Thanks for the reviews! They're much appreciated!! And since I can't reply to you Brokenwind- thanks for the encouragement!!

Here's chapter 2! There's a lot of plot development in this, as well as some action and banter…but Chapter 3 is just full of excitement so if you've read along so far- trust me the next chapter is not to be missed (although I may be biased seeing as how I wrote it :-)

And before I get yelled at: I know that Dean does something very un-Dean like in this chapter, but let's just say that there's not a lot of blood circulating to his head right now. ;-)

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Chapter 2- Poltergeist

Sam found a nearby local motel without much difficulty. He automatically got a room with two beds, not realizing what he had done until he was in the room. Staring at the other bed he laughed at himself knowing that Dean would have a field day mocking him if he ever found out about the second bed.

A shower later, Sam was lying on his bed searching the internet for more information. The internet search revealed some interesting facts. The first two victims had been in their 40s and were found the next morning in the newly made foundation of the construction site. Both victims had died of sudden heart attacks. The third victim was found two days later. The construction crew once again came in to begin the day's work and found 25 year old Hank Jarrett dead having shot himself through the eye with a nail gun. Then there was today's victim, 37-year-old Mike Willis. He had been hit by a car by the construction site at 4 am yesterday morning. He had died three hours later.

Sam considered the new information. There were four deaths and other than the first two, the deaths had little in common other than the construction site. He would need more information. Shutting down his laptop, Sam set his alarm for 7 am. Tomorrow he would visit the construction site.

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Meanwhile, at the girls' dormitory, Dean found himself seated in the common room, the main subject of a 3 am 'dorm meeting'. Apparently there were 16 girls in total that lived in the haunted dorm and the six girls who had not been at the bar, were not as thrilled about having a random 'ghost hunter' live with them for a few days. Four of the girls main issues seemed to be related to the fact that their boyfriends couldn't stay over, so why could a stranger. The other two girls insisted that Dean was a homicidal serial killer and they didn't want to be raped and murdered. While insulted at being thought of as a serial killer, Dean found himself having the most respect for these two girls who seemed to be the only ones being smart about this.

While the argument raged on, Dean found himself thinking that the dorm itself was not how Dean had pictured it. This dorm was in a 'cottage,' surrounded by forest. The front door led to the common room and kitchen and eight double rooms came directly off of the common area. A common bathroom was also attached to the common room. Dean wondered how anyone slept at night with their room right off of the common room; it had to be loud. But then he saw a sign on the wall that read: 'House rules: No TV, music, or talking after midnight'. Dean laughed…well that had to suck. Although clearly, as it was 3 am, the house rules didn't always apply. The argument continued for another hour and a half before the girls agreed that Dean could stay as well as the boyfriends, provided nobody 'heard anything'…

The decision was announced, all the girls nodded, and then all the bedroom doors opened and slammed shut on their own. Startled, all the girls ran to the middle of the room, huddled together. The girls from the bar announced, "See! This is exactly why we need him!" Dean himself looked around for further activity while silently cursing. All eight doors opened and shut at the same time. These girls didn't have a ghost; they had a poltergeist. He rubbed his head in annoyance…he had grabbed the wrong stuff from the car. He sighed and looked at the huddled mass that was staring at him. "Uh…ladies, I can handle this, but you should know, this isn't a ghost…"

The girls stared confused and one asked the obvious question, "Well then what is it?"

Dean walked to the kitchen to see what the girls had available. "It's a poltergeist."

"Like the movie?"

Dean nodded, "Kind of…Look, a ghost wouldn't be able to be everywhere at once. You beautiful ladies have an energy force here. Although I can't tell if it's being mischievous or if it's pissed."

The lights flickered and a knife hurdled itself out of a drawer and at Dean's head. Dean saw the knife, heard a girl scream 'Look out!', and then felt pain as he jumped to the side and the knife went through his shoulder.

"Son of bitch!" Dean clutched his left arm while looking at the knife in his shoulder. "Alright…I'm gonna go with pissed." Dean looked at the steak knife that was embedded in his shoulder. Having received many similar injuries, Dean knew that the dull knife had hit only muscle, but it hurt like a bitch anyway.

Seeing their savior hurt, the girls all ran over to him asking if he were ok. Dean couldn't help but laugh at such a ridiculous question. Of course he wasn't ok, there was a knife coming out of his shoulder. Looking around he saw some of the girls crying and realized that he had been more than a little arrogant when he had offered to help these girls, and on his own no less. Still, the situation was that he was the handsome knight and they were the damsels in distress depending on him. And while, yes, it would have been a better scenario if he could have banished a ghost easily and then reaped his savior rewards, this scenario still didn't all suck. Sixteen beautiful girls were depending on him to save them.

