A/N: This story is based on an actual legend and location. The tale takes place at a river where I go fishing with my family. Now, I know that the boys don't go hunting in Canada, but I thought it'd be fun to take them someplace else.

This is a tale of murder and a grave next to a spring that is a branch off from the river. The story goes back a long time. It's been in place since before I was born. It has been said that the screams of the dying man are still heard echoing throughout the woods at night.

I personally have never heard the screaming, but then again, I've never stayed overnight at the river either, but my dad claims to have heard it once.

Anyway, like I said, this is a New Brunswick Ghost story and will take place in Canada. If you're interested, keep reading, if not turn back now.

This is my first attempt at a Supernatural fanfic, so my characters may be a little off. If so, and there is something that I can do to improve them, please tell me and I'll do my best to improve upon it. If you have constructive criticism, I welcome it. Anything to help me improve is good and well with me.

Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with the show Supernatural, but I'm a huge fan. I also don't own the legend that I have used, that's been passed down for generations. I own the plot and any directions that I might take it, but that's about it. This is purely for enjoyment and I am not getting any payment but the reviews that people give me, so drop a note!

Summary: An unscheduled stop brings legend into a new light. A haunting scream echoes through the forest at night, and that scream comes from a murder long past committed at an old logging site. An unmarked grave and a stand with a written song make it clear that this legend is highly regarded, but nobody knows if it's true or not. Nobody until Sam and Dean meet it face to face.

Chapter 1

A long and winding road snaked through a thick forest with dense woodlands on either side. Each tree looked twisted and gnarled in the navy blue of early night and reached toward the sky with deformed hands as though to touch the moon that hung above and illuminated the entire region in a pale silver glow. Pinpoints of stars dotted the sky and dark clouds drifted gracefully above the land, darting playfully in front of the moon.

The black Impala purred down the road and the two boys inside took in the sights with weary eyes. Music wafted through the open windows and Dean breathed in the crisp night air with a slight smile. In the passenger seat, Sam sat quietly, his elbow resting at the base of the window and supporting his head as his eyes slowly began to close.

"Dean, where are we?" Sam asked, shaking himself from the darkness that was edging his vision. He cast his eyes out the window to pass tiredly over the endless trees that bordered either side of the road. The fresh night air danced through the cab and tousled Sam's dark hair with soft, invisible fingers.

"We're in Canada, Sammy." Dean smiled smugly.

"It's Sam. I know we're in Canada, but where in Canada are we?"

"New Brunswick."

"I need a little more than that. A location would be nice. That is if you know one."

"Nope, sorry. I haven't the slightest clue."

"Then we're lost." Sam replied, more as a statement than a question.

Dean chuckled softly and shook his head.

"We're not lost. We just don't know where we are."

"That's the oldest joke in the book, Dean." Sam replied, hiding a small smile as it spread across his lips.

"At least it's free." Dean flashed a winning grin and leaned ahead to turn up the music.

Sam moved in to place a hand in front of the dial. "I think it's loud enough."

"No way, I can still hear myself think." Dean reached past Sam's hand to turn the volume up a bit more.

The music screamed through the speakers and Sam sighed wearily. He looked up ahead and saw a dirt road that turned into the trees. Soft orange glow filtered through the woodlands and Sam's heart skipped. There were no power lines, but that didn't mean there was nobody around. The soft light served to tell him that much.

"Dean, pull into the road up there." Sam shouted above the music.

"What?" Dean yelled.

"Pull into that road!"

"I can't hear you Sammy." Dean smirked.

Sam glared and thrust his hand to hit the 'off' button on the radio. Silence fell over the car.

"What'd you do that for?" Dean replied.

"Turn into the road." Sam said steadily.

"What road?" Dean asked, scouting the trees.

Sam looked out the window and sighed.

"The road you just passed."

"What for?"

"I saw a light in the trees, maybe there's someone there."

Dean gawked blankly at Sam, who shifted under the scrutiny he was receiving.

