In Darkness, Of Light

A/N:
Alright, here's my first chapter, I hope you all enjoy it!!!
Oh, no sex for this chapter, just a little heads up
BUT! It will come...eventually

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Chapter 1
Croatoan Revisited

-Rivergrove, Oregon-

"So what? You think we've got another disappearing city on our hands again?"

Sam slowed as he glanced over at his brother, "Dean, the city didn't disappear-"

Dean waved his hand violently in the air, "yeah, yeah, the people did, but it looks normal here."

Sure enough glancing around, Same could see nor sense anything amiss in the town. It fit the bill of every other small town in the country, friendly people who knew each other, family owned businesses. It all seemed as normal as any other place had been, it had always been what was working on the inside that really counted.

"A little weird that our phones didn't work don't you think?"

Dean glanced over, "we're in the middle of nowhere."

"And the payphone?"

Violent handmotions again, "alright, alright, so somethings going on."

They reached the Impala as Sam looked grim, "yeah and we're in the middle of ground zero."

Dean slid into the driver seat, "well lets go find this Dwayne guy and see if we figure this out before it gets bad."

Sam closed his door, "it always gets bad."

Dean started the engine and shifted into gear, "always the pessimist."

Spinning the wheel and gunning it, they were off, unaware of the man watching them from only a few yards off. Dark eyes narrowed as the Impala disappeared over the crest of the hill leading out of town. Leaning against the a telephone post stood the observer, young, only about 20, standing around 5'9", dark, almost black, brown hair and eyes watched carefully, his gaze locked on the top of the hill for a moment.

His voice resonated slightly as he spoke to himself, "so the Winchester brothers as I live and breathe...interesting."

His glance turned to the pole he was leaned against, running strong and smooth fingers over the etched words, "CROATOAN... I wonder..."

With that he was gone, strolling down the stride, giving a quick but warm smile to a woman walking out of the grocery store.

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"Well that was a little Stepford right?"

Sam nodded, "definitely."

Dean stepped down the rest of the stairs and swung around the right of house, Sam following close behind. Crouching down low they slunk along the edge of the house until they reached the kitchen window. Dean hung below it for a moment, their trip to find Dwayne had lead them nowhere, the stupid kid had gone fishing, and his brother and father had been of little more help than to creep him out with their overly cheerful and worry free attitude. He peeked up carefully, feeling the brush of Sam next to him doing the same. Dean scoffed as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him. The woman who obviously had to be Dwayne's mother, who his father had said wasn't home obviously was. Though she was in no way going to be able to answer the door, being tied to a kitchen chair while your husband and one of your sons stands over you with a kitchen knife slicing up your arm makes that difficult. Dean swore under his breath as he drew his gun, a familiar metal click next to him let him know his brother was repeating the same action.

Hurrying over to the back door, Dean picked up his leg and kicked violently at the door. Swooping into the room, Dean and Sam aimed their guns at the two men. The father in a mad fit of rage ran at them waving his knife while screaming. Without a moments hesitation the gun roared several times with the blast from Dean's gun as bloody holes appeared in the mans chest, driving him back and onto the floor. The son wasted no time in jumping up and sprinting out the window, glass crashing around him as he landed in the grass. Sam ran to the window, his gun trained carefully on the kid's back, then he was gone.

Sam spun around and saw Dean untying the woman and looking at her shoulder, "did they bleed on her?"

Dean made a face, "kinda sick but yeah, she's cut, we gotta get her somewhere."

"I saw a medical clinic in town, we should get her there."

"Alright, let's go then," Dean huffed as he helped the woman to her feet and lead her to the door.

Sam glanced out the window one more time, a twinge of guilt for letting the kid go like that ran through him. Suddenly he stopped as he noticed a figure behind the line of trees, he couldn't make out their appearance but something told him the figure was looking straight at him. He looked to the right to ask Dean if he could see it, but when he turned back the figure was gone. He cocked his head to the side but shrugged and followed after his brother.

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Later, after having deposited the grieving widow in the doctors hands, and the body of her once insane and now very much deceased husband, Dean pulled Sam off into a seperate room.

