This story is written by Alterra and myself as a part of our alternate re-telling of Supernatural. (Episode 2 from the Fictional Second Season of Supernatural. Originally posted on The Faery Court.)

The sun shone brightly as the black Impala slowly rolled out of the garage. Dean had awoken before sunrise and had already been hard at work by the time Sam made his way into the garage.

Being a quick learner, Sam had figured out what tool was what, and with the, sometimes un-patient, teachings by Dean, he had actually been able to do his share of the job. His heart was filled with pride as the car was revealed in all her glory on Bobby's backyard.

Bobby came up to him, holding a steaming cup of coffee. "You did good, kid", he said with a smile.

"Yeah..." Sam grinned back, almost unable to take his eyes of the Impala. "She is a real beauty."

"Come on, Sammy!" Dean shouted from behind the wheel, making the engines sound as if the car was purring with anticipation. "Hop in. Let's take her for a spin."

Sam ran to the car and got in.

Dean gave him a wild eyed grin and pressed his foot against the gas, making the engine roar. They were off, leaving a trail of burnt rubber behind them.

It wasn't long until they had left Bobby's little junkyard behind and where driving down the winding roads that would eventually take them to the highway. One Metallica song after the other blasted from the speakers as Dean handled the car with expert ease.

"Are you happy, Dean?" Sam asked, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

"Right this minute?" Dean glanced at him then he smiled. "Yeah, I am."

Sam smiled back at him, and for once everything was alright in their world.

When they made their way back to Bobby's the sun had already started its slow decent.

Bobby came out as he heard them approaching, lifting a hand in greeting. "So?" He asked as Dean and Sam stepped out of the car.

"She purrs like a kitten", Dean replied with a wide grin.

"What are you boys going to do now?"

"There's a job waiting in Wisconsin."

Sam turned to his brother. "There is?" he asked.

"Yeah." Dean looked away, avoiding Sam's intense gaze. "I was waiting for dad to meet me by the place when he did his little disappearing act."

"So tell me about the job", Sam said, leaning against the hood of the car.

"Dude!" Dean exclaimed when he saw. "Get your butt off her!"

"Why?" Sam asked with a cheeky smile. "Are you going to kill me otherwise?"

"That is not funny, Sam." Dean glared at him

"Aw come on, bro", Sam retorted. "It was a little funny. Now tell me about Wisconsin."

"It's just a haunted house", Dean said with a shrug. "It has a nasty history but it shouldn't cause us any major problems. What do you say, Sammy, are you up for it?"

"Hell yeah!" Sam shot off excitedly. Dean winced purposely at his choice of words, bringing another laugh from Sam.

"You boys forgetting something?" Bobby drawled from the corner of the shop.

"What?"They said in unison.

"Ahhh, you both look like you need a week or two to heal some. Now don't tell me you aint still wounded", he hastened for the roll of eyes he received.

Sam tucked his casted arm behind his back. Dean puffed up his chest despite the pain in his ribs. Bobby shook his head unable to stop the smile curving his thick lips. "Jesus, you two are so much like your father"

The boys gave him a devil-may-care smile, taking it as a compliment.

"I think were fine. We'll heal on the go", Sam said as they started jacking the trunk full of their stuff.

Dean pulled the Colt 45 from its holster hidden in the trunk lining. He felt Bobby looking over his shoulder.

"I hope that last bullet finds its mark", he said thoughtfully as Dean froze, his eyes meeting Sam's.

"What?" Bobby noticed their hesitation as Sam turned slowly around."I used the last bullet on a demon in Mansion."

Bobby damn near bit his tongue. "What the hell were you thinking?" He hollered grabbing the colt from Dean's hand.

"Gee, I don't know Bobby, maybe save our lives, cause he was one nasty bastard that one!" Sam didn't realize he was yelling back until Dean laid a quieting hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry Bobby", he mumbled hooking his thumbs in his jeans pockets.

Bobby sighed turning the gun over in his hand. "Leave it with me and Ill try to figure out what makes it tick."

They both nodded as Bobby stepped forward pressing a wad of cash into Deans hand.

"No, Bobby…" Dean started, but he quickly shut him up squeezing his hand across the money pushing it towards him. "It's not mine, your father stashed a pretty good load over time and he knew who it was for."

"Thanks", Dean mumbled shoving the much needed cash into his pocket.

"Take good care, boys", Bobby said with a nod of his capped head. His eyes appeared a little misty as the boys waved getting into the car.

The black beauty rolled onto the dusty road thundering away to their next destination.

"You would be proud of those boys, John", he murmured as he took the colt inside.

~*~

"Tell me about the house", Sam said, leaning back in the seat, making himself comfortable.

Dean shrugged without taking his eyes of the road. "There is actually not much to tell. Dad send my out to French Landing in Kingsland, Wisconsin to investigate it. The house itself seems to go way back. Some believe it is even older than French Landing itself."

"What is it called?" Sam asked. "Maybe I've heard of it."

"It doesn't have a name", Dean replied, elegantly manoeuvring the big car between a old slow going tractor that tottered along at the right side of the road and a brand new Mercedes. The Mercedes driver honked his horn angrily, flipping them the finger.

"No name? That's strange", Sam commented.

Dean shrugged again. "The people I talked to just called it the Black House."

"Is it black?"

Dean glanced at him. "I just saw it from afar, but yeah, it looked like that to me."

"I'll see what I can find on the net", Sam said opening his laptop. "Is there anything else you can tell me to help to narrow down the search."

"It seems as if people disappear unusually often driving down the road that passes by it. Young men."

Sam turned to Dean. "Dad was going to use you as bait..."

Dean shrugged. "Yeah well, it wouldn't have been the first time."

"So..." Sam surmised. "French Landing in Kingsland Wisconsin, a haunted black house that is believed to have something to do with the disappearance of young men."

"Yup", came the reply

As Sam surfed the information highway, Dean put the car in a higher gear and pressed down the gass, leaving the other cars behind them. The road stretched out in front of him. He smiled and turned the stereo on, filling the car with music.