This i my very first Fanfic, so please if you happen to read it i would LOVE to hear from you. When i was writing this it looked extremely long, until i uploaded it. So if people are interested in this story and don't think it sucks, then i promise the next chapter will be much longer. Also if you happen to read this and like it, i am going away next week so it will take a while to upload. Anyways hope you enjoy. Also i know i said there would be some injured boys in the summary, and i promise you there will. Mostly hurt Sam though, because i have it in for that boy but some hurt dean too. Okay all this assuming you like the story so please review :D

Disclaimer: Sadly they are not mine

The women watched with curiosity as the black impala drove past with AC/DC blaring out its windows, and turned down an alleyway in pursuit of the car and its occupants.

She smiled to herself at the prospect of this new adventure she had found herself in. "This is going to be fun," she said quietly as she turned the corner and observed two extremely gorgeous men as they exited their car that was parked out the front of the local motel.

"Room number 13" Dean told his brother as he began to get into the impala in order to drive up to their room.

"Sam" Dean frowned, when he noticed his brother wasn't moving. "What's wrong?" Dean turned his head to see what Sam was looking at, but he saw nothing but an empty alleyway. "Sam!" he said more insistently.

Sam suddenly realized that his brother was calling his name and reluctantly turned his head away from the empty alley. "What? Oh its nothing, just thought I saw someone watching us from that alleyway" Dean didn't fail to notice the way his brother's eyes kept darting back to the street.

"Dude I think you're getting a bit paranoid" He smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Bit me" Sam replied, glaring at his brother as he slid into the passenger seat of the impala, "Anyway, I'm not the one who sleeps with a knife under my pillow" he said with a smirk as he felt his brothers glare pierce him.

"I told you, that's me being cautious. If anything it's a sign of my infinite wisdom" He said. His brother had to hold in a laugh at that.

"Yeah, because you're the brains of the family" Sam said with a smirk.

"Hey, lets not forget who taught you to tie your shoes college boy" Dean said pointedly. He didn't miss the way his brother glanced nervously back at the alley across the street. I think the Sasquatch here needs to be cheered up, Dean thought gleefully to himself as he drove his precious impala towards their motel room.

The boys collected their duffel's from the boot and headed into their room. Sam immediately got out his laptop and booted it up, pulling out the information he had already collected on their latest case. "So what do we know about this case" Dean asked as he retrieved the rock salt from his duffel and began drawing the salt lines on the door and windows.

"Well so far there have been 4 deaths, house was locked and there were no sign of forced entry. All the victims were young couples and all of them died in different ways. The latest ones, Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds literally puked their guts out" Sam said in disbelief.

"Well that's sounds, delightful" Deans said, going over to his duffel bag again he retrieved some semi-clean clothes and headed into the bathroom. "Well I say we take a shower and then head over to the crime scene"

"Hey, make sure you leave me some hot water" He said, he was answered by Deans evil chuckle "Dean I mean it" he glared at the bathroom door as his brother turned the shower on.

"Dean!" Sam yelled as stepped into the shower and was instantly blasted by freezing cold water.

Dean laughed gleefully at his prank as he heard Sam discover what he had done.

Sam was shivering violently as he excited the bathroom, glaring daggers at his brother who was currently sitting on his bed and watching porn on the small hotel TV. Sam placed himself in front of the screen and forced his brother to look at him.

"Dean, what the hell man. You took all the hot water" Sam growled annoyed further by the smug look on his brother's face.

"Well you asked me to" He said, withholding a chuckle. He knew it wouldn't be a good idea to anger his brother further. At least it was evident his brilliant plan had worked; Sam was no longer thinking about the figure in the alley.

"No I didn't" Sam growled, "I distinctly remember me telling you NOT to use all the hot water"

"Its opposites day Sammy" Dean said with a smug grin plastered on his face, "That means you distinctly asked me NOT to leave you any hot water"

"What the hell Dean, since when was it opposites day" Sam said, he was getting fed up with his brother's pranks.

"Since you asked me to leave you some hot water," He said with a grin. "Anyway its almost 3, we should go have a look those crime scenes." Dean shuffled of his bed and proceeded in taking out his fake FBI badge, and then headed out the door patting his brothers shivering shoulder on his way past with a smirk.

"Jerk" Sam grumbled, as he grabbed his own badge and headed out the door.

"Bitch" Dean replied, smirking as his brother glared daggers into his back.

The boys pulled up outside 6 Tropmans Drive; they proceeded up the small garden path and ducked under the yellow tape.

The police officer looked at them in surprise as they flashed their badges. "Feds, I thought you guys had moved on from this case," He said, looking them up and down. He scratched the graying hair under his police hat, before putting a hand on his plump belly and rubbing it unconsciously.

"Yeah well, we were passing through and heard that new victims had shown up. So we thought we'd have a look at the crime scene" Dean said, smirking at the officer.

"Ok, well come on in" The officer said, shrugging before proceeding to lead the two young men down the small hallway and into the crime scene. Another officer beckoned him over to where he was taking notes. "Well, you gentlemen let me know if you need anything" He said before striding over towards his partner.

"I think chubby over there needs to lay off the donuts" Dean said nodding at the police officer.

"Dean" Sam said, nudging his brother before moving on to the living room. The room looked like someone had sprayed guts over the floor. "Well don't think they were kidding when they said they couple puked their guts out. Look at this place" He said surveying the room.

"Dude, this is cool, puking your guts out. I mean come on, as far as deaths go that's pretty cool," Dean said glancing around the room in fascination.

"Dean! Why the hell would you say that?" Sam said glaring at Dean to shut up, the officers across the room were looking at them funnily. They didn't want any trouble, they were still wanted by the police and it wouldn't do to have the cops alerted to their presence.

"Whatever, lets just take a look at the room and get out of here, this room is beginning to stink" Dean replied turning up his nose at the smell of decaying innards. Despite the death being cool, it sure did stink.

A half hour at the crime scene brought the boys little to no info into what or who might have caused the deaths. No sulfur no EMF and no hex bags, so Dean suggested they get something to eat.

While heading over to the local dinner, Sam noticed a figure out of the corner of his eye. "There it is again! Come on, I'm not going to let them slip by me again" He said changing directions and running towards the street where he had seen the figure disappear into. He ignored his brother's cries and trusted him to follow; there was something about this figure that stirred something inside him. He had to find out who it was.

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