-1Siren's Song

Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm not paid to do this.

A/N: Sorry this chapter's so short. The next one will be longer, I promise.

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Dean woke up to sunlight streaming over his face. He opened his eyes and saw Sam sitting on his still made bed. Dean sniffled and sat up, wincing a bit. "Hey, did you sleep last night?" He reached for the tissue box on the nightstand.

"No, not really." Sam sounded mildly distracted. "I read up on our new friends, though."

Crumpling his tissue in his hand, Dean gave Sam a sharp look. "I thought we talked about this whole, you not sleeping gig. Sam, it ain't healthy. you aren't doing yourself any favors by staying up all night, you know."

"I know. We talked, and we talked, but what we didn't talk about was the fact that you snore like hell when you're sick. You kept me up all night, so I figured I might as well make the most of it."

"I so don't snore." Came the all too quick protest.

"You wanna bet?" Sam got to his feet and cracked his back loudly. "I'm going to head down to the diner and get us some lunch, then tell you what I've learned. It's sort of interesting."

"Lunch? How long have I been out?" A frown flitted over Dean's face quickly.

"Well, it's about 11:30 and you fell asleep around 8 last night." He kept his voice glib.

"I'm really not that hungry, Sammy." He sniffled and rubbed at his nose, willing himself not to sneeze. It didn't really work, however. "Hep-isshh-oo! Heh-chuu! Isshh-uu! Goddammit!" He pinched his nose softly.

"Bless. I'll be back." Sam grabbed the car keys and took off for the small diner that wasn't too far away from the only store in to the town.

Dean nodded and flipped on the TV, sighing softly. "Basic cable sucks all sorts of ass." After he decided that there was nothing good on TV, Dean allowed himself to doze off, if only for a little while.

He started awake when Sam walked in through the door, carrying a plastic bag. He took out a rather large paper bowl and plastic soup spoon and handed it to Dean. "Here you go. Chicken soup and crackers, best thing ever for a cold. I got you some OJ, too." When he'd started eating, Sam could tell that Dean was sicker than he let on, because he didn't even glance at Sam's thick cheeseburger and steak fries and hardly touched any of his own food. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Feed a cold starve a fever." He reminded Dean cheerfully.

"That is the single biggest load of bull crap in the English language. Everyone knows it, too." Dean picked up his bowl and took a few more bites, just to make Sam happy, however. "So, tell me what you learned last night."

"Well, Sirens are found in groups of two or three. And, as you know, they use their voices to bring sailors to their deaths. They've been in folklore for ages, and even though they've changed through the years, a few things have stayed the same. they still kill only men with their song. Women and animals either can't hear them, as those guys said, or they aren't effected by it. They still live on islands. Which makes sense. I mean, the Bermuda Triangle, all the cruise ship disappearances and fishing trips gone very wrong, even on calm water..."

"One thing, Sam, women have gone missing from those things too." Dean helped himself to a Kleenex and blew his nose, then moaned softly and touched his head. "I mean, if they can't hear them, then they should have been left strictly alone."

"People vanish from other things too, but when someone goes missing on the water, eight times out of ten, it's a man." Sam met Dean's watery red eyes. "I'm telling you Man, I'm on to something, here."

Dean nodded, giving up at last. "Fine, if it's Siren, or Sirens, how do they die?"

Sam bit his lip. "Someone has to hear their song and live to tell the tale."