Chapter 1- The Call

"Saaaaaaaam!" Dean shouted running from room to room across the bunker. "Saaaaaam! Get your lanky ass out here right now!" He finally found Sam sitting at one of the long wooden tables scrolling through his laptop looking for a case no doubt.

"What the hell has gotten you so worked -hey?!" Dean all but pushed Sammy out of his chair trying to scoot him over, with sheer ass power alone, to get to his laptop. "Come on what the hell man?"

Dean seemed to find what he was looking for, clicked a link, and turned quickly to Sam. "Sam I ask you this: where is the best, most fun filled, happiest, and downright cheerful place on God's green earth?" Dean quirked his eyebrow waiting for what he thought was an obvious answer.

"Uhhh I don't know man, Disneyland I guess?" Sam replied. This answer was met with a swift, but hard, punch to the shoulder. "Owww! What the hell man?"

Dean glared into Sam's eyes, "Once I tell you where it is that we are going you will come to understand that you just spoke blasphemy and beg me to hit you harder for extra punishment my friend."

"Dean I have no idea what you're going on about..." Sam trailed off as Dean side stepped away from the laptop and good Ole Dolly Parton was staring back at him. "Oh gosh, you can't be serious." Sam started to rub at his face in agitation, "please tell me there's something serious actually happening there and this isn't just some dumb ploy of yours to take a day off and act like an idiot in Tennessee?"

Dean gave Sam's arm another swift and even harder punch. "Bitch, do you know who I just got off the phone with?" Dean pointed behind him to the laptop "none other than little miss southern belle queen of the south herself!"

"Dean we should really - wait. Dolly Parton called you? How does she even know who we are?"

"Apparently dad did her a favor back in the day when she had some employees go missing. She didn't really entail what all happened just that dad helped her out of a freaky sticky situation and she needs that help again."

Dean's smile was so big Sam thought his face might crack open at any second. "So she might have a witch working for her doing a spell here and there or something shouldn't we be focusing on all the crazy happenings on our lap right now?" Sam saw Deans face fall for a millisecond before a finger was leveled in his face.

"You listen here now little brother, we've gone through some shit, we grew up going through shit and next week we will wake up starting some fresh shit. I need this" he pointed between the two of them "we, Sammy, need this." Dean had placed his hands on the arm rests of Sam's chair and was practically gazing into his soul trying to instill some passion through his wide hopeful eyes.

"Dean, why do you need this so bad? Since when do we take days off?" Sam said exasperated.

"Sammy it's not a day off! And if we don't help poor Dolly than who will? It'll just be a day or two, we'll go in, stomp some asses, take names, and if we have time get a little funnel cake. Not to mention get the undying gratitude of Mrs. Dolly herself."

Sam looked at Dean for a moment and knew that if he didn't agree to this right here and right now Dean would follow him around for God knows how long, bugging him until he gave in. "Fine, whatever we'll go, but if we don't figure it out in a day or two we'll hook her up with a different hunter to settle her issues so we can get back to our, more important than a dumb theme park issues at hand. Deal?"

Dean did a weird little jump kick maneuver while clapping his hands together, "that a boy Sammy!" and then he quickly slapped Sam across the face. "And that was for calling the greatest place on earth a dumb amusement park." Dean started to walk away practically bouncing with excitement, "pack your bags Sammy! We leave first thing in the morning!"

Sam stared after Dean and just shook his head, why oh why did it have to be Dollywood?

****A/N I've never written much of anything before so I really hope you guys like this! If so I'll definitely continue it to the best of my ability. Constructive criticism is certainly welcome! Thanks****

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