I have to say a huge thank you to May Glenn, without her editing no one could understand what I wanna say.

It is a sibling fic, when you don't like them don't read it.

Also have a look at my other story "I'm Going To Die!"

Disclaimer: I don't own anything expect Maddy. I just borrowed the boys to make you all happy.

You can't always get what you want (You get what you need)

Walla Walla, Washington

"I don't get it. Since when do werewolves suck their victims bloodless? I mean normally werewolves aren't clean killers; their victims are covered in blood. Ripping out a heart is a frigging bloody task. What the hell is going on, college boy?" said Dean throwing the leather bound book back on the pile.

"I know, it looks like this man got attacked by a vampire and a werewolf. But I never heard of a hunting alliance between those two monsters. I mean, they are equally strong around the full moon but why do they fight together? That makes no sense." Sam sat surrounded by the crapload of old books with frightening pictures on the pages, looking at them knowing that they didn't have any answers.

"It was much easier to fight Lucifer; we knew at least what the hell he wanted, but this. This is frigging unpredictable. We've been stuck here for a month. I mean what the hell. This town is called Walla Walla. Who the hell comes up with a crackbrained name like that for a town? How can you seriously say 'the town so nice they named it twice' about your own town? A town called 'Place of many waters'—that all sucks. They don't even serve real beer here; all you get is this frigging wine. And I bet with all that frigging 'great water' you could make great beer or whiskey, why waste it for wine? And I would kill for a real slice of pie, not this frigging Sweet Onion pie. One fucking month, Sammy. And what the hell do we know? Nothing. Damn it, Sammy. Thirteen people died this month. We need help. Any ideas who to call? We need a vampire and werewolf expert. What about Chuck? Maybe he saw already what's going on here?"

Sam huffed and looked at his angry brother and thought, I should get him really some pie. If I never came back to him and left him in his boring apple pie life with Lisa and Ben then he wouldn't have to be in Walla Walla. But then he remembered how sad and incomplete Dean looked when he felt unwatched. I had to come back, show him that I wasn't stuck with Lucifer and Michael in the cage. How happy he was, but well not when I told him that he should stay with Lisa and I would go hunting alone. He looked like a five year old boy who begged to come with his big brother to play with the cool kids. How often I have looked like that at Dean? He is right, we are hunters, we are heroes, maybe not famous ones but we do help a lot and save as many people we can. I am glad we are stuck here in Walla Walla together.

What he said out loud was: "Dean, you know that since the apocalypse is over, Chuck doesn't know us anymore. And too bad that we don't have any Road House connections anymore and Bobby retired from hunting. We are on our own. Dude, keep reading, we need an answer. It is getting dark already."

Dean just wanted to say something rude to his brother, when a loud and panicked knock was heard at the door. With the holy water bottle in his hand Sam went to answer it, while Dean stood in the corner nearby with his chromed Colt 1911 in his right hand and the demon killing knife in his left hand.

"Who's there?" Sam shouted through the closed door. The apocalypse had finally made them more careful.

"Please open the door. I know you are Sam and Dean Winchester." Whispered a girl's scared voice on the other side of the door.

"Dude, open the door. She knows who we are. We shoot her and go back to the frigging job."

Sam looked at his brother, shocked. "We can't just shoot her Dean." He opened the door. "Who are you and how do you know who we are?"

"They know you are here and they know me and want me dead. Please let me inside." The girl looked over her shoulder in the rising night. Sam saw how scared she was and stepped out of the doorway so that she could enter the room.

"Dude, you really have a thing for chicks in danger," said Dean, shaking his head at his brother.

Sam told Dean with one look Dude, I am not you, so shut up.

"I know how it sounds, but I kind of know your dad John Winchester."

I hope you enjoyed it. I try to uplaod the next chapters soon.