Once Sam and Dean arrived in Danvers, a town not too far from Salem, they decided to spent the night here at another infamous cheap and rough looking motel called Endicott Motel. As usual, the room was far from being luxurious and tidy. It was a poorly decorated room ; the paint was so damn old and used that it even started to peel off from the walls…Not to mention the room had a very funky smell to it too. The carpet was so filthy that it gave the impression that it hadn't been washed or replaced in ages. But it was just another normal night for the Winchester brothers ; they were used to sleeping in crappy motels or in the uncomfortable precious Impala. By all means, never ever even think about sleeping in a car that has leather seats ; the leather will latch onto your skin, and when you wake up, it isn't pretty and it hurts like Hell. Sam, on the other hand, learned that the hard way…..And Dean profited from the entertainment by laughing his ass off.

Dean randomly threw his luggage on top of one the bed's that was closer to the door, whereas he placed Sam's things on the other bed . As expected, geek boy wonder immediately took out his laptop from his luggage and promptly went to sit on the end of the bed, lifting the laptop screen so that he could start his research on the pentagram he spotted on the demon's neck line. Out of all the pentagrams and voodoo symbols that the Winchester brothers happened to come across, they'd never set eyes on the one they saw awhile back. It had a strange and unfamiliar aspect , not to mention the shape was out of the ordinary (well, they were dealing with the Supernatural here, nothing was normal!).

Not wanting to disturb his little brother while he's working , the older Winchester simply shrugged and slumped down onto the hard mattress of the bed, his head then leaning against one of the spotted pillows as his hand went on the small desk pilled in the middle of the two beds. His hand eagerly brushed along the wooden surface, happy to know that he had finally found the remote to the small and out dated television . He lazily slid a hand behind his head to add more "cushioning" comfort as he randomly surfed through the channels ; in which none seemed to be quite appealing and interesting for his own personal tastes. On the other hand, Dean would gladly offer Sam his help if he ever got himself in a tight spot in his research…But research and history weren't exactly his forte…So, it was best if Dean let Sam do all the book work, and leave the artillery and shooting to "Rambo On Steroids", which was none other than Dean himself.

Time passed and it seemed as if thought Dean had been rotting on that bed for ages, considering there was absolutely nothing, and he meant nothing, playing on the T.V that night. He was literally thinking that he was bound to wind up going insane.

"Hey Dean, I think I found something." Said Sam, not removing his gaze from his precious laptop's screen.

Dean let out a longing sigh of relief, quickly sitting himself up as he headed towards Sam. He tilted his head over to the side, peering over the younger Winchester's shoulder , blinking a few times.

"Thank god…Right on cue too! So, talk to me, what ya got?" Dean said in a rather eager voice…Which was starting to make lil ol' Sammy uncomfortable.

"Right…Well it says here that the symbol we saw on the demon's neck was used in while the Salem Witch Hunt and Trials in the late 16 century. It mentions that it's purpose was to separate the "Witches" from the Catholics."

"Uhhhh…Enlighten me here but…Witch hunt? " Dean said with confusion hinting off in his voice as his hand went to scratch the back of his head.

"Dude, are you that dense? Didn't you listen in school?" Sam turned around with a rather shocked expression, mixed with disappointment as he glanced at his brother.

"Hahahahaha, really funny. Now tell me about this Witch hunt business or I'll wipe that look right off your face Geek Boy."

Sam shook his head lightly before murmuring a few words under his breath before drawing his attention back to the large amount of text on his laptop. "The Salem Witch Trials begun in 1692 in which resulted in convictions and executions for witch craft in Salem, Massachussetts. It was told that they have argued on the fact that it was probably some Puritan witch hysteria ; stories that people took a bit too seriously. Over 20 people were executed, and approximately 200 people were imprisoned. It all started when some family had two young kids throwing things around in their rooms, uttering strange and bizarre words , hiding under furniture or simply keeping themselves in peculiar positions. When the Reverend preached, the girls covered their ears as if the sermons were dreadful and horrible. A doctor named William Griggs mentioned that he couldn't find any physical evidence of any aliment. Some around the village started acting the same way…"

"O..k. I get all that, but what does that have to do with the symbol and the Witch hunting crap?" Dean said, trying to make Sam get to the point since if his thoughts about the demons they've encountered with the same symbol on their necks was right , then they had no time to loose.

"Will you let me finish? God…Alright, so a group of girls started to play around with the whole Witchcraft occult while trying out reading and telling their fortunes. They would also try old and cheap magic tricks like make an egg white float in a vessel of water in order to make a "Crystal Ball" in attempt to divine the profession of their future spouses. The so called "game" became frightening and creepy when one of the girls saw a coffin in the glass. Not too long after that, the girls started to have fits. That's when people started to think that it was the misuse of dangerous magic. The doctors weren't able to find any medical basis for the girls' symptoms…So, the doctor Diagnosed them as being bewitched. Once again, shortly after that, a woman named Silby was publicly humiliated during her Church services by Parris, in which stated "going to the devil for help against the devil". After much praying and exhortation, the "fortune telling girls", willingly or unwillingly, decided to give out names of so called "Bewitched people" thus witches."

