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A/N -- Hey I'm back with a new story, It took me really long to get this one up and running. I've been having crazy computer problems and it's really killing me, I lost the first chapter three times!!! I was just about ready to give it up, but I didn't so I hope you all like, I worked really hard on it. And as always tell me what you think!!!

It was hot, a hundred plus in the shade, of which there was about none. Unless he counted his Sasquatch brother's shadow, which he didn't.

They had been walking for hours and his feet were aching in his tight black boots. Dean was really starting to regret his choice of attire for the day. He sighed and wiped the sweat dripping from his brow for what seemed like the thousandth time in that minute, with an already soaked jacket sleeve. He admitted that wearing two shirts, a jacket and his favorite pair of jeans hadn't been the smartest thing.

Sam had woken him up with a bucket full of ice cubes poured onto his bare back. Not only had it been incredibly rude but it was before the sun was even up, and Dean Winchester did not wake before the sun, a morning person he was not. After the ice he just couldn't get warm, that and the fact that it was below zero out where they were going made Dean pile on the layers. While Sam just laughed as he pulled on a plain white t-shirt and his gray hodie.

The least the kid could have done was warn him, tell him to wear a little less clothing. Cause now he was literally sweating his ass off and while Sam joked and said no great loss it was getting too big anyway. Which of course earned him a slap to the back of the head from Dean, although it was half-hearted too hot to waste energy on it when he could just kick Sam's ass later.

"How much longer Sammy?" Dean asked swiping his forehead yet again.

"Just a couple miles over that dune and we should find the old prison." Sam nodded toward the thing that looked like a mountain to Dean.

"We've been walking forever Sam, I'm tired of this. You are so never picking a hunt again." He said not completely serious.

"Thats what you say whenever we have to do some extra work." Sam rolled his eyes at Dean.

"Yea, well extra work sucks."

"Since when have you been afraid of a little sweat?" Sam quipped as Dean was wiping his brow yet again.

Dean didn't reply choosing instead to take a long swig from his canteen, not liking the swishing that indicated an almost empty can. His feet were dragging leaving boot tracks behind him.

"Pick up your feet Dean, you might fall and I am so not carrying you." Sam scolded.

"I hate walking." Dean grumbled, under his breath but still loud enough for his brother to hear.

"Well we could have taken the car, but you didn't want to." The youngest gave Dean a sideways glare.

Dean stopped looking at his brother with wide-eyed horror "And scratch her up, I don't think so."

Sam turned around when Dean didn't start up again, "Then stop complaining!" He half yelled.

They continued on in silence, Dean throwing the occasional dirty look at his younger brother until they reached the top. Dean sat down hard in the packed sand and firmly told Sam that they were taking a break, while pulling out two power bars that he had pack for the trip. He threw one at his brother who deftly caught it with a mumbled thanks before he was silenced as the food was shoved in his mouth. Dean smiled, his brother always had an appetite.

The old prison was visible to the brothers now. It was obviously abandoned, the barbed wire fence surrounding it down in more then one places. There were bunches of metal boxes placed periodically around the building, Dean assumed they were hotboxes. Places where prisons with bad behavior were put, Dean shuddered he couldn't stand the heat right now so he could never imagine being in one of those things. He suddenly had a weird feeling come over him, but he just couldn't place it.

"Hey, you ready now man?" Sam asked, he was already standing. Dean hadn't even realized he got up, too lost in his own thoughts.

"Uh yea, sorry I was just thinking." Dean shook his head and stood.

"Hmm you really think you should be doing that?" Sam asked with a smirk.

"Ha ha. Have I ever told you how funny you are?" Dean asked sarcastically, he didn't let Sam answer. "Why are we even doing this anyway? We could just come later tonight, when it's cooler and take on these ghosties." Dean started walking down the mountain sized dune, waiting for Sam to pack up his bag and follow his brother down.

"You know why Dean. It just isn't the smartest thing for us to do, you know with our luck and all." Sam rolled his eyes toward his brother.

"Yea, I definitely know. I just hate the hotness." He purposefully used the wrong word, getting his brother away from the subject. They both knew the time the other was referring to, and Dean just didn't want to talk about it.

