Intro: Hello! I'm Melody and this is my first Supernatural fanfiction! For anyone who has read my Outsiders or Vampire Diaries stories welcome! I know I should really be working on Inside the Outsider but ever since I started watching Supernatural I've had this idea for a story and I'm really invested in it!

I know the length seems intimidating since it's split into two parts but I promise this will be the longest chapter, the rest will be shorter

This story will start just after 1x16 and continue through the series in chapter/episodes. I probably won't write a fic for every episode but I will try to stick to the storyline as much as possible. Anyways, I really really hope you guys enjoy this, and please no flaming! This story has taken me months to write and ages for me to finally sum up the courage to post online. So all I ask is for positive constructive criticism and if anyone has questions, feel free to message me or leave a review and I will message you back.

Cookies to everyone who reads and reviews! I really appreciate it! Without further ado, here is Enchanting Nightmares.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters. I only claim ownership of Mia and other original characters mentioned within this story.

Episode Summary: After splitting up with their father, Sam and Dean decide to investigate a case involving a murder-suicide, ghosts, deadly chain mails that come true, and a young girl who seems eerily familiar.

Chapter 1: Texas Chain Mail Massacre

Dean Winchester turned to face his brother, "So what's the deal with this town?" he asked as he turned down the radio.

Sam Winchester brushed a stray piece of brown hair out of his eyes and cleared his throat.

"We have a murder-suicide. A woman went to this party, killed her boyfriend, then left the party and ran in front of a car."

His brother frowned and shook his head. "That doesn't really sound like our kind of thing."

Chuckling Sam replied; "You're right, but the driver of the car claimed to see some sort of mist before he hit the girl."

Intrigued, Dean cocked his head at his brother. "Now that sounds more up our alley."

Sam nodded. "With us separated from dad I figured we need something to focus on for now."

Dean, who was unwilling to discuss his feelings about the separation from their father, ignored his brother's comment and gazed up at the road signs. "What's this town called again?" he asked.

Sam quickly double-checked their map in his lap before responding; "Denison."

"Amelia Elizabeth Wilkins, get down here right now!" A shrill voice demanded.

The brunette who, prefers to be called Mia, was currently lying on her bed and listening to her stereo groaned before getting up.

"I'm coming!" she shouted back as she turned off her stereo and headed downstairs.

A short, blonde-haired woman stood at the bottom of the stairs glowering as the younger girl scurried down to her.

"I'm taking Terra to her ballet lessons so you need to pick up Peter from his baseball game in an hour. Do not forget!" She announced as she grabbed her purse and coat from a nearby hook.

"Amelia!" the woman snapped as she realized the young girl's eyes were going out of focus.

"What?" Mia asked, confused by the aggression suddenly being used towards her.

The woman shook her head sadly, "You can't keep acting like this, the world does not end when we lose the people we love- I thought you of all people would understand that. You need to get out more; socialize! You can't trap yourself from the world." She told her as she put a hand on the girl's shoulder.

The young girl lowered her eyes.

"Did you take your pills?" she asked and the younger girl nodded.

"Good." the woman smiled softly, pulled her hand away then walked out the door while calling behind her; "Don't forget to pick up Peter!"

The door slammed with a loud bang and the girl sighed softly.

She stared across the hallway at her reflection in the mirror.

"Maybe she's right," Mia thought to herself as she studied her likeness, "maybe I need to get out."

Staring back at her with dead eyes was a sad, lonely girl who just lost her best friend in some freak accident. Her blue eyes, which were usually bright, had turned a sallow greyish blue, her eyes were red and puffy from crying and her reddish-brown hair was frizzy. Her olive-toned skin was now pale and blotchy.

Then and there she decided she would pick herself up and at least pretend to be happy for the sake of the people around her. With this thought in her head she forced a smile before running upstairs to jump in the shower and get cleaned up before it was time to pick up Peter from his game.

Dean was confused as ever and turned to Sam who was currently interviewing the person that ran over Clover Sparrow; their victim/murderer of the week.

"Can you say that one more time?" Sam asked.

