A/N: Thanks so much for all the great reviews. To anyone I haven't personally thanked yet, you've made my day.So many reviews and fave alerts. Thanks all for the gratifying response. I'm humbled and appreciative! Enjoy the next chapter and here comes the little part I mentioned last chapter where I am not crazy. Drop me a line. Enjoy! Also to the real life Brittany Logan, Here's the start of Dean gaining some respect for the name!

Chapter 2

Morning came and Sam found himself waking up to the familiar rumble of the Impala. Dean must've gone for breakfast. Sam sat up in bed and although stiff, he found himself pain free. Dean opened the door and came through, a box of donuts and two coffees in his hands. He sat the donuts down on the table and handed Sam a coffee as he stood from the bed and joined Dean at the chipped veneer table in the corner of the room.

"So, this hunt Bobby wants us to take. Think there's anything to it?"

"He said the girl has video that one of the people who got killed had taken. He also said her grandfather was a hunter and she knows a little bit although she doesn't hunt. Said it had to be serious for her to call. Because of some family trouble she was forbidden to see anyone that was playing the game."

Dean bit into a donut and snorted, blowing the white powdered sugar in Sam's direction. Sam rolled his eyes and chuckled at Dean's antics. Dean chewed hastily and swallowed. "A hunter named Brittany. That would be a first in my book."

"Dude, remember when you told me to warn you about being an ass?"

"Yeah."

"You're being an ass."

"We'll see. Get your shower and we'll hit the road." Sam showered while Dean packed their stuff and loaded the car. He was wiping down the room and making sure they missed nothing when Sam emerged from a cloud of steam, ready to go.

"Get everything?"

"Yep." Dean threw Sam's duffle at him and Sam picked up the messenger bag containing his laptop. Dean grabbed his own duffle and headed for the car and apparently Maryland on this hunt. Dean chuckled again. "Brittany."

"Dude, ass alert. Don't judge a book by its name."

"Why not, you do."

"Those are translated Latin, and when the title isn't translated right…"

"Yeah, I get it." The Impala rumbled out of the parking lot and headed north. Seven hours later they were pulling onto a very rutted gravel and dirt road that led back into the woods. Dean had slowed the Impala to a crawl, the rumble of the engine that was used to being run fast, and the grimace on Dean's face suggested he was not happy.

"Dude I swear if this goat path does anything to my car, Brittany is gonna dive into that trust fund and fix it." Dean slowed down even further as brush screeched off the paint job. "Damn it!" he swore. The Impala slid into a rut and he heard the exhaust bounce off the edge of a pot hole. Dean growled, "Freakin' Bobby, stupid hunts in ditchwater burgs. Can't we ever catch one that doesn't involve abusing my baby?"

"Dean, your baby is a car. Just a car."

Dean looked at Sam as if horrified that he'd say something like that before he slowly began pulling a hill that appeared to be the only part of the road that was dry and rut free in April. He topped the hill at a crawl and saw the road widening slightly. Mud glistened on the road surface and two small dirt bikes were playing in it, spinning circles; the tires kicking copious amounts of mud up onto the exposed riders. Dean ground the Impala to a halt. "No freakin way!" He exclaimed. Sam chortled. Dean saw a driveway off to the side and noticed it was smooth, dry and well graveled. He turned the wheel and moved the Impala into the drive. It went above the mud pit, a smooth drive compared to the rest of the road and Sam watched out the side window as one of the riders power-braked and popped a wheelie at the same time, kicking jets of mud out from behind the dirt bike's back tire and burying the other rider. Sam chuckled again.

"Cool." He said. Dean glanced at him with a disbelieving look on his face until he caught the adventuresome glint in Sam's eyes.

Dean grinned. "If we don't piss her off too bad maybe we can rent some wheelers from her and have some fun for a day or so since we'll be between hunts." Sam looked at Dean and grinned. Dean glanced back at the gravel drive in time to round a curve and see a house come into view. It was fairly small, sided in rough wood siding that seemed to make it blend into the forest. It was situated on top of a gentle hill. The cabins below it appeared to be guest lodging for hikers and such and although they looked like large mini barns they appeared comfortable and were sided to match the house. Dean stopped the car in a gravel lot to the west of the house and he and Sam got out of the car. Sam looked around and gave a low whistle.

