I first wrote this as a script and now I've given it a go as prose. Post AHBL Part 2

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Just as the door closed behind the young pair, the sign on the door was flipped around reading 'CLOSED' in big black letters. The pair walked away from the bar slowly while talking and laughing to each other in loud voices. They walked past the small paddocks where three horses were calmly grazing in the moonlight.

"So, are you coming back with me?" The young man asked the girl beside him. He had to hold her arm to keep her on her feet. Behind them a curtain was moved aside and a face peered out through the window of the bar.

"I told you, Danny. Dad will be expecting me." She answered him with a slight giggle. She dangled slightly into him as she spoke.

"Screw him. What are you? Sixteen?" The man said with irritation in his voice.

"No; but you know what he is like. He does not even want me to be out. I know it's ridiculous but…" She stopped in her tracks. She looked at the man who now lay on the ground beside her. His body was twitching violently, his eyes were rolling and his face was turning a pale blue. "Danny?" She threw herself down on the ground next to him and felt his face.

He was ice cold and lay completely still. She could feel no heart beat. She heard running footsteps behind her and a girl who worked in the bar came running out. She shouted back to the wooden building to call an ambulance. The girl from the bar stopped and looked towards the woodland close to where the body lay. She could see the great spire from the church towering up over the tree tops; looking down upon the victim.


Dean turned down the radio slightly as a knock was heard on the door. Sam let him know that it was him and Dean opened the door.

"Have we got any graveyards to visit tonight?" Dean said casually as he sat back down on the chair, turning off the radio.

"No; there is nothing at the moment." Sam answered, lowering his eyebrows slightly, but refrained from commenting when Dean put his feet onto the table beside him.

"Really? No mutilated bodies? No blood drained people? No unexplainable deaths? No dead people at all?" Dean said, not sure whether to be relieved or start to get bored.

"I admire how much you care for the dead." Sam said sarcastically. "Take a look yourself."

Sam threw the newspaper at Dean's feet, making Dean move them hastily. He looked at Sam with a sour expression on his face as he picked up the newspaper. He opened it and started to flick through. So many articles, but nothing useful; typical. Dean glanced at Sam and noticed that his brother had taken to look around their shabby motel room. Dean turned back to the newspaper and turned a page. Still nothing. This looked like it was going to be a long boring week.

"You are right." Dean said as he turned another page. "There's nothing."

"Hand me that will you?" Sam said as he stretched a hand towards the newspaper.

Dean shrugged and gave the newspaper back to Sam, who immediately turned to the front page.

"What?" He asked as Sam remained quiet, his eyes fixed on the newspaper.

"I think I missed something." Sam said, keeping his eyes on the paper.

"Really? Are you actually admitting to this, or…I'll be quiet." Dean added quietly, his smile of amusement fading from the glare Sam sent him over the top of the newspaper.

"Man dies outside bar." Sam had looked back to the newspaper and had started reading out snippets from the article. "Cause of death is currently unknown; suspected heart attack; investigation is ongoing."

"Heart attack, Sammy; that does not have to mean anything." Dean pointed out to his brother.

Sam did not look at his brother, but instead read on stubbornly from the article, "The man was in his early twenties and had never shown any signs of health issues."

"Okay, dude, you made your point." Dean said holding up his hands in defence. "Tell me this though…do you honestly think we have to do this?"

Thirty minutes later they were driving along a main road: Dean tapping his fingers lightly on the steering wheel, keeping in tow with the music; Sam doing research. Geek Boy, Dean thought happily as he stole a glance at his brother.

"Does it say anything about any…you know…ghostly, monster-like creatures?" Dean asked his brother hopefully.

"No." Sam said keeping his eyes on his laptop.

"No?" Dean repeated quietly to himself. "Does it say anything at all?"

"The name of the bar." Sam answered. "And that the girlfriend was there too."

"What's the name of the bar?" Dean asked absentmindedly. It came out wrong and he knew it. Sam would think that he only had one thought in mind, but that was not it; not it at all. He was simply trying to take an interest in the case to loosen Sam up a bit. His brother had been so tense the last couple of days. He didn't really know what had started it, but was beginning to worry that it was his fault…again.