The old trucker nodded, "I was drivin' down that old path around midnight when I darn near hit a tree so I swerved the ol' boy and there she was! Her hair was standin' straight up all electrified and she let out this ear-splittin' scream. I tried to stop but the damn boy didn't wanna stop. Then Missy had this thing sor' of flying ov'r here like a cloud then poof! It's gone and the miss is dead, pinned against a tree."

"So you're saying the car wouldn't let you brake?" Dean gathered.

"Yessir!" he exclaimed before hiccoughing loudly.

Sam smiled good-naturedly, "Thank you for your help and we'll keep in touch."

The boys left their witness with a vague idea of the monster they were being put up against.

Sam started, "My best bet is a demon but I can't remember when a demon forced someone to commit suicide. Demons usually use humans as vessels so they can do their own things."

His older brother shrugged as they headed to the Impala. "Maybe it's something else? A banshee? We haven't seen one of those in a while."

Sam opened his door and climbed into the car beside Dean. "No, it wouldn't make any sense. A banshee screams when someone else about to die, not herself."

"Well then I'm stumped. Wanna grab something to eat? You can pick." He offered, getting the car started and heading onto the main city streets.

Sam shook his head, "Something isn't adding up. I feel like we're missing something…"

"Dude, if you don't decide somewhere to eat soon, my stomach is going to eat itself." Dean stated as his stomach rumbled noisily.

His younger brother shrugged, "I don't care where we eat."

"Alright!" Dean grinned, turning into a diner closest to their motel.

Sam squinted out the window. Something about this town seemed familiar to him, it was almost as if he'd been here before.

The boy frowned and racked his brains trying to determine why.

Mia left her house to head towards the baseball game she needed to pick her 'brother' up from.

The chilly march air had her wrapping her arms around herself to stay warm. It was colder than usual, she remarked as she pulled her red cardigan tighter around her body.

Her brown boots shifted the gravel beneath her. As she walked, a pesky memory triggered itself when she saw two girls laughing nearby. Cleo… Mia thought then shook her head.

"I need a distraction." The young girl told herself. She then reached into her handbag and fished out her music player.

Opening her iPod she flipped to her favorite song and blasted it loudly through her eardrums, letting the song carry her away from her bad thoughts.

Begrudgingly, Mia watched the teen girls playing together on their laptop and began remembering what happened that night:

"Look I'm all for you kicking Jason's ass too but I still really don't think you should go to that party Cleo." She said.

The two girls were hanging out in Mia's basement playing on her computer.

Cleo furiously clacked her manicured nails against the keyboard and replied; "You don't get it Mia, I have to go. This may be my one chance to talk to him, get some closure-you know?"

Mia frowned and angled her head so she could see the screen better, "What are you even doing?"

"Emailing."

"Who?"

Cleo sighed irritably, "Santa Claus- who do you think? I'm asking Hailey about her party. You want in?"

Mia shook her head, "No. I'm stuck babysitting tonight anyway but I can give you a ride there and back. Terra and Peter won't mind coming with me."

Disappointed, Cleo sighed then frowned when a new email notification sounded.

"14-year-old pregnant, what's that all about?" Cleo said skimming the subject of her message.

Mia sat on her legs as she leaned over to see what her best friend was talking about.

"Don't open it. It's one of those stupid chain mails. I got one last week." Mia explained reaching over to click delete on the message but her friend swatted her arm away.

Cleo clicked the email, "I wanna read it! I love these things. Last one I got was; 'Mickey Mouse has a son and he's going to come kill you if you don't forward this to 20 people'."

She burst into laughter, her dirty blonde hair shaking with her giggles.

"What does this one say: Oooh, it's a true story, I like those. 'Dear whoever is reading this, my name is Candice Allan, I was 17 years old when I met the love of my life. Fred was the sweetest, kindest man I had ever met but then I met his brother Albert, who I fell passionately in love with. The two of us were happy together until Fred found out I cheated on him; he slit his brother's throat and cut me in half. This injustice must be known; if you do not forward this in two hours I will kill you and everyone you love. Please forward this and save lives!'.

Mia wrapped her arms around her nervously while her friend snorted at the message. "That's the lamest one I've ever gotten. Not even worth the minute it took me to read it."

