-1Here is my new story. Hope you will like it. Everyone was so wonderful with my first attempt. This one is very different, so hopefully you won't be disappointed. Give it a try and let my know. Reviews and constructive criticism are always welcome. Hugs, Vonnie

Standard Disclaimer: The boys don't belong to me, never have and never will. But my dreams are mine and no one can take them away

It was early February and the icy wind gusting from the north made the air feel much colder than the 28 F the thermometer in front of the small motel indicated. If one could trust the weather forecast the wind chill factor was more like 10 F.

The early morning sun was still on the rise as Sam Winchester made his way back from the gas station and convenience store across the street. Knowing it was just a short walk he had not bothered with putting his coat on and was only wearing a sweatshirt. Now he regretted it, because the wind was blowing through his clothing and he was shivering from the cold.

The only thing warm were his hands, which held the two cups of coffee he was bringing back for their breakfast. The bag of donuts tucked underneath his right arm, he tried to open the door to the motel room with his left. Being unsuccessful, he set on of the cups on top of the other and pressed his chin down on to stabilize it and used the free hand to open the door. After entering he slammed it shut with his foot and set the cups and bag of pastries on the small table.

He could hear the sound of the shower from the bathroom. It was typical for his brother to pretend to be asleep and jump in the shower as soon as he left. Sam knew that the chances to get hot water any time soon were close to nothing. After all, the showers in their kind of hotels usually did not have an abundance of the warm liquid. He shook his head but could not really be angry because he had done the same thing to Dean on more than one occasion.

Still, it would have felt good to relax and let the steam take away some of the congestion he felt. He felt fine in the evening but woke up this morning with a mild headache and pressure in his sinuses. His throat was sore and scratchy and he felt the irritation in his lungs. Just the typical early signs of a cold.

Reclining on the bed and he relaxed and didn't realize he dozed off until he heard the bathroom door open. Dean had a towel wrapped around his waist and another one in his hand, drying his hair. Seeing his brother his eyes light up.

"Great, you brought coffee!"

He took one of the cups from the table and took a big gulp, just to grimace a moment later.

"Dude, cream and sugar with a little coffee, that's so girly."

"Sorry!"

Sam got up and exchanged the cup in his brother's hand with the one still on the table.

Dean took a sip and this time he let out a satisfied sigh.

"Much better, what else did you bring?"

"Fresh donuts and they are still warm."

Sam smiled, he knew this would be totally to his brothers liking. He watched as the other man took one of the pastries and bit into it with gusto. The smile on his face showed his enjoyment.

"Dude, I love small town Iowa, where else do you find gas stations with their own bakery?"

The younger brother continued to smile and decided not to answer that question. Instead, he took slow drinks from his own cut, letting the sweet warm liquid sooth his painful throat.

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After putting on his cloth, Dean was getting right down to business. They had come to Northeast Iowa for a hunt. After they arrived at the motel late last night, the older Winchester went out to gets take out from the 24 hour dinner down the road, while Sam. had began research on the area and their target, an abandoned farm house about 4 miles out of town.

Their friend Bobby started this hunt but at the last moment decided to help a close friend, who needed his assistance urgently. Knowing that time was of the essence, he had called on the brothers to take over for him. He had e-mailed them all of his research last night

"Okay, let's recap what we know." Dean started, "Bobby said the spirit of a farmer, James Marsfield, is haunting the place. "

"Yeah, he disappeared on February 1st that year, after finding his wife in bed with his brother. A week later on the 7th the brother died of a head injury. Funny thing was the wife said her brother in law went to bed that night and she found him the next morning still in bed with a fresh wound on the back of his head."

"Couldn't he have gotten up during the night, hurt himself, went back to bed and died later?"

Sam shook his head, "Not very likely, he was sleeping with his sister in law and she says she would have noticed if he left."

Now Dean grinned, "She openly admitted to sleeping with him shortly after her husband died?"

"It was pretty much known to everyone in town except the husband. I guess the guy was a wife beater and child abuser. Two of his children died at an early age of 'accidents' that were suspicious but nobody could ever proof otherwise. By the way, they never found any of his remains and the rumors are, the wife and brother killed and buried him in the basement."

"And no one looked there?"

"As I said, they didn't like him and I think the town was happy when he disappeared."

"So what happened to the wife?"

"That's the weird thing, she was found with her head bashed in three years later on the same date her husband disappeared! This and that several people died in the place since then is what makes Bobbie think it is an angry spirit. The one son that wasn't died by his father went to live with relatives and sold the land later. For some reason he kept the house but never came or rented it out. Now it turned into a hideout for teenagers. It is secluded and the structure is still solid even after all this time. "

Sam stopped for a moment to take a drink from his coffee before he went on, "The deaths only happen on the dates in between the farmer's disappearance and his brother's death. All of them died of head injuries but because people don't go there daily, there are sometimes years in between the deaths. That's why it seemed so random."

Dean stretched his legs out; he could feel the excitement of the upcoming hunt tingling in his bones.

"This must be why Bobbie called us, because after tonight he would have to wait another year to get rid of the spirit?"

"Yeah, tonight is the night, no one has ever been killed after February 7th." Sam confirmed, then added, "So how do you want to do this?"

"Go in, check out the basement, find the bastard and salt and burn his evil bones! Simple as that."

Sam looked at him doubtfully, things never really seemed simple for them but he knew his older brother usually prepared well for the hunts they went on. He trusted Dean with his life. Although, he had to admit, he had gained a lot of experience himself during the last fourteen months on the road.

Absently he rubbed his eyes, wishing the constant ache and pressure behind them would finally let up. He really needed to be at his best for tonight.

"Here, take this!"

He looked up and made out two tablets in the palm of brother's hand.

"What's that for?"

"Did you really think I wouldn't notice you getting a cold, Dude? They you are talking to Dr. Dean here, big brother and protector of Samantha Winchester." He cracked a crooked smile. "No seriously, I heard you wheeze and snort half the night. So take them, they are cold tablets we had left over from your last bout with the snots."

Although he tried to hide it, Sam was grateful his brother had noticed and he took the pills from him, swallowing them with the last of his coffee.

"Thanks, it's really not that bad, I will be better by tonight!"

"I know you will, because you will take a hot shower now and than go to bed. I'll get some food for lunch later. Just do what Dr. Dean orders and you will be just fine."

Sam grinned but followed his brother's orders without complaints. Even though Dean's protectiveness annoyed him sometimes, it usually felt pretty good to have him around.

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It was 8 PM when Dean finally woke his brother up. He did feed him lunch and two more cold tablets at noon before ordering him back to bed. Sam had initially protested that he felt much better and wasn't tired. But Dean insisted and watched his brother drift off again only 20 minutes later. What Sam didn't know was that the medication was actually nighttime cold medicine and Dean knew it would knock him out in no time.

Now it took Sam a moment to shake the drowsiness but he had to admit that his headache had disappeared. Feeling somewhat sweaty he decided to take a another shower before they left.

By the time he was dressed, Dean returned from the local diner with burgers and fries for both of them. After eating, they checked their weapons one more time and took off in the Impala.

Sam could feel Dean's eagerness almost like electricity in the air. It was always like that when they headed for a hunt. His brother lived for them and his excitement had the ability to take Sam with it. He had learned to like the tingling that came with the anticipation.

TBC

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