I'm so sorry guys that it has taken me so long to update. I've finally got the inspiration I needed for me to complete chapter two, and without further a due, here it is.

Klink was lying in bed asleep when a floating knife moved next to him just as a dark shadow took form; its hands clutched the handle.

"You did this to me!" the shadow, in a very feminine, yelled loud enough to shake the whole room. The shaking woke Klink up from his peaceful slumber. He opened his bleary eyes and when they cleared and focused on the floating knife and dark shadow he yelped and retreated back, now fully awake and alert.

"Who… who are—" Klink's question got cut off as the knife plunged deep into his abdomen. Dark red oozed out and Klink put his hand over it, trying to stop the blood flow, only it just kept on running.

"You did this!" the shadow shouted, and then the knife levitated, stopping just above his chest. Klink stared at the knife in horror, his pale face turning slightly gray from the blood loss.

"Please…" he begged, but the shadow just grinned and then the knife plunged his stomach harder, and Klink let out a groan only to fall to the side, eyes dull and lifeless.

Sam bolted up panicked, lightly banging his head on the board above him. His vision went blurry upon impact, and he rubbed his aching forehead, feeling a cool wetness on his hand. He knew it was his sweat, and he knew that the dream was just a memory of his recent vision.

Dean woke up—finding himself on the hard, uncomfortable ground—to the sound of someone banging their head, and the full slumber, dreamless sleep disappeared as he immediately realized that his brother was in distress. He quickly looked over seeing Sam sitting up with his head bent and rubbing at his forehead. "Sam?" he asked.

Sam looked up at his brother and Dean almost let out a gasp as he saw the horrifying look shining bright in his brother's dark hazel eyes, and his hair plastered to his sweaty forehead. Dean could see his brother trembling slightly. "Dean." Sam's voice pained Dean as the soft whisper filled his ears, and Dean recognized the signs of a nightmare.

"Sammy, hey, it's okay," he said, putting a hand on his little brother's shoulders, and Sam leaned into Dean's embrace, filling the safe and comforting arms around him. Sam's sudden reaction caused a surge of panic in Dean. Whatever Sam had seen really freaked him out, Dean thought. Sam had never had such a reaction like this since he was five, and would crawl up to him. But he pushed down the panic for his little brother's sake. "Sam, are you okay?"

Sam nodded, and lifted his head. "Yeah, bad dream."

"About?"

"The vision, some spirit or ghost is going to attack Klink. We have to help him." Sam said in a rush, his heart pounded harder against his chest as he tried to get up only to have Dean push him back down. Dean didn't know what Sam had his said, so he slowly told Sam to calm down and start again. Sam took a nice, deep breath before explaining the vision again, telling his older brother everything he remembered.

Dean with a serious look kept his eyes on Sam, who looked about ready to burst into tears. Dean knew that whatever vision Sam saw was bad enough to throw his kid brother into guilt. Dean would never tell Sam aloud that the visions scared the crap out of him, considering that Dean had to practically watch as Sam clutched his head as his eyes glazed and stared into nothingness. It was the most horrific experience Dean hated to watch, because he knew that there was nothing he could to help Sam, just hold him and whisper comforting words till he came out of it.

"Dean?" Sam asked as he noticed that Dean had practically gone off into his own world.

"Yeah, Sam. Don't worry, we'll figure it out okay, everything is going to be fine."

"How do you know?"

"Because I'm the older brother, and you know the oldest is always right."

"Sure, just like you were right about that ghoul," Sam said sarcastically.

Dean stared at Sam, but didn't say anything.

"What time is it?" Sam asked, looking out the window. The sun was still out, but sunset looked to be rolling in.

"Nearly six," Dean said, and then noticed that Sam's eyes went huge. "Don't worry, Hogan and his crew took care of everything."

Sam relaxed. "That's good. I'm sorry about this Dean."

"Hey, don't you go all emo on me, it's not like you can control the damn things, and it sure as hell isn't your fault that you have really lousy timing."

Sam laughed. "Thanks, Dean."

"It's no problem, Sammy."

