Totally made up Arrowsmith. Because I can, I suppose.

XXX

"So, get this..."

Dean held up his hand to quiet his brother, the other gripping tightly to a cup of coffee. "No, Sammy, don't continue with another word of that sentence."

Sam turned his head to face his hungover brother. Dean was wearing his subdued grey-green gown, discoloured from spills and splotches from Chuck-knows-what. The ruffled-up mess of his hair and the purple bags under his eyes suggested exactly what happened the night before.

"Dean...what is going on?" Sam put the laptop screen down. Something was off about Dean, but then again, ever since Mary and Jack had disappeared through the portal to Apocalypse realm, he had not been dealing with mundane tasks in a relaxed demeanour.

They just managed to grasp their hands on the blood of a holy man, yet they still had a hell of a way to go to get the fruit from the Tree of Life, the Seal of Solomon and a grace from an archangel. It may have been a slight achievement, yet they had quite a way to go to completely cross the mountain.

"Nothin', I am fine." Dean grumbled into his mug. This was a giant lie, Sam knew it, Dean knew it; Sam knew that Dean knew it and vise versa, but in situations like these, Sam knew that he continually hit the same brick wall if he tried to chip away at Dean's thoughts.

"Alright then, we have a new case that popped up."

"Does it have something to do with helping Mom and Jack?" Dean interrupted.

"No..." Sam said.

"Then we will call another hunter to help them." Dean took a hug slip of his coffee before slamming it onto the table. He got up and turned on his heel to go back into the depths of the bunker.

Dean,as everyone knows, has a patience shorter than a Playboy Model's skirt. To him, the world does not matter, nor the other people in it. Only until his family could be rescued would the black and white of the dimension around him start to form shapes to his eye. Dean would be himself only when he would be distracted by something important.

"Dean, look," Sam followed him. "I know waiting is crap. I want to go out and find Mom and Jack too, but you have to be patient. Cas has already begun the search for the Fruit and soon we will get the rest from the British Men of Letters, but for now we must do what we always have done: hunt."

His brother stopped, shoulders relaxed and head bowed down. The dim glow emanating from his room from the half-closed door seemed so much more appealing than to face another day out in the real world, but life moves on, and so shall he.

"Alright then." He turned around to face Sam. Sam could see the useless weight of the mission he was holding on his back through his green eyes. "But if it means we have to deal with another bunch of rich-ass gangsters with words coming out the other side of their mouth, I am gone before you can say 'I will buy the pie.'"

XXX

Arrowsmith, Kansas

"Let me get this right: you are telling me that the people in this town are suddenly murdering each other because...love? Like the time Famine rolled into town, and people started to eat each other?"

The brothers were nearing towards a small town, no more than six hundred people at the most, a two hundred miles east of the bunker. It was practically a ghost town with still houses, quiet parks and one grey block of a building that had a giant sign saying 'Arrowsmith Elementary School'. For an elementary school, it had the same appeal of a prison courtyard.

"This time it is different. According to this article, in the space of a week, three couples were murdered in their own home, except for one woman, a Mrs Smith-Pearson, who barely survived the fight. She is currently unconscious in the nearest hospital which is in the next town."

"Anything else?" Dean asked as he turned his car into an abandoned parking lot by a strip mall. It was too eerie that there was not a single soul around. Not. Even. One.

"Nothing much I can get from the article, except that all of these couples were newly-engaged or married. No children, it seems."

Sam and his brother opened up their respective doors and allowed a few seconds of silence to settle around them. Dean was the first one to break the silence.

"Well, it could be a serial killer. Not our kind of job." Dean locked his car to walk over to Sam. "But I suppose it couldn't hurt to find out more about them. But first, we should find out if there is anyone here to help us. Abandoned houses are livelier then this place."

XXX

After ten minutes of wondering around, Sam and Dean found the source of the silence.

There were most of the locals were not at the streets because it was apparently the 'Annual Festival of Love'.

Every year, it seemed, that instead of traditionally celebrating Valentine's Day, like the rest of the normal, human world, the locals thought of a fun festival that lasted a week. Abandoning all of the Christian lore, they have taken to celebrate the trials of Psyche and her journey to find Cupid, or Eros. Each day of the week, they take part in fun little activities for partners to prove their love to each other, or in an older fashion way, trying to attract potential partners. Fortunately, they did not go as extreme as what Psyche had go through. Mainly it was finding flags in the woods, competing competitions and at the end of the week, a Love fair for everyone to enjoy, for the young single men and women to find love if they caught each other's eye.

This was explained to Sam and Dean through the animated gestures of the Town's Sheriff, John Anderson.

The brothers caught up to him on their way to the police station to get the full, proper story behind the murders, but instead they got one man about to leave on his week of break.

"Gentlemen, what can I do for you." The grinning man greeted the brothers.

"I am Detective Potter" Dean started as both him and his brother pulled out fake IDs, "and this is my partner, Detective Granger. We were sent to investigate the murders here."

Sheriff Anderson's face fell. He grabbed his coat quickly. "As much as they are important, my wife is waiting at home. This week is the Annual Festival of Love, don't you know."

"Sorry...what?" Sam held out his hand to stop the man from going further.

The Sheriff explained the above. He said that the murders could wait until tomorrow. It was not like they were going anywhere, but if the boys wanted to stay and do a full examine of the bodies, they may, but they had to lock up the place tight.

"Thank you, Sheriff." Dean said, shaking the man's hand. "But aren't you afraid of more criminals out there.

Anderson laughed. "Not even the hardest of souls dare to commit a crime this week." The twinkle in his eye made it sound less of a joke, and more of a threat. The way the man looked made the brothers feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Before Anderson exited the building, "Say, gentlemen, if you two do have some love waiting at home for you, I suggest you go to her. Tonight, is the one night it all matters." He gave them a wink before leaving.

XXX

Hello Bokkies!

It is great to finally get onto my first proper Spn fanfic. I hope you enjoy it