"No, No, No, Sammy no." Dean stared in horror at the surrounding area. Parking in the spot, Sam indicated he again shook his head. Crossing his arms, he ground out "I'm not leaving her here. No, No, No, look around Sammy, she could get wrecked, stolen, scratched, breathed on wrong, nope not going to do it."
Sam drew in a breath, trying and failing to calm himself. "Look Dean there's no other place to stay within thirty miles. We've got to be here if we want a chance at catching that thing. Besides you've parked the car in worse places."
"Not willingly Sam" Dean stared at the tiny one room cabin before him. The parking space he'd pulled into was a tiny bit of stone leading up to the front of the cabin. The problem was that due to the length of the Impala her back end now stuck out onto the roadway behind them. While Dean sat, stubbornly refusing to meet his brother's eyes, he saw no less than three kids careen past the back end, their bikes only inches from the car's bumper. Glaring at Sam, Dean climbed out of the car, turning his back on the campsite next to them he reached into the backseat to grab out his gear. As he bent over something slammed into his back, nearly knocking him into the car's backseat.
Turning in an instant, Dean could already feel a wetness seeping down the back of his legs. Glaring he met the, oh so innocent face of a seven year old boy, who held another water balloon behind his back. The kid shrugged in the face of Dean's glare and shouted out "Sorry Mister" before turning and chasing after his friends. Dean ignored the squishing in his boots and sent Sam a glare guaranteed to wipe the smirk off his brother's face.
Sam quickly swallowed his laughter, as Dean turned to glare at him. Guessing that the better part of valor was in fact discretion, Sam merely headed towards the front door, well honestly the only door of the cabin. Walking in, he paused in the threshold, Dean stepping up next to him. Trying his best not to look dismayed Sam turned towards Dean and said, "See it's not too bad"
Dean didn't bother to stifle the growl that emanated from him, turning towards the bunk beds that lined one side of the cabin he laid his gear on the bottom one. Totally ignoring Sam, he pawed through his clothes trying to find something clean. Finally, he grabbed out a clean tee shirt and a clean pair of jeans and turned towards the room. Glancing in confusion Dean asked, "Where's the bathroom."
Sam actually swallowed, before he answered knowing the outburst that would follow. Dean had few pleasures in his life and in about five minutes time Sam had managed to step on them all. First had been the parking situation and now..."Well there is no bathroom, Dean. There's a public shower with restrooms over that way." Sam waved a hand vaguely, backing towards the door, he continued, "I'll go get us a bite to eat. Meet you back here." Sam actually shouted the last few words over his shoulder as he took off out the door and down the dirt path that connected the campground to the amusement park.
Dean stared after his brother, mouth agape. Swearing to himself that this was the last time he allowed Sam to come up with a 'plan' Dean quickly changed before heading out after his brother. There was no way he was going to sit around waiting in a room that was little more than a square box, with neither an air conditioner nor a TV. At least in the park, he had a chance of killing something, if not the wraith then who knew, maybe he would run into Sam.
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Frank Thompson could not tear his eyes away from her. Her long black hair that hung like a curtain down her back, silk couldn't rival its shine. Her skin was tan and firm her legs long and encased in a pair of short-shorts. She wore a tank top, her arms slender and graceful, as she flitted about, teasing a group of young men that were watching avidly. Tipping back her head she laughed, a light lilting sound, at something one of the young men said.
She was perfect, he thought to himself. Just the way he liked them, young and naïve. He had tried so hard to push away the urge, for four years he had been good. Working and moving on with his life, he had honestly thought he was better. Until she had come along, it had all ended on a whim and now, he found that he not only couldn't stop he didn't want to.
It was the chase, it all began and ended with the chase. He moved slightly to the left, as a large woman blocked his view. Growling with frustration at the crowded fairway, he bumped shoulders with a man. Sparing the man a glance, he quickly noted the short haircut, solid, six-foot frame, and near military bearing. Tossing a quick sorry over his shoulder Frank quickly turned away from the man. Everything about him screamed cop, scared that he'd been found out, Frank melted back into the crowd, loosing sight of the black haired girl as he did.
