Into a Cornfield Crimson

Chapter Two

Collision

"Sammy, you've gone and sent us to the cornfield haven't you?"

"What!"

"I mean, I know you got the 'shining' but damn, this is too much!"

"Excuse me, for getting us lost. You're the one who wanted to check out these murders in what's it called . . . Smallville. I was all for a one way drive into Metropolis."

"Hey, my super supernatural senses were tingling. These gruesome murders sound like some uber Casper bitch been munching on some poor guys. Besides, you're the one who decided to get directions from Mr. Country Senile awhile back."

Sam scoffed as his eyes pored over the map in front of him. Dean noted amusingly that his jaw jutted out like it usually did when his younger brother was frustrated beyond words.

The only remedy Dean saw of course was to agitate him more. It's just more fun that way.

"I mean, god didn't we just pass through this cornfield. I'm afraid we'll never see sweet civilization again."

"Dean."

"I wish I'd gotten laid at the last town we were in."

"Dean!"

"I know! That waitress clearly had a thing for me. Free blueberry pie every night. And how 'bout that turkey, huh? That sucker was–"

"Dean, watch out!"

Their beloved Impala suddenly collided into an object hurdling in front of them from the hundred rows of corn. Dean's right arm instinctively shot out to hold his brother back as they jerked forward. Thankfully, the seatbelts absorbed most of the impact.

Dean turned his neck to check for pain but it seemed all right. He unbuckled quickly to check Sam over, who appeared dazed.

"You okay, Sammy?" Dean questioned, anxiously.

Sam seemed to snap back and pushed away Dean's hand. "Fine, fine."

Dean leaned back in his seat and let out a long breath. "What'd I hit? A cow?"

Sam leaned forward and squinted out the windshield. "Uh . . . Oh my god, that lump I think it's a person!"

"You think!"

Dean threw the car door open and got out. He was expecting, with much dread, to see a prone bloody body. His fists tightened and he couldn't stop them from trembling.

Only to find . . . nothing

"Sammy, you're one sick son of a bitch."

Sam was gasping on the side of the car laughing. "Man, you were shaking!"

"I'm surprised you find someone's life in possible peril funny," Dean retorted, inspecting his car.

Sam stopped laughing and turned serious. "Dean, I saw that thing move. No way, was it a person. I'm thinking your senses were right."

"Huh, well first we got to see to my baby. Look it's bent up here up front. Damn. Of all the places and things we been through, it gets damaged out in the middle of nowhere," Dean said, angrily.

"Car accident? Looks like you've just been initiated boys."

Dean and Sam whirled around to find a petite but sturdy blond behind them.

"Whoa. Where'd you come from?" Dean asked, suspiciously.

The girl smiled brightly.

"Relax, I'm a native. My name is Chloe Sullivan. My new piece of crap broke down a little ways back. And car trouble is an unfortunate regular occurrence in Smallville."

"Is it?" Dean asked, an eyebrow raised.

"And other weird events. So who are you and what happened to your somewhat cool looking car?" Chloe continued.

Sam smiled. " I'm Sam Winchester. This is my brother, Dean. And we hit . . . something."

"Yeah, I'm the older and cuter one. So any idea what might have happened . . . Chloe?" Dean said, ending his question with a little special smile he reserved for especially cute girls.

Chloe rolled her eyes but still couldn't help smiling in return.

"Well, welcome to Smallville, Sam and Dean. I just might have a few ideas."

Well, that's the first two chapters of my story. Hope you enjoyed it. Chapter 3 should be coming along soon. Clark will make an appearance in the next chapter also. Reviews are appreciated!