DISCLAIMER: Don't own those angst-ridden boys… (damn)

NOTE#1: Decided to change posting day to Thursday. Sorry for any inconvenience this may cause, but I wuv you… does that count? Thank you all for the faves, R&R's and followers… (How freakin cool is that? That all those are associated with my writing) Oh, I am posting my first picture for a story… This one! Smiles… enjoy…

Chapter 4

The two continued to peek at each other over their respective files until Bobby snorted, muttering "idgits…" under his breath as he stood and picked up a stack of books.

"I'm going to go put these back while you two get your shit together and quit acting like a couple of damn schoolgirls. Put your big boy boots on and let's get this figured out." Then he turned and stormed off towards the rows of bookshelves.

Dean smirked as he watched Bobby until he moved out of sight and then he focused on Sam, "You okay?" He questioned softly.

Sam told Dean flatly, "I can't… I won't go through losing you again. So you try any of that heroic got to save Sam shit and I will knock you out, tie you up and do this shit myself… you get me?"

Dean stared at his exhausted little brother and then grinned. He could get mad but what good would that do? He would so do the same damn thing to Sam if it came down to it.

"Well, there's my boy."

Sam jerked in response, he was more than a little surprised that Dean hadn't thrown one of his famous bitch fits. Then with a smirk he muttered, "jerk." as he moved his file back up to cover his face.

Dean mumbled, "That's right bitch, better hide behind that." and with that they both got back to looking for a way to save the world and each other.

They worked well into the night and didn't stop even to eat a solid meal instead just munching on junk food brought down by Pace. But by noon the next day Pace insisted they break for lunch. A real home cooked meal with homemade pie. In under two hours they had eaten and returned to the library under the barn and to their research.

"Weird." Dean commented after over thirty minutes of silence from everyone.

"What?" Bobby asked, looking up from his book.

"Well, Dad is talking about German folklore, right?" Dean said, looking from Bobby to Sam.

"You're still reading about that? Wasn't that what you were reading when we first started yesterday?" Sammy asked.

"Well, he had three drawers on just German folklore." Dean defended himself and then added, "Anyways, he's talking about some guy who wrote a story that was stolen from Frierdich Gerstacker who wrote the story called Germelhausen. Brigadoon was a 1954 MGM film with Gene Kelly adapted from that same short story. It's about a vanishing and reappearing town. Then he goes off about some town called Franklin, Kansas. He talks about it having a curse on it, not unlike the Dudleytown curse. Get this… Franklin is just 3 miles southeast of present day Lawrence."

"Dudleytown, as in Connecticut?" Sam asked shaking his head as he murmured, "I don't remember ever working a case…"

Bobby interrupted Sam to confirm, "You didn't."

"Okay…" Sam slowly drew out the word as he looked back at Dean.

Dean looked up as he told Sam, "Dad believed that Franklin was the site of more than just a ghost town. Maybe with a curse similar to Dudleytown." He looked at Bobby, "Did he ever talk to you about it?"

Bobby cleared his throat as he said, "That was a legend that your dad thought might be linked to what happened in Lawrence."

Dean stared at Bobby as he asked, "How could it be?"

"There was people called Mound Builders in this area. There were the farmers of the four. There was an East Coast and a West Coast group that fished the coasts. There was another group… the aggressive ones. They were from the Great Lakes area. They weren't content to stay where they were. They came and set up camp where the ghost town of Franklin is now. They harnessed a great evil and to counter it, the farmers called upon the great spirit to help them. He gave them the power of Bermuda and with that they cursed that village and it disappeared. It reappears every 150 years for a time and is gone for another 150 years. Or that was the just of the research your Dad uncovered."

"Why was Dad looking into it?" Sam asked confused.

"Well, Legend had it if you can keep a person there until the town disappears they will too… at least for 150 years." Bobby said.

Dean stared at Bobby before he stood and threw down the file he was holding.

Sam slowly put down his own file before saying softly, "Dean." He could tell by just how Dean had thrown down the file that he was pissed.

Dean took a deep breath and braced his hands on the table as he leaned forward, "And you didn't think this might be something we could use instead of throwing Sammy into the pit with Lucy?"

"Uh… I…" Bobby sat his book down as he looked Dean in the eye he told him, "I didn't even remember it until you said something about it."

Sam reached out and touched Dean's arm, trying to ground Dean to him as he suggested, "How about we go get some air, maybe some food?"

Dean jerked his arm out of reach as he snapped, "Don't try to… just… shit!" He finally snapped running a hand through his hair as he reminded himself to focus. "What was Dad's idea?" He asked softly as he looked at Bobby.

