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A/N: Awesomeness happened when I posted this story. How so, you ask? Five minutes after it was posted, it already got a favorite story. I just find that awesome.

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Chapter Two – Something Out There

"Will you guys hurry it up? I'm getting a bad feeling about this… Something's here with us, and I'm not talking about the cute little forest critters…"

Jordan wrinkled her brow and gripped her shotgun and flashlight tighter in her hand.

"Yeah, yeah… we're going. Digging a hole in the ground deep enough to get a casket out of isn't as easy as it looks," Sam grumbled.

"Umm, I've done it before, Einstein," Jordan replied. "I know it's hard, but just hurry it up!"

"Both of you shut up before I either knock you both out with this shovel or start singing Gravedigger by Willie Nelson," Lyn growled. "Probably the latter, because otherwise I'd have to do the rest of the work by myself. Jeez, I am so freaking sick of digging up random retards who won't stay dead…"

"Amen to that… But seriously… please hurry up. I'm starting to get really freaked out."

Jordan looked around her and, catching a glimpse of something moving through the trees, pointed her shotgun towards the source of movement. "Uh… guys… did you see that?"

"Not unless by 'that' you mean 'dirt' or 'shovels,'" Lyn answered darkly. "Why? What do you see?"

"Something moved… over there… I'm sure it's just a deer or something," Jordan murmured, letting out a breath she'd been holding.

Sam and Lyn were halfway done with the digging when Jordan heard a twig crack behind her. She whirled around and aimed her shotgun.

"Probably should've figured out by now that it's never 'just a deer,'" Lyn murmured, eyes darting around suspiciously.

Jordan took a few steps toward the noise, her shotgun pointed at the trees. "What the – Whatever…"

She turned back around, but before she could take even half a step, something pulled her back and started dragging her into the woods. Twigs and holly leaves were digging into her skin and scratching her as something pulled her along by the hair.

"Don't just stand there like morons – screw the freaking shoveling, Jordan's in trouble!" Lyn yelled, darting after the beam of Jordan's flashlight with shotgun at the ready.

"Who the hell are you!? Let me go!" Jordan screamed and thrashed around, trying to get loose. "Ahgh --" She hit her head against something while being pulled and her vision went fuzzy at the edges before completely blacking out.

"Jordan! If you can hear me, scream! JORDAN!" Dean yelled as he ran in the direction she had been pulled.

"You guys see anything!?" Sam yelled to Lyn and Dean.

"Oh, great," Lyn murmured, kneeling on the ground with wide eyes. She could hear her heart hammering in her ears, and she tried to keep her voice under control as she called out, "Guys, her flashlight's over here – and there's blood on a rock!"

"Shit… SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled as he knelt next to Lyn.

Sam put his hand on Lyn's shoulder. "We'll find her…"

"But that's not the question, is it?" Lyn asked hoarsely. "It's what happens when we find her." She paused and shook her head. "Jeez, I'm so blame useless…"

"You are not useless… It just happened so fast," Sam said gently. "Come on, let's do research. I think the thing that took her might've been responsible for the disappearances in this town."

"It always does," Lyn said grimly, "but that doesn't change the fact that I just lost my sister to God only knows what, or that it's my freaking fault that she was out here in the first place."