And here's yet another story I wrote awhile ago, hope you like it.This was written before the finale.

The Collector

The Impala limped down the back country road, its body bruised and battered just like its owner and passenger.

"You okay?" Dean asked looking over at his brother who sat with his head back and eyes closed.

"Yeah." Sam opened his eyes and straightened up as he winced in pain. "How 'bout you?"

"I'm okay but I think the car needs to be realigned. She really took a beating."

"She's not the only one." Sam looked at the bruises on Dean's face. "You sure you're okay?"

Dean smiled.

"I'm fine… but we blew the hell out of that thing didn't we?"

Sam smiled back at his brother.

"Yeah we did."

"Sure did." Dean laughed. "Did you see the look on that thing's face just before we blasted him?...Beautiful huh?"

"Yeah, too bad the car took a worse beating then we did." Sam said as the car continued to buck down the road.

"We're going to have to pull over at the next town and find a garage; she's going to need a little work."

Normally Dean would work on his own car but the damage was a little more then he felt comfortable tackling plus he was miles from Bobby's junkyard.

"Turn left at the next crossroads." Sam said pointing to a small green sign indicating the town of New Hope five miles ahead. The drove a few miles then before getting to the town Dean pulled over and they hid their weapons in the secret compartment in the trunk then tossed a few tools on top of the compartment to make it look good. They didn't like the idea of someone working on their car but they knew they didn't have a choice the front end was out of alignment and needed to be fixed and they knew there would be no reason for the mechanic to need the key to the trunk.

New Hope

They pulled into town and dropped the car off at the first garage they came to, then after taking their bags out of the car, walked into town and booked a few nights at a rundown motel. They then found the local bar and headed inside where they nodded to the few locals who looked up from their drinks then looked away as they whispered to each other. They sat down at a table in the corner and ordered some burgers and beer.

"Why is it that every small town we end up in we seem to be the center of attention?" Dean asked as he looked out over the edge of his glass as he took a sip of beer. The patrons of the bar continued to talk amongst themselves as they kept glancing over at Dean and Sam.

"Guess they don't get a lot of strangers in town." Sam said as he smiled and nodded at the men trying to appear unthreatening.

After about half an hour a man who was sitting by himself staggered over and sat at a table near them.

"You two just passing through?" He asked his eyes blurry from drinking way too much.

"We're getting our car worked on; we just dropped it off at the garage down the road." Sam said giving the man a small smile. Dean, who was more distrusting by nature, studied the man but said nothing.

"How long do you think you'll be here?"

"Day or two, just depends on how long it takes to fix it…. Why?"

The man leaned in close.

"Don't hang around. Once your car is fixed get out of here, don't stay any longer then you have to."

"Why?" Sam asked the man as he glanced over at Dean.

"Stay out of the mist." He whispered.

"What?" Sam looked at him confused.

The man looked around the bar and seemed very nervous when he noticed that most of the other patrons were watching him.

"I can't say anything else….just trust me and leave town as soon as you can." The man got up and went back to the table he had been sitting at earlier. Dean and Sam watched as two men got up and walked over then sat at the man's table where they soon got into a heated discussion with him.

"Wonder what that's all about?" Sam asked Dean as he watched the men argue.

"I don't know and right now I don't really care, I say we head back to the motel before we get involved in it." Dean was tired and the last thing he wanted to do was get involved in a bar fight.

Motel

As soon as they entered the motel Dean called the garage to find out how much damage was done to the car. He talked for a few minutes then hung up.

"Well?" Sam asked as he flopped down on the bed.

"He said it should be done sometime tomorrow afternoon."

"Well that's not so bad; we can be out of here by tomorrow night."

"God I hate these small towns, there's nothing to do." Dean sat down on the edge of his bed.

Sam looked over at him.

"Why do you think that man was telling us not to hang around? And what was that stuff about staying out of the mist?"

"Who knows, maybe he just had a little too much to drink."

"Maybe…but he seemed really nervous, like he wanted to tell us more but didn't because he was being watched."

"Sam don't try to read more into it….the guy was drunk and probably didn't even know what he was saying."

"Yeah, guess you're right." Sam smiled up at his brother. "We've been on the road so long I guess I'm beginning to get suspicious of everything."

"Well I'm not even going to think about it. I'm going to take a shower and hit the bed." Dean headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Sam walked over to the door and opened it then stood in the doorway looking up the street toward the bar. If it was nothing, then why did he have an uneasy feeling about the man? Why did he feel there was more to what he said then just some crazy rambling of a drunken man?

TBC