Cleo deleted the email and turned to her friend, "Man, the quality of these chain mails just keep getting worse and worse. Soon enough I'll have to- oh! Hailey replied."

Mia watched the blonde happily click on her email and read through the party details.

"45 Hemlock Grove at 8, shit! That's in like an hour and a half. Mia! Help me get ready." Her friend exclaimed, as she dragged her into the closet to help her pick out an outfit and do her make-up.

Mia felt a hot surge of tears welling up in her eyes and willed them to disappear. She missed those fun times with Cleo when they would just relax and do nothing. The brunette was so overwhelmed with the flow of emotions she didn't realize she had missed the cross walk to the baseball park. In irritation she decided to just cross the street from where she was. That turned into a bad idea when she smelt the burning rubber of tires and a screeching sound that nearly deafened her.

The car slammed on the breaks and Mia stared at the driver in shock. She couldn't make out his face but assumed from the violent stop he was probably angry so she proceeded to shoot him an apologetic gesture before darting away.

Dean Winchester watched the young girl run and rolled his eyes, "You're lucky you're cute or I would be so pissed right now!" he shouted after her.

However she didn't seem to hear him as she continued putting as much distance as she could between her and the car.

He pressed the gas pedal and sped over to the motel where he'd left Sam at while he had gone off to question the Sheriff.

Sam locked the door and jumped into the Impala as soon as Dean drove up. He clutched the case files in his hands and frowned at his brother upon getting in.

"What took you so long?" he asked as Dean sped off.

The elder Winchester chuckled darkly, "Long story short I almost killed someone."

Sam ignored him and flipped through the case files. "Okay, according to this Clover lived with her parents Linda and Brad Sparrow along with her younger sister Sarah. They might be able to tell us if they've seen anything out of the ordinary about our Vic before her death."

Dean nodded and followed Sam's directions to the house while still thinking about what his brother had mentioned earlier about the case seeming odd. The Sheriff had accompanied him when he spoke with the teenagers at the party who claimed that Clover seemed really regretful about the murder, as if she was being forced to kill him. There was no mention of black eyes, traces of sulfur or black smoke. He hoped the girl's parents could give them some helpful insight.

Mia smiled and waved at Peter from the bleachers as he finished up his game. Her brother hadn't taken to the news of Cleo's death any better than she had. He had a little crush on her from the time he met her and was heartbroken.

Although, he seemed to be alright from the looks of things; he was high-fiving his teammates and grinning happily.

Mia sighed wistfully; little kids were the best. They were always happy, and life was so exciting and new for them. She wished she could be like that again; happy and carefree.

Peter ran over to her with a triumphant expression, "We won Mia!"

"That's awesome Peter! I knew that practicing with your dad all summer would help. When he gets home from his business trip we'll tell him how great you've gotten."

Peter smiled and they walked home together, Mia listened as the boy went into great depth about each player and what position they played.

Mia didn't mind hearing him go on. Baseball was something he was passionate about and she loved seeing that passion light up his face.

When they finally got home Mia grabbed him a cookie for winning the game and then collapsed in front of the TV to catch up the episodes of her favorite sitcom she had missed. Peter went off to play video games.

Mia sighed after some time. Daily routines were really getting her mood down; she needed something new and exciting rather than just sitting at home alone all day.

Of course if she told anyone this they would just tell her to go out and get a life.

Mia sighed as she enjoyed her show, that satisfied her enough for now.

"Well that was a waste of time." Dean sighed as they left the house together.

After interviewing the Sparrow parents they learned that Clover didn't live with them anymore because she'd been kicked out of the house for getting pregnant and hadn't been seen by them since.

Sam let out a dissatisfied sigh, "Yeah, now we're on a wild goose chase."

"Psssst." A young voice called.

Sam and Dean exchanged bewildered expressions.

"Over here!"

"Did you hear something?" Dean asked, looking around wildly.

Sam turned and spotted a little girl around the age of ten peaking her head out from the side of the house.

Dean smiled when he saw her and walked over to her slowly. "Hi, I'm Dean. Are you Sarah?"

She nodded and whispered. "Yes, my parents didn't want me to talk to you but I know you're trying to find out more about Cleo."

