Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or it's characters or it's awesomeness.

Base Idea: The brothers discover Pandora's box and must destroy it before it destroys an entire town

Problems: This chapter isn't the greatest, but bear with me. This is simply the introduction. The future chapters will be more interesting and will contain some Destiel.

It had been a long time since they'd had a break. Sam had been trying to make up for his acts when he was without his soul, which meant job after job after job. And Dean was exhausted.

"Are you seriously still up?" Yawned Dean, sitting up and looking over at Sam who had his laptop on the table in front of him.

"Still up? Dean it's the morning." Sam said. "I'm looking for new jobs."

"Yeah, I knew that." Dean said, tired and hungover. "Found anything?"

"Yeah. There are a lot of omens happening in a small town called Gulfport."

"What kind of omens?" Dean got up and stretched, trying to focus on the possible new job and push the dreams of Hell out of his mind. Perhaps Sam and Cas thought he was getting better, but truth was he still remembered every detail...

"Rising crime levels. People murdering, stealing... also there's an elevated number of people coming down with disease of all kinds... and I don't mean slightly more, I mean twenty people have committed murder in the last two weeks, seven deadly diseases including swine flu, six people coming down with severe cases of depression..."

"Sounds like somethings going on there." Dean said. "Let's go check it out." He pushed the images further back into his head. "But first... let's have breakfast."

"We just want to know why." Sam said consolingly to George. He was one of the murderers, but he didn't seem particularly violent. This was strange. No sulfur smells, no black clouds of smoke, no cold spots... not a ghost or a demon.

"I don't know. I honestly don't. I was just so MAD and she was there and the knife was just within reach... and for a moment I hated her, but that makes no sense. I loved her. I loved my wife. And I killed her, for no reason whatsoever apart from the fact that I was mad and hateful." A tear dripped down his cheek.

"Are you certain you didn't feel... like someone was... well let's just say, possessing you to do so?" Dean asked.

"No. I knew what I was doing. I wanted to do it then. I killed my wife. And I enjoyed it." He shook his head and put it in his hands.

"Okay, no ghosts, no demons... so what then?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Dean said. "A siren maybe? The other one was making men kill their wives."

"No, no 'perfect' women." Sam sighed.

"Maybe..." Dean started. "Oh no. Maybe it's another lost angelic artifact." He sighed.

"I don't know. Maybe." Sam agreed. "We could ask Cas."

"Hey Cas!" Dean called out, looking up. Several passersby gave him strange looks. "Just, uh... just talking. You know." He told them, pointing at Sam. He pulled him into an alleyway and continued. "I think we found another angelic artifact. It, uh, makes people sin? For no reason?"

"I'm here, what do you mean?" Castiel said, appearing behind them suddenly. Dean explained it to him. "Interesting." He said before disappearing.

"Great. You know, he's never any help." Dean said, irritated.

"He rescued you from Hell." Sam stated.

"Okay, okay, that was mildly helpful." Dean admitted.

"He teleported you out of the safe room to attempt to stop the apocalypse. He helped us shove Lucifer back into his box, costing him his life... again."

"Yeah, okay I get the idea." Dean said, even more irritated.

"He's helped us countless times with lore, finding demons, fighting demons, killing Crowl-"

"OKAY!" Dean exclaimed, glaring at Sam.

"I'm back." Castiel said, appearing behind them.

"What did you find?" Asked Sam.

"There is something going on in this town. Something big. I believe we may have located Pandora's Box."