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, ! Don't ya just love my friend?! He inspired me to write this fic! He's even helping me do so. I T ' ' ! Yeah...isn't Bill great? Anyway, as usual my lovelies, thanks for all and any support you give to this and any other fics I've written! This chapter should go up the day after the previous one, so hopefully it isn't so popular I'm torturing the masses. Love y'all! Thanks and Enjoy!

On the Rode - 3rd Person PoV - The Winchesters - One Week Later

Sam had just settled to sleep when the insistent ring of his brother's phone roused him. He was dimly aware of what Dean was saying, but he figured it was just a case. Sam mentally shrugged, knowing his brother would let him know what was going on when he woke up.

Meanwhile Dean huffed as he began heading north, the opposite direction they had been heading, to an itty bitty town in Oregon that didn't even seem to be on any maps. Why couldn't any of these jobs be in the direction I'm already fucking going? Dean thought to himself. He hated having to completely turn around because it wasted time. Bobby had told him that some kid was going bat shit in the streets and the citizens didn't have a clue what it was all about. This kid didn't seem to be town sweetheart, but at least they'd never gone on a rampage like this. Dean floored the petal of the Impala, knowing that if he sped quick enough, he could be there by daybreak.

(Hours Later)

Dean pulled up to the shack that Bobby had been told the kid lived, and shook Sam lightly to wake him up.

"What's going on?" Sam inquired as he noticed the car was stopped.

Dean explained the whole situation, thinking it was just going to be a quick possession case. Exorcisms were easy, now that they knew all about demons and such. The two quickly hopped out of a car and grabbed the salt and holy water they needed, stuffing the small containers in their pockets. Dean strode easily up to the door as Sam investigated around. Dean knocked lightly and was greeted by and older man wearing a tank top and some hastily thrown on sweats.

Dean began his usual spiel, "Hello, sir. We've heard that some kid around here was acting a bit...off?" He offered his best smile, but found the door slammed in his face. "Sir? My brother and I are here to help!"

No answer. Dean huffed impatiently as he knocked a few more times, Sam finally joining him as they waited to see if the man would come back. A voice piped up behind them after nearly a minute of knocking.

"Did you say you were here to help?"

Mabel heard the guys trying to talk to Stan while she was sitting outside alone. She felt, for the first time, lonely. Dipper had been acting off lately, and she didn't know why. It wasn't anything big, but it was noticeable. He was rude to people he normally liked, reclusive, and, worst of all, he didn't want to talk to Mabel. He was shutting her out, so she called a friend of her parents' to help. He said he'd send somebody he knew to help. She'd been waiting outside for nearly an hour before she heard the two talking to Grunkle Stan.

"Did you say you were here to help?" She asked quietly.

She stepped out into full view and looked the two men up and down. She could tell they were brothers, just by the comfortable way which they stood by each other. One had short cropped lighter brown hair with a set jaw and a leather jacket, while the other, taller one had longer hair and an older, worn flannel shirt on. Immediately the shorter of the two knelt to her height and looked her in the eyes.

"Do you know anything about a kid acting off?"

Mabel nodded, almost shyly. She didn't know what else to do without Dipper, so she figured help wouldn't hurt.

"How?" The longer haired one took a step forward and looked down at her, concerned.

Now was the explanation. How can I say anything without sounded absolutely insane? Mabel wondered.

"My brother," She started, "Dipper. About a week ago he started acting just...off. He didn't really wanna talk, just began to space out and...I even heard him talking to himself." Mabel stopped. She didn't even know these guys, yet she was telling them things she hadn't even told Soos or Wendy. She took a deep breath before she continued. " It wasn't like his normal mental notes or anything. It was like he was having a two sided conversation with someone who isn't there. I just...I didn't know what to do so I panicked and called your friend. He's never acted like this before. We've had problems in the past with him growing distant, but never like this."

Mabel felt glad to finally get all of it off her chest. The two looked at her and then considered each other for a moment.

"What's your name again, kid?" The shorter one's face eased slightly and he put a comforting hand on her should.

Mabel sniffed, slightly upset. "Mabel."

"I'm Dean, and this is my brother, Sammy. We're going to help, alright. We'll make your brother right, but you have to promise to trust us on a couple of things, alright? He's going to fight back and try to convince you to make us stop, but if everything is O.K. with him it won't hurt him at all. Got it?"

Mabel nodded feebly. She had no other choice. It was either trust these two, or let Dipper go and do whatever he was doing.

She quietly whimpered, holding back tears, "He should be this way."

And the three of them headed in through the back together.