A/N: This story is happening during season 8, but it has nothing to do with what is going on right now on the show, so there will be just some small spoilers!

IMPORTANT A/N:

As you know Jensen and his wife Danneel are expecting their first kid, a baby girl! :) They've chosen a charity and have asked their fans to donate to this charity instead of sending gifts! So, for those of you who didn't know about the page that Jensen has set up, here's the address: http(colon)(slash)(slash)fundly(d o t)c o m(slash)baby-ackles-gift

(Please note it is typed out and there are spaces between some letters due to ffnet's policy on web addresses)

And here's Jensen's note on the fundraising page:

"Some of you have expressed interest in giving Danneel and I baby gifts for our
little girl. We would ask instead that you donate to this wonderful charity. We
are truly grateful for your support and generosity. You guys are the best!
Always,
Jensen"

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I'm sorry for the long A/N, but please spread the word and donate if you can, the amount of your donation is NOT important, every dollar counts! This is for a good cause!

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. Burying The Hatchet .

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"Forget it, Dean!" Sam growled for the umpteenth time and leaned against a tree, folding his arms across his chest.

"What the heck is wrong with you?" Dean growled back. "You have to go and find whoever is behind this; what difference do you think it makes if you stay here?"

"I will not leave you here."

"I'm not asking you to go and live your life." Dean rolled his eyes. "Hell, I'll hunt you down if you do." he gave his little brother a smirk. "But you gotta do something. Find out what's going on. We obviously can't do anything while we're stuck here."

Sam looked a bit hesitant.

"Sam, this can't be our lives, but it will be, if you don't go now. You stay here with me and we will turn into a couple of hillbillies."

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** FIVE DAYS EARLIER **

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"Hey, listen to this." Dean spoke to catch his brother's attention as an article caught his eyes. It was a Wednesday morning and they were sitting in a diner is a small town near Ashton in Wyoming.

"Last Friday, two boys disappeared in the woods and apparently it's the fourth time, this year that something like this has happened."

Sam frowned. "So, what do you want us to do about it?"

"What we always do. We look into it." Dean replied while still scanning the article. "Wait."

"What?"

"According to this article a plan's crashed in the same area ten years ago."

That was interesting; Sam thought. "Any survivors?"

"Don't know. There's nothing about that crash here." Dean dropped the newspaper on the table and motioned with his hand for the waitress to come.

"Do you boys need anything else?" The middle-aged woman asked kindly.

"Your number, maybe?" Dean asked sweetly and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Only if I were younger." The woman laughed. "So?"

"Actually there's something... Sally." Dean read her name tag and cleared his throat. "I was reading this article and saw something about a plane crash in the woods around here. You know anything about it?"

The woman sighed. "Yes. I remember that one. It was so sad. What do you want to know about it?"

"Were there any survivors?" Dean asked.

"Just one. Kyle Burke. He doesn't remember anything about the crash, though. They found him in the field just outside the woods. His left arm was broken in three places and was badly infected; they had to amputate it, but other than that he was fine."

Both Dean and Sam grimaced.

"How long after the crash did they find him?"

Sally shrugged, "I'm not sure; probably one week. We didn't even know their plan had crashed. But one week before finding him, Kyle and three of his friends had left the town on their small plane and hadn't come back."

Dean shared a look with Sam. "What about the others? Did you find their bodies?"

Sally looked uncomfortable. "What does it matter? Why do you ask so many questions about it?"

"We're just curious." Sam answered innocently. "Accidents like this are always heartbreaking, but we were wondering why we'd never heard of it."

The woman sighed. "This is a small isolated area; news like this won't leave the town."

"The others?" Dean asked again.

"We don't know, alright?" Sally declared, almost agitatedly. "Nobody goes in those woods."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"We just don't. Our parents have prevented us from going anywhere near those woods and so have their parents. It's ominous. And now people keep disappearing in there. You read the article. Two other boys have disappeared just this week and in a small town like this, we're like a big family. Those stupid boys were like my own sons and now they're gone too, just because they couldn't stifle their curiosity." her voice was a mixture of sadness, anger and remorse. "It'll be 35 bucks." she said, indicating that the conversation was over.

Dean pulled out a 50 dollar bill and handed it to her. "Just one more thing. Where can we find this Kyle guy?"

Sally studied him for a few seconds. "He lives ten minutes away from here. In that yellowish house." she pointed out the window. "But I'm telling you, he doesn't like visitors. Especially nosy strangers." and with that she walked away.

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One hour later, Dean parked the Impala in front of Kyle's place and knock on the door, waiting for someone to open it. A couple of minutes passed till finally a disheveled looking man opened it slightly and peeked out. "What?"

"Mr. Burke, Hi. We are with the FBI." Dean showed his ID card. "We need to ask you a few questions."

"About what?"

"About those boys who disappeared in the woods last Friday." Sam answered.

"And what's that got anything to do with me? I haven't left my freaking house for months."

"We know." Dean nodded. "But you're the only survivor of a plane crash which has happened in the same area."

The man paled. "I don't remember anything about it."

"Can we just come in?"

"No." Kyle said curtly and was about to close the door, when Dean stopped him.

"Emily Bright." he said, making both Sam and Kyle frown in confusion.

"What about her?" Kyle asked, as Sam eyed Dean a few more seconds before turning his attention back to the man standing in front of them.

"She was in that plane with you, wasn't she?" Dean said calmly.

"I told you; I don't remember a frigging thing." Burke growled.

"I know, but she died there and we think something was behind that crash. Don't you want to find out why your girlfriend is dead or why you've lost your arm?"

The man gulped. Until then, the left side of his body was hidden behind the door, making it impossible for them to see it and it was clear that it was a sore point with him.

"I can't help you." he said quietly. "I really don't remember anything. I wish I could, but-"

"What about the day before the crash?"

"Nothing that can help you with your investigation. We just decided to make my friend, Anthony, to give us a free ride in his 4-seater Cessna. We'd never do that if we knew things would get this ugly."

Dean and Sam nodded in sympathy.

"All I remember is getting in that plane and then nothing. The next thing I know is waking up in that damn hospital with my arm gone. Along with all my close friends." his gaze was fixed somewhere behind them, as if he'd gone back to those days. Shaking his head he looked back at Dean. "It doesn't matter what happened that day. Emily is gone and so are my other friends. Your investigation won't bring them back and it sure won't give me back my arm." with that he closed the door in their faces.

Dean and Sam quietly walked away.

"How did you know about Emily?" Sam asked when they reached their car.

Dean smirked. "Dear sweet Sally."

Sam raised an eyebrow, but then chuckled. "She's old enough to be your mother."

"So? I didn't sleep with her. I just found us some valuable information."

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It took them two more days to gather more information through people or old local articles, but by the third night in that town, they still had nothing useful.

"Could it be another scarecrow?" Sam asked when Dean handed him a beer.

Dean glared at him expressionlessly. "Only if they're stupid enough to put a scarecrow in the woods." he deadpanned. "And there's no pattern in the way they disappear."

Sam actually felt stupid for asking that question. He nodded. "And people seemed genuinely scared of those woods."

"Did anyone say why they're scared?"

"Not really. They all just agree on one thing; people have started to disappear in those woods after that plane crash."

"Ghost?" Dean suggested.

Sam shrugged. "Could be. People have left them there; they're probably angry and looking for revenge."

"Makes sense."

"We're gonna go in there. Aren't we?" Sam sighed.

Dean wrinkled his nose. "I hate camping."

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... TBC ...

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A/N: Hopefully, I'll be able to update in a couple of days, but you gotta tell me what you think! :)

Sorry for any mistakes.

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