Chapter 10

"I feel like a stalker," Sam whispers. Both Sam and Dean are crouched in the thick brush surrounding the lake. It is nearly three in the morning and they have seen no evidence of Lina.

"Why did Bobby shove this case on us? I'd rather be hunting vampires," Dean replies disgruntled, "There's a bar down the street with my nam–," he immediately falls silent when a flash of blonde hair dashes to the tree line.

"There she is," Sam murmurs.

Sam and Dean creep along the lake, making sure to keep a safe distance between them and Lina. She walks for about a mile before coming to a small sheltered area. She hangs a towel and bag on a low tree branch and then begins removing her clothes. Sam turns away and has to physically turn Dean's face away. Dean bats Sam's hand away and looks at him with an offended expression.

"What do you think I am a pervert?" Dean whispers before closing his mouth and shrugging, "Well I'm not that bad."

Sam rolls his eyes and then focuses on Lina who is now in a large t-shirt. She walks to the shore and dips her feet into the water. She moves to take another step forward, but immediately freezes. She steps back and whips her head around like she's looking for someone. After a couple of seconds her eyes land on the group of trees Sam and Dean are hiding in.

"Hm. You don't think she can see us, do you?" Dean mumbles beside Sam.

"Well–," Sam starts.

Hello?

Sam inhales sharply and scrunches his brow in pain.

"Sam? Did something happen?" Dean immediately questions.

"I heard the voice again," Sam says softly, "It said, hello."

"It said hello? Well it's certainly not Denise then," Dean mutters. He purses his lips and looks towards Lina. She's still staring at their hiding spot.

"You don't think–," Dean begins.

WHO ARE YOU!?

This time Sam gasps louder. The words scream painfully and push against his skull. The question echoes harshly, each echo causing his head to throb more. Sam grips the soft earth roughly and groans. He can barely hear Dean's words, but is comforted by his brother's hand on his back.

"Please stop," Sam pleads, directing the comment to the voice in his head. He feels Dean withdraw instead.

"That's enough," Dean whispers angrily. Sam hears rustling and looks up just in time to see Dean crashing through the trees straight towards Lina.