1Chapter Two

Sam was alternating his attention between Dean and the journal on the table before him. He was documenting their time here. What they had done. The serial killer's spirit, the torching of the bones. He felt it was only right that someone should know some day. That something good would come from their knowledge. If they hadn't found their father's journal then they would have been lost on many occasions. Maybe someday their journal would help someone like that.

Dean was getting more and more of his attention though as he gulped down another sip of his beer and began to notice some odd behavior on Dean's part. He hadn't had that much to drink it seemed, but he could tell that it was hitting Dean hard. He was unsteady on his feet and a moment ago at the bar Dean had been talking to an empty seat.

Sam rose to his feet and was about to head in that direction when he noticed something stranger then that. The ghost of one of the women who had been killed by the man whose bones they had just burned. To make matters more interesting the ghost seemed interested in Dean and a woman who looked just like her. Sam made the connection that the woman had a twin as he looked from the one live version of the ghost dancing unsteadily on the dance floor.

Sam left the half drank beer at his table as he started toward Dean only to be headed off by a gaggle of women who were falling all over themselves in laughter. One of them stopped right in front of him as the others shouted for her to go for it.

Sam looked down at the blonde before him raising an eyebrow. Before he could react though she grabbed him and kissed him. Sam tasted the liquor on her lips as he pulled back against the strong hand that she had placed at the back of his head. When he finally was able to pull from her grasp she simply smiled first at him then to the group of woman that surrounded him shouting their approval of her action. "Thank you." She giggled up at him.

She slipped a piece of folded up napkin into his hand before walking past him and onto her next victim. He gathered from the conversation from the other women that this was a sorority thing and simply shook his head as he unfolded the paper and read the phone number scrawled on the paper. He let out the sigh and looked about the room once more meaning to find his brother. His smile slowly faded though as he realized that Dean was gone. As was the young woman that looked to be the twin of the ghost he had seen moments ago.

He felt a hand wrap around his and pull and turned ready to tell the sorority girls that he wasn't ok with the continued pranking. When he turned though there was nothing there. Yet the presence of the hand in his own was still there. It was cold as ice and the shivery coldness was creeping up his arm.

"Hurry...he's going to kill them." Came a whisper at his right ear. Sam whirled around again and still saw nothing. "Saaaaammm." Her ghostly voice rang out pulling at him as if floated toward the door. Sam felt his breath catch as he hurried back to the table and folded up the newspaper article with the ghost and woman in the bar's image on the cover, carrying it in his hand. He bound up the journal before making his way toward the door.

He was almost there when he felt a shiver go through him and he watched as four very large men walked in the door. They had this level of confidence that rammed spikes of doubt into everyone they looked through as their eyes combed over the club. It was a calculated effect, something honed from years of practice. They were obviously looking for someone.

Sam counted his blessings that he was relatively sure that the one they sought wasn't him as he started to make his way around the largest of them to get to the door. He was almost past this mountain of an obstacle when the girl that had kissed him ran up with a bounce and a giggle. "Wait up " She called.

Sam turned with a grimace. He was almost out the door and now everyone of the four men were starring at him. He almost commented that he hoped her hazing ritual went well when she suddenly pushed him against the wall and pressed her body against his. Sam's mouth fell open as the newspaper article slipped from his grasp. "Look..."

"I'm sorry." She whispered in his ear. He saw her cut a nervous glance in the sororities direction and saw that they were all watching her. Sam looked back down to her nervous features. "I need your shirt." She breathed.

"My what?" Sam's face contorted in confusion and shock.

"This is the last thing that I have to do tonight and I just thought...I mean you didn't seem to mind so much when I kissed you a moment ago." She smiled nervously. "Can you please help me out?"

Sam knew that he could get out of this without complying, but the look on the poor girl's face made up his mind. He slipped his jacket off and stripped the shirt over his head. He quickly put his jacket back on as he handed her the article of clothing.

"You're an angel." She whispered.

"I hope you get in." He smiled with a shake of his head.

"Me too. Call me sometime." She motioned to the napkin that had fallen next to his newspaper article in the floor next to the big man's feet. She blew him a kiss and turned to her friends holding the shirt over her head like a trophy. As the t-shirt was raised there was a cheer from the girls that caused Sam to laugh out as he reached down to get the articles he had dropped.

"That was real sweet a ya." The mountain of a man said with a hint of an accent as he leaned down to retrieve the newspaper article for Sam while Sam reached for the napkin.
"I try to help where I can." Sam laughed.

The man paused as he looked over the article and Sam saw the color quickly drain from his face. "Whatcha doin' with this?"

Sam looked up and into the man's eyes with reserve. Something wasn't right. Sam knew that from the tone in this guy's voice. He slowly rose to his feet as the two of them kept eye contact. Sam was now almost ready to enter flight mode as his mind reminded him that Dean was in need of finding per the ghosts warning.

"Just doing a paper." Sam replied hoping that he was convincing.

"A paper?" Mr. Mountain asked skeptically.

"Yeah."

In the blink of an eye Sam was shoved up against the wall. One of the goons with Mr. Mountain started frisking him like he'd just been arrested. He pulled Sam's wallet out and opened it up with a frown. "Paper my ass, he's a fed." he tossed the wallet to the Mountain.

Sam silently cursed that he hadn't changed out the FBI Id in his wallet as this man looked at it with growing rage. Sam looked around the bar again hoping that Dean could be spotted, but there wasn't any luck.

"Frank, find Nia. Randolph let's have a little talk with Mr..." The mountain looked down at the name on the ID and looked back up to Sam. " Agent Carrington." There was another long pause as the mountain gaze Sam a look intended to drive fear into his heart as he placed one massive hand on his shoulder. " Outside."

Sam was dragged out the door with a man on either side of him as he looked around the bar one more time with an over the shoulder glance. Where in the hell had Dean gone? Sam had a feeling this 'Talk' was not only NOT going to go well, but that it was just the start of

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Night.