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So... my first Supernatural fan fiction :) look out for some Destiel moments :)

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"...That's just east of here. We can make it in ,like, an hour." Dean exclaimed into his phone, pacing up and down the gap between his and his brother's bed. He hung up and threw the phone onto his bed, grabbing his bag and stuffing various colours of flannel into it.

Sam looked up from his laptop. As per usual, he was swamped in papers, mostly tattered and burnt at the edges, a few shades yellower than a pages you'd find in your notebook.

"We got sumin' ?" he asked, a strand of his long brown hair falling over his face. It had escaped from behind his ear where he'd brushed it back to concentrate on the crappy superstitious/supernatural websites on his screen.

"Yeah," Dean began, grinning as he stuffed a tatty pair of faded jeans in the bag, "Pack your things, it's not far."

Sam chuckled, wondering what his brother was smiling at.

"and..." He prompted, now adopting a smile as well.

"What you mean, Sammy," Dean said, looking up at Sam and swinging the full bag over his shoulder, "I found a case- well Bobby did ,but you know- and no Angels, no demons, sure as heck no sons of bitches from hell. I mean, how long's it been Sam." He paused as he walked over to the door with his bag, "Maybe this'll be like old times again."

They looked at each other, smiling, then they dropped their gazed to the floor, as though embarrassed. Both chuckling, Dean opened and walked out the door to the Impala, leaving Sam to pack his bag. Sam lifted himself up from the chair and grabbed his worn-out bag and started stuffing his clothes into it. He heard the bang of the car boot on the road outside and Dean getting into the front seat.

They left the motel a few minutes later, as soon as Sam had handed in the key. He still had no idea what the case was, but Dean was so happy, he didn't seem to mind. With his favourite tape in the stereo, Dean pushed down on the accelerator of the Impala and they sped down the highway. Birds flew out of the trees and the engine roared and spluttered. Dean tried hard to keep his beloved car in great condition, but it was hard considering their mileage.

"So?" Sam asked out of the blue. He looked at his brother, who's eyes were fixed on the road. He still had the flicker of a smirk on the edge of his lips. He turned to Sam, looking confused.

"So what?" He replied in his deep, growly tone.

"You still haven't told me a word on the case. I don't even know where we're hunting, let alone what."

"Neither do i..."

"Sorry.." Sam asked. Now he was the one confused.

"Well, i know where obviously..." Dean said, but he seemed to forget that what he was saying had a point and didn't continue.

After a short pause where everything was quiet, despite the splutters of the car, Sam asked again.

"Ok Sammy..." Dean said, taking one hand off the wheel to point at his brother. "So there's a street, in a town not far from here. One by one, each person from that street is... changing"

"Changing?" Sam interrupted. "How?"

"Well..." Dean chuckled, putting his hand back on the steering wheel and glancing back at the road before continuing, "They are all, house by house, becoming... Goths."

"Goths?!" Sam exclaimed, though he didn't find it as entertaining as Dean. He scoffed, shaking his head. "And... how is this Supernatural?"

"Cos it's everyone Sam! Mum, Dad, Prissy little Virgins dressed in pink... Even Grandma joined in the Black parade!"

Sam scoffed again, but soon let out a small laugh at the thought of an old lady in eyeliner.

"Really?!" Dean exclaimed, slapping the steering wheel, a huge smile on his face. The music had died down to silence, but Dean didn't change the track. "Sammy, this is the best case in ages! A street has turned Goth crazy and you barely crack a smile."

"What is goth?" A voice said from the back seat before Sam had time to answer. Dean Stabbed the Brake with his foot and the Car jolted to a stop. Cas sat there innocently, gawping at the two men in front of him. His coat and shirt were a little dirtier than normal, but he was still culturally dim as always.

"Cas..." Dean sighed, banging his head down on the steering wheel muttering cursive towards the angel in the back seat.

Sam looked almost guilty for him; he knew Dean was excited to work a case that didn't involve angels, but alas, Castiel was here.

"What are you doing here, Cas?" Sam asked, Dean with his head still on the leather-bound wheel.

Cas gazed out of the windows on either side of the car dreamily. He seemed in no hurry whatsoever, his head gently rocking from side to side like he was on some type of drug that put your head in the clouds. Eventually, his gaze drifted over to Sam, who was staring at him, still waiting for an answer.

"Should i be doing something..." He asked, his eyes wide. Dean lifted his head up from the wheel hopefully. Maybe nothing was up. He looked at Sam and then they both looked to the Angel.

"WHY...Why are you here, Cas." Dean asked, trying to make it clearer for Cas, speaking to him like he would a toddler.

"My duties were complete for today, heaven doesn't need me until next sunset...maybe more." He answered finally, his voice considerably less serious than it had be in the past.

A silence followed, as Sam and Dean tried to make sense of what Cas had said. They knew the 'Civil war' was a big deal in heaven at the moment and it was hard to get him to come to you when you were in danger. Yet, here he was, in their back seat at his own will.

"You came here... because you were... bored?" Dean said, slowly. He was spun round in his seat, the car still stopped in the middle of the stony road. It was still relatively early in the morning, but the towering fir trees on the side of the road blocked out a fair amount of the morning sun. There were no cars on the track and it was pretty quiet apart from the hum of the car's engine. A crow might've been heard in the distance, but it was only a faint cawing.

"I guess." Cas replied, not thinking much of it. He gazed around again, finding the creamy suede roof very interesting. "...Am i interrupting something?" He asked naively.

Dean turned back in his seat so he was looking out the grubby glass of the front windscreen once again.

"Not at all..." He chirped, sarcastically, starting the car up again. Cas smiled tentatively, as he sat back in his seat. Loudly, they set of again, racing down the road past the shelter of the trees. A town was in sight on the horizon and they'd be there in half an hour or so at the car's speedy rate.

Dean reached for the rest of his tapes in the glove compartment. He slammed the new track in the player, replacing the old one, which he chucked on Sam's lap. It whirred for a moment, then The White Stripes started blaring out the car speakers. Reeling down the windows, Dean hummed the catchy baseline, Sam smiling at him, relieved to know he was OK again.

He knew his brother was right. It had been a good few months since they'd had a hunt like the good old days. The only difference now was they had an angel in the back seat, but that didn't seem to change too much. Secretly, Sam preferred it. He knew Dean liked having him round, whether he helped or not, and Sam liked seeing him with a smile on his face, even if it was just a hint of one.

He turned his head to gaze out his window. Surrounding them, were fields and fields of corn, all wrapped up into hay-bales. The clouds hovered over the horizon all the way round the sky, which was an almost minty colour. The sun reflected off the bonnet of the Impala, despite the fact it was gloomily powdered with dust from the road.

They were powering down the road, sharing the music with the fields. Soon they'd be working on their next case. And an undoubtedly puzzling one it seemed.

So there's chapter one... i should upload again pretty soon, so watch this space :D

See you soon Xx