A/N Sorry for the delay to this the idea is there but the muses aren't co-operating, plus I've had computer problems. Hopefully I'll be back on track for this story.

Disclaimer: Only the theme of this story is mine, since Eric hasn't played it out yet. If he decides to I hope he'll ask about who I was thinking of for the main OC.

Old Meets New Style

Chapter 2: Dead Ends

"Food first, then motel, we can do more research later," Dean stated as he drove the Impala passed the town limits for Freedom Wisconsin.

"Sounds like a plan, but surely the research should come first?" Sam questioned. "From the signs there should be another death tonight so we don't have much time."

"I don't know about you but I'm starving," Dean replied. "Besides there's the diner staff and motel staff that we can question without suspicion. Six strange deaths in three months should have the gossips on overtime."

"Ok, so long as it's not all Greasy Joe's," Sam agreed reluctantly.

The diner was typical of small town diners across the states and was conveniently sited just across from the motel.

"Two birds one stone," Dean declared as he pulled into the diner's car park.

Sam scowled, "I thought I said not Greasy Joe's."

Dean shrugged as he got out of the car. "Could be worse I saw a McDonalds down the street at least this is really cooked on the premises," he joked with a lie.

They found a booth which allowed them good visibility of the entrances. As Sam slid into his seat opposite Dean he noticed the menu. "I suppose it could be worse at least there's some with vegetables and not just burgers and chips."

"Nothing wrong with burgers and chips though the steak looks appealing," Dean replied as the waitress approached their table.

"Can I take your order?" she asked.

"Hi Jade," Dean greeted the waitress, reading her name badge. "I'll have the steak and a beer," he grinned. "My brother will want the veggie platter and water," Dean continued much to Sam's annoyance, "he's saving himself for something, don't know what yet."

Sam wanted to flip Dean off but could only interrupt, "I'll have the same as my brother," he insisted.

When the waitress left Dean turned to Sam, "I'll make a real man of you yet."

"Just because I'm not chasing everything in a skirt and want to avoid too much fat doesn't mean I'm not a real man," Sam grouched. "I thought you were looking to get some info here?"

"I am just wanted to break the ice first," Dean replied as Jade returned with their coffees. "So Jade this seems like a nice place to live, anything exciting happen round here?"

"We've got a dance on tomorrow, if you're still here," she replied.

"Thought we'd break our journey for a few days," Dean replied. "What's the motel across the street like?"

"You won't find better around these parts," she replied. "Don't know if there's many rooms though, FBI guy came in yesterday about the murders and the press are already sniffing around. I shalln't be telling them anything, they're just vultures."

Dean looked blank and puzzled. "What strange deaths would those be?" he asked innocently. Sam almost rolled his eyes.

"You're lucky you're travelling together, four young guys travelling through have been found murdered in the last four weeks," she replied. "That's one a week, but they were all travelling on their own."

Dean pretended to be shocked, "just as well I've got Sammy to protect me then," he reached out and made an exaggerated grab for Sam's hand on the table.

"Yeah I was surprised at that FBI guy coming being his own, but since the others have been young guys I guess he thinks he's safe," she replied leaving to get their food.

"What's with the hand dude," Sam complained pulling his hand away from Dean's grasp.

"Just working for the info Sammy. No need to get your panties in a knot," Dean jested his face blank in innocence.

Sam glared at him. "Yeah well's you can cut it out now, she's gone," Sam complained.

"Aw poor Sammy's worried what the neighbours might think," Dean laughed removing his hand to from Sam's.

Dean reacted to Sam's under the table kick as Jade returned with their food. The door opened as she put their food down. "That's the FBI guy now, I'd better let Muriel know," she commented.

Dean and Sam watched as the guy sat down and Muriel came to take his order. Sam grinned. "I think I'm watching you in thirty years," he turned to Dean.

"I am nothing like that," Dean responded. "He does look more like us than FBI though," he continued confused. "Do you think he could be working this job?"

"We've never bumped into any other hunters before so why now?" Sam looked confused.

"I don't know, but we knew there were others," Dean replied pensively as he finished his food. "Let's get out of here and see if we can get a room."

Dean noticed the other man look over as they got up to leave. It was the look of someone appraising them and Dean wasn't sure he was happy about it.

They had been lucky and got the last twin at the motel, the 'two queens or a king' joke was wearing thin even for Dean's humour.

As Sam got their bags out of the Impala Dean commented, "room lucky number seven."

"Do we ever get anything that's lucky," Sam replied wryly.

"We must be lucky some of the time," Dean responded. "We're both still alive with all our facilities intact." Casting a glance over Sam he continued, "at least I know I'm in fully functioning order, not sure about you." He grinned.

Sam looked taken aback, "and what's that supposed to mean?"

"Well it's been a while since you spent any quality time with a woman," Dean smirked as they entered their luxurious (I think not) room for the duration.

Sam looked disgusted, "well we can't all be as superficial as you wanting a one night stand every night."

Dean looked affronted, "ah now you've hurt my feelings. There's nothing superficial about my needs."

"Yeah," Sam responded rolling his eyes. "Did you find anything out from the desk?"

"It seems our FBI guy is asking the same questions as we would," Dean replied all businesslike. "Which seems strange when some of the questions are related to supernatural beings, although he didn't say that. He asked about strangers in town who seem more active at night, were pale and kept to themselves. He also asked about old legends for the area."

"Were there any legends because I didn't find any before you got here?"

"No she couldn't think of any, but that's not the point, when we ask questions like that people question our credentials."

"FBI wouldn't usually be asking about that," Sam responded with a confused expression. "You really think this guy is another hunter."

"Could be but he's got to be older than dad," Dean replied thoughtfully. "Dad's always been on a mission to find the demon and that's why he keeps going. Bobby and Caleb got out of hunting but continued to supply younger hunters, maybe he's got his own mission like dad and we just stumbled into it."

"So what do we do now?"

"Carry on and see what happens. If he isn't a hunter then we still need to find and kill the evil son of a bitch, and if he is we'll bump into him legit."

"What happens then, he might not like us trying to muscle in?"

"Who said anything about muscling in, just be a race to get the job done first," Dean smirked.

"So where next?"

"I'm grabbing the first shower and then when you're ready we're hitting the bars, see what we can find out and add a little cash to the pot."

Sam rolled his eyes but pulled out the laptop as Dean stalked into the bathroom.

A/N Sorry this chapter is short but wanted to put something up before everyone forgot about this one. Reviews are appreciated and thanks to everyone who has made a comment so far. If you want to know who the FBI is based on please comment with an email address so I can reply. Also any suggestions for the monster in the story, it's not a werewolf and I'd rather not do vampires or wendigo but I haven't decided what it should be yet.