"You mean Clover?" Sam asked, joining Dean's interrogation of the young girl.

Again, she nodded; "Are you trying to help Cleo by proving her innocent?"

"Of course." Dean smiled sincerely, "Do you know where she is?"

The girl chewed on her bottom lip as if she was contemplating whether or not she could trust them but eventually she spoke.

"5 Falling Star Drive, it's the big house. Ask for Mia, she'll explain everything." Sarah told them.

"Wait, do you-" Sam began but froze upon hearing a woman's voice echoing from an open window.

"Sarah! Where are you?"

The girl's brown eyes widened, "I have to go." She exclaimed.

Without another word she darted back into the house through the side door leaving the Winchesters to decide their next move.

Sam looked at his brother, "What do you think?"

"I think we should check out this Mia." He replied.

"Door!" Peter shouted upon hearing the knock.

Mia stood to get it but was surprised to find that it had already been answered.

"Hi, I'm Dean and this is Sam. We need to speak with Mia."

Frowning, Mia glanced in the direction of the door to observe that it was wide open and someone was speaking with them.

"I don't understand." The woman exclaimed, "is something wrong? AMELIA!"

She realized her guardian had returned home in time to catch the officers on her way into the house.

Sam smiled politely, "No ma'am, we just wanted to ask her a few questions about the death of Clover Sparrow."

Mia cautiously stepped beside the woman and mumbled, "It's okay mom, I don't mind talking to them."

Unconvinced, the woman glared at the men as Mia invited them in the house and shut the door behind them.

"We can talk in the basement." She told them as she led them away from her, now-suspicious, guardian.

Once they reached the fully furnished basement-living room, she gestured for them to sit on the couch while she stood.

"I'm Mia, you wanted to speak to me?" she asked feeling her cheeks flush. These guys were really good-looking for police.

"You!" Dean exclaimed, staring at her with a mixture of surprise and fascination.

"Me?" Mia asked raising her eyebrows at the man's sudden exclamation.

Dean laughed, "You're the girl I almost ran over this morning."

The brunette's confused expression became one of shock as she widened her eyes.

"I'm so sor-"

Sam cut her off abruptly and elbowed Dean before saying; "We just need to ask you a few questions then you're free to go."

Mia nodded cooperatively, "So you guys are FBI agents?" she asked curiously, wondering to herself why the FBI would be interested in such a small town disaster.

The two men sitting across from her flashed their badges.

"I'm agent Ford, this is agent Hamill." Dean stated using his business tone of voice.

To both boys' surprise she began to laugh softly. She received confused looks from both before she explained; "I'm sorry, you must get this all the time but you both have the same last names as the two actors from Star Wars and I think that's such a weird coincidence."

She glanced between them to gauge their reaction and blushed. Both of them had expressions of fear and surprise on their faces at her recognition of their fake names.

"Sorry, I talk a lot when I'm nervous, you can just ignore that if you want. So um, what did you want to know about Cleo?"

Sam frowned, "You mean Clover?"

"She was always Cleo to me." Mia shrugged.

Dean wet his lips before speaking, "Is it true that she was living with you at the time of her death?"

Quickly glancing at another door, Mia turned to the agents and answered, "Yes. When her parents kicked her out of the house she came to me for help and I offered to let her stay in the that guest room while she was looking for a job. That was about a month ago."

"You were aware she was pregnant?" Sam asked.

"Yes, but when she came she had just had an abortion and I tried to help her come to terms with it. I honestly thought she was getting a lot better but I guess I was wrong."

Dean shot her a sympathetic look, "Did you notice anything strange about Clover? Maybe something with her attitude or her eyes."

"No. She was perfectly normal- no homicidal or suicidal tendencies I could see." She replied curtly.

Sam and Dean exchanged confused expressions and Sam cleared his throat before speaking; "Do you remember the last time you two talked?"

Taken aback by his question, Mia frowned and tried to remember the very last parting between the two of them.

"Relax Mia, I just want to have some fun. I'm going to confront Jason about my feelings, get some closure then drink until I can't walk straight." Cleo shrugged as they reached the party.

