STORY 7! YEAAAAHHH! Anyways, I should have a better update schedule now that my sports stuff has ended, so you can expect more frequent updates (I hope!) It's not that I didn't want to write for you folks, it's just that I didn't have time. I hope you understand! Any-old-how, here's the next one! If you couldn't tell, I got the title from the Rolling Stones' song Sympathy For The Devil.

Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, I would have already made an episode of the boys just going through everyday life and, most importantly, HAPPY.

xxx

Chapter 1

If there was one thing that Elizabeth Winchester did not appreciate, it was being woken up at five in the morning to one of her older brothers' yelling.

"Get up! Get up! Time to go! Move it!" Dean yelled, shaking both of his younger siblings' shoulders.

Sam moaned sleepily, turning over in his motel bed. Eli swung her hand over the side, feeling around near the ground for something. Then, she felt her boot under her hand. She grabbed it and blindly flung it in the direction that she heard Dean's voice coming from, unwilling to open her eyes.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed as he ducked, narrowly missing a boot to the face, "All hands on deck! We've got a case!"

"So what? It's five in the morning. Go back to sleep, idiot." Sam muttered, his eyes still squeezed shut.

Dean rolled his eyes and crossed the room to the light switch next to the door. He flipped it on and watched with a smirk as Sam and Eli groaned, trying to block out the light.

"We've got a weird one, kiddos. Up and at 'em!" Dean told them, trying to interest them enough to get them out of their stupor.

"All of them are weird ones. Now turn off that light, you jackass." Eli complained, slinging her arm over her eyes in an attempt to block out the bright light.

"I don't mean 'Oh, there's a ghost' weird. I mean 'Oh god, an entire town is beginning to die off' weird." Dean explained.

That got the attention of the two youngest Winchesters. They opened their eyes, squinting against the light. Sam sat up slowly in bed a confused look on his face. Elizabeth stayed laying down, but gave Dean the a similar look.

"How? What's killing them?" Sam asked, suddenly quite interested.

"Not sure. It's not like anything we usually deal with."

"How many victims?" Eli questioned.

"About ten so far. And whatever it is doesn't show signs of stopping. So you guys in or what?" Dean said with a smirk, already knowing the answer.

Sam climbed out of bed and stretched his back, rising to his full height. He then trudged off towards the bathroom, grabbing his duffel bag on the way there. As soon as he closed the door, Eli rolled out of bed, landing on the floor with a thud.

"You ok there, little sister?" Dean asked her with a smile.

"Peachy." she mumbled back sleepily. She then pulled herself off the floor. She stood up, slouching slightly. Dean walked over to the couch that he had spent the previous night on and ruffled her hair on the way over. Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at her older brother. Sam opened the bathroom door in a white t shirt, flannel shirt, and jeans and rolled his eyes at the scene in front of him.

"What are you, five?" he asked, walking over to his bed.

"I'm young at heart." Eli answered, spinning around to grab her bag and throwing it into the bathroom with a flourish.

"Don't break anything." Sam told her, wincing as the bag hit the back wall of the bathroom.

"Yeah, yeah." she replied absent-mindedly as she followed the bag into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Dean looked at his little brother's exasperated look and laughed. He then went back to packing his own things as Sam packed his. Soon, Eli emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed.

"Ready to go?" Dean asked.

Elizabeth crossed the room and reached under her pillow, digging around for a moment. She then pulled out a knife from under her pillow and shoved it in her bag. "Ready." she answered.

"Let's go." Dean said, opening the door and heading out it, followed by his two siblings.