"Hello?" Dean repeated through the silence.

Then suddenly a loud dial tone shrieked in to his ear causing him to pull the phone away in disgust.

"Damn it!" he grumbled. He looked down at the cell phone and in his normal persistence he pushed 'send' again.

Deans awareness perked up for just a second when he heard his brothers voice again only to be replaced with sagged shoulders as he realized it was just his voicemail picking up immediately.

'Well I have to leave a message!' Dean thought to himself angrily. The last thing he wanted was to alert his younger brother that he was awake and ok over a goddamn cell phone voice message. But at this point any way to get to his brother was an avenue he'd at least try and after waiting for the beep Dean let it out.

"Sammy? It's Dean. I'm ok bro! Where the hell are you? Well… don't do anything stupid all right? I'm going to try and find you ok? I figure you went after that witch but Sam… promise me you wont do this alone! I'm serious! Call me back… tell me where you are so I don't have to do this research shit to find you. Ok? Damn Sam why did you leave! Don't get yourself killed ok? Call me back at this number."

Dean waited a few seconds before he hung up the phone and brought a hand up to his throbbing temple. He still had that damn concussion shit going on and his head was killing him. He understood that he was in suspended animation for the past two months but couldn't that damn spell just have allowed him to sleep off the concussion rather then waiting till he woke up for it to hurt?

'Man I HATE that bitch!' he thought while cursing the witch Organa.

"No answer?"

Jenn's voice startled him back to awareness and he spun around.

"Oh… yea. For a second but I think his phone went dead." Dean handed her back her phone and she frowned.

"I'm sorry Dean. Did you leave a message?"

"Yea so hopefully he'll get it soon where ever he is."

"Well here." Jenn handed back over her cell phone and Dean looked at it before taking it. "Keep it on you just in case."

"Thanks." Dean answered before looking down to the big paper bag in her arms. "Here let me carry that."

"It's ok I got it. But here!" Jenn reached her empty arm into the bag and bit her lip slightly while she searched for something inside. She smiled when she grabbed onto the item and pulled it out. "You can take these instead."

Jenn placed an economy-sized bottle of Tylenol into Deans waiting hands.

"I watched you wince and rub your head all night long. I'm assuming you haven't taken anything so ever the nurse I grabbed you something."

"Thanks Jenn but I don't…"

"Ah! No! Don't argue with me! Take them please? There's no need for you to be macho for me and deal with pain around me. I'd rather you be fresh so I can feel safe from vampires."

She said the last comment about the vampires with a smile indicating she was trying to joke but Dean knew better. The girl was scared at what she witnessed last night and he inwardly groaned at being the reason she had gone through it.

"Alright I'll take them. Now lets get back in the car."

"Ok." Jenn smiled with triumph at winning with Dean. "Oh hey. I asked inside. There's a motel right down the street. The guy at the counter said it wasn't much but they had beds and a bathroom. Figured that was sufficient for now huh? But next time I want a room with a hot tube ok?" The young nurse giggled as she sat herself down into the passenger seat of the Impala and placing her bag of recently purchased goodies on the floor beside her feet.

Dean flopped into the driver's side and gave her a shocked glance.

"Damn woman! I only just met you!"

"Oh wow! I'm surprised I hadn't noticed that large ego yesterday! I must be slipping."

Dean laughed out loud and started up the old Engine.

"I can see you are gonna keep me on my toes."

"Oh good… so you realize it won't be on your back? We are headed in the right direction now I think." Jenn reached over and thumped Dean in the shoulder hard before putting her seat belt on. Once it was clicked in place she felt herself lurch backward again as Dean mashed the gas pedal.

"You are a hoot. Now I'm glad I kept you around." Dean said giving her a charming smile and then they were thrown back into silence, both wearing smiles but not forgetting their troubles.

"Hello?" Sam said into the cell phone right before it beeped into his ear.

He pulled it away and cursed under his breath.

On the screen in big letters right before it shut off entirely were the words "Low Battery, Powering down now."

"Damn it all!" The young man reached down to the charger and pulled it out of the cigarette lighter. Placing it back in and checking the cell phone screen he realize that among other things in this car now the damn lighter was broken, taking away any means of charging his AND Deans cell phones.