"Sam, there are no power lines. How can there be people?" Dean questioned, moving his head back and forth awkwardly as he struggled to look beyond the back seats and into the woods.

"Maybe it's a camping area. Can't we at least try it?"

"Fine." The oldest brother replied and backed the car up so he could turn into the road.

Five minutes of driving later, Dean came across a large pickup truck parked on the side of the road. The pale moonlight bounced off the white roof and gave it an almost haunting appearance. Beyond the truck, the road continued, but it was more of a walking trail. The Impala wouldn't fit and Dean sure as hell wasn't going to try it. No sense in scratching up his baby. It was his pride and joy and he didn't want her scarred.

"Looks like we're walking from here." Dean said as he pulled his car in behind the truck. Sam cast a questioning glance Dean's way.

"What? You're not scared are you, Sammy?" Dean questioned, his voice taking on the tone that one would use when talking to a child.

"Get out of the car, Dean." Sam said and made a move to do the same.

Dean chuckled in amusement as he opened the door and pushed himself out onto the narrow, dirt path. He stretched the kinks out of his muscles and ran a hand through his hair before closing the door and walking around front to meet Sam.

"Did you lock up?" He asked.

"Would I forget?" Sam questioned. His tone was a bit exasperated.

"I dunno, but I don't want anyone to kidnap my girl." Dean grinned and ran an affectionate hand over the hood of the car that glittered in what little light there was.

Sam shook his head, not responding to the statement and began to walk down the trail. Dean quickly caught up and fell into step next to him. As Sam walked on, a tingling sensation began to ripple up his spine to send alarms off in his head. He stopped suddenly and squinted into the dark woods surrounding them.

"What is it?" Dean questioned; knowing very well about the weird vibes that Sam got every once in a while.

"Just a feeling." Sam murmured and swept his eyes across the trail in front of him. The soft orange glow he'd seen earlier was just a little way down the road. The light swayed and danced hypnotically in the darkness, and Sam began to walk toward it.

Short minutes later, the brothers emerged from the trail and found themselves in a clearing. A shadowy tent sat on the edge of the woods, and a lively fire crackled in welcome at the front of it. Dean clapped his brother affectionately on the shoulder and made his way to where the fire glittered.

"Excuse me!" Dean called when he saw three men sitting near the flames.

The men looked up suspiciously and Dean thought he saw one of the men reach for the knife he had clipped at his belt. Dean raised his hands in a symbol of innocence.

"Hey, there's no need for that. We're not going to hurt anyone. It's just that we're lost and we need to know where we are, or directions to the nearest motel would be really great too." Dean said slowly.

"How do we know that?" One of the men asked.

"My word?" Dean questioned hopefully. His word was all he had to offer.

The man smiled and nodded. Apparently Dean's word was enough to convince him, but the other two didn't look half as convinced as the first one.

"C'mere. You boys must be cold." The man said and motioned to the fire.

No, it wasn't really cold out, it was mid June, not exactly what Dean would call cold, but he didn't want to jeopardize the shaky trust he had already gained and so nodded with a grateful smile and led Sam to the campfire.

"Thanks, it is a bit nippy." Dean said.

"No it's not." The man who had reached for his knife replied, his voice was gruff and inquiring.

"Leave the boys alone, Gray. If they're cold, they're more than welcome to come and sit with us." The man that had welcomed them stated.

"Get over here. My name's Ron Macafee. That's Tyler Grant, and he's Gray McPhail. Don't mind Gray, he really won't hurt you." Ron said.

"I'm Dean and this is my brother Sam." Dean stated.

"Well Dean and Sam, why don't you two come and sit with us for a while?"

Dean and Sam returned the smile a bit uncomfortably, but took a seat next to Tyler and stared into the fire.

"So, you boys are lost eh?" Ron asked.

"Yes sir, we are." Sam said.

"Hell of a place to get lost." Tyler put forth with a sly smirk.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned cautiously as the tingling sensation returned.

"These woods are haunted by a vengeful cook who was murdered by his boss."

"Haunted?" Dean asked, his interest was clearly piqued.

