Dean and Sam Winchester sat in the sleek black 1967 Chevrolet Impala as it drove down the lonely Colorado highway. Sam looked at Dean with an annoyed pout, or as Dean called it "Sam's bitch face".

'Sam! Sam. Okay I get it.' Dean grumbled, he had finally had enough of his brothers incessant whining and slammed his hand on the steering wheel in blooming anger.

Sam huffed reclining back in his seat, he gave Dean one last look of annoyance. Although Sam didn't flinch, he was anxious at Dean's reaction.

The car fell silent, as Sam drifted off into a light sleep. Dean glanced at Sam and gave a small smile.

Sam dreamt.

His brown orbs snapped open, not knowing where he was Sam flicked on his hunter senses. Trees swayed, as he looked around the deserted cemetery. He felt shivers run up his spine, as spine-tingling whispers broke the eerie silence. They whispered were inaudible to even Sam's 'hunter' ears. Sam suddenly recognized where he was and he gave low groan of mental pain.

He swallowed thickly and walked through the rows of gravestones, he suddenly froze as he came across one particular headstone.

JESSICA LEE MOORE

Beloved Daughter

January 24th 1984-November 2nd 2005

Sam lips gave a strangled sob and he fell to his knees, ignoring the pain and stared at the small picture.

'I'm sorry this happened to you.' He reached out to touch the photo when a hand shot out from the soil and grabbed Sam's hand. He gave a yell as the dirt-covered hand began to pull him under the ground. He jerked and pulled but the hand had a firm grip. His body slowly sunk beneath the soil and Sam gave one last breath before he was completely submerged.

Sam shot up with choked yell, his heart pounding, his breath ragged. Dean jumped and swiftly glanced at Sam, his deep green eyes filled with concern.

Peering back at the windscreen with narrowed eyes, Dean furrowed his brow, 'You okay Sammy?'

Sam squinted at him annoyed, 'Its Sam.' He snapped, before lowering his tone because of the look that Dean gave him. 'I'm fine Dean. Keep your eyes on the road.'

'You wanna' drive for a while?' Dean asked with a barely suppressed flinch.

Sam laughed as he looked up from his hands to his bother with barely concealed astonishment, 'Dean, your whole life you never once asked me that.'

Dean inwardly frowned, 'Thought you might want to. Never mind'

'I get it. You're worried about me, but I'm perfectly fine.'

Letting the subject go, but not forgetting it, Dean smirked at shifted in his seat, 'Where we goin' again?'

Sam pulled the map from the dash. There marked with a circle in the middle of green was Blackwater Ridge. 'Someplace called Blackwater Ridge, Colorado.'

'Good. How far?'

'About 500 miles.' Sam set the map back on the dash and sat up straight, 'But, it doesn't make any sense. The co-ordinates dad gave us point to the middle of nowhere'

Dean shrugged and said, 'They obviously lead somewhere. Dad might be there.' Dean knew this was highly unlikely. 'If we shag-ass we can make it by mornin'.' Sam scoffed quietly.

The green-eyed man suddenly broke out in a massive grin, 'Good.'

He revved the engine, causing purr to swamp the other noises. Dean precisely remembered when his father, John, gave him the beautiful machine when Dean turned sixteen. With sleek black leather seats and matching dash, the old Chevy was in great condition. Well, she should be with the amount of care Dean gave her. Yes, Dean referred to his car as 'she'. Sam had heard him call the car 'baby' as well, but whenever he mentioned it, Dean grew defensive and slightly embarrassed.

The next morning arrived. It was 7:00am sharp and the classic car pulled up outside the ranger's station. Dean slammed the door shut followed by Sam as they made their way into the modernized building.

The structure was only one story with several large windows making the inside bright. Brochures and leaflets littered the bulletin boards that were scattered among the grounds.

Ranger Wilkinson sighed for what seemed like the millionth time and took the fraying cap off his balding head, wiped his forehead and replaced the cap making it fit smug to his head.

He looked up as the bell above the door clanged. The two men that walked in didn't look like the other walkers or people searching for a thrill in the dangerous forest. The taller one had to be at least six feet tall with shaggy brown hair and dark brown eyes; he seemed the more intelligent of the two. Meanwhile the shorter man had more muscle with bottle green eyes and spiky ash blonde hair. Both men wore leather jackets (though the taller man seem uncomfortable in his), faded jeans and biker boots.

One thing is for sure, these men weren't your everyday hikers. He watched as the two men made their way to one of the many display cabinets.

Dean pointed to a picture. The bear was massive weighing at least 200 pounds, large teeth that were designed to rip through flesh and bone and glaring dark eyes. He looked at Sam with a giant grin, 'Dude, check at the size of this freakin' bear'

Sam looked at his awestruck brother and shook his head in disbelief; he swore Dean had the attention span of a two year old. 'And has a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It's no nature hike that's for sure.' He scoffed lightly causing the rangers interest to divert to him.

'You boys aren't planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge by any chance?' Sam and Dean turned to the older man, their faces full of question.

Sam took charge of the situation, 'Oh no sir, we're environmental study majors from UC Boulder, just working on a paper.'

Their cover story was going as planned, that is until Dean opened his mouth, 'Recycle man!' he fist pumps the air with a somewhat sarcastic smirk which made the older man sneered slightly.

Letting out a sceptical chuckle the greying man said, 'Bull! You're friends with David and Julie right?'

Sam and Dean thought for a moment, they hadn't heard of anyone called the Julie and David, Sam quickly made up a convincing lie 'Yes we are Ranger-' Dean glanced subtly at the other man's name badge and smiled, '-Wilkinson'

'Well I'll tell you, they went out on the yesterday and are not supposed to be back 'til the 21st. So it's not actually missing persons is it?'

'No sir. Thank you for your time' Sam shook hand with the older ranger and turned to Dean who was too busy looking at the other wildlife pictures. This one in particular was of a swarm of large hornets. Dean shivered slightly, monsters he could handle but large swarms of bugs? Nope, definitely not. 'Come on Dean'

Dean snapped out of whatever stupor he was in and gave a hefty fake smile before following his overbearing brother.