"Could life suck any more?" He mouthed. In anger he chucked the useless cell phone and its charger into the backseat of the piece of crap Ford.

Who the hell would be calling him though? Tracy knew where he was going and the screen would have said 'Dad's cell' if it were his father.

Then realization hit him… The hospital. The area code was the same.

Tears sprang to his eyes. The hospital must have been calling him to find him… to tell him about his brother. He put his cell as a secondary contact number right after his motel room number. And of course since he no longer had the room there they couldn't get a hold of him.

Sam ran a hand through the mop on his head and let a tear escape his eye. The responsible thing would have been to call them back instead of ignoring it. But not now. He didn't want to have to deal with funeral plans and all of that stuff. He had a witch to fry and his brother's death to avenge. All else would have to take a backseat.

Angry at the return of his tears, Sam ran a sleeve over his eyes and got rid of the sign of emotion. He returned back to his task and within 20 minutes he arrived at the point he was looking for.

Through his researching this morning on the kitchen table, he figured out on the local map that Tracy's friends would have had to pass this specific spot on their way home from their jobs.

It was a desolate intersection and Sam pulled the rental car over on the side of the road just before the stop sign.

He reached in the back seat and found his backpack. Pulling out Dean's homemade EMF meter he made his way to the middle of the vacant road and switched it on. He knocked his brother before about it but they had found that witch with it before and Sam was now sold on the idea of using it. He'd take any help he could get at this point.

He slid his 6'3 frame out of the sedan and switched on the device. He would wait here all night and day if that were what it took to find Organa. Cause right now he had nothing left in his life to hurry back for. Jess was gone… Dad was missing somewhere and Dean…

Sam took a huge shuddering breath and made himself go back to his work, walking all around the area of the intersection scanning for any clue of how to find the bitch that took the last important meaningful thing in his life.

Dean stifled a yawn as he leaned on the check out counter. He couldn't wait to sleep and the motel innkeeper was making it damn hard to do that. He found that fact funny though since all he'd done for a long while was just that.

But of course he had to sit here and watch the poor mindless woman in front of him try and figure out the credit card machine. It was bad enough it took her 10 minutes to look up the available rooms only to come up with just one. He had no problem sharing a room with the woman waiting in his Impala but she might feel differently. He just hoped she wouldn't make him leave to find an other one that did. He felt like he was about to collapse.

"Sorry sir." The woman in front of him said interrupting his thoughts. "Just a few more minutes. It's verifying your card."

"No problem." Dean said for what he felt was the 10th time since he walked in here. Now a new problem arose in his mind. Would the card go through? He hadn't used it in a long time and normally he could only keep a card for a few months before they cut it off from lack of payment.

He didn't have to wait long for his answer when he heard the woman rip off a receipt for him to sign.

Grateful that Visa hadn't smartened up yet, he signed quickly and grabbed the key from the counter.

"Enjoy your stay!" the woman screamed out after him, still in an effort to be extremely kind.

Jenn watched Dean stroll out of the small office with a perturbed look on his face. He had taken a while and assumed the aggravated look he wore was because of that fact.

"I was about to sleep in the car!" He stated angrily as he got back in the Impala.

"What happened?"

"Oh nothing much… just a simple case of a lack of brains. There was a problem with the rooms." He said while rounding the car to the other side of the building where their room was.

"Uh oh… no bathroom?" She laughed trying to clear the air. It worked slightly as she saw a small smirk grace Dean's lips.

"No I'm sure they have a nice cockroach infested bathroom for you to enjoy. But we'll have to share it."

"Ok… well I figured we would be." Jenn said a bit confused.

"You did? I figured you would want your own room."

"Dean I know I just met you but I trust you enough to sleep in the same room with you. I figure if you wanted to hurt me you would have just let me become the next night walking blood sucker back in that bar."

Dean stared at her for a moment before shaking his head at her.

"You really are something. I wish my brother was as easy to deal with as you."

"Oh stop it your making me blush," She said while batting her eyelids mockingly.

Dean let a chuckle out and climbed out of the car.

After grabbing what little they each had with them and unlocking the door, Dean dropped everything into a chair by the window and flopped onto the nearest bed to the door.

Jenn smiled down at him and reached over to close the curtains on the window to block out the sunlight.

"Goodnight Dean." She whispered while flinging what was left of the comforter he wasn't laying on over his legs.