"It's nice." He said as they began walking up to the house. The door opened and a large dog came trotting out. Sam and Dean stopped in their tracks, not sure how to handle the easily ninety pound animal. It was a mutt obviously, with a very stocky body and shaggy black and brown fur. It came down the steps of the porch and stopped at the bottom, looking at first Sam then Dean. It came slightly closer before stopping again. It looked at them and then sat back on its haunches. The dog cocked its head to the side and Sam smiled. He tentatively reached a hand out to the dog.

"Sam." Dean warned quietly.

"I think its okay, Dean." Sam said. The pooch stood again and came to stand in front of Sam's outstretched hand. It sniffed and sat down again, flopped a black spotted tongue out the side of its mouth and cocked its head to the side again. Sam laughed as the dog lowered its head and head-butted Sam's hand.

"Hey there, big fella. What's your name?" Sam crouched down and rubbed the dog's fur at his neck, ruffling the "mane" of fur beneath his ears.

"His name's Kody. Short for Kodiak. He looked like a bear as a pup. Now I get wolf." Sam glanced up to see a pair of boots come out on to the stained wood porch.

Dean saw two hiking boot clad feet come out onto the covered porch of the house and stop. He followed the jeans covering the top of the boots up a pair of slim legs, long legs that ended at a flannel shirt left unbuttoned over a black tee. His eyes stopped when they encountered the rifle clasped in the crook of an arm. His stance changed and he quickly perused the rest of the woman. His eyes took in broad shoulders and slightly longer than mid back light brown hair flopped over the shoulder of the arm holding the rifle in a neat braid. Dean's green eyes met brown ones beneath delicate brows in a face graced with a warm smile and high cheekbones. Sam stood from the dog's side and Kody remained on his haunches at Sam's feet.

"You two must be Sam and Dean. Bobby told me to be on the lookout for an irate driver of a black Impala. Nice car by the way." She looked over the car appraisingly, taking in the curves that seemed to be in all the right places. "I'm Brittany Logan. Come on inside." She turned and opened the door. Turning back she gave an earsplitting whistle that had both Sam and Dean jumping slightly. The dog, Kody, jumped to attention and tail wagging, bolted for the porch and went inside as his mistress held the door open for him. She motioned for the guys to follow the dog. Sam walked up onto the porch, his boots thumping on the smooth wood and took the door from her hands, allowing her to lead the way into her house. Dean followed, shaking his head. Sam and Dean followed Brittany into the kitchen and took the stools that circled the island the chef's kitchen offered. The house was larger than it appeared and very nicely decorated.

"Would you guys like some coffee? I know you had a fairly long trip here."

"Sure." Sam said. She soon had cups of coffee poured for them and in each of their hands. She put milk and sugar in front of Sam and a plate of banana-nut bread in front of Dean. He took a piece and bit into it, practically moaning in pleasure. Brittany smiled.

"I take it its edible then?"

"Good." Dean said around another bite of the bread. Sam chuckled and took a piece for himself, biting into it a little more gentlemanly. He nodded in agreement with Dean.

"Thank you." She said smiling.

"Bobby said you think something is in your woods. What is it Brittany?"

"Call me Brit. Brittany makes me sound like a trust fund case." Sam looked at Dean and grinned. Dean choked on a bite of bread. Brit looked at them both quizzically. Sam stilled and Dean gave a cough and smiled sheepishly. "I rent out ATVs and day passes for people to hike on my ninety acres. It's got about a hundred miles of trails and two refilling shacks for the wheelers on top of the mountain. My uncle shares the land with me and he runs search and rescue if necessary. He also runs the sat phone and radio center back the road. My dad gave me his half of the land when he got too old to maintain the shacks and trails. Since then it's grown. My uncle had wanted to keep his half of the land trail free until he saw how many people truly enjoyed themselves. Until recently at least."

"What happened?" Dean asked.

"I rented two wheelers and a camcorder to a couple of History majors from Allegheny College. They wanted to video tape a particular trail. It's a part of the Braddock Road. You know the trail General Braddock took his troops on during the French and Indian war before his defeat?"

Sam nodded. "I studied that in college. Things that happened then led to Washington becoming president."

