A/N: So, this popped into my head while I was on the way home from Disney World today. Yeah, you heard right, Disney World. There was a Mickey and Friends short playing about ghost hunting, and this popped into my head. I kind of see this as being set somewhere in the middle of season 3. Enjoy my first Supernatural fanfiction!

Disclaimer: Do not own

Dean closed his eyes. No case, no worries... On some level, he knew that it meant a bigger storm was brewing, but for now, he was reveling in his brief vacation. They just wrapped up their last case five days ago, and the supernatural world seemed to be taking a nap. No demonic omens, no mysterious deaths...So this is what it's like to have a normal life, Dean mused. He could see why Sam had been so desperate to have one. He was just about to drift off. A few more seconds, and he would be in the dream world... Until Sam threw himself down next to him with the laptop in tow.

"Think I found a new case." He pulled up a news website from Nowheresville, Oklahoma. Dean slowly opened his eyes.

"Fan-freaking-tastic. What is it?"

"Guthrie, Oklahoma. The usual. Kids go into a haunted house, never come out."

Dean swung his legs over the edge of the bed. "All right, then. Vacation's over."

Sam ran to the nearest store to restock on salt and snacks while Dean, for once, did research. He lost the game of rock, paper, scissors. When Sam came back, Dean looked up from the laptop.

"So, fun facts. Guthrie, pretty small town, exactly 66.6 miles from the nearest large city, Prague."

"That's probably just a coincidence, Dean."

"Are there ever coincidences in our line of work?"

"I suppose not... I guess we could look into Prague while—"

"Not to mention…" Dean looked up from the laptop, an expression of manic joy on his face. Sam wasn't sure if this was a good sign or a bad sign.

"What is it?"

"Prague has a kolache festival," Dean stated with a broad grin.

"Dude, do you even know what kolaches are?"

"Well... They're like little pies, aren't they?"

Sam shook his head. "They're a Polish pastry."

"So, a mini pie."

"Sure, Dean. Mini pies," Sam conceded with a condescending grin. "So you don't want to look into Prague because of a suspicious distance. You want to look into "mini pies.""

"Umm… Yeah, pretty much.

"Speaking of pies, did you remember the pie this time?"

"I think we better go. This case is a couple days' drive, and if you want to make it in time for the kolache festival—"

"You forgot the pie, didn't you?"

"They were out of pie. And I didn't want to get the face you gave me when I brought back cake instead."

"What face?"

"That face," Sam said, gesturing to his brother's face. Dean went into the bathroom to look in the mirror, and then turned back to Sam.

"That's my normal face!"

"No, that's your "you've just kicked my metaphorical puppy" face. There's a difference."

"I ask you for one thing, Sammy..."

Sam chuckled. "Yeah, and they were out of it. Come on, let's get going."

Dean sighed lightly and snapped the laptop shut before following Sam to the car. About ten hours later, a little over a quarter of the way to Guthrie, Dean pulled through McDonald's for an apple pie bar because "fake pie is better than no pie, and, since his brother can never seem to remember, he had to get his own." Sam just sighed and told him to order a burger while he was at it.

Two hours later, Dean turned the radio all the way up. Asia was playing. He looked at Sam with a wry grin when the younger man turned the volume to near silence.

"Come on, Sammy. You love Asia, and you know it."

"No, I don't, and no, I don't."

"Well, someone has his panties in a twist."

"I just think it's been a little too quiet. I mean, hell opens up, lets all kind of craptastic monsters out, and then we have nothing for a week. Isn't that a little suspicious to you?"

"Just enjoy the fact that it is quiet. There's nothing we can do, short of snatching a demon and asking him why he's not destroying every living thing that comes his way."

"Even the demons seem to have cleared out, though. There haven't even been any omens."

"And thank God for that. Jut focus on this case. Nice little ghosty mess to clean up, get your mind off hell."

"I'm just worried it's the calm before the storm." Sam grimaced before burrowing into his seat.

"Just be glad the storm isn't here yet, eh?" Dean decided against letting his little brother know he was just as worried.

Sam nodded and reclined the seat a little.

"What, taking a nap already?"

"It's either that or listen to Asia for the next twenty-eight hours."

Dean smirked and turned the volume back up. "Just me and you, baby," he said to the impala and pushed the speed up to eighty.