"Yep. The ghost screams at night, not many people like to stay here after dark."

Ron snorted. "An old legend. Nobody knows if it's true or not. It's just something to keep people coming here, y'know what I'm talking about?"

"I think I do." Dean said and cast a curious glance toward Sam who was rubbing a hand across the back of his neck as though to banish a strange feeling.

"It's not a legend, it's as true as I'm sitting here. These woods are haunted. I saw the Whooper with my own eyes a few years back." Tyler said, his blue eyes glistening in the firelight.

"I was with you, Tyler. You thought you saw him, but you don't know for sure. These woods are tricky. They can make ya see things that aren't there." Ron replied.

"The Whooper?" Dean asked curiously.

"Yeah, the Whooper. He was a cook for a logging camp. His boss got jealous of his money and killed him. The other loggers were away at the time of the murder, but they could hear that man's screams all the way across the river. They hurried to get back, and when they got there, the boss was gone and the cook was dead on the floor. They buried him in a grave next to Whooper spring. That's upstream from Dead Boy's Spring, about a half mile down an old mud road." Tyler stated. Dean and Sam listened intently.

"There are different versions of the story. I heard that there are ever-blooming flowers on the grave by Whooper Spring and that the ghost of that murdered cook rises screaming from the grave if ever the flowers or the dirt are disturbed. There's an apparition that lures folks into the woods, where they get lost. Then the Whooper will bring the man closer with the smell of bacon. That's when the he bursts through the trees shrieking and coming nearer and nearer to the man that came at the smell. Some men were found dead and it's thought that the Whooper scared them to death." Gray muttered. Those were his first words since Dean and Sam had sat down.

An uncomfortable silence fell over the group sitting around the campfire and only the whispering wind was there to break it. Sam rubbed at the tingling sensation dashing up and down his arms in the form of goose bumps. Dean watched his little brother carefully for a few minutes before gently tapping him on the shoulder.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asked, worry tingeing his voice.

"Fine." Sam replied distractedly, not even mentioning the fact that Dean had called him Sammy again.

"Then again, those are only stories and there haven't been any facts to prove them. I personally have never heard the Whooper scream, but it serves to keep the river alive eh?" Ron nudged Dean in an all knowing sort of way.

"Yeah." Dean agreed and once again cast his eyes to Sam who seemed to be lost in thought.

"You told us we picked a bad spot to get lost, but where are we?" Dean asked.

"You're on the Renous, a little more than halfway through. Why? Where are you headed?"

"The United States." Dean said.

"Well, you're a ways away from there. To get there you gotta turn back toward Plaster Rock. That place is a few hours that way." Ron said and pointed beyond Sam.

"A few hours? That's not so bad. Is there a motel there?" Dean asked.

"There was last time I checked. You're not gonna go back there tonight are you? There are so many wild animals out on these roads. There's no telling where one would be. There have been so many accidents because of deer running onto the road." Ron spoke.

"We were thinking about going there." Dean answered.

"We could offer you a place to sleep. I've got an extra tent in my truck if you don't mind camping." Ron replied.

Dean wasn't really one for camping, but the fact that the nearest place was few hours away and the realization of how tired he really was made him think twice before getting in his baby and driving off. Not to mention the newest paranormal entity that had just been brought up. He was interested in this spirit and he didn't even know why.

"I don't mind it. What about you, Sam?" Dean asked, drawing his little brother out of his thoughts.

"What?" Sam questioned.

"These guys have offered us a place to stay for the night. Ron has an extra tent in his truck. Would that be okay with you?" Dean asked seriously. He wanted to be sure Sam was okay with staying before making any final decisions.

"Whatever." Sam replied.

"Sam, what do you say?" Dean asked.

"We can stay, I don't mind." Sam replied, but his voice sounded strangely cautious and Dean wasn't sure if it was a good cautious or a bad cautious.

TBC…

A/N: Yes, Dead Boy's Spring is a real place along the river, and so is Whooper's spring. The Renous is a real place too, by the way. Anyway, until next time, let me know your thoughts!