"They had the devil in them? Sounds demonic possession to me," Dean said as he turned around.

"It'd make sense, take over a city from the inside, wipe it faster that way," Sam looked thoughtfully.

"Which means there could be a whole slew of them in this town, we gotta be ready."

Sam looked doubtful, "I mean, I don't know, we didn't see any of the demon smoke when we took that guy out, that and bullets shouldn't take out a possessed person."

"Well it's gotta be something, it's not like they didn't just lose it all of sudden for no reason," Dean said walking away from him and turning back around, "which by the way, this would be less or not a problem if you had just taken out the other one."

Sam looked exasperated, "look Dean, I hesitated alright? It was a kid."

"No! It was something, not a kid. No time for bleeding hearts in this."

Sam opened his mouth to retort but his mouth snapped shut as the clicking of approaching heels cut him off, the haggard doctor burst into the room.

"How is she?" Dean asked.

"Terrible," she replied curtly, "now do you mind telling me what the hell is going on?"

Dean shrugged, "we don't know."

"Well you better know, you just shot my neighbor!"

"Like we had a choice."

"Maybe so, but we need the coroner, and the sheriff."

"Phones are out," Sam answered back.

"I know, even my cell, what about a radio? You guys are bound to have one in your car."

"We do," Sam answered, "but it's out like everything else."

"What the hell is going on around here?"

Dean looked off to the side and then back to the doctor, "where's the nearest town?"

The doctor's gaze swivelled back to Dean, "about 40 miles down a sidewinding road."

Dean nodded, "good, I'm going to go get help, my partner," he said as he clamped Sam on the shoulder, "will stay here to protect you."

"Protect us?" The doctor looked alarmed, "protect us from what?"

Dean stopped at the door, "let us get back to you on that one."

With that he was gone out the door.

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"You're partner's been gone for awhile now," the doctor's voice quiped from behind Sam.

Sam turned to face the doctor who was hunched over a microscope, "well 40 miles is a ways to drive, and he'd need to get the certain people."

The doctor gave a noncomittal grunt before peering closer into the microscope, her eyes widening slightly, "huh!"

"What?"

"The blood sample I took from Mr. Tanner, he was fighting off an infection."

"An infection?"

The doctor nodded, "yes, a viral infection it seems."

"Do you think that's what caused him to be so violent?"

The doctor shook her head, "no, or at least not that I know of. No virus I've heard of causes such violence, dementia maybe, but not violence like this, and it's the damndest thing but..."

Sam stared at the doctor as she paused, "but what?"

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say the virus is leaving behind traces of a substance, and if it didn't make any sense, I'd say it's sulfur residue."

Sam's face went taut, as he whispered softly, "sulfur..."

The doctor turned in her stool as she walked over to the room with the wife sitting patiently in it.

"Beverly?"

"I heard what you said in there, are you telling me that my husband had some disease that made him do this? And my son?"

The doctor shifted her weight uncomfortably, "do you remember having any direct contact with their blood?"

Beverly's face twisted into a mask of horror, "you don't think I've got it too, do you?"

The doctor only grimaced, "Beverly I don't know what to think, but with your permission I'd like to be able to take a blood sample and see, is that ok?"

Beverly glanced over at Sam who had walked in the room in the middle of the coversation and then over at the doctor before slowly nodding. She traced her hand up the doctors hand and then with a gut wrenching force clenched hard onto the doctors wrist. The doctor jerked in suprise at the vice like grip as the woman let out a shrill and mad shriek as she pulled the doctor in with a jerk of her arm and with her free hand back swung, colliding with the doctor's jaw, sending her flying back. Sam rushed forward as the woman whipped around on him and with a shriek grabbed ahold of his clothes and threw him back. He flew through the air and collided with a loud crash into a metal medicine cabinet. She shrieked again as she waved a scalpel she'd grabbed from a nearby table. She flew at Sam, the sharp instrument held in her clenched hand. Acting on instinct Sam reached for the nearby fire extinguisher and swung it in a downward arch, a dull thud echoed through the room as the woman fell to the floor in an unconscious heap.

