A/N: Hey Everybody. I wrote this a while ago, but only got the guts to post it recently.

It had been three months since I paid Sammy a visit and took him along with me looking for dad. Three months since his girlfriend's death, and it still haunts and tortures him in his dreams. I wish that there was something I could do to help him, even if I have to suffer his nightmares for the rest of my life. But, as fate would have it, we're stuck as it is. Which means that I'm stuck with a sleep deprived brother in the front seat.

A couple of hours ago, Sam found us a case. I drove, listening to AC/DC and Metallica as usual, while Sam sat on his laptop. I swear the dude's in love with that thing or something.

Turning down my music, I looked at my brother. "So, tell me about this case."

"Well, over the past week, four people have disappeared and then turn up again a day later dead," he said, without looking up from the screen.

I nodded. "Sounds like our kind of thing. What are you thinking? Angry spirit? Some sort of ritual? Witchcraft?"

"Yeah. I also thought that it might be a spirit, but there is nothing in common with the victims. The one was a grade-school teacher, another – an accountant, as well as a dentist and a cop. Even their records are clean."

"So, other than being on the list of worst jobs ever, they have nothing in common."

"Seems so. Even the way they died was different each time. I mean the teacher was found hanging from a tree in the school yard, with her chest ripped open. Her heart and lungs were ripped out. Other employees found them scattered over the school."

"Yikes. And the others?"

"The accountant was found in many pieces in his office. The cop was shot five times in the chest and once in the head. And the dentist was found in his operating chair, with his drill shoved in his neck."

"Yet another reason why I hate going to the dentist. So not a ritual, as all organs are accounted for. Maybe this is just some psycho killer."

Sam sighed. "Maybe. But it's worth looking into."

We arrived into town not long after dawn. After booking in at a motel, Sam and I went to the police station to get some more information about these deaths.

We walked in, dressed in suits, pretending to be FBI – like we always do. A pretty officer behind the counter caught my attention, while Sam introduced us as agents, so honestly I can't remember what my name was. Finally, after Sam kicked me in the shin, I focused on the sheriff. He seemed to be in his mid-fifties. His messy dark brown hair was streaked with silver, as was his beard. This man looked like he couldn't care less about what happened in his town.

"Why would the FBI be interested in a couple of murders in a small town such as this?" his voice rough as though he swallowed gravel before we got here.

"Nothing is too small for the FBI," Sam answered, as the sheriff led us to the back of the station.

The sheriff disappeared into his office and returned not long after with a file in his hands. Passing the file to Sam, he said, "Everything about the murders is in this file. The reports, list of witnesses, suspects, the living relatives of the victims and who found which body when. Now if you excuse me, I have work to do."

I put on my best fake grateful smile. "Thank you." Handing him one of my FBI cards, I said, "If anything else happens, give us a call."

The minute we got out of that place, I mentally let out a breath of relief. There was something about that place that just put me off. My hunter instincts were going nuts, telling me to kill the thing that was evil, but I didn't know who or what. I thought that maybe I should tell Sam.

Before I could open my mouth Sam cut me off, "The last person to be killed was Mary Anne Johnson – the teacher. Looks like she was staying with her sister before she died."

"Let's go pay her a little visit than."

Well, there you go. The first Chapter. Let me know what you think and if I should post the next or not.