Hi, people. This is my first Fanfic, in case you didn't catch it in the summary. I've been writing this one for a little while and now finally have begun to post it. It's still a WIP, so I still have some storywriting to do. So I'll get back to that; meanwhile, enjoy!


The black 1967 Chevrolet Impala roared down the darkened Tennessee road. Hints of fading light shone in the sky over the trees behind the car as it meandered up the winding forest path in the foothills of the Smokies. Another typical night for the Winchesters. From the passenger seat, Sam asked "So… what exactly does Cas need us to do?" Dean rolled his eyes and sighed. "I've told you already – we need to retrieve some kind of angelic pendant that can destroy certain powerful demons." Sam's brow furrowed. "Why would they hide it in some random, old, creepy mansion in the middle of the forest? That's sort of asking for trouble." Dean shook his head. "Cas said that it had needed to be hidden in a mortal place where nothing supernatural could trigger its powers, and thereby alert every demon within fifty miles to its presence. Unfortunately," He continued, "the angels sorta lost track of it too, over the few centuries it's been gone, and have only now located the faintest reverberations of the pendant's power. And obviously they can't go in themselves, be—" "Because they'd attract demons, possibly start a war over the thing, I remember," Sam picked up, "So they have to send mortals to grab it for them." "Exactly." They drove on in silence for a few more miles, until the Impala rounded a bend and a huge, dilapidated manor came into view, sitting on a rocky terrace at the end of the stretch of road they were on. Just looking at the place was depressing, solemn and lonely, not a single light to be seen, save for the faint moon becoming visible above. As they pulled onto the drive leading up to the house's entrance, Both Dean and Sam couldn't help but crane their necks just to keep the whole house in sight. "Damn," Dean breathed, "This is gonna be so much fun- combing through a huge, old-as-hell house in the woods, looking for an angelically powerful pendant that we're not even sure we know what it looks like." The car pulled to a stop in the gravel drive at the front of the house, and the two front car doors simultaneously opened. The Winchesters immediately made for the trunk, each grabbing a salt-filled gun, a flashlight, and other miscellaneous supplies they'd need for searching the house. Five minutes later they stood at the heavily boarded front door, Sam waiting a few steps behind Dean, who was looking for places where the door might be weak enough for him to kick it in. When he found a spot that looked good enough, he straightened. "Sam," he said gruffly, turning briefly to face him, "When we're done here, we're gonna get us some pie." Sam sighed, but couldn't help grinning. With that and a deep breath, Dean turned back around and kicked down the rotting wood with a splintering crack, and they were in.

The foyer alone took fifteen minutes. Dust-layered furniture was strewn about all around the entry hall, almost as if someone, or something, had torn through it years ago. Chairs and delicate, spindly tables lay on their sides all around, and a velvet loveseat had been flipped upside-down in front of the door at the end of the corridor, blocking the doorway to the living room. After searching through the chairs and under the carpeting, Sam dragged the couch aside so they could continue. After taking twenty more minutes to repeat this process in the living room, taking care to search all the furniture and even the crystal-studded chandelier hanging from the ceiling, the two brothers went through the door that led off to the right of the room. Pausing in the doorway, they found themselves facing a corridor with doors spaced along both walls, and a stairway at the back. "You check here, I'll get up there," said Dean automatically, pointing his flashlight beam at the staircase. He hurried down the hall and up the stairs, kicking up clouds of dust as he went, stopping on the upstairs landing. It wasn't much different up here – a corridor with doors on both sides. He counted seven doors in all; four on the left side, three on the right. Entering the first door on the left, Dean slowly let out a breath. The room had furniture scattered everywhere, just like the foyer; most of the furniture was splintered and broken, and only a single table remained upright. Of course he'd chosen to search up here, certain that the job would be at least a little easier than downstairs. I'll bet Sammy's having a great time searching down there, Dean thought to himself. Rolling his eyes, even though he knew no one could see it, Dean began to comb through the room; this was going to take a while.