The assistant ran into the room and covered her mouth with a gasp as she spotted Beverly on the ground, "what?"

He explained it to her as he dragged Beverly's unconscious body into a nearby storage room, being careful to lock it.

"Oh my God! But that could mean anyone could be infected right now!"

Sam nodded as he glanced at the slightly dazed but quickly focusing doctor, "yes, but we need to stay calm."

The assistant shook her head, "no I've gotta get out of her, my boyfriend's out there, he could be in trouble," and with that she was gone from the room.

Sam chased after her, "wait!"

The assistant stopped and turned to Sam and he spoke quickly, "look it's no good going out there with all of that going on, we need to wait until my partner gets back with some help."

Almost as if on que he heard the familiar rumble of the Impala, "see?"

The sounds of approaching footsteps, two pair and Dean banging on the doors were followed by, "Sammy! Let us in!"

Sam unlocked the door and let Dean in along with the man that they'd talked too earlier about Dwayne who was carrying a very large and powerful looking rifle. Dean turned to the man and the assistant, "could you leave us be? I need to talk to him."

They nodded and walked out of the room, joining the doctor, Sam turned to Dean immediately, "Dean what the hell is going on out there?"

Dean shrugged, "I don't know, the whole town's lost their damn minds. They had a blockade on the street, damn near shot my head off. Got back into town and Rambo in their tried to kill me too because he thought I was one of them. Had an oh so relaxing trip back here, and still no answers. What about here?"

Sam looked unsuprised, "the doc thinks it's a virus."

Dean nodded, "alright, and what do you think?"

"I'm going to have to agree."

Dean looked confused, "huh?"

"The virus leaves traces of sulfur in the blood."

Now Dean looked like a cross between irritated and confused, "a demonic virus?"

Sam's face twitched, "I'd say more like demonic germ warfare."

"Perfect."

"Look Dean there are reports of a demon that's now as the Plauge Demon, Demon of Disease, it's name among several others is used in association with Croatoan, according to Dad's journal."

"Even better."

"Well we've gotta get out of here and fast, get some help. This thing could spread fast, and we don't know how far it could spread."

Dean nodded, "I know but there's that whole, "the whole cities' infected and trying to infect or kill us thing," that we've gotta look out for."

"Yeah but-"

"Hey!" The sergeant's voice rang out, "we've got one in here!"

Both of their heads snapped in the direction of the Sergeant and walked over to him, "what do you mean?"

"Beverly she's infected."

Sam frowned, "I've got her locked up."

The Sergeant shook his head, "no, my neighbor that I had to kill, he was strong, real strong, and the longer she's in there, the stronger she'll get. We've gotta put her down."

The assistant looked mollified, "you're going to kill her?"

Dean looked determined, "it's our only choice."

"You can't just put her down like an animal!"

Dean cocked his gun and walked to the storage room door, "yeah well that's what she is now honey."

He unlocked the door, the Sergeant next to him and Sam behind them. Swinging the door open both he and the Sergeant stepped into the room, their guns aimed at the infected Beverly. She sat in the corner of the room, crying as she looked at the Sergeant, "Clark? What are you doing?"

Clark only stared at her as she continued, "please....they locked me in this room....they attacked me! They're infected me...please! You've known me your whole life, PLEASE!!!"

Dean glanced over to Sam, "you're sure she's infected."

"Positive."

Dean nodded and stepped into the room and raised his gun and and squeezed out three rounds into the woman, who's sobbing ended immediately. Dean stared at her lifeless body for a moment before turning back to the other two. Sam looked grim and Dean couldn't read Clark's face, walking out the room he glanced over at the doctor and her assistant, both looked solemn.

"We need to find a way to fight them, they've got numbers on their side, and we don't have that many weapons to take them all out..."

"We've got bombs," Sam said as if like an afterthought as he glanced up to several chemicals.

Dean nodded, "then lets get too work."

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"Please! Let me in, let me in!!!!"

Dean strode to the door and wretched it open, grabbing the kid who was pounding on the door and pulling him inside before slamming the door and locking it. The kid breathed heavy as he glanced around at the motley crew that stared at him.