"So, how'd they take the news?" Sam's voice lowered.

"Surprisingly, pretty well."

"Do you think they've come across psychics?"

Dean shrugged. "Don't know, but I seriously doubt it. We only have room for one Haley Joel."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Guess we should head—"

A knock on the door, interrupted Sam.

"Open," Dean yelled as he helped Sam to his feet. His brother was still a little unsteady, which was typical after a premonition. He knew that Sam's headache for the most part was gone, but the poor kid was still looking sickish, not to the point he'd be kneeling over a toilet, but enough that he was still pale, but thankfully some of his color was slowly creeping up on his face.

Colonel Hogan came in. "Glad to see you awake." Sam nodded. "So… um…" Hogan didn't know what to say to him. He wanted to question the vision, but that was something between them, and he knew he had no business delving into their personal information, especially when it came to something as serious as this. Hell, some of his own men supposedly wondered if he had ESP, but he denied it, simply telling them he had good intuition. But this this with Sam really shocked him. Not to the point he'd call the poor kid a "freak" but it did shake him up. For the most part, Sam was a good guy, so was Dean, who was a little on the cocky side, but Hogan knew that that would not be a problem.

"Is something wrong?" Dean asked, and out of his peripheral vision, he noticed that Sam rolled his eyes and giving him that what do you think he wants to know? Look. Dean shook his head and waited for Hogan to answer his question.

"Nothing's wrong, I was just curious about your power Sam? I mean… do you have a power too, Dean?"

Dean laughed. "Oh, right, like I'd be like Francis over here," he joked.

Hogan gave a confused look. "These men sure do speak funny," he thought. "Okay, so I'll just take that as a no. Sam, do you feel comfortable going back to the main room?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, it's fine. I kind of feel bad anyway for occupying your space."

Hogan laughed. "Don't worry about it."

They headed back out of the room, and Sam was slightly uncomfortable about all the strange glances being darted at him. He knew that they weren't the ones that made him feel like he was a freak; they were the ones that meant concern. Deep down, he knew that Hogan's men were a bit curious—or maybe freaked out—about what had happened, but he was pretty sure that they weren't going to call him a freak. And even if they did, Dean would immediately take control of the situation by sticking up for him.

Sam took a seat by the table and Dean sat down next to him, and everything was very awkward.

"So, did those men make it out?" Dean asked, breaking the uneasy silence.

Hogan nodded. "Yep, on their way to London."

"That's good," Sam said in a low whisper, loud enough for Dean's ears only.

Dean smirked and looked over at his brother, who was looking down at the table, trying to escape everyone's view. Dean wanted to yell out for them to stop that way Sam would feel better, but he fought against the urge.

A vibrating noise came from Sam's pocket. The brothers looked at one another in confusion, before Sam pulled out his cell phone. The Caller ID said, BOBBY.

"How the hell is Bobby calling us?" Dean asked.

Sam shrugged. "Do you think we should answer?"

"Of course, you should. Maybe, he can help."

Sam pressed the call button and put it up to his ear. "Hello."

"Sam, what the heck? I've been trying to get a hold of you boys for hours. Where are you?"

Sam cleared his throat. "That's complicated."

"What do you mean? Is Dean with you?"

"Yeah, Dean is here. Is something wrong?"

"You could say that! You boys were supposed to be done with that hunt hours ago."

"Yeah, but Bobby I don't think it was a ghoul."

"What are…" static started cutting in. "… Talking… Sam?"

Static crackled loudly and Sam had to pull the phone away, until it died down and he was able to put it back. "Bobby? Hello?"

"Sam… you're… breaking…"

"Bobby? Hello? Hello?" Sam said, but all he could hear was static. "Dammit!" Sam ended the call and placed his mobile phone on the table.

"What happened Sam?" Dean asked, confused.

"Don't know, the connection started breaking up."

"Wonder why."

Hogan looked between them. "Guys, what…"

But it was pointless the boys were ignoring him and continuing their unusual conversation.

"Who knows, but Dean, when you did the research what exactly did find out? I mean, because that thing we saw didn't look like a normal ghoul."