Throwing on a reassuring smile, Dean addressed the pack. "I think your poltergeist is a bit jealous and wants me out of the way as competition. And I can't really say as I blame it, I wouldn't want to go up against this face." Several girls laughed and several others rolled their eyes. "Either that or it knows I'm here to destroy it and it doesn't like that." He looked around for retaliation for that comment. Upon seeing none he continued, "Here's the thing. I thought we were dealing with a ghost, so I didn't bring any of the stuff that I would need to do a house cleansing. So, I'm gonna need someone to drive me to the hospital to get this taken care of and then drive me to…wherever my brother got a motel room so that I can get the stuff for the cleansing." The girls still looked upset, "The good news is, I can do the cleansing during the day when you ladies are at class…or whatever you do and by tomorrow night, you'll be poltergeist free." Dean looked around again before adding, "Probably."

The girls continued to look upset and one of them spoke up, "But what about tonight? How can we sleep here? It just tried to kill you."

Dean nodded, that was a good point. "Well, it aimed the knife at me, and other than opening the shower curtains while you're in the shower or pulling your pajamas off while you're asleep," Dean resisted following that mental image, "it doesn't seem to be going after you."

The girls didn't look reassured and Dean tried again, "Like I said, I think it just doesn't like me, you should be safe. And actually, I think it likes you ladies…a lot. Uh…if you catch my drift."

One of the girls who had protested Dean's presence spoke up, "Oh that makes me feel so much better. I've got a tent. I'm sleeping outside."

Three other girls opted to join her in the tent. The girls with boyfriends opted to join them for the night and blonde girl with the black t-shirt, who may or may not have been Tristy, offered to drive Dean to the hospital and then the Impala. Dean shook his head. Sixteen girls at once…this was turning out to be a bit much- even for him.

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At 7:30 am, completely unaware of what was going on with his brother, Sam left for the construction site. He dressed in a black suit to play the part of an FBI agent. Once at the site, he was greeted by friendly construction workers who seemed to be as eager as he was to figure out what was going on at the site. Unfortunately, the workers seemed to have no more information than Sam had…with one exception. They did have the name (Al Fresing) and address of the man who had hit Mike Willis with his car the day before. They gave Sam the information, questioning him as to why the FBI didn't have that information already. Making up excuses, Sam thanked the construction workers and set out to find Al Fresing.

Ten minutes later, Sam pulled up at the entrance to a trailer park. Al Fresing's trailer was in the park's second row. The blue trailer appeared well kept and looked to have been recently re-sided. Flowerpots filled with an assortment of red and yellow flowers lined the trailer's front wall and red tulips stood in the window boxes. Taking a breath, Sam knocked on the door.

A middle aged woman in a day gown peeked her head threw the chain on the door. Sam introduced himself, "Good morning ma'am. My names David Marks, I'm with the FBI." Sam held up a badge. "I'd like to speak with Al Fresing please."

The woman closed the door, removed the chain, and opened the door for Sam to enter. As he entered, she spoke, "That accident was an accident. The man was crazy. Even the ambulance people will tell you. He just went an' jumped in front of my Al." She looked Sam in the eye, "This is disturbin' him enough as it is. You can't blame him for this." She looked pleadingly at Sam and his heart broke for her and her husband.

Sam took the woman's hand and nodded, "Your husband's not under investigation ma'am. I'm just trying to recreate Mike Willis' last moments." The woman looked relieved and nodded. Then she pointed to the couch where her husband sat staring at his beer. Sam walked over and sat in one of the kitchen chairs facing the couch. "Sir? I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm with the FBI and we're investigating Mike Willis. Sir…what can you tell me about the accident?"

The man shrugged and stared into space, "I was on my way ta work. I work at the factory two towns over, we gotta be there by 5am. I drive past that construction area every day. Used ta be just trees in that area." Mr. Fresing shook his head and took a sip of his beer. He had tears in his eyes, "I didn't see 'im till I hit 'im. I felt the car go over 'im. I thought it was a deer at first. I was gonna move it outta the way so nobody else'd hit it." Al Fresing swallowed and looked at Sam, "The man was laying on the ground, hysterical. I called 911 and I figgered he was in pain, but he was cryin' sayin' that his wife and sons had been tortured and they died and he couldn't stop it. He was talkin' crazy. I tried to calm him but he just kept on cryin'." Sam found that he had tears in his own eyes as he watched the crying Mr. Fresing tell his tale. "The police and ambulance came. They gave him somethin' to calm 'im down. He was so sure his family'd been tortured to death…I got a call he died two hours later from internal bleedin' from when I hit 'im with m' car. His family'd been at home the whole time. They were fine."