Jenn got no response and she took in his already evened out breathing. Dean was sound asleep.

The young nurse turned to her bed and pulled down the covers. There was no sense in worrying about changing into pajamas. She didn't have any. She'd have to have Dean stop at a store tomorrow and buy some outfits other then her nurse's uniform. Luckily it allowed her to wear her own shirt and pants underneath or else she'd have really felt weird sleeping in it.

Easing herself onto the bed, she pulled her bag to her and pulled out the journal Dean had given her to read. She was really tired but figured she could get a few pages in before she drifted off to sleep.

Sam had sat there on the hood of the Rental for three hours with no luck at all at getting anything on the EMF. He was actually shocked the batteries on the thing hadn't run out yet.

And in those 3 hours only 7 cars had gone through the intersection. Each driver gave him an odd look and nothing more. Sam found that extremely odd. How could this intersection only have 7 cars in 3 hours? He figured he couldn't do anything else for today. He would have to go back to Tracy's and research the intersection some more.

Plus it was starting to get foggy.

He hated Pennsylvania fog. He remembered when he was younger and on hunts with his father and brother driving through the thick white patches. Sometimes it was just impossible to see anything.

Sam reluctantly stood up off the hood of the car and stretched. He was just about to switch off the EMF meter when suddenly the thing went wild in his hand almost causing him to drop it.

And then Sam's ears perked up at a sound… a car was coming.

"Whoa" he said as he watched the meter needle spike at extremely high levels. He brought his eyes up to see the car stop at the stop sign. Sam's senses were on overload and an odd feeling bubbled in his stomach.

The car started to roll foreword and Sam noticed the fog seemed to cling to it and follow it through the intersection.

Without thinking Sam leapt into action, running right in front of the car and closed his eyes, bracing himself for an impact.

The sound of shrieking brakes caused him to open his eyes. The car stopped just inches from hitting him and he took a deep breath at how close it was.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" He heard a female voice shout at him from the car door. A young woman stood one foot in, one foot out of the car door staring at him furiously. "I could have hit you!"

Sam noticed that the fog behind the car was completely gone now and began to stutter out the best excuse he could find.

"Umm… yea ma'am I'm sorry. You uh… you can't go down this way."

"Now why the hell not!"

"There's… um… There's a tree down just up the road. I'm sitting her directing everyone to go back the way they came." The lie came quickly and Sam relaxed a bit at the fact that the girl seemed to believe it.

"Well that's a suckie job since no one ever really drives this way. Its not even worth it to sit out there for the amount of people that might drive this way."

"Yea I noticed." Sam said now extremely interested. "Why is that do you know?"

"You must be new here."

Sam nodded at her and she continued.

"A lot of weird things happen on this road. This tree down isn't uncommon. Sometimes the fog is so bad you cant see out of your windshield. There've been a few times just last month that the whole intersection was flooded. The only thing is there is no lake or anything near by for it to have come from and it didn't rain."

"Hmmm that's odd."

"Tell me about it. Some little boy last week road his bike through here and was attacked by a huge warm of bees. He was allergic and no one found him in time. People say this stretch of road is cursed."

Cursed? Well that explained a lot. He had no recollection of any stories of witches "haunting" one area or causing such extreme natural anomalies. It had to have been something else that took Tracy's friends didn't it? Unless this was a "hot spot", one of many specific places that attract supernatural events more then anywhere else. It was sort of like Sunnydale in Buffy the Vampire slayer… Sam shook his head at his last thought.

Where the hell did he get Sunnydale from? Oh that's right. Dean made him watch when he was younger. He thought Buffy was hot and Sam use to make fun of him saying he'd love to hunt with her instead of him and his dad.

Sam was pulled from his brief memory by the headlights on the woman's car getting farther from him. In his daze he didn't even notice the girl get back in the car and start to drive back in the direction she came from.

Sam scanned the area once more. The fog was completely gone now and beams of sunlight started to break out from the mean looking clouds above.

This certainly warranted a trip to the town library. And right now was as good a time as any.

Jenn sat up in her bed panting heavily. Her body shook from the throws of the nightmare she had just escaped. Sweat graced her forehead yet she felt cold all over.

"You ok over there?"