"My brother....and his friends..." he gasped between breaths, "tried to kill me or something....lost them in the woods....came here."

Dean gazed at him and then looked out the door, he couldn't spot anyone else out there, but peered around for a moment as the kid gained his breath and took a step forward, "who else is here?"

Dean's hand locked onto his shoulder, "hold on there Jethro...Doc! Why don't you come give this guy a once over?"

The doctor walked into the room and motioned for the kid to follow, "come on Dwayne,"

Dean looked over at Sam, "so that's the guy that I...off?"

Sam nodded as Dean glanced out the window, "hey doc?"

The doctor turned and looked at Dean, "yes?"

"Are there any other entrances into this place besides the front door that those things could get into while we're hunkering down here?"

The doctor nodded, "yes there's a back door, I've barred it, but can't close the deadbolt on it from inside."

"How solid's the door?"

"Solid steel, and the deadbolt is nothing to balk at either."

"Well we'll need that closed and locked, where's the key?"

"Here," she said as she tossed it at him as he caught it, and she was gone.

Sam looked at him, "what are you doing?"

"Giving us some time, I've got some ammo, and if I'm stealthy enough I can get out there and back before they even knew I left."

"I'm coming with you."

Dean shook his head, "no you need to stay here with the others just in case, to prepare the bombs, I'll be back in a minute."

Sam went to argue but Dean had already went out the door and disappeared around the corner, he sighed and watched by the door.

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Dean snaked around the building, his eyes watching the distant figures on the other side of the street. He stood in the shadows of the building before moving soundlessly around the building. His eyes held on the figures as he slipped around the corner into the side alleyway. He glanced over his shoulder one last time, watching the unmoving figures as he walked carefully around the dumpster and the trash that was littered around it. He made a face as he stepped in what looked like an oozing smoothie that had smeared across the ground. Wiping his feet he continued, listening intently to the sounds around him. Hearing nothing but the soft drip of water, and the wind blowing gently he turned the corner again. Walking carefully up to the clinic doors he slid the big key into the door's lock and turned it, he felt the heavy bolt slide into place and he pulled the key out.

Smirking to himself he turned and spotted a shadow that was the unmistakeable shape of a person leaping down towards him. He whipped around, reaching for his gun as the person slammed into him. He heard a loud, guttural yell as he slammed into the ground hard, losing the air in his lungs. He twisted around and grabbed the man by his throat and punching him several times before planting his foot into the man's chest, kicking him off of him. He crawled to his feet quickly as he pulled out his gun and two shots rang off. The man's sudden movement forward was cut off as the bullets tore into him sending him into the ground.

Hearing a noise he turned to feel a powerful hand collide with his face, and he felt the gun wretched from his grip. He heard the gun clatter to the ground as he was taken down again. He grunted as he felt a large weight on top of him, holding his arms down. He wriggled back and forth, fighting the grip of the heavy set man who laughed maniacally, his rank breath pouring down into Dean's nostrils.

Two more people came up behind the guy, both with grins plastered on their faces. One of them held a knife, the other a hatchet. The one with the knife knelt beside Dean's struggling figure, he grinned even wider as he sliced the long steel blade along the palm of his own hand. Dean's eye's widened as he watched the knife come down towards his face.

Another darkened figure moved out of the corner of his eye, with swift movements he watched a foot come up into the knife man's face, driving him onto his back. The figure twisted and side-kicked the man on top of Dean off to the side before he could react. Dean sat up quickly as the figure spoke out in an unmistakeably male voice, "stay down!"

Dean immediately obeyed as he watched the woman with the hatchet let out a shriek and leap towards the figure. A flash of a silver barrel and two loud ringing gunshots were all Dean could pay attention to as the woman's body fell next to him. Reacting quickly he rolled out of the way as the knife man had regained his composure and had rushed the other man. The gunman twisted out of the way of the oncoming blow easily, he dodged the second blow and with a swift retaliation brought his knee up into the man's gut. The man grunted and backed up a few inches as the stranger brought his shining gun up to the man's chin and pulled the trigger.

