What's Up? For this chapter to make sense, Im gonna need you guys to dig REALLY deep into your "Gilmore Girls/previous JDM,JA,JP acting jobs" knowledge for this to make sense!

Sam pulled up a chair by the fireplace in the empty front room to the Dragonfly Inn. There was no one down there except for him and Dean. "Why do they have ten copies of 'He's Just Not That Into You'?" Dean asked, and Sam shrugged.

"So how do we kill it?" Dean asked, pulling up a chair closer to the fire.

"We've gotta get rid of whatever's making it mad enough to screw with these people," Sam said.

"Ok; Step One: Hire a hit man for Taylor." Dean said, and even Sam had to crack a smile at that one.

"Seriously, Dean," Sam said, a smile still on his face. "Whatever's making it mad enough to come out has got to go and they'll be fine. At least it's not killing anyone, then we'd have a serious issue. Its a lower level threat."

"They're classifying ghosts now?" Dean said, searching for the remote to the tiny TV. "What's a vampire, a level one threat to society, right above werewolves?" He snickered, flipping on the TV and keeping the volume low. He finally settled on a station.

"Greys Anatomy?" Sam asked, looking up as the show went on commercial break.

"What?" Dean asked, defensive. "It's a good show!" Sam kept glaring at him until he confessed. "Izzy's pretty hot too."

"It's a soap opera," Sam said, returning to his computer.

"No, it's not," Dean defended. "Aw, it's a rerun."

"I cut Denny's L-Vad wire, Christina, I have to deal with that,"

"See?" Dean said, pointing to the TV screen.

"Dean, turn it off," Sam said, laughing.

"See, last season, she completely fell in love this Denny Duquette. He was a character."

"What? It's not like there's anything else on Thursdays at nine," Dean said.

"Fine," Sam said, giving in. "But I get to watch Smallville."

"No," Dean groaned. "I'm sorry, I cannot stand another episode of the new garbage they have. Everyone knows it started to suck after season four."

"And why is that?"

"It just did."

"Dean's got a man-crush on Jason," Sam teased, and Dean punched him in the shoulder.

"I will admit," Dean said. "The guy was good looking."

"Do we have a deal? You get Grey's Anatomy, I get Smallville."

"Deal," Dean said grudgingly. "I hear Denny's coming back in a new episode, too."

"So now you have a man-crush on Denny?"

"Hell no!" Dean was quick to say, as if he was totally disgusted with the idea. Mortified. "No, just...no. Something is just...wrong with that."

Dean flipped through more channels, until he finally turned the TV off. "So, tomorrow," Sam started off again, "Were gonna have to go around town, and figure out who's been hit the hardest, try to find a trend among the people affected. We already knew Rory, Gypsy, Taylor."

"The entire town," Dean said, aimlessly flipping through channels again.

"I know something's gonna happen tomorrow," Sam said, "We gotta figure this out and fix it. I mean-" Sam suddenly stopped talking and slammed the laptop shut. He was grabbing his forehead and rocking back and forth.

"Sammy?" Dean asked. His brother was about to have a vision. Sam started to fall to the floor, and Dean grabbed the laptop in just enough time so it didn't fall to the floor under Sam. "Sam??"

They were in a huge crowd of people. Sam... and another girl, a blonde, and Rory was there. But where was Dean? Sam had to find Dean. Dean was in trouble! He spun around, but it was too dark. A million neon lights were flashing in his face one mintue and then complete darkness.

"Sam!" Rory was calling his name.

"I'll be right back!" Sam yelled back at her over the crowd and kept walking, even though he wasn't sure if she heard him or not.

A heavy metal bar closed over Sam's head and he blacked out.

"Sam!" Sam's eye fluttered open. "You've been out for 5 minutes!"

"Let me get back upstairs," Dean slipped an arm under Sam's shoulder and supported him up the stairs. Sam lay down on the bed. Dean ran downstairs and got the laptop, and then locked their door. "What happened," He was digging in his bag for Tylenol.

"I don't remember," Sam said. "Don't even bother, it wont work." Sam saw the Tylenol bottle in Dean's hand. Dean nonetheless shoved this pills at Sam. "It was dark. Nighttime, I think, that's it."

"You were out for five minutes, that can't be it," Dean persisted.

"Keep your voice down!" Sam ordered and Dean realized it was late and everyone else in the inn was asleep.

"Think," Dean said, his voice now a normal tone.

"There were lights, alot of them, in my eyes." Sam said. "You weren't there. Thats it, Dean."

"Okay," Dean said. "Alright."

"Breakfast!" the chef called, as she brought out plates of muffins. "Fresh baked this morning. You boys want some?" Sam took a muffin and Dean took two.

"There's always more!" She was glowing, it seemed. "I'm Sookie, by the way!" Every sentence she said deserved about five exclamation points after them. It was classic pregnant woman happy. She balanced the tray of newly baked goods on her stomach.

Dean nearly inhaled his breakfast. Both blueberry muffins were gone, and Dean went back for more. "I'll bring you boys some juice from the back," Sookie said after watching Dean gobble down a third muffin. "Sit tight!"

She came back and sat in the huge armchair opposite the boys after giving them their juices. "Patti told me why you boys were here, looking for houses." They had sure been right when they said Ms. Patti and Babette were head of the gossip in the community. "That's so sweet!" She put her hands to her stomach. "So what do you guys think of the town?"

Dean seized his perfect opportunity. "Well, last night was awful interesting." He assumed everyone in town had heard the bells and knew about the lights going off because he'd heard some other people talking about it earlier. Sookie nodded. "Does stuff like that happen all the time?"

Sam saw what Dean was doing. "Usually, no," Sookie said, looking glum. "Lately, yes." She smiled. "Truthfully."

Dean nodded, egging her on. Sam was waiting. "Not much has happened. It all started at Taylor's. No, no, it all started at Gypsy's, I think. The day after her great-aunt's funeral she found out her tools were missing- all her new tools. Then all her lights went out in her shop, cost her a fortune to replace all the flourescents at once."

Sam knew the basic starting point now, was to talk to Gyspy. Wait- "Funeral?"

"Yeah, her great aunt died about two months ago." Sookie said.

"Sookie!" Lorelai came running into the room, looking like if she didn't find Sookie, the world was gonna end.

"I gotta go, boys, enjoy your breakfast," Sookie got up to join Lorelai, who was in mid-breakdown point.

"Let's go talk to this Gypsy then." Dean said, as he pulled himself up from his chair, brushing crumbs off his shirt.

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