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August 1995, Montana Warehouse

"Dean you gotta have my back now OK?" Dean looked at his father, silently asking what he meant. Of course he had his back, he always did. But he didn't get an answer to the unasked question.

"Yea, I always do." Dean finally replied.

"Good boy. This spirit is nasty, its got no set killing pattern, but the bones are somewhere on the second floor. The recent demolition notice apparently made this thing very mad, so we gotta be careful." His dad explained quickly while handing Dean all the weapons he would need.

"Did you get a chance to check everything out today while I was at school?" He asked adding the cartridges to his sawed-off and shoving a handful of extras into his pockets.

"No, I didn't. All I was able to get was the blueprints, so we're going in partially blind. I don't even know where the most spiritual energy is, and it might take us a while to find the body so you gotta be on your game Dean." John said while they were walking toward the front entrance of the building.

"Dude I'm always on my game." Dean said with a smirk.

"I'm serious Dean, I can't have you getting hurt." John replied with a hand on his sons shoulder.

Dean sobered up quickly at his father's tone. "Yes sir" he replied.

"Good, lets go." They walked quickly and quietly to the chained front entrance. John pulled out his bolt cutters and snapped the chain with ease. They walked inside and looked around, John motioned toward the stairs indicating that they were to go up. Dean nodded following his father's lead. They made it to the second story without incident. John then pointed to the left Dean nodded and took the right.

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In retrospect they probably shouldn't have split up, the spirit was nasty and out for blood and Dean just wasn't ready for it. John had thought the bones were on the left the side he had chosen for himself, but he had been terribly wrong. Dean had spotted them across the way from him and quickly made his way over the catwalk. He only made it halfway before the spirit had attacked. Before the whole thing was done Dean had been thrown off and broke almost every bone in his leg and shattered his wrist. They never went into a hunt blind like that again if they could help it.

Dean hadn't even realized that they had reached the bottom until he almost knocked into Sam who had stopped short in front of him. They were standing in front of a broken down part of fencing, they wouldn't even have to use the wire cutters they brought.

"You ready?" Sam asked turning his head to look back at Dean.

"Born that way little brother." He smirked when Sam scoffed and turned his head back around.

"Then would you like to lead the way?" The younger hunter swept his arm in front of him waving the older man on.

"Why you scared?" Dean asked arrogantly, taking taking the lead despite his mocking tone.

Sam didn't bother to answer, so Dean just walked on over the broken fence careful not to trip over any of the broken links or the sharp wire at the end. He grabbed Sam's arm holding him up when he lost his balance on a link Dean had just maneuvered himself safely over.

"First day with your new feet there Sammy?" The older hunter laughed.

"Shut up and keep walking Dean." Sam snapped back without even looking at his brother.

The two hunters walked next to each other making their way toward the front gates of the old jail. It was being renovated so it could become a museum kind of like Alcatraz. Dean didn't really know why a small town had such a big prison, he also wasn't too clear on why they were making it a tourist attraction. Yea there was the obvious make money thing, but it was such a dark point in the towns history.

There had been four riots, three incidents where a guard went physco on one of the inmates and over a hundred cases where an innocent was imprisoned and consequently put to death. It was incredibly messed up, the inmates weren't even given fair trials just killed if the crime they were accused of was horrid enough. It was no wonder that there was a spirit haunting the place, probably more then one, they would have to do a mass cleansing. Those weren't fun.

Dean kicked in the door for no other reason then he didn't feel like picking any locks.

"Dude, must you really kick in every door?" Sam asked.

"Definitely, thats the way Rambo would do it man." Dean smirked, moving forward into the old building.

There wasn't much to look at, the renovations had obviously just started. Everything had been cleared out in preparation for painting and the addition of more updated, nicer things that would suit a tourist attraction better than a prison.

"Alright Sammy I'll take the second floor you look down here." Dean wasn't really afraid of splitting up for two reasons. One, it was daylight and the spooks usually waited till night to come out and play. Two, there were two stories but there was no place that either of them could stand that they wouldn't be able to see the other, so Dean felt it was pretty safe to split up.

It was to bad that the freaks never really liked to play by the rules. It only took Dean to get to the top of the stairs to realize, they never should have split up.

Okay, so thats chapter one, and as long as my computer doesn't start crapping out on me again the next one should be up in a reasonable amount of time.

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