Mia took a deep breath and leaned in to speak to her friend, "Listen, I know you have a lot of unresolved feelings between the two of you but please be careful. I don't want you to sleep with him or do something you'll regret later."

Cleo smiled and rolled her eyes, "I'll be fine! Trust me, I've been planning on what I wanted to tell him, rehearsed it and everything."

Sighing, Mia unlocked the car doors. "Okay, but please be careful and don't get hammered. If my folks hear you coming in drunk then-"

"They'll kill you for harboring me, I know, believe me. I promise I won't get into any trouble, Mom." She mocked as she climbed out of the car.

"Make good choices!" Mia called after her jokingly.

Her friend laughed, "I will! And I'll call you for a pick up-have fun babysitting!"

"The last thing we talked about was that she wanted to go to this party because her ex-boyfriend was there- the one who knocked her up then left her, and she told me she wanted to go because she needed closure. I was worried she'd do something silly like sleep with him again, or make up with him. Never in a million years would I guess-"

Mia broke off as her voice cracked.

"I'm sorry," she apologized as she regained her composure.

Sam looked through his notes and decided to ask one last question; "Did you see anything odd before she left for the party? Maybe some sort of smoke or anything out of the ordinary?"

The girl cocked her head and nodded in response; "Actually, now that you mention it. After she got out of my car to go to the party, I remember feeling a random cold spot. I thought it was just the weather but I could almost see my breath. It was odd."

Sam perked up at hearing this and jotted a note down while Dean spoke to her.

"Just a few more questions so we can fill out our report." He said smiling at her kindly.

Mia smiled back, "Sure. Fire away."

"Okay, what's your age."

"Nineteen."

Dean smirked as he pretended to tell Sam to write the information down but instead whispered; "she's legal." His brother rolled his eyes in reply.

"What's your full name?"

"Amelia Elizabeth Wilkins."

The younger boy frowned in dismay, "Wait, I thought that the people living in this house had the last name of-"

"Miller, yeah I know. I'm a foster child but call my foster parents 'mom' and 'dad'." She explained.

She spoke again, "If you don't mind me asking, do you have any leads as to why Cleo… did those things? I mean, she must have been drugged or possessed or something. I've known that girl my entire life and she would never voluntarily kill someone no matter how angry she was."

Dean shook his head, "We're still at the beginning of the investigation but we'll check the blood work for drugs like you suggested once we have access to the morgue."

"Until then we can't say exactly what caused everything to happen." Sam replied in agreement.

"I know what caused everything!" a tiny voice called.

Mia sighed and stood up to head in the direction of the voice. "Terra, Peter what are you two doing here?"

Peter and a little fair-haired girl revealed themselves from their hiding spot in the corner and Terra spoke up; "We heard about the chain message."

Dean turned to Sam and groaned, "What is with all these creepy kids. It's like we're in the Shining!"

"What chain message?" Sam asked, having overheard what Terra said.

Mia brushed it off, "It's just some stupid email Cleo got the day she died."

Engrossed, Dean gazed back at her, "You mean those 'if you don't forward this message in five minutes a spirit will rip out your eyes' emails?"

"Yes," she replied, "I think Terra and Peter believe since she didn't forward it that's the reason she and Jason are dead. Which is so terrifying I don't even want to consider it."

Peter tugged on her arm. "Mia it is the reason! Why else would all that stuff happen exactly like what was said in the email?"

"Peter, Terra; go back upstairs. Your mom is probably wondering where you are." Mia chided, giving them a gentle shove back towards the staircase.

Both children gave in and headed up but looked back with worried looks every few steps.

"What does he mean that everything happened exactly like in the email?" Sam asked.

Mia shook her head, "Mrs. Miller is a crime scene photographer for the police. She took the photos of the bodies and Peter somehow got a hold of them. He means that the way they died is exactly like in the email."

Sam and Dean exchanged hopeful glances, suddenly realizing this could be the big break they needed.

"Miss Wilkins, we're going to have to take your computer." Dean said calmly, standing up alongside his brother.

Mia looked utterly horrified at the idea, "I'll just print it out for you instead."

She proceeded upstairs to print a copy of the email.

