Welcome to my first story!

I apologize in advance for all the mistakes I probably have made, but I am neither a native speaker nor do I have a Beta-Reader.

Unfortunately, I don't own Supernatural and I don't make money with it either.

Nis Puk - Chapter 1

A tickling in nose interrupted Sam's reading. Irritated, he looked up from the old book about the history of the town they were in, rubbing his nose. "Ha… haa… tchoo!" He couldn't prevent the sneeze from escaping.

"Bless you." his brother said absently.

"Thanks." he replied, glad that it was just one sneeze, probably from the dust that seemed to be everywhere. He really hoped, he wasn't getting sick.

They were sitting at an old, wooden table in the local library while their father was busy looking for signs of The Demon. It was by chance that they had become aware of the problem. They had been driving through this small town and had stopped at the diner for a late lunch where they had overheard the conversation of two local women.

Apparently, someone was pranking the families. They had talked about how they thought the children were doing it, conspiring against their parents and planning together, but the younger woman – and Dean had commented how hot she was – told the other that it had happened to her family as well and that it just wasn't possible because her children were too young.

"They are not even two yet. They can't leave their beds alone. How could they possibly knot all the shoe-laces together or get the peas from the cupboard to spoil them all over the kitchen?" she had said.

And the brothers had to agree. Therefore, they had stopped at the next motel a few minutes out of town and had spent the rest of the afternoon and this morning investigating. They had interviewed the affected families, four so far, had looked for clues and even EMF in the houses, but they had found nothing. Not that they had expected it to be a ghost, but one could never be too careful. They had discovered though that the creature or whatever it was changed houses about every two weeks and that there were no signs of a break-in, hence the thought the children were doing it though of course all of them denied it. They now knew as well which house was the first one to be targeted and Sam had the feeling it was important.

That was why they were now in the library, Dean searching for possible creatures that could have done it and Sam looking up the history of not only the first families house but the town as well and if there had happened something like this in the past.

He had already found out that the house had been built by a family many decades ago when they had fled from Germany to escape the Nazis. Apparently, they had owned the house ever since and the last member of that family, an old lady named Karin Neumann, had died four months ago. According to a newspaper article the deceased women had stipulated in her will that all of her possessions should be sold and the money should then go to an orphanage. While that family had lived in the house, nothing suspicious had ever been noted, so Sam didn't see how the current incidents could have a connection to them. Yet he couldn't shake the feeling that he had missed something.

He refocused on his text, trying to find anything about the land before it had been inhabited by the family.

A few hours later neither he nor Dean had found anything helpful, but Sam had sneezed a couple of times more. There seemed to be no reason for why this happened, no hints. Nothing like this had happened in this town, in fact nothing ever happened in this town until now and they had no explanation for it.

"Let's call it a day!"

Sam sighed but agreed. They wouldn't find anything unless they had more clues. They had already been searching for at least five hours and he was pretty tired. They packed their things and then left, going back to their motel.

"Hey, boys," their father greeted them when they entered their room, "Productive day?". He was sitting at the table, writing in his journal.

"No, we'll have to go back tomorrow and interview the families all over again. There has to be something we have overlooked." Dean looked annoyed at that. "And we should get another look at the house where it all started.", he added as an after-thought.

"Good. So what do you think about finding a bar and getting something to drink?" He closed his journal and stood up.

"Great idea, Dad. You coming, Sam?"

Of course Dean would be on board with that and normally Sam would join as well even though he'd take his computer with him to get some more work done, but today he wasn't feeling like it. Besides, this time Dean wouldn't be alone without him, which was the main reason Sam went with his brother, so that somebody had his back. "No thanks, I'm beat. Have fun!"

"You sure, Sammy?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Are you really, really sure, Sammy?" Dean smiled playfully and his eyes were twinkling.

"Yes Dean, I'm really, really sure. And it's Sam." He was a bit annoyed and rolled his eyes at Dean's antics, but he liked seeing Dean so happy and carefree that he had to laugh. A moment later he regretted it though because that ended in a coughing fit. When it stopped, Dean was by his side, holding him steady and asking, "Are you okay?". He wasn't smiling any longer. Now he sounded worried.

"It's fine, Dean. Just go already!" Sam wanted his brother to have fun. Dean shouldn't always think about Sam first, but that was just what he did. Sam was an adult now though and capable of taking care of his self.

"If you're sure…?"

"Dean!"

"I'm going, I'm going. Don't get your panties in a twist." The last sentence he muttered under his breath, halfway out of the door, but Sam heard it nonetheless.

And he did see the look John was giving him and knew that was his way of making sure Sam was alright before he left as well. It was just surprising he didn't say anything and had only watched their interaction. The door closed silently. Then Sam was alone.

Exhausted he went to his bed and let himself fall down. For a short moment he contemplated watching the TV, but then the possibility of uninterrupted sleep won out. He hadn't even realized he was so tired until now and being stuck in the old library with crappy air the whole afternoon had given him a headache that didn't help him feel better. So sleep sounded great actually. He would only have to move a bit, change his clothes and a short trip to the bathroom.

Grudgingly, he sat up and groaned as his headache spiked and then settled to a dull throbbing. He moved slowly to the bathroom, stumbling, since he almost couldn't keep his eyes open. As fast as he could he did his business and then shuffled back to his bed, changed and climbed under the covers. He was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow and didn't even stir when John and Dean came back.

A hand shaking his shoulder woke him the next morning. The sun was shining through the windows and Sam knew it had to be rather late already. He was relieved to find his headache gone, instead he noticed his stuffed nose. Though not painful, it really wasn't an improvement. He sat up and saw that either Dean or their dad had bought breakfast and coffee. He couldn't smell anything, but it looked pretty good. "Morning.", he greeted them and then realized that he couldn't see their father anywhere, just Dean standing at the side of his bed. He got up and started to get his things together for a shower.

"You too,", Dean replied. "So, you manage to stay awake a bit longer this time?"

Confused, he halted his movements. "What…?"

"You don't remember? We tried to wake you about an hour ago, but you would only turn and sleep on."

"Sorry, thought that was a drea… hatchoo!"

He hurried to the bathroom to get some paper. Then he took a pleasantly hot shower and after dressing himself in his suit, since he had seen Dean wearing one as well, he rejoined his family. Sitting down at the table, he saw that Dean and their father had already eaten, but that was hardly surprising considering it was almost half past nine. On a normal day they usually rose between seven and eight, half past eight at the latest, to do whatever they had to do that day. Only if they had had a hunt the night before they allowed themselves to sleep in.

"What's the plan? Where is Dad?" he asked and began to dig in. He was rather hungry since he didn't have dinner last night.

Dean joined him at the table. "Well, you and me, we have to interview those families and check out the house again, see if we can find anything we missed the last time and then we'll meet up with Dad for lunch. After that probably another boring afternoon in the library. And Dad already left, said he may have a lead he wanted to look into."

Sam nodded his consent. When he was finished with eating, they swiftly packed the necessary things and then left the room as well.

Once they were in the car, Sam asked, "So, where do we start? The families or the house?"

"I propose we start with the house as that is where the first affected family lives as well. And then we should go and interview the others chronologically. Maybe it helps us get a better understanding how that thing thinks."

"Yeah, okay. Let's go!" That sounded reasonable. That way they could follow the object's or creature's steps exactly as it had made them which would, with a bit of luck, give them an idea of what it was. After all, it could be anything.