The Impalas engines low purr was the only thing that could be heard as Dean was driving through the dimming night rather aimlessly, just waiting for the call from Sam, letting him know where to head next. He had been given the mission to go out and look for anything unusual, as Sam had come to a dead end on his research and needed some time to go through his sources. Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and stole glances from the phone, just waiting for it to start to ring at any given time.

It seemed like a thousand miles of suburbia later that the phone finally started to play the tell-tale start beats of Ozzy's Not Going Away, indicating that Sammy had found the thing they were supposed to be hunting. Trying to hide the eagerness in his voice that would have revealed how ready he was to jump on a new case, on any case, Dean grabbed the phone and pressed the green button.

"Yeah?"

Instead of giving a location to witch way head Sam kept his voice low and murmured to the phone, which in itself would have made Dean nervous in any situation, but the thing the other Winchester said made Dean look for the nearest place to turn his car;

"There's a cop-car outside." came the whisper from the other end of the phone line. Sam was back at the hotel room they'd rented for their stay and had practically glued his eyes to the car with flashing lights outside. His heart was racing and he could feel the adrenalin pump through his veins as his body readied itself to fight or flight.

"You think it's for us?" Dean asked as calmly as possible, but still looking for places to turn, just in case Sam would need help or an escape car; he would be there in ten minutes tops.

Sammy shook his head and tried to think; could it possibly be that Hendricksen was already on their tale?
"I don't know." he said instead of worrying Dean too much; it would not help if his brother would come back and get himself arrested as well.

Dean tried to calm himself, rationalize, it couldn't be for them, they'd been careful enough, they had ditched all the leads, and they'd gone in deep. Only thing they hadn't done was move to Canada.

"I don't see how, I mean we ditched the plates, the credit cards."

As if from queue Sam looked as the flashing lights of the cop-car drove away from the hotels parking lot. He huffed. Sometimes the convenience of things amazed him. Or then Dean was more of a psychic than he ever led on. Well that was a thought.
Out loud he only ended up telling Dean about the false alarm; just to hear his brother's slightly arrogant I told you so speech. He rolled his eyes and retorted;

"Yeah. Being fugitives? Freaking dance party."

"Hey man, chicks digg the danger vibe." Sam could almost see Deans face; the wolfish grin and a slight lick on his lips. The younger hunter couldn't but roll his eyes again, convinced that one day they would be stuck in one of the odd angles he was rolling them to, seeing that he did it a lot while hanging around his brother.

None the less he stood up from where he had been crouching beneath the window and walked to the table where he had displayed his research on the demon or thing called Djinn, a sort of a genie that had caused havoc in the town and that they were now hunting down. John's diary was sprawled on top of the pile of old books and opened on the page that naturally was about the thing.

He was still stuck with the research. There had been nothing of use neither in the books nor in the diary, since both seemingly seemed to believe that finding the thing wasn't as hard as killing it. He scrunched his face and pinched his nose.

"So, you got anything yet?" he asked his brother hoping for something new; he had a bunch of adrenalin in his body and he needed to use it somehow. Hunting down a creepy genie would do as well as anything else.

Dean on the other hand wasn't amused either. He had been hoping for freaking something. His ass was getting numb from all the sitting; they had already driven two days to get there and now he had spent hours driving through empty, almost finished housing areas and idyllic houses with happy families and a white picket fences. So he let his frustration be heard in his voice;

"Are you kidding me? How could I? You got me shifting through like 50 square miles of real-estate here."

This was not going to turn into a wild goose chase. There had to be some reason to make his ass this numb.

"Well, that's where all the victims disappeared." Sam said leafing through the books on the table and trying to come up with at least something.

"Yeah well, I get at least squat. What about you?" Dean said while in his mind he was praying for something, anything to get out of his state of boredom.

"Just one thing" Sam said and Dean was instantly hanging to every word his brother was saying, "I'm pretty sure of it now." Sam drew one of the books closer to him and stared at the picture on the page, "We're hunting a Djinn."

Back in the Impala Dean snorted,

"A freaking genie?"

"Yeah." was the only answer Dean got back, and it made him wonder what the other man was thinking.

"What? You think these suckers can really grant wishes?" He said and for a while let his mind wonder on what he would wish; there were a lot of things he could wish for, but what would he actually go for? He shook the idea out of his head quickly; there wasn't such a thing as a free gift. These suckers always had a price they made you pay. A price that often enough was way too high.

Sam shook his head back at the hotel room; that's not what he thought.

"I don't know. I guess they're powerful enough. . But not exactly like Barbara Eden and the harem pants. I mean, Djinn have been feeding off people for centuries. They're all over the Koran."

The mention of the actress made Deans eyes glass over for a while.

"My God. Barbara Eden was hot, wasn't she? Way hotter than that Bewitched chick."

Yes, there was something about older movies that hit a special spot in Dean's heart; those and a good bottle of beer and a good looking chick in his arm. That right there was his paradise.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle. This was the brother he remembered from their teen years; would the older Winchester ever grow up?