Mrs. Fresing interrupted, hugging her husband, "That's because the man was crazy. It wasn't your fault Al. None of it."

Not wanting to upset the couple any further, Sam thanked them and headed out the door pondering the new information. Something had made Mike Willis go insane and it was more than likely that the other 3 victims had shared the same fate as Mr. Willis. The only question now was: what was doing it? Sam found himself wishing for his brother- he needed Dean to bounce ideas off of. As if in answer to his wish, Sam's cell phone rang causing him to jump. It was Dean.

"Where the hell are you?"

Sam shook his head as he got into the Impala, "What?"

There was a pause as Dean tried again, "Where Sam? Where are you and more importantly where is my car?"

Sam stared at the phone in confusion, "Dean you lent me your car, we're doing our hunts solo remember."

He heard Dean breathe into the phone and then, "I swear to God Sam…I'm not in the mood. I need to get stuff out of the car. Where…are…you?"

Sam turned the car on; now he understood, "Well, right now I'm in the middle of a trailer park, but I'll be back at my motel in about 10 minutes. It's room 19 at the Super 8 on…"

Dean interrupted him, "Yeah. I know where it is. We've passed it like 30 times. I'll see you in ten…Ten minutes Sam!" And with that, Dean hung up the phone.

Sam put the phone down and began to drive. He was worried. It was abundantly clear that Dean was in a bad mood and considering that he was supposed to have spent the night in an all girls dorm, a bad mood meant that something BAD had to have happened. Chewing his lip in worry for his brother, Sam pushed down on the accelerator; he wanted to see Dean.

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Sam was back in the motel room searching through his father's journal for demons or spirits that were known for causing their victims to go insane when he heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, Sam stepped back in shock, "Dean. What the hell happened?"

Dean's left arm was in a sling and there were dark circles under his eyes. He looked as though he hadn't slept at all. He pushed his way passed Sam and sat on the made bed. Like his brother, Dean missed the oddity that there were two beds in the room.

Sam crouched in front of his brother, concern plastered all over his face, "Dean. What happened? Are you okay? Why is your arm in a sling?"

Dean sighed and looked up. His shoulder hurt, but only when he moved it. At this point he was more tired and pissed than anything else. His 'savior of the girls dorm' fantasy was unraveling and to make it worse, he had lost the battle with the poltergeist in front of the girls. Seeing the unmasked worry on Sam's face, he reassured his brother, "I'm fine. The ghost, which is actually a poltergeist by the way, threw a knife at my head." He gave Sam a grin, "It missed."

Sam filled in the gap, "And hit your arm instead."

Dean corrected him, "Shoulder actually." Seeing that his brother still looked worried, Dean stood up and continued, "Relax Sam. It's a clean cut. I just got back from the hospital. I had to wait 4 hours in the ER while everybody else went in ahead of me. I'd have stitched it myself if it was in a place where I could see what I was doing."

Sam felt guilty…he should have been there for his brother, "I'm sorry Dean."

Dean looked at him startled, "Why?"

Sam moved to explain, "I should've been with you…"

Dean shook his head and interrupted him, "No Sam. You're doing your thing and I'm doing mine." Sam still looked guilty and Dean sighed, "I got this one man. It's fine. I just wasn't ready for a poltergeist, but now that I have the cleansing stuff, that bastard's goin' down. Nothing sticks a knife through my shoulder and continues to exist."

Sam looked appeased and Dean took the opportunity to change the subject, "So how's your hunt going?"

Sam shrugged and sat on his bed; he filled his brother in on what he had learned. When he had finished, he turned to Dean, "So any idea what it might be?"

Dean shook his head, "It's too broad, man. It could be a million different things. You'll just have to dig up some more research."

Sam gave a half-hearted laugh, "Yeah. Great. Thanks."

A knock on the door interrupted the brothers. Sam opened the door to find three blonde girls standing at the door drinking iced coffees. One of them addressed Sam, "Hi! Is Dean here?"

Sam stepped out of the way and looked over at his brother. Dean was standing and smiling, his right arm extended in encouragement of a hug. The girls needed no further invitation and almost immediately all three were hugging Dean and making comments like, "Oh poor baby." and, "Does it hurt a lot?" and, "What can we do to make it feel better?"

