting irritated. They walked back towards the Impala in silence, but as Dean made to get into the car Sam grabbed his arm and stopped him.

"Wait, I just need to call Bobby before we go." He said as he let go of Dean and instead took out his phone.

"Can't you just call him when you are in the car?" Dean asked, longing to grab something to eat and return to the motel.

"Dean, just wait a minute, okay?" Sam said as he held the phone to his ear. "Hi, Bobby, it's Sam again…you were? So, you've found out some more?" Sam eyes widened slightly as Bobby spoke. "Thanks Bobby."

"Sam put the phone away and looked back at the house.

"What?" Dean said, sensing the anxiety in his brother.

"Bobby had found out a bit more. Apparently Helhesten is an omen of death. He said that if you saw this thing you would be sure that a friend, a family member or you would die not long after."

"Dude, that…" Dean said, realising why Sam was looking back at the house. "That Sophie girl, she said that she saw a horse."

"And not long after her boyfriend died." Sam said, finishing what Dean never said.

"And that little boy…" Dean said quietly, the bricks starting fit.

"He said he saw a horse." Sam said, looking back at his brother. "Dean, I don't think this thing is just a warning, I think it causes the deaths."

"Can't blame it though." Dean blurted out the thought that had been in his mind since the first time Sam had told him about Helhesten.

"What?" Sam said, looking like he was not believing what he was hearing.

"Well, all I know is that if I had been buried alive, I would have been pretty pissed off too." Dean said quickly, trying to make up for his comment.

"Dean, you do realise that boy in there could die, don't you?" Sam said pointing back towards the house.

"We should wait here; see if anything turns up later." Dean said defiantly, all thoughts of hunger and sleep forgotten. "But Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"If it really is the cause of the deaths, then how come no one sees it when someone actually dies?" Dean asked, looking up at his brother.

"I don't know." Sam admitted, visibly calming down slightly. "You're right; we should stay here tonight, and see if anything happens."

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