Okay... bro handed me this bunny that I could not resist! So... I'm starting it and really.. closing in on the end too so hope I'll be able to update it soon... Please leve me some reviews cuz I need em.. good as bad... and remember... I'm not english so some things might not be perfect!

Thanks to Intra and Sifi who are beta'ing this! You guys ROCK

The title of it might change btw

Cursed by Angels and Demons

Chapter 1

"Doooooo it"

Dean was walking from the living room into the hallway of the old and abandoned house. Sam was at the other end of the hallway checking out some of the other rooms.

"Come on… doooo it!" The one voice had become more dominant than the other and Dean was having a hard time focusing on the job instead of letting his mind be affected by the thing.

"Come on… doooo it"

Dean backed into the living room again and went over to one of the two tables standing on the floor covered in dust. He picked up a baseball bat some punks most lightly had forgotten once. He took a few swings at the air.

"Dean… Are you coming or what?" Sam's voice sounded far away as he shouted from the other side of the house.

"Yeah… Be right there." Dean let the bat hit his left hand a few times before stepped out in to the hallway and mover towards Sam.

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Earlier

"Dean… you know it wouldn't kill you do give me a hand!" Sam pushed the shovel hard into the dirt as he stood in a hole big enough to fit a man.

Dean glanced over the cemetery with coffee in his right hand leaning on a shovel with his left arm relaxing over the handlebar. "Dude… I always have to dig up these graves alone when you're off doing the geeky stuff".

"Yeah…Like you would ever switch spending hours in the library doing research!" Sam stopped the shoveling and gave his older brother a displeased look.

"Hey... don't try those puppy eyes on me…" Dean smirked. "… and you lost paper rock scissors anyway so I'm not going to help you!"

Sam grinned as he lifted the shovel once more now finally hitting what could only be the casket off the magicianKamitaro

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"So this is how he did all his tricks!" Dean had dusted off an ancient spell book. His face looked like a kid who just learned the fact that Santa isn't real.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked looking curiously over at Dean who almost seemed to have some sentimental connection with this book.

Dean smiled. "You know, I used to love this magician as a kid?"

"Really?" Sam looked surprised. "Thought you hated those con-artists?"

"I do… But this guy was awesome... Or… well at first he sucked… out loud even… Then somehow he became really good and no one ever figured out how he managed to pull off some of his stuff… well… at least until now I guess." Dean looked down at the grey book

"I remember dad let me stay up one night… you know… before mom… you know… and Kamitaro was on this show doing lots of cool stuff, and I remember wishing I could be just like him. Then mom came and made me go to bed!" Dean grinned happily remembering one of the few good moments he had before his family got torn apart, as he blew the dust off the cover and opened the book. As Dean breathed in he started to cough as if something was choking him.

"You okay?" Sam asked looking worried.

Dean coughed a few more times before taking a few deep breaths and got his natural color back in his face. "Yeah… just got some air down the wrong tube or something"

Sam laughed and gave his older brother a smack in the back of his head.

Dean looked up at Sam who was still leaning over him trying to get a glimpse of what kind of weird spells Kamitaro had in this book. Dean turned his head giving Sam and evil eye. "Dude, you got no idea what you just started," he turned his head back with a wicked grin.

"So this magician…" Sam started trying to get Dean's mind off how to revenge that smack.

"Was the real deal…? Yeah… Apparently he went from being a crappy illusionist to doing the real stuff instead" Dean turned another page in the book.

Sam looked up from the book, "Why are we going to salt and burn his remains anyway?" Sam asked realizing that they really hadn't done any research on this guy.

"Dad asked if we could… Let's see… Man dies… Becomes evil spirit… does fatal "tricks" on humans… Is that a good enough reason for yah?" Dean grinned again. "And you are supposed to the smart one." He shook his head while laughing

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Dean lit a match and threw it down at the remains of what used to be one of his childhood idols.

"Didn't that seem a bit too easy?"

"Yeah… it actually did." Dean answered.

"Huh?" Sam looked up at Dean. "Did you say something?"

"Yeah… I said that it did" Dean looked up from the burning grave and over at Sam.

"Did what?" Sam didn't understand what the hell his brother was rambling about.

"A bit too easy… you freakin asked me man?"

Sam stood there looking at Dean with a huge question mark on his face.

"Sam… Are you becoming senile or something?"

"It's true… He really didn't ask you"

"What do you mean he didn't ask me?" It took a few seconds before Dean realized he was talking to something else.

"What the hell?"He and Sam said simultaneously:

"Dean… What is going on?" Sam asked looking at his older brother's disturbed face.

"I'm not sure…" Dean looked around the cemetery. "I think I might be hearing voices?" He whispered.

"Dude… I'm right here you freak!"