As Dean reached for his gun he grabbed ahold of it and turned around in time to see the large man slam into the stranger. The stranger bounced back, the fat man moving too quick in the dark for Dean to see, but he spotted the man's gun laying on the ground. He winced and picked himself up to run towards the man who'd helped him. Suddenly in a flash of silver and a sickening splat, a long knife was embedded in the fat man's gut. The fat man stumbled backwards and collapsed onto the ground, breathing raggedly. The man walked calmly to his gun, looked at it for a moment, and then strode over to the fat man who was crawling backwards.

"Please," the fat man begged, his voice wheezy and pathetically weak, "I don't know what's going on, please help me....I didn't mean too, I swear."

The man planted his foot on the fat man's chest and spoke quite plainly, "sure," and with that a single gunshot rang out into the alley, the bullet drove into the fat man's skull.

Dean's gun faltered in his hand, "sheesh, and Sammy says I'm cold."

The man turned to him and Dean tightened his grip on the gun, the man only shook his head, "now's not the time for that, this fight will have called the attention of the others, we need to get inside, fast."

Dean looked at the man suspiciously, "how do I know you're not infected?"

The man stared at Dean incredulously, "seriously?!?"

He shook his head and walked past Dean, Dean hesitated but followed behind him. Within no time they were at the door and let in by a confused Sam, who glanced between the two of them as he locked the door.

"Who's this?"

Dean glanced at the guy, who was actually more of a boy really, he couldn't have even been 21. He stood in what looked like a black leather bomber jacket, the collar coated in grey fur that reminded Dean of wolf he'd come face to face with once before. A regular white muscle shirt lay beneath the coat, trailing down to a fit but loose pair of what also looked like black leather pants. The pants were held up by a thick brown belt, that had holsters in the back of them for the two guns he had in them, the belt buckle was solid and silvery, what looked like a celtic mark was etched into it. The pants themselves held several solid steel buckles that held an assortment of knives. The boots heavy, and also held knives in them. After the once over Dean's eyes fell up the kid's dark brown eyes, the skin of his face and rest of him tanned, running up to his short and dark brown hair that he'd spiked up in the front, natural auburn highlights shone in the light.

"This is...uhh.." Dean stopped realizing he hadn't even gotten the name of the kid.

The kid smiled, the cold demeanor from before melted with the warmth he held now, he held his hand out for Sam, "Blake Andreas, but just Blake please."

Sam nodded slowly as he took Blakes hand and shook it, "I'm-"

"Sam and Dean Winchester," he interuptted, nodding his head at each of them respectively.

Dean raised an eyebrow, "well that saves an introduction, aren't we just celebrities?"

Dark eyes shot to Dean, "yes, now you are, a couple years ago, your father helped me with a band of banshees....good man, damn fine hunter too."

Both Winchesters glanced in opposite directions as Blake sighed, "which is such a pity to have lost him, I am sorry he had to pass."

Sam nodded as he swallowed, "so Dean, how'd you come across him?"

Dean looked sheepish, "well I actually didn't come across him exactly..."

Blakes tone cut him off, "he was suprised by a pack of the infected, I stepped in, killed them."

Sam grinned, "so you saved his ass?"

Blake let out a small smile, "to sum it up? Yes."

Dean swelled up, "now wait a minute! I was doing just fine!"

Blake rolled his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak he heard the doctor gasp in the other room. The three of them glanced at one another and hurried into the other room. Dwayne, who the doctor had been checking out, had a large cut on his leg, saying he must have got it when he was running from the others.

"There's no way to tell," Clark muttered, "we have to deal with this, now."

"No, no wait!" Dwayne protested as they grabbed him and tied him into a chair.

Blake watched as Sam dragged Dean from the room, a mildly curious expression on his face, but continued tying Dwayne down, despite his protests.

"Dean, this is how my dream went," Sam glanced at Dean when they were out of earshot of the others.

"Well Sammy, I'm sorry, but this is how it is, that kid could be infected, and he can't be allowed to infect the others."

