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Chapter 4

Sam rolled over in his bed and read the alarm clock on the bed stand.

5:34 a.m.

If he was in still in college, he'd be sleeping in. A lot in. But different lifestyles called for different times. He slowly got out of bed as to not wake up Dean who was uncomfortably sleeping in the bed next to him. Sam had to check his bandaged arm to make sure he wasn't bleeding through. He slowly made his way out of bed and into the bathroom to shower and start off his day that consisted of research, research, and most importantly research. Somewhere around those times he hoped to get rid of the curse that was hovering above the wishing well.

Sam looked at Dean to make sure he was sleeping before he left the room. If he was lucky, Dean's brain wouldn't be working from all the pain killers he took and he'd sleep in giving Sam time to do his work in peace.

Sam made his way towards the square where the wishing well was located. Maybe he could find something there that would hopefully give him some answers. The square was empty with only a few people opening shop walking around. A certain shop that caught Sam's eye was a simple tent. It looked like something from a circus that a fortune teller would wourk out of. There were wind chimes dancing quietly in the wind and the smell of insense crept slowly from the tent. Sam made his way over to the shop and was greeted by a small, old looking woman.

'You need help I see.' The old woman croaked out walking slowly towards him. Sam put on a smile and nodded.

'About the wishing well, hmm?' Sam nodded agian. 'No I can't read your mind,' the old woman said taking out two seats for them and motioned for him to sit down. 'It's written all over your face, Sam.' Sam jaw drpooed a little and the woman smiled. 'I was here yesterday. It usually takes an incident like yesterday for someone to realize that I am indeed here.'

'So, you know my name but your's is..'

'Madame Haleen. And I can indeed help you with your wishing well issue. But first, I want you to tell me what you and your brother find so significant about this particular well, Sam.' Madam Haleen asked peering over at Sam through her specticals.

Sam took a deep breath and lookked at her uneasily. 'You're going to think this is crazy.'

'Sam, I run a business out of a tent. I think you'll be fine.'

Sam smiled. 'Me and my brother, we hunt supernatral things. You know, ghosts, demons. And I think that this well might be cursed but I'm not entirly sure. But you said you knew some things, right?'

'And what do your parents think about you hunting dangers like these? You must admit, it is indeed dangerous.'

Sam's expression changed slightly but Madame Haleen realized it immediatly. 'I'm sorry. For both your losses.' She said.

Sam nodded. 'It would be helpful if you could tell us about this well. Is it cursed?'

Madame Haleen laughed. 'Indeed, Sam you are right.'

Sam was puzzled. 'But you're a gypsie or something. Can't you do something about it?'

'Why would I want to?' She asked skeptically. 'Do you see anybody doing anything for me? Sam do yourself a favor and leave. No one will be doing anything for you even after you stop their so called horrible curse.'

Madame Haleen got up and started moving around her shop looking around. Sam also got up and followed her. 'You mean you actually know how to end this curse and you're doing nothing about it? People are dying and you still won't help.'

'I never said I could, Sam. I am just casually saying why would I want to try? Does anyone on this planet even know about me besides you right about now? I most certainly think not.' And with that she shoed him out of the tent.

'But please there must be something.' Sam went on.

Madame Haleen's patients seemed to be trailing off. 'You want something?' She said with an evil look in her eye. 'Here.' she said as she flipped him a large gold coin. 'Enjoy.' She finished walking into her tent again and dissapearing from view.

Sam looked closely at the gold coin. On one side it had an exact replica of grim reaper standing on his victims. Around the coin it was inscribed, 'Agelo della morte portare.' Sam raised his eyebrows. The writing was definatly not latin. He shoved the coin into his pocket and made his way back to the motel, unaware that Madame Haleen was still watching him.

Okay yes, this is short. But I didn't want to just not give you guys anything to read!! What kind of person would I be? So I'm still trying to work this one out. If you have any ideas of what I should add in, I'll give them some thought, tweek it a little bit. But for now .. read and review .. and of course enjoy!