"I think there's a connection between the chain mail and the murder/suicide." Sam stated as he flipped through the notes he had jotted down.

Dean chuckled, "You think? This might be our break."

His brother nodded then turned to look him in the eyes. "Is there something familiar about her or is it just me?"

"What?"

"I mean, I don't know, man. I feel like I've met her before."

Dean shot his brother a look of disbelief, "You think she looks familiar? You're not the one who almost ran her over a few hours ago."

Sam's eyes widened, "You, what?"

"It's not my fault! She came out of nowhere."

His brother simply stared at him in disbelief.

"I've been trying to tell you this all day." Dean added as he sat back down on the couch.

Sam sat beside him. "Sorry man, I just-I can't put my finger on it but something about this place seems weirdly memorable."

Dean opened his mouth to reply but shut it when he saw Mia heading towards them with a stack of paper.

"Here," she said as she offered the email contents to Sam.

He smiled compassionately "Thank you for your cooperation and we're sorry to hear about your loss."

Dean handed her their business card "Call us if you see or hear anything."

In reply, Mia asked Sam for his notepad and wrote down her number. "Please keep in touch, and let me know if I can do anything to help."

Both boys nodded and Mia showed them out.

The moment she had gone upstairs to print out the email for the agents, her foster-mother was taking a shower but when she returned after the interview was over, Mia was grabbed by the wet-haired, but fully clothed, woman.

"What did they want?" she demanded, looking Mia dead in the eyes as if daring her to lie.

Mia shrugged, "They just wanted to know about Clover-if I had any idea whether she was having suicidal or homicidal thoughts, if she was into drugs- that sort of thing."

The woman blinked.

"I'm not in trouble." Mia emphasized so she wouldn't worry.

Satiated by her foster daughter's information, Irene Miller backed down and gave her a pat on the cheek. "Dinner will be ready in an hour. Why don't you wash up?"

Mia, who was grateful the interrogation was over, nodded and locked herself in her bathroom so she could take in what had just happened.

The email might be real.

Something may have possessed her best friend to kill someone and herself.

The girl didn't know whether to feel terrified or intrigued as she was currently experiencing a mixture of both.

"Sammy, I have read that journal cover to cover. There is nothing Dad ever encountered like this." Dean sighed as he lay back in his bed while Sam was hunched over his laptop with their father's journal open beside it.

"Maybe it's some sort of urban legend turned real- like bloody Mary." He offered and Sam's eyes widened.

"Read it again to me." He instructed his brother.

Dean held up the email printout and read it aloud for him. "Dear whoever is reading this, my name is Candice Allan, I was 17 years old when I met the love of my life. Fred was the sweetest, kindest man I had ever met but then I met his brother, Albert, who I fell passionately in love with. The two of us were happy together until Fred found out I cheated on him; he slit his brother's throat and cut me in half. This injustice must be spread to the world, and if you do not forward this in two hours I will be forced to kill you and the person you love. Please forward this and save lives!"

"Lame." He scoffed while Sam typed something into his laptop.

Sam smiled, glanced back at his brother and spoke; "So get this, that kid was right; the boyfriend's cause of death was the slitting of his throat and the car that killed Clover pinned her to a tree and split her in half just like the murders in the email."

Dean sat up with a bewildered expression, "You mean, you think that chain mail might actually be killing people?"

"I don't know, but I think we need to see those bodies." Sam replied gazing up at his brother.

He nodded in response, "Tomorrow morning we'll check it out. In the meantime, let's try to get some sleep."

Dean got up from the bed to start getting ready for sleep, however, Sam was insistent on being thorough with the message and read through it another few times before jumping into the shower.

He thought over everything that had occurred in the past few days, attempting to come up with an explanation for what could have killed those people.

As he finished and dried up, his thoughts floated back to the girl they met. Mia, he thought to himself as he dried his hair. There was something about her that seemed to yell out that he had met her before, but no matter how hard he tried to remember all that came up was blank.

She was a tether to the past and although he tried to brush off the feelings of dèja vu, he couldn't. The fuzzy memory of her played in his head like a broken record.

Figuring he needed to sleep, he dressed in his pajamas and climbed into bed.

