Chapter One: A Call that Predicts Death

Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever own the tv show Supernatural or the Japanese movie One Missed Call, for which the basic plot for this fic was taken.

Summary: When Sam does some online research, the boys end up in a small town, just outside of Boston where people have been receiving mysterious phone calls predicting their death to come. Will the boys be able to figure out what's happening, or will it be too late?

With his laptop neatly settled in his lap, Sam was clicking away, reading a string of articles he had come across while surfing the web. With their last job just finished, he knew Dean would want to be on the hunt again as soon as possible. Ever since their father's death, the hunt seemed to be the only thing that could distract him from John's absence. Stealing a glance over at his brother, Sam couldn't help but show a hint of a smile, seeing that for the moment at least, Dean seemed somewhat content. However his look lingered one moment too long and Dean turned to him, his brow raised. "What?"

Sam shook his head and turned away, running a hand through his hair before glancing back down at the screen in front of him. "I think I've found something, not too far from where we are now."

At the news Dean showed a hint of a smile. "What is it?"

As the younger Winchester scrolled down the page, he locked everything into his memory and opened his mouth to speak. "It's in a town outside of Boston. The police are completely baffled. Somehow teenagers have been getting strange calls on their cell phones, only the caller ID lists the caller as themselves. They've been getting voicemails from supposedly their future selves, reacting to their deaths. No one has any idea what's happening, and the only connecting factor is the ring tone. It's the same for every person who gets the call."

"Dude…that's messed up," Dean replied, glancing over at him. "You're telling me that people are learning when they're going to die through phone call?"

Sam nodded while continuing to read through another article. "But they're not just random deaths either…It says here that each victim found has had some kind of red candy found in their mouth." He noticed the brief look of amusement and shook his head. "Don't ask me. Anyway, it seems like something worth checking out don't you think?"

He received a small chuckle in reply. "If that's not right up our ally, I don't know what is," Dean stated, pressing down on the gas pedal a tad bit harder. "How far away is this place anyway?"

"Let me see…no more than a couple hours," he replied before finally closing his laptop. "It's right off the highway, exit 20A."

Dean gave a slight nod before glancing briefly at his little brother. "Why don't you get some sleep until then, huh Geek boy? You're starting to look like crap."

He was met with a weak glare before Sam leaned his head against the window, letting his eyes gaze over the scenery as they continued down the freeway. It wasn't much to look at, the same trees and rocks passing by over and over again, a house appearing every now and again. After a while the dullness of it all seemed to lull him to sleep.

In the town they were headed towards, a young teenage girl closed the door behind her as she reached her house. "Mom, dad, are you home?" she asked, climbing the stairs of their ranch styled home. She peaked into the living room and kitchen before moving down the hall on the off chance that her parents were in the bedroom. She knocked lightly on the door, but received no answer. "Guess they're not here…that's weird." Shrugging it off, she walked into her room and dropped her bag on the floor.

Cell phone in hand, she flopped down on her bed and let out a small sigh. She was about to open her phone to make a call when suddenly it started ringing. Her expression immediately became one of fear, her fingers trembling as her grip on the phone tightened. The ringing continued. Letting out a shuddered breath, she flipped open the phone, only to have the ringing stop. "One Missed Call." Her eyes widened as the caller ID named herself as the caller, Sarah Chambers. Calling up her voicemail, she slowly raised the phone to her ear. She was met with screams, agonizing screams that belonged to no one but herself, causing her to quickly shut the phone, tossing it to the side.

Wanting nothing more than to get as far away as she could, Sarah leaped up from her place on the bed and ran down the hall, down stairs, and out the door. Yet, as she came outside her eyes widened when she saw a young child in the road and a car coming in the distance. Not knowing what else to do, she ran towards the child, but as she reached out as to get them out of the road, she was gone. When she turned her head she let out an ear piercing scream, and a second later the speeding car hit her head on, leaving nothing but a crumpled body and a pool of blood.

Sam gasped as his eyes flew open, his breathing hitched. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings, that Dean seemed to be trying to say something, but his mind wasn't processing anything. The scene he had just witnessed played over again in his head, which was starting to hurt like hell. Finally, after about five times of his brother calling him, asking if he was alright, Sam turned to him, his face pale.

"Jesus, Sammy, say something already!" Dean said, exasperated. "I've been calling to you for the past five minutes. What the hell happened?"

"I saw it happen…the phone call predicting your own death," he said slowly, willing himself to calm down. "There was a girl…she was just sitting on her bed when the phone rang, and this ring sounded like something out of a creepy circus. She looked so scared by it…like she knew it was coming almost. When she listened to the message the only thing that came was her screaming. She ran out of the house and saw a girl in the road, but when she went to help her the girl just vanished…then she screamed and was hit by a car…" Sighing, Sam ran a hand through his hair, leaning his head back against the seat.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, Dean used his free hand to reach into his jacket pocket and pulled out a bottle of aspirin, tossing it over to Sam. "We're coming up on the exit now. I'll find us a motel or something to stay in tonight and we can start out fresh in the morning."

Sam nodded before opening the aspirin bottle and popping two of the pills into his mouth, suddenly dreading what was waiting for them.