Chapter 4

"So, you two really hunt the supernatural?" Summer asked while Dean opened the door to the room they were staying in at the motel.

"Yeah, we do," Sam replied with a nod as he walked into the room.

"What have you encountered?"

"Oh, the usual… angry spirits… some times good ones. Shape shifters, Urban Legends… like the hook man, bloody Mary. A lot more," Sam told her.

"Don't forget the Grim reaper, which, I had to deal with," Dean spoke up. "And that killer truck..." He then looked at Sam. "That reminds me… you are lucky I didn't kill you. If you had been wrong about the truck and the church, my life would have ended that night."

"Hey, it was all I could think of. It wasn't easy thinking of a way to get rid of a truck."

"Killer truck?" Summer asked, now raising an eyebrow.

"We'll tell you the story later. Right now, we need to pack and head to Tennessee," Dean said, as he walked to his bag near the bed he slept on.

"Why there?" She asked.

"There have been four couples who have gone missing. The only thing the cops have found is three drops of blood on the ground," Sam replied.

"And how exactly does this sound like a supernatural thing?"

"Well, I guess right now it doesn't, but our dad is the one who gave us coordinates to this place, so he knows something about it, other wise he wouldn't have bothered." Sam said.

Summer nodded with an agreement. "That's true, I guess."

"So, let's get hit the road," Dean said walking toward the door with his bag in hand and his other jacket in the other.

They got everything else they needed and got back in the car.

Knoxville, Tennessee

Dean parked his Chevy Impala in front of a diner and turned to face his brother and Summer. "Let's get a bite to eat and find anything we can from a newspaper or something before we ask people questions."

"I agree," Sam nodded. "I'll get a newspaper, you two go inside, and I'll meet you in a few minutes."

They got out of the car and went in the two different directions.

Summer and Dean found a table near the back and sat down. After a couple of minutes, a waitress came up to them and they ordered some sodas.

"So…" Dean started while he leaned against the table, resting his arms on the edge, looking at Summer closely.

"So… what?" She asked, locking eyes with him.

"I have to ask. What happened that night at the diner, where that person brushed their arm with yours, and you moved away quickly. What was that all about?"

"It was nothing," she said, now looking away from him, and peered around the room.

"It sure didn't look like nothing," he said. "Come on, you can tell me."

"Look, no offense, but it's none of your business," she said now looking at him. "Why should I tell you anyway? I don't even know you."

"That shouldn't stop you."

"I'm jumpy, ok?"

"Jumpy?" He repeated. He was about to say something else, but couldn't when Sam walked up to them and began talking.

"Get this…" Sam started once he reached them. "According to the father of the first couple, his son and his girlfriend went hiking and was supposed to go back to his house for dinner, but never showed up. He thought they might've stayed the night in the mountain, so he waited until the next day." He takes a breath before going on. "They never showed up, so he called the police. The police checked out the area they were hiking and found the car, nobody in it. He said it seemed like they never went back to it. So he hikes up the hill a few minutes away from the car and that's when he notices the blood." He sets down the newspaper, and then pointed to the headline. "This says the police don't know what's going on, or where the couples went." He then pointed to the smaller print. "It also says that two couples disappeared within two days apart. Then two weeks later, two more go missing."

"Do you think someone from here had anything to do with them going missing?" Dean asked, reading over the newspaper afterwards.

"I don't think so," Sam shook his head. "It seems like everyone is just as confused and shocked that the couples went missing."

"What kind of… you know, thing could do this, and why?" Summer asked, joining inthe conversation.

"Well, that's the thing, we don't know. All I can think of is… this thing wants them for something. However, we don't know what yet." Sam replied.

"Dinner maybe?" Dean asked.

"Ew," Summer scrunched up her nose at the thought.

"There's no information in the newspaper on where this happened," Dean told them. "We'll have to find someone who is willing to tell us."

"Do you think someone will know though?" She asked. "I mean, wouldn't that be hush-hush with the police to help prevent more people going missing?"

"She's got a point," Sam said. "If we want any information, the police would be the only ones to ask."

Dean nodded. "We'll go to the station after we eat."

"How will you get any information?"

"We have our ways of getting any kind of information… even from the cops. We're good at fooling people," Dean replied with a grin now spreading across his lips.

"Of course," she said.

The waitress walked up to them and gave them their order. She asked Sam what he'd like, and he told her. Giving him a nod, she went back into the kitchen.

"You'll have to stay in the car while we speak with the police," Dean said to Summer while taking a bite of his burger.

"Why?"

"Why? It'll be too hard to explain who you are if we say, let's say, cops. If we say that, and they want to see ID's, we can show them. With you, it won't work, you won't have an ID, so you can't come in," Dean explained.

"Ok," Summer nodded. "I'll just stay in the car and wait."

"Sorry," Sam said.

"Don't worry about it. It's fine by me. You two have done this before, and I haven't."

"Let's hurry up and finish the food, and get going."

They began eating their food and chit-chatted for a couple of minutes. After about 15 minutes, they gathered up their stuff and left the diner and they eventually drove off toward the police station.