"Come on, didn't the red and green eyes tip you off? I mean, cause it lead me to believe that it was ghoul," Dean said.

"Dean, we've met other creatures with similarities, did you at least check out the time frame?"

"Um… not really. Is that important or something?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Of course it is, Dean! This is why you should have let me do the research. But how can I now? No laptop."

"Dean! Sam!" Hogan ordered.

"What?!" The brothers yelled and turned to look at Hogan at the same time.

"Whoa, simmer down, geez, you both really are going to get us into trouble if you keep this up," Hogan steamed.

"Look, Hogan, we aren't going to get you into trouble, once we get a hold of Bobby and find a way out you'll never have to worry about us again!" Dean steamed back.

"We'll still have to get two men in here before you can!"

"Guys, this is pointless fighting, besides, we have more pressing matters like my vision and getting a hold of Bobby again," Sam said.

"Who is this Bobby character?" Newkirk asked.

"Bobby is like us, he's a hunter… back home, back in our time. He's one of the top researchers, and if anyone will know how to get us back, it's him," Sam explained.

"Okay, well, why don't you call Bobby back," Dean said.

"Good idea." Sam picked up his phone and dialed the number, only to get struck by a loud crackling noise. "No use, it's only picking up static."

"Damn!"

Sam sighed.

"So, Sam, what was in this—" Hogan started, but a shout stopped him.

"Schultz is coming!" LeBeau said from his position of peaking out the door.

"Okay, everyone act casual," Hogan said, pulling out a deck of cards and passing them out to the men.

Schultz walked in right as Hogan said, "Dang it, I'm out."

"Ah, poker again."

"Do you want to join in? Carter deal him."

Schultz shook his head. "No, I don't need to get into trouble."

"One game, Schultz," Hogan insisted.

"No, Cononel Hogan, I'm here on official business," he said.

"Official business? What is it this time Schultzie?" Newkirk inquired.

Schultz pulled out a locket. "Does this belong to you? Don't tell me. I don't want to know. But if it does, put it back."

Klink comes through the door, hitting Schultz in the back. "Dummkopf. Ah, Hogan, I see you…" Klink never got out, because Schultz backed up a little too much, nudging the Commandant. "Schultz, you idiot… what's that?"

"What's what?" the sergeant asked.

Klink took off his monocle and pointed to the item still clutched in Schultz's hand. "That item. Did you think you could try and outsmart me?"

"Oh, no sir, Kommandant, I…"

"Oh, never mind," Klink said, while shooting his arm in an acute angle bend across his chest. "So, Hogan, you were trying to hide this from me," he said, at the same moment he snatched the pocket watch out of Schultz's hand.

"Oh, now, Klink, would I do something like that? Besides, it doesn't even work," Hogan said with a shrug and a wicked smirk.

"I don't know. If this was stolen from a German soldier, I must confiscate this, until proven otherwise."

Hogan rolled his eyes. "Klink!"

"Ah. Ah. You are done taking food from German mouths, and now you are taking pocket watches too," Klink said.

Hogan took it upon himself to quickly look at the watch. "Klink, I don't think that's a German pocket watch."

Klink scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. "How do you know?"

"Check the back."

Klink flipped it over, squinted his eyes, and read out loud. "Made in…" He looked up at Hogan and Hogan only shrugged. Klink quickly shoves it in his pocket and walked out the door.

Schultz shrugged. "Hogan, next time, do me a favor."

Hogan leaned back and crossed his arms. "What's that?"

"Claim it is yours, Hogan."

Hogan smiled. "Sure, Schultz. Sure."

"SCHULTZ!" Klink yelled from outside and Schultz quickly nodded to the men in the barracks before he left.

Okay, so let me do a little explaining about this chapter because it was so hard to get everything right. Don't worry, Hogan and the gang will ask questions about the strange cell phone since back then they weren't invented yet. They will also be asking about Sam's visions. I'll also be explaining, how Bobby could call.

Please review. I know I'm not the best writer. So, I need both good and bad criticism.