"So…That's how the Trials started, right? " Dean said, almost sounding like a whisper as he still seemed to try and process the heap of information that was thrown at him.

"Yes, Dean, it's how it all started. Congratulations! Want a cookie? "

" Bitch " . Dean grumbled lightly.

"Jerk " . Sam replied swiftly before a sly smirk drew itself across his lips, causing an amusing chuckle to stir out of his throat afterwards .

Dean simply shook his head with an annoyed look on his face ; they were in a hunt, it was no time for fun and games."Do you think the Salem Witch Trials may have something to do with the heap of demons that we're been running into this week? Cause the last time I checked, we were headed towards Salem…"

Sam glanced at Dean, then back at his laptop screen as he blankly stared at the web page he found about the pentagram. He started to ponder deeply on what he older brother mentioned, and that maybe, just maybe, there was a connection between the Trials and the sudden amount of demons that had been appearing lately. These weren't ordinary demons….They had these…powers, if one could say so. Never before had they run into a monster that could shoot fire bolts out of their hands. Things were starting to get more interesting by the day.

"It could be a possibility, Dean .Though we can't be too sure just yet until we make a trip to Salem."

The younger Winchester turned off his laptop before gently pushing down the screen. He let out a light sigh, then a tired yawn before simply stretching his arms out and flopping back against the hard bed mattress. He motioned his hand to graze up to his face while he started to gently rub his tired eyes some to keep them wide open. It was the first time this week that the Winchester brothers decided to crash in a motel than to simply stick with sleeping in uncomfortable positions in Dean's precious Impala. Plus, the numerous confrontations they've been into left them roughed up and injured at some places ; comparing that to sleeping in a cheap ass motel was sort of a luxury for Sam and Dean at this point.

Sam's head tilted to the side, lazily glancing over at the small clock that indicated that it was about midnight. Usually, the brothers ended their hunts early in the morning, like at 2 or 3 am. It was a relief to know that Sam could catch a couple more hours of sleep tonight than his usual lapse of sleep, which was 3 hours, or 4 if he was lucky considering they left early in the morning.

"Alright, well, I'm going to take a quick shower then we'll catch some z's " said Dean while he marched off to the rather narrow bathroom.

"Gotcha" Sam said lightly before the door to the bathroom was shut, listening to the sound of water running.

Sam sighed softly once more before simply staring aimlessly and blankly up towards the ceiling, in which had old and yellowed water stains that the owner of the motel never bothered to repair ; or at least hide with a fresh new coat of paint since the room desperately needed one anyways. His deep hazel eyes slowly started to close before soon after, his mind was set at ease and drifted into a light slumber. His arms immediately came to rest behind his head, all while assuming a crossing position to add more cushioning to the pillow It wasn't until several minutes later, once he was completely calm and at ease that Sam suddenly had a sharp and large surge of pain shoot through his mind , causing him to groan and grunt out in pain while his hands reflexively came to hold his head.

Sam tilted over on his side, his narrow eyes shutting tightly as his nose started to bleed. Such symptoms and behavior only meant one thing ; Sam was going all psychic and he was having another one of his visions. While assuming some version of the fetal position, thousands of images appeared inside his mind like if it were a slideshow. All that Sam could see was the vision of a woman with long red hair being attacked by some sort of…dark and gruesome looking creature of the night. What he saw next was enough of an alarming reason to try and prevent the girl from getting her life , or more specifically her soul, sucked right out of her.

Once his vision sequence ended in a rather random and brutal matter, he was left grunting out of pain while breathing as if he'd been drowning under water. It took him a few moments before finally completely grasping reality and the importance of the situation that he was now in before realizing Dean had been kneeling beside him, shaking his shoulder firmly in order to snap him back into reality.

"Are you with me Sammy? Talk to me god damnit!!"

"Dean…We gotta go, now." Sam said while slowly but surely removing himself from the bed to stand up. He tumbled to the side a bit, his hand immediately reaching out to hold on to something to keep him standing straight.

"Whoa whoa whoa Geekboy, wait a second here. Did you just have another vision?"

Sam tried shaking the feeling of fatigue and weariness which clouded his mind in order to focus on the task that was thrust upon him. He had to prevent that vision from happening ; Sam couldn't and wouldn't allow another life to be lost by the hands of hellish and heartless demons….Too many sacrifices have been made and too much blood has been spilt. Sam was determined to stop this vision from happening, with our without any help what so ever.

"Yeah Dean, I had another vision. Look, I don't have any time to explain, but we need to get our asses on the road, now. I'll try and give you as much detail as possible on the way…"

The younger Winchester cocked his head to the side lightly, gazing towards Dean with a dead serious and worried look in his endless sea of deep hazel eyes. Sam only hoped that his brother would cut the crap and just trust him with what he was saying so that they could get on the road as quickly as possible. No one was going to die tonight. No one.

And he would make sure of it…

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Hope you all liked the second chapter of my beautiful story folks! Sorry it took me so long, been having problems with the computer. Your reviews and comments are much appreciated, though I would really love to have more from you all.

I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL!

The only thing I own is the plot, the main baddie that I shall reveal later on in the story, and my OC girl, Amberlyn.

I won't be able to continue the fic for about a week since I'm going on vacation Saturday. I'll continue the story after I get back, promise! 333