"Anyway, they missed curfew and my Uncle went out with the rescue rig to find them. All my bikes are rigged with GPS. He found the bikes and the camcorder. Then he found the bodies. They were in the ravine that made up the bottom of the trail where they had been filming their research project. Both of them had stab wounds. From Bayonets. There was a scrap of rotten gold colored cloth clasped in the guy's hand. The girl had a tarnished brass button in her fist when Uncle Jerry found them."

"So they put up a fight."

"Yeah."

"The video catch anything?" Sam asked. Brit moved to the kitchen TV and turned it to where they could see. She hit play on the camcorder attached to it. The mini-cam footage showed the two students, the girl acting as a documentary reporter with the guy behind the camera. The camera shook slightly and Sam and Dean heard the guy utter a foul word and call the girl by her name. "Kayla!" The guy said. The camera focused on a figure behind the girl and the guy cussed again. The girl turned to the spirit, Sam saw now, the era red and gold uniform and flintlock with a bayonet affixed to the end, but he could also see the tree directly behind the soldier. The camera fell when the girl cried out and although the footage lost focus the camera had landed facing the people and picked up the fight as the spirit attacked. The girl screamed and fell, the camera catching a knife wound in her chest in sharp focus. The guy cried out and fell, also in camera range. The camera flickered, static filling the image as the spirit stepped in front of it. The boots easily identifiable as that era with the heavy smooth leather soles and spurs attached. The spirit disappeared. Brit shut off the camera and the TV.

"This is the first you've had any trouble like this?"

"Like this yes. Did Bobby tell you how I first met him when I was little?"

"No." Dean and Sam both said in unison.

"There was another haunting. The neighbor below me was demolishing an old cabin that had been abandoned twenty years or so before I was born. Jerk planned to put in a hunting cabin and run the hikers off my land. A lot of people come here to watch the animals and hope to see something they've never seen before. That and the rocks at the top of the mountain. You climb those rocks you can see into both Pennsylvania and West Virginia. It's awesome. Anyway, he bulldozed the cabin and brought in a large prefab building to turn into a hunting cabin. What he didn't know, that my father tried to tell him, was that the family that had the place before had a cemetery on the lot. There was an infant buried there along with her father. The child had died two weeks after being born and her death devastated the father. He said he'd never give her up so he killed himself to be with her. The wife's brother came and got her in the middle of the night after she'd found her husband and the place had stayed empty all these years.

The jerk, when he demolished the cabin, disturbed the graves. The first few nights we could hear the baby girl crying. She sounded so lonely. Then the guy came back to do some more work on his cabin and the baby's cries spooked him. He sat all night on the porch of the cabin with a gun in his hands. That night the baby stopped crying and you could hear her giggling and cooing like someone was playing with her. Then you heard the man that owned the new cabin scream and I swore I heard another man's voice say "I'll never let anyone hurt my baby." The next morning the owner was dead. His hair was white. He had this terrified look frozen on his face and a rotted baby blanket clutched in his hands. My granddad, who knew Bobby, called for help and together they put the spirits to rest. My dad bought the land from the wife of the jerk and the family cemetery was put back the way it had been. My dad decided that from then on, since I'd been involved, he wanted to teach me how to defend myself against these supernatural things. My mom would have nothing to do with it so she took me and left. My mom died when I was twenty and I found my dad again. When he felt he was too old to manage the land he gave it to me and I use some of the profits to keep him in an assisted living apartment just a few miles away."

"We'll find this spirit." Sam said. "I'll do some research tonight and see if I can't find out who we're dealing with."

"There's WiFi in the cabins. Take your pick which one you want to stay in. The only one that's occupied is the last one. The sisters you probably saw on the dirt bikes are staying there.

"Sisters?" Dean questioned with a smirk on his face. Sam rolled his eyes and Brit chuckled.

"Don't get any ideas hot shot. They're seventeen and nineteen. Local motocross riders."

"They're good. They were bogging when we came in. Buried in mud." The guys stood and left the kitchen. Brit followed them out.

"I'll see you guys in the morning. Breakfast is at seven. You can meet the girls."

A/N: So there's another one. Next one up tomorrow evening. Let me know if you're still hanging with me and just so you know it's about to get rough for the boys. I hope to see you all back tomorrow night! Please Review. Cookies for all!