"Are you even listening to me?" he asked with a smile on his lips, not even waiting for a coherent answer.

Dean popped out of his fairy tale, a bit sourly if he could be honest.

"Yeah. So uh, where do the Djinns lair at?"

Sam scratched his chin and checked the books, he was sure he had seen it somewhere, and sure enough he found the thing he was looking for on the next page.

"Ruins usually," he told Dean, "Uh, bigger the better, more places to hide."

Well, naturally, thought Dean. All the creepy things liked to lurk in the dark. Wonder why that was; guess they just didn't like their own reflection too much.

As he was deep in his thought, Dean remembered the old factory he had driven past when Sam first had been a sweet heart and called him. Guess he could check it out; he did need to stretch his legs.

"Yeah, I think I saw a place couple of miles back. I'm going to check it out."

Sam could just feel that something was going to go wrong if he let Dean go out alone and he immediately started to protest;

"No, no, no, no. Come pick me up first."

But as stubborn as his brother was, he should have known that there was no convincing him out of something he had already decided to go through.

"I'm sure it's nothing. I just wanna take a look around." was the last thing Sam heard before the line went dead as the other hunter closed the phone. Sam couldn't but drive his hand through his hair and worry. He decided that if there would be no sound from his thickheaded brother before the morning he'd have to go and look for him.

Dean hit the brakes and made a turn at one of the points he still had subconsciously been looking for if Sam would have needed his presence back at the hotel. He had driven past the factory about ten minutes ago when he had originally picked up the phone, it couldn't be too far away. So he stepped on it. The building had already then prickled his ghost hunter senses so to speak; it had just screamed creepy crawlers and trouble.

It wasn't long after that he parked the car on the parking lot next to the ominous looking building. He grabbed his flashlight from the seat and hopped out of the car, going round to the trunk. So a Djinn huh, he thought and reached for the silver knife; it should do the trick. He walked calmly towards the empty looking building, not having any clue what's going to be in store for him.

The building was empty; the walls were cowered in cobwebs and his steps echoed too loudly on the floors. He's not going to surprise any supernatural entity with this amount of noise caused by mere movements. Then again, the place did look rather empty to him and it doesn't give the same raise your neck hair feeling that haunted places tend to give in general. Yet there is something prickling in the back of his mind as he walked slowly and ready to attack.

When he came to the end of one hallway and turned to exit through the hall he hadn't checked yet, he failed to notice the dark shadow creeping behind him, almost covered behind the old boxes, closing in on him with every step he took.

Dean kept on walking, already quite convinced that the place is empty and Sam had sent him on a wild goose chase. Again. He shook his head and muttered to himself when he felt the heavy weight smash on to him and pin him to the wall to his right. The flashlight fell to the ground and he tried to hold up the knife, only to find his hand pinned to the wall as well. The Djinn slammed his hand against the wall until he was forced to drop the knife, his only way of protecting himself and making him feel utterly naked in front of the threat.

The creature holding him looked rather man like, its skin covered in what looked like blue tribal tattoos. If Dean would have seen the thing in daylight he might have thought it to be just some over fanatical inker. Nothing too special about its looks, until its eyes started to glow slightly and it lifted its even more glowing finger up slowly, aiming it on Dean's face. This is when he decided that it was definitely not some ultra-biker but something far more dangerous and he started to struggle for his life.

Unfortunately it was too late; the Djinn touched Dean on the forehead with its glowing finger and Dean could feel as his muscles rapidly went completely limp, and his mind blanked out almost immediately. The last thing he thought before the darkness took him was how tired and somehow good he felt; wondering if this was what death felt like.

The Djinn smiled as the hunter fell to its feet, his eyes slowly fading and the blue glow of them fading, making his eyes green again, and staring into nothingness. This was the first time the Djinn hadn't needed to go out and hunt for a new victim and it quite liked the change of the prey walking straight to its lair. It hauled Dean over its shoulder and dragged him into the dark.

Dean felt so tired. Too tired to open up his eyes and look around. He felt so good and soft and safe. Oh god, just let him stay in this state forever. He groaned a bit and turned on the soft bed he was obviously lying on.

Then it all comes back to him; the factory, the Djinn, the glowing eyes and then the darkness.

He jumped up and stared at the TV in front of the bed, playing an old black and white horror movie on low volume. A slimy beast is roaring and a woman screaming, just like in any other film. Dean pants heavily and looks around in the dark room, only then becoming aware of the other body on the bed, breathing slowly, it's back towards him. He kept on staring at the lump next to him, debating on if he should just jump on it or not. He decided against it and leaned in closer, the other then turning to face him. It was a man; a rather attractive man at that, snoring slightly, with his brown hair sticking out in every direction. And it was now obvious that he was half naked.

Dean peeked under the blankets without thinking and blushed. They were both half naked; both only wearing boxers. With the blush burning on his cheeks he got out of bed and tip toed with his bare feet through the door and to the other room that clearly worked as a living room.

He fumbled in the dark, searching for his phone. Where was he? How had he gotten there? And more importantly; how had he ended up in bed with a man?

He needed to call Sam.