"He thought maybe he could trap the demon there. But he never got anything solid to work with. The Indians in the area wouldn't talk to him. So he finally gave up when he learned about the Colt. So it's been years since I heard… I'm sorry Dean." Bobby said as he looked at Sam he said softly, "I don't… I didn't…"

Sam smiled at him as he reassured him, "Don't worry about it, there's a lot…"

Dean snapped as he interrupted, "No big deal right?" He took a step away from the table as he started to pace, "Just another day in the fucked up world of the Winchesters, right Sam?" Dean threw up his hands as he ranted.

Sam looked at him, startled at the intense rage permeating Dean's tone; his whole body. He managed a squeaky Dean.

Dean stormed off and punched the wall as he went past only to storm back and slam his hand onto the table.

Bobby and Sam both jumped even though they saw the slam coming.

"I'm not taking this lying down. I'm done rolling over to get fucked! Not again! We fight this! Do you hear me! If…" Dean stopped bowed his head and took a couple of ragged breaths as he looked up once again as he told them quietly. "Either we find another way or we do the pit jump together."

Sam paled before he jumped to his feet and then forward towards Dean across the table, "You don't get to do that." he informed his big brother.

"Excuse me?" Dean's voice lowered dangerously as an eyebrow arched and his hands fisted silently at his sides.

"You heard me, D." Sam told him firmly.

Dean folded his arms to hide his shaking fists as he glared silently at Sam.

"You didn't fuck up the world. I did. That was me. You tried to tell me, but I was too far gone to listen. That is not your fault nor your responsibly to fix. It's mine. You have to let me do this for you." Sam's voice dropping to a whisper at the end of his speech.

"Oh, you're going to off yourself for me?" Dean leaned forward himself as he whispered back, "I don't want your sacrifice."

"Well, it's my turn." Sam growled right back.

"You're an…" Dean started.

"Besides you can go on…" Sam interrupted which had Dean fire back a response.

"Yeah, well who the fuck says I want to?" Dean asked bluntly.

"You can." Sam snapped in frustration.

"Yeah, well I don't want to." Dean snapped before he picked up the file he'd been reading and walked away.

Sam stared after Dean until he was no longer in site.

Bobby cleared his throat as he said gently, "Maybe you could have eased Dean into that a little slower."

"Bobby he let go of us awhile back." Sam sighed out as took a step away from Bobby.

"What are you talking…" Bobby started to ask.

"He only came back because he thinks I will say yes without him to stop me and then he'd have failed Dad." Sam told him bluntly.

"You don't really believe that boy." Bobby growled.

"I don't?" Sam repeated before he turned to face Bobby, "He threw the amulet away because Cas said it was worthless. That means…" He stopped his voice hitching before he said softly not looking at Bobby but at his own feet, "That means." Sam straightened and turned to face Bobby before he finished, "That means he agreed… that me and him… it wasn't worth it to him to keep fighting. He gave up on us. He went on… so don't tell me he can't. Cause he can and he'll do it a hell of a lot better than I did. He doesn't feel the way he used to about me… or us." Sam had started to visibly shake as he talked.

Bobby stood as he said, "Kid, you don't look so good… maybe you should…"

Sam laughed harshly before he snapped, "Bobby. It's okay. I get it okay."

TBC

NOTE#2: Checked out the Mound Builders (my husband and son's idea) and they had different areas they lived in and for example the mound builders of the Great Lakes were more warlike and the ones of the Kansas Plains were more farmers. For the purpose of our story I have decided their will be four groups. One on the east coast, one on the west coast (no evidence has been found of this) One at the Great Lakes(there is evidence) and one of the Great Plains(evidence as well). The Kaw Indians are from the area and I am making them the descendents of the Mound Builders… (yes I am taking liberties and mean no disrespect (I am Crow, Choctaw and Cherokee- among other things- smiles) I have researched them and then added things to fit my story… but hey, that's what fiction is all about, right?

NOtSOTiNYnoTe: I am choosing for my sinking/disappearing town Franklin, Kansas. It is a real town, which is at present a ghost town which is only 3 miles southeast of present day Lawrence, Kansas. Perfect Location! It is just south of old highway 10 (Now I-435).

The old cemetery is still in place. (since 1853 when the town was born) Lawrence and Franklin are about the same age and actually fought against each other during the civil war. (sacking of Lawrence and the raid on Franklin) Franklin was pro-slave and Lawrence was free. There is one stone building left used for hay storage. Height of the town was in 1860 when the town boasted 2000+ people. After the civil war the town was basically abandoned when the railroad went through Lawrence and not Franklin. The Post Office shut it's doors in 1867 and the town disappeared…