That night, Sam and Dean patrolled the street, shotguns in hand. They didn't bother hiding their weapons; as they entered the the red light district, puzzlement replaced caution.

"Hey Sam," Dean said slowly

"Uh, yeah?"

"Today's Saturday, right?"

"Yup."

"So, where-?"

"Is everybody?" Sam looked around in wonder, "I have no idea."

They moved up the street.

Dean laughed, "Hey Sam, think we'll see any tumbleweed?"

"Dude, this isn't normal." It was true, not even the provocative posters rustled, the road filled with an unnatural hush.

Suddenly, a door creaked behind them, to the right. The brothers readied their guns, pumping and aiming them in one smooth motion. A woman peeked out, trying to stay furtherest indoors while also trying to see out. She gestured frantically at them. Dean, who was closer, looked to Sam. He nodded and, watching Sam continue on, moved towards the woman.

"Hey," Dean hesitated, did she know english? "Where is everyone? What's going on?"

She moved further into the building, forcing him to follow her inside. "They are coming," She said in a thick accent, "Tonight, they ride." Her eyes were wide with fear.

Dean moved into the building, not surprised that it was a brothel. "What's coming? Tell me, I can help." He stowed the shotgun, not wanting to alarm anyone in the house.

As soon as he walked past the doorway, the door slammed shut.

"Hey!" Dean whirled, ready for a fight. Behind him stood two more girls. "Ladies, ladies," he chuckled, "no need to get worked up now."

The woman who first gestured to him was clearly the Madam, as her clothes, were more elegant, and while being very revealing, were less enticing. But the two by the door weren't shabby by any account. At the moment, however, they were shaking with anticipation, and it didn't have to do with Dean's presence.

"What's going on?" Dean asked, trepidation evident in his voice.

"I told you, it is coming." The Madam impored, "We must hide."

"Oh, sister, I don't hide." Dean had a feeling that she knew a bit, so he pressed, "What're we dealing with? Spirit? Demon? Crazy people-hunters?"

She looked utterly confused, "What? I am sorry, I do not understand..."

"What are we hiding from?" He was starting to get anxious. Sam was still out there, and that kid couldn't stay safe with Casper. "Well, ladies, whatever it is, I'm sure it's never had the fear of Dean Winchester put in it!" He winked, moving back towards the door.

"NO!" The Madam rushed towards him, "you mustn't leave! You'll endanger us all!"

"Listen lady, my brother and I will take care of it." He held out his hands, in an effort to placate her. "Now, no thanks necessary, but..."

"You do not understand!" Their faces all became grave. "You cannot leave!"

"Yes, I am!" Dean pulled the shotgun, hoping his bluff worked. "My brother's out there, and this is my job!"

"I am sorry." And she looked it too, though she moved to block him, "but your brother is lost, the hunt will catch him, that is the way."

"No! Get outta my way!"

But as Dean started forward to force his way through, one of the girls slipped behind him unnoticed.

"I am sorry." The Madam whispered.

But before Dean could engage her in a tussle, something heavy crashed into the back of his head, sending him spinning into a world of darkness.