Hi there! I'm really happy to present you my first multi-chapter story, involving Sam and Dean AAAAAAND...an OC (!) you'll discover through the chapters. As said before, I'm not a native english so excuse my language/grammar errors! I've already written some following chapters, but I won't publish them too rapidly (suspense!).

I'm waiting for your reviews to help me writting, or just to let me know what you think about this story! Thanks again for supporting me, it REALLY helps me.

Disclaimer: the characters are not mine (except for the OC ;) ) and I regret it, they are Eric Kripke's and Supernatural's.

Stuck in the middle (Part 1)

A wooden-floored room, old and dusty. A counter and several tables covered with yellowing sheets are the only furniture visible here, except for two chairs. On these chairs are tied up two men. A freaking laugh...a light flash...

Sam woke up all of a sudden. He seated and scrubbed his sweating face with his hands, before looking at his surroundings. Everything was dark, only lightened by a pale moon shining through the half-closed curtains. He could see the small kitchen where days-old remains slowly started to rot, the wooden table with his laptop, several guns and bullets reflecting the coming light. He turned his head to the twin bed where his brother was sleeping on his belly, as always, head hard pressed into his pillow. Sam hated having to wake him up, but he really needed it.

"Dean! Dean! Wake up please...I've had another vision...

- What?! Ya bringin' me some more beer and pie?

- Er...no. Dean, I said I had a vision.

- 'kay Sammy thanks. Now sleep."

Dean turned on the other side and got back to sleep. With an exasperated sigh, Sam stood up and shook his brother until he woke up again. Dean was furious, but not as angry as Sam. The brothers sat on their respective beds, facing each other.

"Okay Dean now you're listening to me! I'm sorry but THAT IS IMPORTANT!

- Well...sorry Sammy. What did ya see?

- That was a...rusty dusty room, like a hotel saloon. There was also a maddening laugh...and these two men tied up to two chairs.

- Who? Have ya seen their face?

- Er...no, but I'm pretty sure that's us.

- Only pretty sure?

- Well, really pretty sure! Seriously Dean. We have to find out if that place has any link with our poltergeist case.

- 'kay. I say, let's take a shower and find somethin' to eat, 'nd then, back to work!

- Great!"

When Dean left the bathroom, Sam had already dug out some interesting facts, and printed several maps and newspapers articles. Dean took a chair and sat next to his brother.

"Well Sammy! What've ya got?

- The place I saw in my vision is the saloon of a place called "Maple Syrup Hotel".

- Canadian?

- Yes, well, in fact the first owner was. And he was said to be a little...crazy.

- What's yer point? The guy was nuts! And then?!

- I haven't finished yet. This old fellow's wife was found slaughtered. Slayed actually. A local legend says she was cheating on him and that he did it on a night he caught her in bed with her lover.

- Interestin'... So ya think it's this jealous guy's ghost that is still hauntin' the place?

- Yep.

- 'kay so that's an easy peasy hunt eh?! Find the body, salt 'n' burn it, 'nd then back to bigger game!

- I think I know where the body is. You know that room I saw in my vision? I've read that this part of the hotel was built more recently than the rest. And I bet it was built over an old private cemetary!"

The Winchesters left the room a couple of minutes after. They had prepared for this routine hunt finding shovels, salt and a can of petrol they had packed into Baby's chest. They then climbed in the car and started driving to the haunted hotel. It wasn't exactly sunrise, so the city was still quiet and few cars were driving along them. They found a carpark in front of the hotel. It seemed to be abundoned, and several plastic bags or soda cans were rolling to the wind, left there by uncaring teens or tramps. The brothers took their bags and switched on their flashlights after breaking through a locked door. They both coughed hard.

"Dusty eh?! said Dean;

- Yeah... anyway the saloon is just there, after the door to our right.

- Be careful Sammy, the ghost won't let us burn his body that easy. Watch out for any move or any trick."

The entered with real caution in the room, waiting for the ghost to show up. But nothing moved. There were two chairs there, so Dean sat in one and said to Sam:

"Where is the grave now? It could be anywhere under our feet. And as we can see, this room is not exactly what we could call tiny!

- Let me think about it for two seconds... Gimme that map would you? Yes, that's it!

- So?

- Look, this is the couple's room, where the wife is supposed to have been killed. Logically, the husband's grave should be right in front of it, like in a watching position. That would be...right there, near the counter! Let's break that floor and dig.

- Er...should I remind ya that I did it last time? So that's yer turn now!"

Sam looked at his brother with his bitch face, and said "Jerk". Dean opened a bottle of beer he had taken out of his coat pocket and answered saying "Bitch. Dig!"

Sam had only finished digging the hard ground, after he had broken the wooden floor, when he looked at his brother and shouted:

"Behind you! Watch out!"

But the ghost knocked Dean out with the bottle he had put down next to the chair. Sam didn't even have time to protect himself that the ghost had already knocked him out too with a shovel.

When the brothers woke up, they were tightly tied up to their chairs, so tightly they couldn't move their arms or legs.

"Well... What's next? The freakin' laugh?

- Dean...I'm sorry, that's my fault, I should've been ready for it!

- Never mind Sammy, now-"

Dean was cut short by the laugh, the kind of laughs you only find in horror movies or haunted mansions.

"Kinda bad situation to get out of...wasn't that easy eh?!

- I have no idea how we'll escape from this.

- Did ya see him?

- Yes. He's hideous, covered in blood and having a mad grin.

- Be ready Sammy. He might show up any minute now!"

The laugh stopped as abruptly as it had started. They heard footsteps coming nearer, the sound of a lock being played with, then nothing. Both of them were tense and waiting for what was coming.

Suddenly, the door was shattered to pieces, and someone entered the room.

A beautiful woman in her mid-twenties stood in front of them. Small and skiny, she was wearing a red tank top, slim black jeans, black army boots. She held a green coat in one hand and a gun in the other.

Dean whistled and said:

"That wasn't the exact kinda help I was waitin' for, but I'll take it! Moreover if it comes from such a lovely woman!"

The woman moved so fast they were hardly able to see her moving. She bent over Dean, her face only inches from his, and looked him right in his green eyes. She had amazing piercing blue eyes, nearly electric blue, fitting her perfectly oval face surrounded by a dark-ginger hair. Now she was nearer, they could see the huge amount of freckles covering her face, arms, chest, leaving the rest to imagination. She said in a low voice:

"I wouldn't say that again if I were you. I'm not "that" kind of girl.

- Easy Miss! So...not that kind of gurl uh? Too bad."

Dean grinned when she turned back and walked to the door. Sammy answered lifting his eyes to heavens. Inspecting the place where the door used to be, the woman said:

"Well...it seems like we won't be able to keep that ghost perfectly away. But no problem, I still handle the situation."