He stumbled down the street, only stopping to grasp a lamp post and hurl the contents of his stomach into the adjacent hedge. It had been one wild party. He rounded the corner, and stopped outside a terraced house that must have belonged to him. As he fumbled with the latch of the gate, he stopped, catching a dark movement out behind the shed. Blaming the shadow on his drunken state, he lurched down the path, reaching the door, and subsequently for his keys. Yet again, he fumbled, before dropping them completely. He bent down, groped for the keychain, his head reeling as he jerked back to standing position, coming eye to eye with a dark haired, black eyed, smirking woman.

He jumped back, tripping on the mat, and falling flat. The woman opened his door. She took three steps, towering over him, before kneeling by his side…

And plunging her hand into his chest.

'I think I found something'

The younger brother circled another block of text in that days newspaper. He collected a few other scraps, and glanced between the pile of research on the table to the report displayed on his laptop. He spoke again;

'Man found dead, heart missing-'

'C'mon Sammy, that's gotta be a Werewolf.' The older brother said, striding on through the archway leading to the kitchen. Dean had been spending more and more time in the kitchen of the 'Bat Cave'. Named by Dean, it was almost their home now. It housed extensive rooms, libraries, storage, and, to Dean's delight, a fully equipped kitchen. Balancing three plates in his hands, he arrived at the table. Dean set them down, and rubbed his hands together in an accomplished way. He gestured towards the plates, grinning, a proud look lighting up his face.

'Made you guys burgers.' Dean pushed a plate towards Sam.

'We've had these three times this week, Dean' said Sam.

'These are a different recipe. Not mine. Saw it on TV.'

'You watch cookery shows now?' Sam smiled, with an incredulous laugh.

'What? No man, I mean…' Dean searched for some way to backtrack his statement, then gave up.

'Shut up' He grinned, sliding his own plate towards him. He grabbed the beer sat beside Sam, and took a swig.

'Whatever. Anyway, as I was saying, not a Werewolf. According to this, the body had 'Strange marking on the lower abdomen', several teeth missing and one more thing.' Sam rifled through his papers.

'Spill the details, Sammy' Dean leant back on his chair.

'A woman apparently saw the whole thing from a bedroom window. She says that the person that attacked the man was a woman, a woman with 'jet black eyes.''. Sam sighed.

'So Demon then. Awesome. Just what we need right now, another one of those sons of bitches racking up the body count' Dean glanced at the cooling third plate.

'Where's Cas?' Dean asked, referring to the angel who had decided to 'be a hunter' and live with them for the foreseeable future.

'I don't know, I think I saw him go outside' Sam said vaguely, distracted by some new information of his laptop.

'Huh. Weird.' Dean shoved the last of his burger into his mouth, before heading for the door. As he neared the exit, he could hear some kind of mechanical sounds in the distance. Dean stopped for a second, hadn't he seen Cas reading a car manual that morning?

'Son of a bitch' Dean broke into a sprint. If Cas was messing with Baby, Dean needed to get there, and fast.

My first fic, hope you guys are liking it so far… If there's anyone reading it here at all… Anyway, there may be some destiel action in the next chapter, I plan to build on it. Please review!