Across the lake, Mia was having trouble sleeping. Her thoughts of Cleo, the email and the FBI agents prevented her from getting any rest.

Does this mean all chain mails are real? Is this some sort of conspiracy? Are aliens involved? Why did the FBI come to me of all people?

Her brain wouldn't shut up so Mia decided to entertain it by doing minimal research.

She opened her laptop and entered "Killer chain mails."

The results that popped up varied from horror screenplays to various people asking whether or not some chain mails were real.

By the time Mia actually felt as though she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer, she found a website about chain mails and urban myths.

According to the website; besides the fact that writers created them to gain popularity, some of the stories were actually true and each story varies according to their origin. For example; a chain mail created in New Orleans told a story about a widow who, after her husband died, met a man who promised to marry her if she got rid of her children. She agreed and threw them off of a cliff but after realizing what she did, grief took over and she took her own life. These stories, it seemed, were based on truth but people would add things such as; 'now forward this to at least 3 people or you will die in 2 days time and usually, karma would take its course.'

Intrigued, Mia saved the page on her computer and climbed into bed, thinking over what she had read.

The next morning, Dean and Sam were up and ready to investigate the body.

They reached the coroner's office and went into the morgue to examine the bodies of both the boyfriend and their victim/killer.

Sam furrowed his brow as he examined the girl; "Her body was completely split in two when the car hit her."

Dean stood over his shoulder, "Like in Signs?"

"What?" Sam asked with an irritated expression.

"You know-Signs! That M. Night Shyamalan movie with the aliens and they try to take over the world but they get defeated by Mel Gibson cuz their weakness is water."

Sam raised his eyebrows; "Why would the aliens want to invade a planet made up of mostly water then?"

Dean's goofy smile faded, "I don't know." He replied as he began seriously contemplating the science of the film.

"Anyways, when the car hit her, it hit hard enough in the abdomen that her spine cracked and she was pushed up against a tree, splitting her in half. The cause of death was attributed to that and extreme blood loss." Sam explained as he read off the ME's sheet.

"And Romeo here, had his throat slit by a letter opener at the party." Said Dean, reading off his autopsy report.

Sam frowned in the realization that these deaths were exactly as they were in the email. The boy had his throat slit while the girl was split in half.

"Hey Sam, get a look at the stuff in her ears," Dean called as he took a swab to get a sample.

"It's some sort of black gooey substance, I think they thought it was some sort of car fluid."

Sam took the cotton swab from his brother and touched a bit of it to Dean's disgust.

"Dude," he groaned as Sam rubbed the black liquid between his fingers.

"It's ectoplasm," Sam concluded, then turned to his brother, "it's what ghosts give off."

"Wait," said the elder Winchester, "so you're telling me that we're not dealing with demonic possession but ghost possession?"

"Apparently," Sam agreed, "whatever happened it wasn't Clover acting voluntarily, and I'm going to take a guess that the email acts as some sort of trigger. When someone fails to forward it during the allotted time, the ghost takes over and forces them to kill themselves and their lover. Or in this case; ex-lover."

Dean nodded in understanding, "Man, this is spooky. I wonder if all the chain mail I've ever gotten was actually real."

His brother laughed, and Dean sighed; "Now for the fun part..."

After lunch, they cleaned up and headed out. Sam offered to check the library for any records of the people mentioned in the email and Dean was going to look into any murder/suicide cases of the same nature.

Sam stepped into the library and inhaled a deep breath. The smell of books and the silence reminded him of the library at Stanford and Jess…

He shook his head as old memories threatened to break through.

Sam quickly located the computers and sat down to look up the names of the people in the email on a database.

Meanwhile, Mia had left the house early as well. She had wanted to check out the library if there were any urban legends in her town pertaining to the email Cleo received.

Once she arrived she quickly grabbed a computer and sat down to type.

As she signed in and turned to see the people around her she noticed that there was something familiar about the boy sitting at the desktop across from her. She knew she recognized him but wasn't sure whether or not to speak up in case he didn't recognize her so she stayed quiet and continued her research.

Sam, however, was fed up with his slow Internet connection and rubbed his temples tiredly. When he did he noticed the brunette staring at him inquisitively.