"No Dean, you don't know for sure," Sam protested loudly.

Dean turned and walked out of the room, turning and closing the door behind him, locking it as well, "sorry Sam, but I've got to do this."

Sam pounded on the door, "no Dean, don't, you don't know!"

Dean turned away and reached inside his coat and pulled out his gun and walked into the room. He noticed the others in the room and pulled out his gun, aiming it at Dwayne's head.

"NO!" The assistant shrieked.

"Wait a minute! What are you doing?" Dwayne asked, fear evident in his voice.

"Killing you before you infect someone else," he replied, his voice cold, those his mind raced.

"No please I'm not infected, please you have to believe me!" Dwayne wailed to them.

"Please you don't know if he's infected," the assistant begged.

"Ask the doctor, she'll tell you," he begged.

Dean's gaze shot to her, fear and doubt hanging in her eyes, "I-I can't tell..."

"Do it...there's no other way," Dean heard Clark say from behind him.

Meanwhile Dean noticed Blake sitting on a nearby stool, his eyes remained passively on the whole of the scene. Dean's hand shook as he kept the gun aimed at the sobbing face of Dwayen. His finger tightened, hesitated, and then pulled away from the trigger and set the gun down at his waist.

The doctor took advantage of the situation and offered up some information, "from what I can tell, symptoms, including the sulphuric residue shows up after four hours."

Dean scoffed, noticing Blake get off of the stool as if disinterested in the further events and glided past him, "fine, keep him there for the next four hours or so and if he doesn't show any symptoms, he's free."

Dwayne breathed a sigh of relief as Dean holstered his gun and turned away from the room and into the hallway. His eyes set on Blake, leaning against the opposite wall, smoke curling out of his mouth as the cigarette in his hand glowed dimly in the overhead lights. Dean reached for the door where he'd locked Sam before turning and looking at Blake.

Blake regarded him for a moment, waiting for Dean to speak, and he finally did, "in there, you didn't say anything during that..."

Blake nodded, "yes...and?"

"I mean you didn't say anything, not a "no" or a "yes" like the others."

Blake scoffed, the smoke pooling around him, "Dean, I'm not the Jiminy Cricket sitting on your shoulder telling you what's right or wrong, you're a big boy with a conscience and a brain, that was your call not mine."

Dean only nodded before turning around opening the door, spotting Sam making more bombs, he closed the door behind him.

"You didn't do it," Sam stated plainly.

"Nah...come on we've got an arsenal to make here..."

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"We are not killing my brother!" Dean announced as he waved the gun at anyone who would dare to come close to Sam.

"Your brother?" Clark asked as he held his gun steadily at Dean, "whatever, he's infected, he needs to be put down before he turns."

"No!"

Clark opened his mouth to object when Blake spoke, "if he doesn't want to kill his brother, you can't make him and I'm sure he'll stop you. Just leave them alone, lock Sam away, and if Dean's so hellbent on helping his brother he can stay here with him. We've got the bombs, we can move out of here now."

Clark glanced at Blake and then at Dean and Sam, before lowering his gun slightly and left the room muttering something about "being too damn cold for a kid so young." Blake only shrugged and gave the two of them a look of understanding before turning out of the room and closing it behind him, locking it. Dean sighed and sat down in a nearby chair, refusing to look at the livid Sam that sat on the observations chair.

"Dean, just got, leave me a gun if you won't do it, and leave, you can still go on, hunt, and kill the demon."

Dean shook his head, "no Sammy, I'm not."

"Dean you have too."

Dean's tired eyes looked at Sam, "Sam I'm tired alright? I'm just not ready to go on anymore, if you're not gonna be there to keep me going, I don't want too alright? I'm done. We're in this together."

Sam opened his mouth to protest but no words could come out, so he closed his mouth. They listened to the others moving around in the clinic, Clarks clipped tone, Blakes resonating voice and the doctor's harried words. Suddenly they heard Clark yell out, "you better come look at this!"

Curious Dean stood up and looked out the window in the door. Blake appeared and unlocked the door, pushing it open, "come look at this."