"Spire's Ranch." Sam answered simply. Dean was quite taken aback but hid his surprise.

"Sounds a little bit…" He started.

"Strange?" Sam said, finishing Dean's sentence.

"Yeah."

They sat in silence for a while. Sam had abandoned his research for a while and was staring out of the windows at the trees and fields that were now passing them by. Dean was willing Sam to speak, but nothing came. He just sat there staring out of the window.

"Sammy, are you alright?" Dean asked the question that had been on his lips for the last couple of days.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Sam said casually as he continued to stare out of the window.

"Have I done something I have forgotten about?" Dean asked, trying to make it sound like a joke, but knew that there had been no humour in his voice.

"No, I'm just…I don't know…Forget about it." Sam finished as he stumbled over his words.

"No." Dean said defiantly. No way was his brother getting out of this one. He was very good at just wavering away the problems, burying deep inside himself.

"What?" Sam said, looking confused as he finally looked across at Dean.

"If there's something bothering you, I want to know." Dean pressed on. He could see it in Sam's eyes even before he answered, that he was not getting anywhere.

"I told you…forget about it." Sam said as he returned to stare out of the window.

He really was a hard nut to crack him Sam Winchester. Dean knew that he had always been stubborn and now was no different. He was not going to get anywhere with him by arguing. Reluctantly Dean turned his eyes to the road and let Sam be. Hopefully he would talk to him at some point. Dean did not want to make anything worse between them.

Instead of worrying about his brother, Dean tried to concentrate on the case. The first thought that had jumped into his mind was a reaper and he still had not dismissed that thought. He had decided long ago that his job had to be the freakiest job in the world.

The sky outside had grown dark and when Dean looked across at Sam he was sound asleep. He turned down the music slightly, thinking his brother probably needed his sleep, when he stirred. He looked confused for a moment before blinking a few times and rubbing his eyes. He sat up in his seat clearly trying to wake up.

"Where are we?" Sam asked, his voice showing that he was still not fully awake.

"Not quite sure." Dean admitted, but seeing the look on Sam's face he added quickly. "But I'm pretty sure we're going the right way."

"Comforting." Sam joked as he shifted his weight slightly in his seat. "How long have I been out for?"

"Dunno, a couple of hours, maybe." Dean said as he pushed his hands against the steering wheel to stretch his arms.

"Do you want me to drive for a while?" Sam suggested, noting the tired look in Dean's eyes.

"Nah…I've got it." Dean said as he settled himself in a more comfortable position.

"You thought more about the case?" Sam asked.

"Nothing else." Dean admitted as he had been plagued by what they were driving towards.

"You got a hunch on what it is?" Sam said. The sleep had done him some good; he was more like his old self, even though Dean could still here the tint of that unrecognisable tone that Sam used nowadays.

"Not really. I thought a reaper at first, but you would think there would have been more deaths than just this one."

"To be honest, I think there have been loads." Sam said suddenly. "I mean, when I looked deeper into this earlier, I found out that actually there have been loads of deaths, a bit like this one, over the years."

"What, heart attacks?" Dean asked, unsure of what Sam meant.

"Not necessarily. Some of them have just been closed off as being a freak accident." Sam said looking across at Dean.

"Dude, are you sure that there is actually something…supernatural here?" Dean asked uncertainly.

"Seems weird enough. Want to here why?" Sam teased.

"Go on then." Dean said expectantly.

"All of these deaths have been to people who are connected to the part of the town that is only in a couple of miles radius from the church." Sam said proudly.

"Yikes." Dean said.

"I know." Sam answered.

"Since we now have a vague idea that this is a job for us, who shall we pay a visit to first?" Dean asked, his eyes flicking from the road to Sam and back to the road.

"I would say, probably the girlfriend. I mean if she was there, then maybe she can tell us some more than just what's written in the newspapers." Sam suggested.

"Girlfriend it is then." Dean agreed as he pressed down a little harder on the accelerator and the car happily obliged.


First chapter out the way then.

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