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Dean fought his way through the crowd, careful of the small children and even smaller dogs that darted this way and that. As he walked, he couldn't help but relax a bit as the familiar sights and sounds of the amusement park washed over him. He himself had never been a huge fan of amusement rides; he found the lack of control unnerving. But, Sam, well he was another story. The kid had spent a large part of their youth begging their dad to allow him to visit every and any country carnival they came across. And, it had always fallen to Dean to accompany Sam on the rides. Dean smiled at the remembrance, while in his opinion, the rides had left a lot to be desired, watching Sam act the part of a normal kid had thrilled Dean to no end. In fact, he had often added his pleas to his brothers in order to convince their dad to drop them off at the different carnivals from time to time.
While making his way through the crowd, Dean felt someone bump into him. Meeting the older man's eyes, Dean nodded at the guy's muttered apology. Continuing on, he scanned the crowd for Sam, one plus of his brother's abnormal height was the ease with which Dean could pick him out in a crowd. While scanning the crowd, Dean spotted the man that had bumped into him once more, the man was merging into a noisy crowd of people. Resisting the urge to shudder, Dean continued to watch the man a moment more.
"Dean, where are you man, I've been calling your name for an hour." Sam snapped his fingers under Dean's nose, trying to rouse his brother from his sightless stare.
Dean brushed Sam's hand away from his face, "What?"
Sam frowned at his brother, the hair on the back of his neck rising. Following Dean's glance, Sam looked for anything out of the ordinary. "What, I was calling for you, man. Did you see something?"
Dean brought his focus back to Sam, rubbing the back of his neck he shook off the unease that had gripped him for a moment, "No." Glancing once more, towards where he had seen the man disappear, Dean shook off his unease. Turning towards his brother, he growled, "Public Showers, Sam. Did you happen to look at these showers before you signed us up for 'Sleepaway Camp'? There's daddy long-legged spiders the size of hamsters in there."
Sam raised a brow, "Sleepaway Camp. When did you ever go to camp?"
Dean rolled his eyes, "You know Sammy you really are a geek. 'Sleepaway Camp' come on it's a classic, kids go to camp, and die by drowning, decapitation, bees and I even think a curling iron played a part in some poor girls death."
Sam frowned for a moment, "A curling iron, how can a girl die by a curling iron?" Sam asked.
Dean simply smirked at his brother waiting for the answer to hit him. As the blush started at the base of Sam's neck and began moving up into his face, Dean let out a guffaw. "Right so anyway, we eating or what."
Sam avoided his brother's gaze as he pointed towards a pizza booth across the way. 'I ordered us a pie already it should be up soon."
Stepping towards a table near the booth, Dean kept watch over the crowd. He hated to admit it but he always felt a bit too exposed in venues like this. Rubbing his hand over the back of his neck once more, he again shook off his earlier feeling of unease.
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Frank snaked behind the lemonade stand, hoping to avoid the young man's intense gaze. There was something about the young man's bearing that worried Frank; he had an intensity that was hard to explain away. He didn't fit the bill of an irritated father, dragging around a passel of kids, and he was alone, which suggested he wasn't with a girl. Frank's frown increased as he watched another young man join the first. A tinge of unease ran down his spine as he noticed that the other young man also seemed to exude a confidence above and beyond the average guy. Vowing to keep a closer eye on the two men, Frank once again blended in with the crowd.
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Sam and Dean sat at a round table, with a half-eaten pie and a couple of sodas spread out before them. Taking a large bite, Dean groaned in pleasure. "Oh, that's good. Gotta say Sammy though the accommodations leave a bit to be desired, the food rocks. Look at this we got pizza, barbeque, fried potato patty's, whatever the hell they are, and pickles on a stick, all in the same thirty-foot space."
Sam smiled slightly at his brother's enthusiasm, wiping his mouth; he asked, "So what was up earlier? You seemed pretty uptight." Dean's obvious unease had taken Sam by surprise. He himself hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary but that didn't rule anything out. Dean's sixth sense was uncanny.
