I've had the honour to work with another fanfiction author over the past month or so, Weirdness-Is-Cool. This has been an amazing opportunity to work with someone who is interested in the same thing as me and has different ideas about it. This is the first installment of out story, so I hope you enjoy it. Also, please check out Weirdness-Is-Cool's uploaded version and leave her a review too. Thanks!

Eric Kripke owns Supernatural.

"Dean, can you turn the music down? I think I'm going deaf!"

"What? Can't hear you, the music's too loud!" Dean yelled back at me with a smirk on his face. The sound of AC/DC was filled the car, and after listening to the same song for the past hour, I was starting to go crazy.

I rolled my eyes at Dean and turned the music off. Finally, there was peace and quiet.

"What the- that was my favorite song, Sammy!" Dean exclaimed.

"We've been listening to it repeatedly for the last hour Dean. I think I've had my fair share of 'Highway to Hell' to last me a lifetime." I retorted calmly, folding my arms.

"Then I'll just play a different song…" Dean stretched out his hand to turn the music back on, but I smacked it away. He looked up at me, surprised.

"Did you just slap my hand away?" he asked with a scowl. "How old are you, five?"

"No! Just… no more music okay? I'm getting a headache." I complained, adding the Puppy Dog Eyes for extra effect.

Dean sighed. "You're such a delicate crybaby Sammy."

I decided to ignore that last comment. "How long 'till we get there?" I asked after a while of amazing silence.

"Maybe a half hour or so," he replied, keeping his eyes on the road. "So what exactly is happening at this high school? Is it a monster? Or an angry spirit?"

"Well, there have been 3 reported deaths there over the past month. They were all students, all teenage boys and they all got murdered in different gruesome ways." I explained.

"So why is it our kind of job? It could've been some psychopath serial killer too," Dean said, stopping at a red light.

"I don't know… I have a feeling that there's something supernatural involved," I argued back.

Dean sighed and looked over at me.
"Fine… but if it is a psychopath serial killer, you owe me 50 bucks."

When we arrived at Univille, Iowa, it was pouring rain. We had checked into a cheap motel, but not before Dean got the receptionist's number. Now he was trying (unsuccessfully) to unlock the door to our motel room.

"Dean, hurry up! It's freezing!" I yelled at him. I tried to take the key off him. "You're putting it in the wrong way!"

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Sammy!" he said shoving me out the way, "I got it!"

The door swung open and Dean stepped inside, taking his time to find the light switch. I pushed him to the side and also stepped in, closing the door behind me. The sound of the rain immediately disappeared and I relaxed a little.

"Well that wasn't rude at all." Dean pouted, crossing his arms and glaring at me.

"Hey, it's not my fault you were standing in my way." I answered back, claiming my creaky bed by throwing my duffel onto it.

"It's not my fault you were standing in my way," Dean mimicked in a high voice. I rolled my eyes and took my laptop out of its case, getting ready to do some background checks on the murdered boys.

"Hey Sammy."

"Yeah?"

Dean was lounged out on the sofa. "I'm hungry. Why don't you go get us something to eat."

My eyes widened. "We just ate like two hours ago!"

"I know. That was a really, really long time ago."

I swear that if Dean didn't go hunting, he'd be very…well, let's just say rather, large. "Dean, it's pouring outside, and I haven't slept properly for the past two days. Do you really think I'm gonna go get you food right now?" I asked.

Dean's eyes glowed with hope. "…yes?"