Chapter 1

"Man I don't know where the hell Cas has been." Dean groaned right as he took a bite of a heavy looking burger.

"I don't know either. But you know what I'm more curious about?" Sam responded, irritated with Dean for many reasons at the time. Dean looked up from his burger in question. Sam glared at him.

"Crowley."

Dean nodded in response.

"Oh I see you are still mad about that whole dealio with him." Dean put down his burger. "Hey Sammy lets not fight okay? Its family dinner!"

"I'm not trying to fight, I'm just saying that working with the DEVIL is a pretty bad idea. Also, you are the only one eating right now. Its not a family dinner."

"Yeah but I'm eating next to my family." Dean grinned with a mouth full of food. "Unless we're not family anymore still."

Sam got up and left the room, slamming the door behind him. Dean stared at the door, still taking in what just happened. Then he shrugged and finished his burger off.

After he had finished eating and thought about all the things that had happened while he was eating, he finally got up to confront Sam. To his own surprise, Sam was just outside the kitchen on his laptop, which of course was sitting on top a cluttered table.

"Hey Sammy."

"Hey"

"You doing research?"

"Yeah..." Dean sat down next to Sam. "What, you done stuffing your mouth now?"

"Hey that burger was the 2nd best burger i've ever had."

"You say that about every burger"

"So? Every burger is tastes good."

"You know, i'd be worried about your weight If I were you."

"Nah man i'm good, I love fries too much to stop a second to think about what i'm eating."

"Whatever. So, I found something you might want to check out."

"Throw it on me."

" Well, in a small town in Indiana there were 3 deaths that were similar and have yet to be solved. All three happened within a week's time. The victims were found stabbed in the face with broken beer bottles. None of them had any enemies as far as I know, the only trait they all shared was that they all had been known to have been "players""

"What get with a bunch of girls at the same time?"

"Basically, yeah. Maybe it was one of their ex's?"

"No enemies though."

"Should we go check it out?"

"Yeah sure why not."

Dean and Sam decided to split up in where they went to find evidence, Dean took the murder sights of the victims, and Sam went off to interview the people who knew the victims well.

Sam walked into the small kitchen and sat down awkwardly in the tiny chair. Of course the first victim's family had such a small cramped home. They were all well under 5 feet tall, what need do they have for regular furniture. Sam's legs had to be out to the side of the table, or else they'd be stuck underneath it. It was a tight squeeze he wasn't prepared to make. The mother sat on the other side of the table with a cup of tea.

"Would you like some?"

"No thank you. So what can you tell me about your son, Cole?"

"He was a brave young man, he really got along well with most people."

"Most?"

"He went through a lot of girlfriends. Some Ex girlfriends hated him."

"Do you think, that any of them could've been capable of these crimes?"

"No...Well maybe. This girl named Angie. She lives just down the road and is a bit...off."

"Alright, thank you Ms Quincy for your time."

Sam left the house and took a quick trip over to the neighbor's house. More Specificity Angie's house. He rang the door and a scream emerged from the house that panicked Sam.

Dean had seen all the crime scenes. There wasn't one bit of evidence. No hex bags, no fur/hair. Nothing. As if something poofed into the room and then out. Not even a broken door or finger print.

"Man this case is a bunch of garbage." Dean grumbled to himself as he left the last crime scene. A trio of cops were outside the building, and snickered when they saw Dean.

"He has got a beer belly coming on..." One of them pointed out. Dean walked over to them and laughed.

"Aha burn in hell." He started to walk again when they poked fun at him even more. 'Man why is this bugging me? To hell with them' he thought to himself.

Dean walked around the neighborhood while waiting for a call from Sam, updating him on what he found. He grinned when he saw a good looking woman texting while sitting on a lawn chair. He was about to approach her when he got a phone call.

"Yello?"

"Okay, I found this ex girlfriend of Cole, and you better come see this."

Dean drove up to the house while blasting some tasteless music. He opened his door and stepped out of his car while singing the lyrics loudly. Sam was waiting outside the house and shook his head when he heard Dean singing. Dean laughed a bit then walked up to where Sam was standing.

"Ready?"

"For anything, expect maybe goblins, freaky little things" Dean chuckled.

Sam opened the door to the house, and immediately the stench made Dean cringe. They both took big careful steps into the house and were surprised to see a young woman laying on the couch.

"Her?" Dean whispered to Sam

"She wasn't here earlier..." Sam shrugged and took his gun out.

"Hello boys." The woman chuckled. Sam shot her in the chest and she fell over dead.

Dean was shocked and happy at the same time.

"Okay then." Dean started for the car, but Sam stopped him.

"Wait Dean, its quiet, too quiet..." They were in silence and looked around for a moment.

"Never mind" They both had a quick laugh and sprinted to the car, driving quickly away so no one would see their faces.

It was about 3 am the next morning, and Dean had decided to take a nice hot shower. The last case they solved just turned out to be a clever revenge crazy killer, not a supernatural being. It was quick to end, as Sam didn't seem to care about why she did what she did.

The hot water was pleasing to Dean's sore and worn body. After he had finished scrubbing himself with soap and washed his hair he stepped out of the shower, even though he really wanted to stay in the warm water. He looked at himself in the mirror, first admiring his own looks but...there was a flaw. He was getting heavy? Suddenly those comments changed him, from day one of Bobby teasing him to the police officers.

He looked in the mirror and he was imperfect, he was heavy.

And thats where he decided to fix that.