Once he clapped his eyes on her, she quickly returned her glance to her screen but Sam recognized her.

"Mia? What are you doing here?" he asked in a quiet friendly tone.

The girl looked up shyly, and gave him a small smile. "Oh hey, Officer Hamill. I'm just getting a little research done."

Sam frowned in confusion of her calling him Hamill, but then relaxed remembering the fake name he had given her as an FBI agent. "Just call me Sam."

"Okay Sam." She answered politely. "How is the case going?"

He sighed, and double-clicked a site to make it load faster but groaned.

Mia cocked her head at him; "That bad, huh?"

"No it's just, this computer is taking forever to load." Sam groaned again as he clicked the mouse voraciously.

Mia got up from her chair to help him.

"Hey Sam, wanna see a magic trick?" she joked as she took the mouse from him and clicked a different window.

Sam, who was bewildered by her actions, frowned. "What?"

In the span of a minute, Mia typed in a code, clicked enter, and suddenly the page Sam was trying to load, instantly began working.

"Whoa," he exclaimed, "how did you do that?"

The girl grinned. "Library cards come in handy-they give you codes to access to faster Internet."

Sam smiled back appreciatively, "Thanks, I'd probably be stuck here for hours if it wasn't for you."

"No problem. So I see you are looking up the names of the people in the email." Mia stated as she glanced at the search bar.

Sam's eyes widened, "Umm yeah, just trying to see if this may be based on some sort of serial murder case." He lied, hoping that she would believe him.

However, Mia was not easily subsided, "Do you think that the chain mail might be an actual story?

Interested in her theory, Sam looked at her. "you think the chain mail might be real? That there was a Candice Allan who is being forced to kill anyone that doesn't forward her email?"

To even her own ears the story sounded ridiculous and Mia blushed. "I don't know, I mean, it's possible, right?"

Wearily she sat down in the chair beside him and began fiddling with her necklace.

Sam watched her with a slight interest, "So I'm guessing you're one of those people who believes in stuff like this?"

Mia smirked and gazed up at him with an aura of amusement, "You're talking to a girl who believed Santa Claus existed until she was 13."

Sam laughed, "Seriously? I stopped believing when I was like 8."

"In my defense, my mom used to dress up as Santa when she put the presents under the tree so I honestly believed in him."

Sam shook his head, "My brother told me, but I already had my doubts."

Mia sighed wistfully, "I wish I could have believed forever. Christmas just wasn't the same without going to sleep thinking about Santa coming in the middle of the night to leave presents."

He nodded and asked;

"Santa aside, you believe in ghosts?"

"Yep."

"Demons?"

"I guess,"

"Werewolves?"

"Huh?"

"Vampires?"

"I-"

"Superheros?"

"Hell yes."

Sam smiled, "Superman or Batman?"

"Are you kidding? Wonder Woman all the way!" Mia replied smiling and rolling her eyes.

"Interesting." He retorted "so what do you think about this case?"

Mia gazed up and pursed her lips together as she began thinking hard about how to explain.

"It may seem weird but I'm starting to think that the email might be cursed and something's making it come true." She said as quickly as she could, hoping that she wouldn't sound as crazy as she thought she did.

Intrigued by her explanation, Sam asked her to elaborate.

"Well, maybe some sort of spirit is actually linked to the email and when someone fails to forward the message, it angers them and they lash out by replicating the murders? I'm sorry, it must sound crazy." Mia blushed, brushing off her idea.

Sam shook his head and smiled at her encouragingly, "No, it actually sounds possible. In fact, I'm trying to research if the people in the email actually existed."

Fascinated, Mia leaned towards him as he typed quickly. Her eyes scanned the screen and frowned in shock when the results appeared.

"So there was a Candice Allan and she lived here." Sam breathed in relief, as this little tidbit of information saved them a lot of trouble.

They immediately went to the archives in order to search up this mysterious Candice and came up with very little information.

"Maybe someone in town is related to her?" Mia suggested, offering to continue to help Sam in his search but the ringing of his cell interrupted his reply.

"Yeah?" he answered.

"Sam, I think we've got another one." Dean's voice came worriedly through the phone.

To be continued...

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