Dean turned, his gaze roaming the darkened sidewalks. The crowds had begun thinning out around nine o'clock and with only a half-hour until the park closed for the night, there were only stragglers, looking for last minute rides and late night snacks. "Dunno Sam, something just seemed wrong. So you wanna take a walk along the stream, who knows maybe we'll dig up something."
Sam nodded, sipping his soda "Yeah, we need to stop this thing before anyone else gets hurt." Standing he quickly gathered up their trash and tossed it. "So far the three men have been less than stellar citizens but still, we need to get this one wrapped up."
Dean nodded, tossing his own drink in the trash he said, "you said the first was a convicted sex offender right." At Sam's confirming nod Dean continued, "and the next was a college kid right?"
"Yeah, Matt Cooper, I talked to a couple of his buddies, they claim he was stepping out on no less than three different girls." Sam shrugged, "and the third was a deadbeat Dad. He was doing his best to skip out on child support."
"Great so whatever it is it's a water spirit with a conscience. God, I hate it when the ghosts go vigilante on us." Dean said as he and Sam came abreast of the stream. Walking along the bank, they met several people, out to enjoy the evening air. "This is bad news Sammy; even if we do spot this thing, what the hell can we do about it in this crowd."
Sam shrugged surprised to see the number of people walking along the water at this late hour. "Not sure Dean, we'll just have to keep patrolling. Things should continue to clear out."
Three hours later found Dean once again slapping away a mosquito. Taking on the first nights watch, he had sent Sam back to the cabin to get some sleep. He had continued walking up and down the length of the stream keeping a sharp eye out for anything out of the ordinary. Shrugging his shoulders as a feeling of unease gripped him once more, Dean went on alert. Stepping into the shadows, he proceeded to scan the whole area again. He'd had the same feeling two other times since he'd begun walking along the stream, not to mention the times inside the park.
Listening hard, he realized the normal sounds of nature had stopped. There was no more, chirping from the crickets and even the frogs along the stream seemed to have stopped their noise. Knowing that something was off, but not sure what it was, he pulled his gun from the back of his jeans, where it had rested. He felt a twinge of regret for the leather jacket that he normally wore. He had left it off simply because it was too hot, not to mention it would set him apart from the rest of the crowd. Normally, the coat would offer a multitude of weapons choices, from his bowie knife to holy water, stripped of it, as he was, he had only the gun, and a small silver knife strapped to his lower leg.
Careful to keep the gun out of plain view, Dean began retracing his steps. As he rounded a grouping of trees, he noticed a woman. She had long dark hair, her eyes were a deep dark brown, and her skin was pale, tinged with pink along her high cheekbones. She seemed to be crying, a steady line of tears made tracks down her cheeks. His unease forgotten for a moment, Dean stepped towards her, his intention to offer comfort.
Sam had awoken to the sound of his watch alarm going off. Slipping into a pair of jeans and a clean tee shirt, he left the cabin. Heading down the hill towards the park and the stream, he stretched, reaching his arms far over his head. Although he'd had nearly four hours of sleep it seemed as if he'd just laid down moments ago. Though the feeling might have something to do with the fact that he'd had to climb up onto the top bunk, and once spread out on the hard mattress, he'd realized that his feet hung over the edge by a good bit. It had taken close to an hour to finally fall asleep and even then he'd been plagued by odd dreams. He vowed the next night he would simply throw the mattress on the floor and call it a bed, rather than bother with the bunk. At least that way he didn't have to be concerned about rolling off.
Once near the stream, Sam quickly scanned the area, trying to spot Dean. Unable to see his brother, he picked a direction and began walking. As he rounded a bend, he saw Dean in front of him, studying something intently. Calling out to him, Sam was surprised when Dean didn't even acknowledge him. Hurrying a bit, he drew closer, following Dean's gaze, he saw a woman, not more than a few steps in front of Dean. Confusion clouded Sam's features as he regarded his brother and the young woman. Again, calling his brother's name Sam moved closer, pulling out his gun once he noticed that the woman's feet weren't touching the ground. Bringing the gun up, he took aim, not willing to allow the woman to hurt Dean. But, she simply stood there, not trying to entice Dean or harm him, after a moment she simply disappeared. Moving towards his brother once again, Sam couldn't help but ask, "What the hell was that."