Jenn turned towards Dean's sleep filled voice still in a panic. The images of monsters and Vampires cornering her and tearing at her still fizzed in and out of her vision.

"No…" She whispered back trying to catch her breath. "I don't think I like your dad's journal very much."

Jenn was serious but for some reason Dean found a tad bit of humor in it and let out a soft chuckle before sitting up in his bed.

"I'm sorry I woke you up. You need your rest."

"Don't worry about it Hun. My brother is the king of crazy ass nightmares. I'm use to waking up just in time for the good parts." Dean threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up making his way over to the bathroom. He filled up one of the complimentary plastic cups with water from the faucet and walked over to Jenn.

"Here."

"Thanks" She mumbled and took it from him gently while trying to tame her shaking hands.

Dean then did what she wasn't expecting and sat down on her bed next to her. His back was up against the backboard and is left leg was off the side, resting his foot on the floor.

"Want to talk about it?" His voice was calm and soothing to her but she shook her head.

"No I don't want to think about it again but thanks."

"Ok then. Here hand me that cup before you spill it."

Jenn half smiled at Deans comment and handed over the plastic cup. Dean set it on the nightstand and turned his attention back to her.

"Well then do you have any questions from what you read so far in the journal?"

Jenn sat in thought for a moment before turning glistening eyes to the man sitting next to her.

"Do you remember your mother?"

Dean was a bit surprised at the question but answered her anyways.

"Umm. I remember a little bit. Small things like when she tucked me in she always sang this song she made up. I don't remember the words but I sorta remember the tone. Ya know? I recall bits and piece but nothing huge I guess… Except for the night she died. I remember more of that then anything."

"I'm sorry Dean… About your mom. I felt bad reading your dad's thoughts about her. They were personal."

"Don't be sorry. I knew what was in it."

"Well I still am."

The duo sat shoulder to shoulder in silence for a few more minutes before Jenn cracked again.

"You deal with such terrible frightening things. These things are supposed to be only in our nightmares… But … They are real. It makes me scared to leave my house! Hell I wouldn't even be safe there if something really wanted to get to me." Dean watched from the corner of his eye as she wiped fresh tears from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry I let you read all of that. Maybe I shouldn't have done…"

"NO! I'm glad you did!" Jenn interrupted, turning face to face with him. "Its not safe being in the dark and not knowing. I'm glad I know. It's just hard to swallow. Its… scary."

Dean reached down and took Jenn's hand into his. He realized she was still shaking and felt terrible.

"Its scary as hell. But I'm here. And because of that nothing is going to get to you. Ok?"

All Jenn could do was nod and proceed to wipe away tears streaming down her face.

"Ok… well I'll let you get back to sleep." Dean went to get up off of Jenn's bed and return to his own when he felt a hand grab hold of his wrist. He turned his head towards Jenn, wondering what else she wanted to say.

"No… could you sit here? I mean till I fall asleep?"

Dean paused a moment. He was a taken aback at the request but after looking at her tear-streaked face he couldn't deny it. A feeling that he needed to protect her washed over him. This was all his fault after all.

"Ok… just until you fall asleep." He sat back down resuming his previous position and leaned his head against the backboard.

"Thanks." She mumbled sleepily. The adrenaline that was surfing through her veins just moments before had worn out. Exhaustion mixed with a comforting feeling having Dean close by worked wonders on her and she let her head lull sideways to rest on Dean's shoulder.

Too tired to care what he'd think about the close proximity, Jenn drifted back to sleep, trapping Dean under the weight of her head.

Dean was all for getting up and stretching out comfortably on his own bed but the last thing he wanted to do was wake Jenn back up. The young hunter accepted his fate and after shifting his weigh just a little bit into a comfortable position, he let his eyes drift closed.

And moment's later sleep took him as well.

Ok please no flames! I know it seems like I'm heading Dean and Jenn into a direction a lot of people wouldn't like so much. I can tell you right now that I'm NOT knocking on that door just yet LOL And I prolly wont. As I'm writing this I see them more as brother and sister relationship more then anything... but in Fanfic world who the hell knows lol

Now if this seems bunched together I apologize. I figured it was dragging and its time to get to the guts of it all. Please give me any comments you may have or criticism. I'd love to hear it all! I wanna get this right!

Hope you liked it!