Even more intrigued the two of them followed after him, winding through the hallways until they reached the front entrance to the clinic. Brows furrowed as they realized what they were seeing, nothing. No one was about, not one person stood watching the clinic like they had been all night. Sam glanced up and down the street before turning and disappearing back into the clinic. After a few moments he reappeared, "Mr and Mrs Tanner are missing, and so is Pamela."

"Croatoan," Blake whispered.

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"Well it's been six hours, and your system shows no trace of the virus," the doctor announced to Sam with a happier tone.

Sam looked confused, "but how?"

The doctor shook her head, "don't look a gift horse in the mouth, be happy."

Sam frowned but nodded, turning to Dean he shrugged, "I guess we're good," he turned to the doctor, "what're you going to do?"

"Go to the next town, get the sheriff and whoever else and try to explain this, that is if they don't think I'm crazy, even the traces in the samples are gone. No trace that anything even happened."

The Winchester brothers walked out onto the street, spotting Blake on a nearby bench, another cigarette in his mouth. He glanced over at them and grinned as he stood up.

Sam spoke first, "thanks for your help, especially for saving Dean."

"It's no problem," Blake replied, letting out another cloud of smoke.

Dean fanned the smoke, "you know, those'll kill you."

Blake snorted, "in this line of work, you've got a lot worse things to worry about than cancer."

"So you are a hunter."

Blake rolled his eyes, "no, I just show up in random demon infested places and plug random people for the fun of it."

Dean ignored that, "you fight damn well for a kid, too well."

Blake shrugged, "long line of hunters, it's in my blood and I've been trained rigourously my whole life, kinda happens like that."

Dean nodded, "where you headed to next?"

Blake's face turned sour, "well my original plan was just to blow through here and head up too a small town south of Salem, some odd disappearances and deaths, but coming through here, some crazy demon-virus infested yahoos made me crash my car. So I'm needing to get me a car, and then find my way up that way."

Dean looked thoughtful, "we were about to head up there next, noticed the same thing, you can tag along if you want, find yourself some wheels after that."

Blake's eyebrows raised, "a hunter, asking another hunter to work together on a hunt?"

"Don't want too? Work alone?"

"Usually, but I think I can make an exception with the Winchester boys, plus three's better than one or two, why not?"

He flicked the cigarette into the gutter, and Dean grinned, "alright then, partners for now?"

Blake nodded, "yep."

Sam only watched in mute fascination as they walked to the Impala. Blake smiled, "so the Impala's yours?"

Dean grinned as he ran his hand along the roof, "you got it, this is my baby."

Blake opened the door and slid into the back, "ooh, bet this baby purrs."

Dean and Sam slid in and closed the doors behind them, Dean with a grin, Sam with a mild roll of his eyes. Blakes eyes fell on the tape deck, he snorted, "a cassette player, vintage alright..."

Dean scowled as he turned the car on, it's roar echoing around them, rock blasting suddenly through the speakers.

Blake smiled, "ahh, Metallica, I think I may enjoy this ride."

Dean laughed as he reved the engine and put it into drive, he pointed his thumb back to Blake, "I think I like this kid already."

Sam shook his head as they drove off down the road, disappearing over the crest of the hill.

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A/N:
Ok, if you've read this far, then a non-wincest, Dean/OC story hasn't turned you off from reading this.
I know it wasn't word for word, but then again I warned you of that. I actually had the episode up on youtube to reference whenever I forgot certain details or events over a certain time.
So here's the real question, did I do well?
Have I got you interested to see where this goes?
I actually spent time coming up with a storyline for my new character, Blake, and the relationship he'll have with Dean and different stuff that's going to happen, so I certainly hope it's interesting enough.
If people like it, I'll keep going, hell I might even keep going anyways, but who knows?
Yeah and sorry about no sex, but I didn't want to start off with sex right away, that's like doing it on the first date, you don't give it all away right away. It'll probably be a little while longer, like a lil bit next chapter, or the chapter after that. Then the good stuff after the tease.
So until then, please, and I can't stress this enough, PLEASE review after you read!!!