On the Road

Winchesters

"So, Sam, do you have anything else to go on?" Dean asked. "Appearance? Voices? Anything?"

"Wha?" asked a very tired Sam.

"What did they look like, Sam?"

"Oh.. Well one of them was kind of short, dirty blond, British accent."

"British accent?"

"Yeah. The other was American, tall, wheat blond hair."

"Well that's not a lot to go on."

"I found it odd, though."

"What odd, Sam?"

"The taller guy, Alfred. He was wearing a bomber jacket from World War Two..."

America's House

Arthur's POV

Arthur was in the guest room, unpacking his belongings. He hadn't intended on staying, but he figured it was for the best. He didn't exactly have a lot of stuff, but most of them he never left without. One of the most precious things to him was his mothers journal that he's had since the day she died. It was damaged in a fire and from old age but Arthur had tried very hard to preserve and rewrite it in another book. He'd been working on it for several years now, whenever he had the time. Suddenly the temperature of the room chilled. Deciding he would fully unpack his stuff later, Arthur stood up and brushed himself off. As he was doing so, he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. It had seemed almost like a cloud of black smoke. He glances around cautiously, trying to spot what he had seen in his peripheral vision. That was when the lights started to flicker...

Winchesters

"World War Two?" Dean asked. "Was it a vision from the past?"

"I don't think so" Sam said. "I remember seeing something modern in the room; something from our time."

"Can you remember?"

Sam closed his eyes, trying to focus on his dream. He remembered seeing pictures on the ledge of the fireplace. It was dark, though, so he couldn't tell if they were colored or not. Then he saw it; the thing that made all the difference.

"Modern time" Sam stated. "Guy had a flat screen."

Arthur's POV

Arthur kept his eyes on the mirror by pure instinct. It was directly across from the doorway, so he could see if anyone was going to sneak up on him. All of a sudden, the lights stopped flickering, and the room got brighter. Was it gone..? Then Arthur saw a figure in the doorway. Swallowing his panic, he sighed.

"Damn it, Alfred, you can't scare me, you know."

"Aw" Alfred whined, stepping into the room. "I thought I could for once..!"

Arthur noticed the room warm significantly, indicating the threat was gone.

"How did you do all that?" Arthur asked.

"Do what? All I did was walk in here."

Perhaps it was something paranormal Arthur thought. What could it have been?

"Artie?"

A spirit? This place seems old enough to hold at least one.

"Hello? Earth to Artie!"

I can't think like this. I need some tea...

"Iggy!"

"WHAT?!"

"You just kinda spaced out there for a second. I was checking if you were okay..."

"I'm fine" Arthur snapped. "Now let me change."

"For what?"

Alfred didn't receive a reply. He merely got shoved out of the room, the door slamming behind him. In a moment, it flew open, Arthur storming out of it. He was now wearing a white shirt and brown pants. Alfred followed him down the stairs and to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Alfred asked.

"Out" Arthur stated, throwing on his jacket that matched the color of his pants. "Away from here."

"Wait, Artie! Dont-" SLAM! ".. Leave me alone..."

((A new chapter! I'm kind of upset because I had like at least three more chapters written out and I can't get to them... So, I had to take this one from memory, change a few things, rearrange, and voila! New chapter! It may raise new questions such as:

"Is Yellow-Eyes there?"

or

"Was that what that was?"

Maybe even:

"Does America know something?"

My answer to all of those is: Maybe.

Heehee!

Hope you enjoyed!))