Chapter 7


Dean, Sam and Summer climbed in to Dean's car and drove toward the mountain where the couples went missing.

Dean looked at Summer through the rearview mirror and slightly raised his eyebrow. "Are you humming Metallica?"

She glanced up at him and nodded. "Yeah, I am."

"Are you a fan?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded again.

A grin appeared on his lips and he glanced at his brother. "So I guess I'm not the only one to like this type of music, not to mention Metillica."

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Guess not."

Dean leaned forward a bit and grabbed the case of tapes, and grabbed the Metallica tape, putting it in the tape player afterwards. Within a few seconds, the song, "Wherever I May Roam" blasted through the speakers.

"…and the road becomes my brideI have stripped of all but prideso in her I do confideand she keeps me satisfiedgives me all I need…"

The two men heard Summer singing along softly in the back.

"…and with dust in throat I crave. Only knowledge will I save, to the game you stay a slave. Rover wanderer nomad vagabond, call me what you will…"

"…But I'll take my time anywhere. Free to speak my mind anywhere, and I'll redefine anywhere. Anywhere I may roam. Where I lay my head is home..." Dean sang along.

The next part came through the speakers, and then both Dean and Summer's voice filled the car.

"…and my ties are severed clean
the less I have the more I gain
off the beaten path I reign
rover wanderer
nomad vagabond
call me what you will…"

Sam groaned and shut his eyes. "I'm surrounded by Metallica fans."

"…but I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere…"

Dean grinned and glanced at Summer again. "It's so nice to have someone to enjoy the same type of music," he said before glancing at Sam, referring him as the "someone" part.

"Sorry I can't be part of the metallica fan club, I don't like this kind of music," Sam replied. "Never did, and never will."

"Your loss then," Dean said with a shrug while resting one arm on the arm seat, gripping the steering wheel slightly, while gripping it tightly with the other hand. "Metallica—"

"…rules…"

Dean chuckled when he heard Summer say the same thing he was about to say.

Sam once again rolled his eyes, but this time at the both of them.

They got out of the car once they reached their destination, and stood in front of the pathway, which led to the crime scene where the last couple went missing.

Dean turned around, facing Sam and Summer and stood in front of them. "Ok, here's the plan. We'll split up, and look for anything that could help us with this investigation," he said before glancing at Sam. "I want you to look for any signs of paranormal." He then looked over at Summer. "I want you to look for any signs of blood. If you find the blood, call me," he said before he reached in to his coat pocket and pulled out a cell phone, and handed it to her. "My number is already on it."

She looked at him, a little unsure of what to say. "When—"

"I bought it while we were at that mall last week. I went to a phone store while you were getting clothes. I figured it would come in handy. Just don't lose it, that sucker cost me $100."

"Dean… you shouldn't have bought me a phone," Summer said, now shocked.

He waved his hand and shrugged. "It's no big deal. It's better to have a phone just in case something happens," he said before he turned around to walk along the pathway. "Let's get going, we need to do this before it gets dark."

Sam jogged up to Dean when Dean started to walk up the trail. He looked behind him and saw Summer was at least a few feet away. "Dude, you bought her a cell phone? Not to mention a $100 one?"

"Yeah, I bought her cell phone."

"You're the last person I'd thought who would buy someone something."

"I just thought it would come in handy. Besides, how else would she contact me when we aren't in the same area," Dean said looking over at Sam. "It's no big deal."

"It's a big deal when it comes to you Dean. You never do stuff like this," Sam said matter-a-fact.

Dean sighed. "Just let it go, Sam. I did something, ok? Now drop it," he said speeding up his pace and walked ahead of Sam.

They went in separate directions, and began their search for the things they would need to find in order to do the investigation.

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Sam walked along the pathway and kept his eyes fixed on different places, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. He noticed something on a tree, so he walked over to it and noticed marks. Looking at it closely, he realized they were claw marks. Tilting his head to the side, he began to wonder what kind of animal could make marks the size of a human hand. Pulling out his phone, he brought it up to the tree, and took a picture of the claw marks. He then turned around and head in a different direction.

After a couple of minutes, he heard a noise. He stopped walking, and listened closely to the sound. That was then he realized it was someone yelling for help. He quickly began running in the direction of the yell.

He spotted Dean near a hill, so he ran up to him.

"What's going on?" he asked while looking at him.

"Someone was calling for help, so I ran toward the person. I get here, and don't see anyone," Dean replied.

Sam looked at him with confusion. "Who would be calling for help anyway?"

Dean shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Could it be—"

Sam started to say, but was cut off by another yell.

"Down here!" the person called out.

They both glanced down, on the bottom of the hill; they saw Summer on the ground, up side down.

Instantly, the two made their way down the hill, and tried to get to her without slipping on the wet grass. Once they reached the bottom, they rushed over to her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Dean asked with a puzzled expression on his face.

"I fell and landed down here. Will you just help me out, already?"

Sam grabbed on to her, and helped her stand up straight.

"Thanks, Sam," she said, while she pushed her hair out of her face. She then looked over at Dean who was trying to keep himself from laughing. "Why are you laughing? Do you think this is funny?"

Dean cleared his throat, trying to stop, but another quite laugh escaped his lips.

This made her glare at him.

"Sorry…" he said, now trying even harder to stop.

"How did you fall?" Sam asked her.

"Someone pushed me," she told him.

"Pushed you?" Dean asked.

"Yeah, pushed me," she nodded. "God, I am so muddy," she said once she saw that every inch of her body had mud stuck to her.

This made Dean laugh again.

She stepped closer to him, and slapped him upside the head, not to hurt him, but to give him a warning.

"What the hell was that for?" he asked putting his hand to his head.

"For laughing at me," she told him.

"I'm sorry, but it's funny. You literally are covered in mud, and you look rather funny."

She once again glared at him.

Sam chuckled a little. "This reminds me of the time Dean and I had to run from his car, and jump off a bridge, and he lands in the mud. He smelled like a toilet."

"At least he knows how it feels to be covered in mud," Summer said.

"Yeah," Sam nodded.

"Can we go now, so I can take a shower?"

"No way are you getting in my car like that," Dean said shaking his head.

"Too bad Dean," she responded while she was already making her way up the hill.

"Oh, no you don't!" Dean said climbing up the hill, and tried to reach his car before she did.

Sam stood there for a moment and shook his head with a small chuckle. He then followed them.