Author's Note: Hey! I've been watching Supernatural for a month or two, and I'm in season three! Lol, yep, I'm way behind. I haven't wanted to write a fanfic on them for that very reason, but I decided "Screw That." Also, I know I already have a Doctor Who story going, but not a lot of people seem interested in it, so I think I'm going to end it where it is. If anyone objects, let me know.

This takes place right after Bedtime Stories, like, 4 days after, just because that's where I am in the series.

Disclaimer: If I owned Supernatural, that would be like a dream come true. However, I don't. Nor do I own Greenday. So. Don't sue me.

Prologue:

Then:

It was supposed to be a simple, clean cut salt'n'burn. Bobby phoned them not quite five hours ago, telling them about a haunted barn.

"You idjits listen for a moment, yeah? This case should be pretty cut and dry, but if it's not, ring me the second you notice anything not so typical about the haunting, ya hear?" Bobby had commanded them.

"Yessir,"said idjits complied, and like that, they were off.

Now:

"Sammy, where are we?"

"Just entered Little Rock, Arkansas. Where'd Bobby send us again?"

"Springdale. But I don't really get the point of this, ya know? We should be out there fighting demons."

"Come on Dean, just because we have more things to fight now doesn't mean we should stop fighting the usuals. That includes spirits. It's hurting people, Dean. We've got to do what we can to stop it.

"Yeah, yeah,"Dean said passively, though deep inside himself he still had the instinct to turn around and get his little brother as far away from the evil ghost as he could.

"Don't sweat it. It's just a simple salt'n'burn. Sammy's done some of them on his own, remember?Nothing bad's gonna happen."

So Dean took that thought's advice, and turned up the radio, which was blaring 'Jinx' by Greenday.

A couple hours later, they rolled into Springdale. Sam was napping when they got there, so Dean decided to be Anti-Polite, and he put in a CD (yes, he actually owned a few CDs. His entire music collection wasn't cassette tapes you know.) and turned the radio up to full volume. Oh yeah. Screamo was his name-o.

"Dean!"Sam roared, enfuriated, as he reached for the knob to turn the music off. Dean just laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

"Come on, you little wimp you," Dean grinned that toothy grin of his, and Sam tried to come off as annoyed, but ended up chuckling deeply.

"Whatever," Sam says. They got out of the car, and strolled into a dingy little brick building that said,

"Springdale Motel."(Me:I know, I'm hilariously creative.)

As they were walking towards the front desk, Dean noticed Sam rubbing his head slightly.

"You alright, bro?"Dean whispered because they were now only a few feet from the desk.

"Can you check in, I'm gonna go try to snap out of it?"Sam asked, knowing Dean's answers already.

"No problem,"he glanced at Sam again in time to see him running towards the bathroom. Then he noticed the Check In Lady looking at him expectantly. He eyeballed her up and down, then smirked a bit. "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"he grinned.

Author's Note:Sorry it's kinda short! And yes, the Sam being sick is actually part of the plot. It's not just torturing Sam for the sake of torturing Sam.

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