Sam rolled his eyes in disgust at the scene. Dean just smiled bigger, accepted a coffee for himself, and hugged the girls back, playing up the role of injured hero. Apparently his loss in battle hadn't hurt his reputation amongst the ladies as much as he had initially feared. He took the Impala's keys off the night stand and turned to Sam, "Well, my ride's here so I'm gonna get what I need from the car and then get back to the dorm. Good luck with your thing man." And two minutes later the keys were returned and Dean was gone.

Sam rubbed his head and sat on the bed. He was still worried about his brother. He considered leaving his hunt to help Dean, college issues aside, but Dean had assured him that he had the situation under control…plus, Dean hadn't asked for his help. And besides, someone still needed to deal with whatever was at the construction site. Ignoring his worry for Dean temporarily, Sam's thoughts returned to the hunt. He needed to do more research, but he didn't know where else to look. The only thing that was left to do was go to the construction site after the workers left and look for clues that they might have missed.

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At 8pm, Sam drove over to the construction site. He knew from his earlier visit that day that work on the site stopped at 7 pm. An hour later the sun was almost completely gone from the sky and the empty construction site sat quietly surrounded by the dense forest that surrounded the area. Taking a flash light, a black light, and two guns out of the trunk, Sam listened to the crickets begin their nightly symphony. Sam took a deep breath and steeled himself…he could handle this. He had been on over 300 hunts in his lifetime; this one was no different. Except that it was different. It was the first time he was hunting alone…with no back up. Dean or his father wouldn't be there this time to save him if the hunt went bad. At least Dean had the girls. Not that they would be a lot of help in the middle of the action, but they could call 911 if needed. Sam had no one.

He looked over at the partially framed building. Offhandedly, he wondered what the building was going to be. It was too large for a house, but it was too far removed from the town center to be a store. Giving up those thoughts, Sam slammed the trunk shut and made his way to the building.

Remembering that the first two victims had died of a heart attack on the foundation level, Sam decided to start his search there.

Sam scanned the area with his flashlight as he walked throughout the foundation. There appeared to be no sign of a demon or any other evil thing anywhere. After searching the entire foundation with the flashlight, Sam retraced his steps, this time using a black light. Sure enough, Sam found what he was looking for.

In an area of the foundation that was shrouded in darkness, an inscription had been written two times. The inscription read: victito despero. Upon reading the inscription, Sam's body filled with fear. He knew what he was dealing with and there was no way he could handle it alone. Not waiting for the thing to attack, Sam immediately jumped out of the new foundation and ran full speed for the car. Jumping in, he threw the car into drive and drove off the property. Once he was at least a half-mile from the construction site, Sam pulled the car off the road and called his brother.

A girl picked up on the third ring, "Dean's phone."

Sam ignored her, "I need to talk to him. Now."

The girl huffed into the phone before responding, "He's indisposed at the moment." Sam heard giggling in the background and immediately knew what indisposed meant.

"Well interrupt him. I have to talk to him, it's an emergency."

There was a pause at the other end and then, "Seriously? You want me to interrupt him? Uh…I don't think I can do that."

Sam resisted hitting his head on the steering wheel, "You can do it. He'll be mad at me not you. Like I said, it's an emergency."

The girl was unconvinced, "He may be mad at you, but my roommates will be mad at me if I interrupt them."

Sam took a moment…roommates? As in plural? Sam made a face at that mental image. Sometimes his brother was just disgusting. "Look…I NEED to talk to my brother. Now interrupt him and give him the damn phone!"

There was silence on the other end and Sam wondered if the girl had hung up; he wouldn't have blamed her. But after a few seconds he heard muffled talking and then Dean's voice came through the line, "This really isn't a good time Sam."

Sam closed his eyes and shook his head, "Yeah I heard. Sorry to interrupt, but I need your help. Now."

Dean sighed, "What's the problem Sammy?"

"The problem is that I just found out that I'm hunting a Feeder."

There was a pause and then Dean's confused voice came through, "Like a Fear Feeder?"

"Yeah. Except it's not a Fear Feeder. It feeds on something else. But I searched the foundation at the construction site with a black light and I got two inscriptions of victito despero, presumably where the first two victims died."

Dean's voice came back, "Despero? What's that?"

Sam shook his head, "I don't know. I only know victito pavidus, the Fear Feeders. But the first word is the same and everything else makes sense, the inscriptions, the insanity…It's definitely a Feeder, I just don't know what emotion it's causing and then feeding off of."

