Okay... First of all, hello everyone :) This is Tari here, and this is my first Supernatural fanfic, although I have been writing for quite a while. Well... Supernatural is kind of new to me, anyway :)

This idea was going on through my head with different versions for quite a while, but finally, I decided to write this down. I hope you guys will like it. This first chapter is rather quick, but it's only a prologue, and I'm gonna update the first part quickly, as it is also written.

Anyway, please read and review, comments and criticisms are equally welcome. Just please keep in mind this is my first story here :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, unfortunately. I own a few characters which will come up later, though.

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Something just didn't feel right.

It felt like there was a rippling in the air tonight, some disturbance, that made hair rise on Sam's nape. For someone that has been dealing with the supernatural stuff for... how many years now? He lost count, really. This thing was absurdly unusual even for him.

'Do you feel that?' he asked Dean, who was walking in front of him.

'Feel what?' Dean asked, half turning his head towards him, but his eyes still intently searching everywhere.

'I... I don't know, man, like... Kind of like... we shouldn't be here? Like we should be somewhere else?'

'Yeah, I feel like we should be at a strip club, watching some hot chicks,' Dean said with his trademark cocky smirk. 'But nah, the poor bastards we are, we have to be stuck here chasing after some phantom.'

'I don't think it's phantom activity, really, the EMF doesn't pick anything,' Sam said at once, snapping into professional business mode. 'I think it's a monster that can turn invisible at will...'

'Yeah, whatever it is,' Dean said, raising the hunter knife he was holding. 'It is not going to be spared by this baby.'

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, amused. Somehow, Dean could stay unaffectedby whichever situation they were about to face, not even afraid for a second, be it hunting a ghost or dealing with demons. He, on the other hand, was feeling increasingly nervous, and that feeling had nothing to do with the thing they look for now.

'I mean, don't you feel there is this... weird presence...'

'Yeah, which would be our monster,' his brother said, and by the tone of his voice, Sam could say that he just rolled his eyes. 'Or is it your psychic feeling that kicks in or something?'

'Come on, Dean, it wouldn't kill you to be serious for once.'

'I am serious,' Dean said defiantly. 'I mean, come on, Sammy...'

'Sam.'

'This is our first 'piece-of-cake' job after what's with the demons and angels, so let's just get it over with, get back to the motel, have a beer and enjoy it while we can...'

There was nothing suspicious in Dean's voice, no slowing, no signs of getting tired.

So it stunned Sam motionless when suddenly Dean collapsed on the floor, just like that.

'Dean!' he yelled and ran up to him, kneeling beside him. He checked for a pulse while looking frantically around, trying to locate a source for attack, his heart racing wildly.

The place was eerily quiet, it felt like time had stopped. No sign that a single creature existed here - or all the creatures were waiting for something to happen, holding their breath.

But nothing seemed wrong with his brother, much to his relief. His heart rate was pretty normal, he was breathing was regular. There was no sign of an attack whatsoever, and if Sam didn't know better, he could tell that Dean was sleeping.

He wondered if whatever happened, of which he had absolutely no idea, will wear off in a manner of seconds, and if they should continue to hunt after that or not. But maybe it would be better if they took the time off for today.

'Dean...' he mumbled and shook him on the shoulders slightly for an unsuccessive attempt to wake him up. Giving up, he lifted him gently and put his brother's arm over his shoulder, supporting him back to Impala.