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It was late morning, the brothers have just stopped for some gas at a petrol station in the middle of nowhere, when Dean picked up a newspaper and found an interesting "missing person" article.

'Hey Sam, check this out…' Dean called over to Sam to take a look at the newspaper he's reading.

'Hmm' Sam looked at the newspaper over Dean's shoulder.

'You remember her?' Dean pointed at a picture on the bottom left hand-side corner of the newspaper, next to it there's a short article.

'Yeah… I think so… Didn't you date her…' Sam started.

'Her name's Sara Gardener, I went to high school with her, she was one of my best friends.' Dean cuts to the chase, ignoring Sam's little comment. '2 years ago she moved out to Boston, she's been reported missing, she went back to our hometown last week for the weekend, no one's seen her since then, police have closed the case, they couldn't find anything, not even a dot.'

'You're suggesting this might relate to where dad is? As usual?' Sam said slyly.

'Well, actually no, I just thought maybe we should take a look, it says here her car was stranded in the woods near that old empty cottage we used to think was haunted. Authorities couldn't find any clues or traces whatsoever.' Dean said. 'And, she's a good friend of mine.' He blushed, 'Besides, I don't really think Dad is anywhere near home.'

'So I guess we're going home then?' Sam confirmed.

'You guessed right little brother…' Dean shoved the newspaper into Sam's chest. 'Let's roll.' He added before getting into his car.

It wasn't long before they reached their hometown. Okay, it was long, it was late evening when they entered town.

'So, have any idea where we're going to stay?' Sam said as they strolled around town.

'Remember our old friend Brian Evans?' Dean said as he made a turn to the left.

'Oh, no no no, man, no way, that guy is too stoned and drunk for the good of man-kind…' Sam said, putting his hands up. 'No way man, no way in hell we're staying there."

'Yes way, he's the only person I know who still lives here.' Dean said gleefully, knowing his brother's resentment.

'Oh come on, isn't there like a motel around here?' Sam negotiated. 'Or, why can't we just crash in the car?'

'Ummm, no.' Dean said and grinned slyly. 'It'll only be for a little while. And to answer your stupid suggestions, there aren't any motels around here, and there's no way in hell we're crashing in the car.'

'Why not?' Sam asked.

'Well, your welcome to do so on your own.' Dean drove the car into a driveway, which belonged to a big white mansion. 'Because I certainly don't want a sore back tomorrow.' He then stopped the car and turned the engine off. 'So, you coming little brother?' He grinned before stepping out of the car and slamming the door closed behind him.

Sam rolled his eyes and followed Dean out of the car.

Dean was already stepping onto the mansion's front porch.

'Look, Dean, are you sure about this?' Sam joined Dean on the porch.

'Yeah.' Dean said before knocking on the big door a couple of times.

Finally after almost a minute, someone answered the door.

'Dean Winchester…" Brian Evans said as soon as the door was flung open.

'Brian…' Dean smiled.

'Hey man, how are you?' Brian asked Dean, giving him a hug.

'I'm okay, yourself?' Dean answered.

'I'm great, come on in.' Brian lets Dean and Sam in. 'Well Sam, what a surprise.' Brian gave Sam a sarcastic smile.

Sam didn't say anything.

'Wow, this place hasn't changed a bit.' Dean said.

'No, it hasn't at all…' Brian caught up with Dean and continued walking with him, leaving Sam a little behind.

Brian had always been rich. His parents were successful authors, so was his grandfather. He had pale skin, unkempt shoulder length black hair, a long smoothly shaved face, a floaty voice (from his almost non-stop alcohol consumption) and has only worn the colours black and white all his life.

Brian took them to his massive living room, and seated them down.

'Hey, Marion! Bring us some…?' Brian called to his girlfriend as he gave Dean a look as if saying, "what would you like to drink?"

'I don't know, whatever.' Dean shook his head.

'Vodka!' Brian yelled to Marion, then smiled at Dean.

'Still going with Marion?' Dean chuckled.

'Yeah, it has been a long time hasn't it?' Brian said. 'It's a good thing though isn't it? Commitment, it means the two of us are committed people.'

'Yeah, definitely' Dean said.

Sam rolled his eyes again.

'So tell me, what brought the two of you all the way back here? Why come back so suddenly? What is wrong?' Brian asked them, still smiling, looking VERY stoned.

Boy, this guy's a big time freak… Dean thought. 'Well, we just thought we'll reminisce a little, you know, remember the good old days.' Dean chuckled pathetically.

'Ahhh, yes… good old days…' Brian agreed, still smiling.

'Well, we were wondering, if we could possibly crash here for a few days,' Dean requested, 'only if it's no trouble.' He added.

'Of course it's no trouble… You're welcome anytime…' Brian obliged to their request, still smiling.

Then a female around about their age joined them, carrying 4 bottles of Vodka.

'Dean, Sam, how nice to see you two…' Marion stumbled as she handed them their drinks before seating herself next to Brian.

'Honey, they're going to crash here for a few days…' Brian informed Marion.

'Only if it's okay with you, Marion.' Dean smiled.

'Of course it's okay with me, don't be silly, we love company, this place is way too big for two people…' She said, sounding as floaty as Brian.

Brian then whispered something to Marion that made her giggle helplessly.

'Hey Dean, Sam, come on, I'll show you to your room, you don't mind sharing do you?' Brian said.

'No, not at all.' Dean said.

'Well come on, cause Marion and I are going to crash, we're soooo tired…' Brian chuckled.

Him and Marion took Dean and Sam to one of the many downstairs bedrooms.

'Well, enjoy yourselves, we'll see you tomorrow.' Marion blew them a kiss before she walked out of the room to got to her own room with Brian.

'Man, those two are so high.' Sam sighed, then chuckled 'weirdos…'

'Yeah, weirdos, definitely…' Dean agreed.

'You're sleeping on the couch, I'm not sharing a bed with you.' Sam said, jumping on the one and only bed in the room.

'Aww come on…' Dean whined.

'Hey, you got your wish, we came to this drunken house, now you can sleep on that couch.' Sam grinned.

'Fine.' Dean retreated. 'I didn't want the bed anyway, god knows what Brian and Marion's done on it…' He grinned.

Dean's comment made Sam shudder.

'Shut up, you're just jealous.' Sam said grumpily.

After a short argument about the bed, the Winchester brothers fell asleep.

WOOOO! I'm quite satisfied with this… hope you enjoyed it, next chapter should be up soon :D your feedback's always very welcome :D:D:D