Sam looked at his brother as Dean turned his head slowly to the right, then freaked out like a kid with a spider on it's shoulder which caused him to panic and try to brush it off then cause him to fall right on his butt.

"First of all… really… Do you think you can just brush me off…? I'm not even really here…. Second of all… nice balance demon hunter" The little thing that sat on Dean's right shoulder laughed a wicked laugh before it disappeared.

"Dean…?" Sam laughed. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Did you see that?" Dean who was still lying on the ground besides Kamitaro's grave was looking frantically around himself as if he was searching for something.

"See what Dean?"

"That freakin' little devilish… thing?" Dean's voice calmed down a bit, as he got up and brushed off the dirt on his clothes.

"Where?"

"Right there…" Dean pointed at his right shoulder.

"Are you kidding me Dean… a little devil on your shoulder…? Is this like the time with the Leprechaun?" Sam didn't see anything unusual and was beginning to think that his brother had lost his mind… again…Sam giggled.

"No! It's not like that time… and that was real! I'm freakin' dead serious Sam! Something with this burning must have gone wrong… or we missed something… this is really not good!"

"You're serious?" Sam tilted his head to the side.

"Yes… what are you… deaf?" Dean was getting irritated, he hated when Sam questioned him on things like this. Just because strange things happened to him and Sam didn't see it didn't mean he was losing his mind.

Sam looked at Dean. "Soo…" He hesitated before he asked his next question. "Is it there now?"

Dean looked over at his shoulder to double check. "No… not now. But we sure as hell need to know why it was there, and how to get rid of it!"

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Sam was at the end of the hallway looking at the stairs that led up to the second floor. He had gone through all of the rooms downstairs with no luck finding the room. Where the hell did Dean go…? I swear if we don't get rid of these things soon… He stopped his train of though… Ok... So not going there… He chuckled.

"Dean… Are you coming or what?" Sam shouted hoping to get an answer from his brother, hoping that he hadn't been lured somewhere by that son of a demon bitch!

"Yeah… Be right there." Dean's voice sounded far away, though Sam was glad Dean was still with him. Sam glanced back towards the other end of the hallway and saw Dean walking out from the living room. He turned heading for the second floor.

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After Sam finally had taken this thing seriously they had decided to split up to do some more thorough research on Kamitaro. Sam had gone to the local library and Dean was supposed to do some research on the laptop.

"Come on party boy… you don't want to sit in here all night now do yah?"

Dean jumped back in his seat in the motel room as the voice penetrated his mind. Not that it would do him any good as the creature would still be sitting firmly on his shoulder no matter how hard he tried to get it off.

After a few minutes of trying to brush, then hit off the little devil Dean finally gave up.

"What do you want?" He almost screamed at it.

"Nothing." The creature answered back.

Dean raised his right eyebrow.

"The question isn't what I want!" The creature continued "It's what you want?"

"What the hell do you mean by that…? I want you to stay away but that wish doesn't seem to be granted by anyone or anything" Dean said wishing he could pull out is .9mm and shoot this little son of a bitch's face off though he figured that wouldn't do any good anyway.

The little thing on Dean's right shoulder shook its head as it grinned. "No… Seriously…? It's Friday night and you're sitting alone in a motel room doing research…? On what…Me?" The thing started to laugh. "All you have to do is ask… I'm right here… how often do you have that opportunity?"

"Fine… what the hell are you and how the hell do I get rid of you?" Dean asked.

"Whoa there… Not so fast. Before I'll answer anything I think you need a nice little night out relax a little."

Dean tilted his head to his left. He couldn't see any reasonable reason for him to actually listen to this thing, but a night out sure sounded more tempting than ever. A night out on the town sounds tempting any day though, Dean though and grinned. And if it will end up with this little bastard giving me some answers it's worth it… right?

"Yes it is" The creature answered Dean's thoughts.

"What is?" Dean asked.

"Worth it... if you go out… I'll give you some answers." The little thing grinned.

"Man… Are you reading my freakin mind or something?"

"Dude… I am your freakin mind!"

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The top floor was one big mess and it was obvious that there had been many unwanted visitors after its abandonment. Sam could hear Dean following on the stairs as he started to check out the rooms.

After Sam had cleared the first two rooms he realized that he didn't hear Dean anymore. The place was so quiet you could hear a needle fall. He stepped out in the hallway again to check, but Dean was nowhere to be seen.

"Dean… Come on… We are almost there!" Sam yelled hoping for a reaction back but all he got was silence. He stood motionless facing the hallway trying to come up with any kind of plan. A little squeak from behind him made him turn around facing his older brother holding a bat over his head.

Allright... What do you think... Really! Tell me... honest!

And did I say that Dean and Sam are not mine and all that stuff... well they arn't... but I wish for the for christmas!

-Beist