Dean sighed, "Alright, well, Fear Feeders are killed with bullets made with silver, iron, and vomit and I know we've got some of them in the trunk. Just go in there and when you see the first hallucination, shoot the thing."

Sam argued with him, "Dean. I can't do this alone. This is a Feeder. These things warp reality. If I'm by myself, I'm not going to know what's real and what's not...I need your help Dean."

There was another pause before Dean came back, "Look Sam. You know what the thing is, you'll be ready for a hallucination. You just have to keep reminding yourself that whatever you see isn't real."

Sam put his head in his hand, Dean wasn't going to help him? He tried again to get his distress across to his brother, "Dean…"

Dean interrupted him, "Sam, I've gotta deal with this poltergeist. I'm sorry man. I've pissed the thing off now. I can't just leave it here with the girls another night. I've got a responsibility to them."

Sam said nothing and noting the silence Dean continued, "Look, if you really don't want to do this alone, then wait for me. This poltergeist thing will be done tonight and then I'll come with you to deal with the Feeder."

Sam shook his head, this was ridiculous. He felt like a baby, begging his big brother to hold his hand through a hunt. Dean was right, it was time he did a hunt on his own. Sam answered his brother, "No. Don't worry about it. I'll handle it tonight. You go deal with the poltergeist."

Giggling was once again heard in the background before Dean spoke, "Alright man, don't worry. You'll be fine. Uh…I gotta go, dude. Good luck."

"Yeah, you too." Sam ended the call and threw his phone in the passenger's seat. Putting the car in drive, Sam drove his way back to the construction site, praying that that wouldn't be the last conversation he had with his brother.

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Dean hung up the phone, considering his brother's situation. Feeders were nasty creatures. In fact, his father had once told him that Feeders were sometimes used by demons to torture humans. A Feeder's typical mode of operation was to distort reality by creating a 'dream-like' hallucination for their victim. Dream-like in the sense that the victim wasn't able to use logic during the hallucination, so things could change during the hallucination and the victim would accept the changes without question. The purpose of the hallucinations was to evoke a specific emotion from the victim, which the Feeder would then feed off of. So long as the person was alive, and feeling the emotion, the Feeder would continue feeding; much like a leech. If the person died or the emotion stopped, the Feeder would let go of its victim and move onto the next victim. Feeders were easily killed; a shot anywhere with a specific kind of bullet would do the job. The only difficult part was seeing through the hallucination.

Dean's thoughts were interrupted by the one brunette resident of the dorm, "Dean? Uh, you kinda left us hangin' in there. Ya comin' back?"

Dean smiled as he appreciated the girl's body. "Sure thing, I'm real sorry about that." He indicated the phone, "Little brothers…"

The brunette smiled and led him back into her bedroom. The blonde girl on the bed looked up, "Hey." Dean resumed his place next to her as she continued talking, "While you were on the phone out there, Lindsay and I talked to some of the other girls…"

Dean nodded as he kissed her shoulder and the blonde continued, "Well, we were thinkin', what if you didn't destroy the poltergeist tonight?"

Dean ceased the kissing to look at the girl confused, "What do you mean?"

The brunette sandwiched Dean by lying down on his other side. She spoke into his ear, "We mean that Kelly and I…and a few of the other girls were hoping to take you out tonight. One of our friends lives nearby and he's got a hot tub in his backyard. Anyway, he's throwing a party and invited us and, well, we'd like you to come too."

Dean raised his eyebrows as he considered this he had wanted to destroy the poltergeist tonight; the thing had put a hole in his shoulder. However, a hot tub party with these girls seemed like an opportunity not to be missed, "A hot tub, huh?" Dean's imagination ran away with him and he smiled at the girls, "Well, I've got no problem putting this cleansing off if you don't."

The blonde beamed, "Great! I can't wait to tell the girls!"

Dean laughed, "Now you're sure none of your roommates are gonna be upset? I did promise to have this thing out of your dorm by tonight."

The brunette looked at Dean in disbelief, "Trust me honey. Nobody's gonna have a problem with you deciding to lounge with us in a hot tub. Besides, girls have been livin' with this thing for years. One more day isn't gonna kill anybody."

The blonde interrupted her, "Your body, however…now a piece of art work like that could give a girl a heart attack."

Dean looked at the girl and smiled, "You know, I was just thinking the same about you." A hot tub party…no wonder Sammy had wanted to go to college.

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