A/N: Hello Everyone.

This is my first attempt at a Supernatural fic. I hope this is a friendly fandom, I've heard that it was! I hope you enjoy what I have so far and I guess I should give a little background on the 'ghost'. I based most of one of the supernatural events on a well known Canadian haunted site.

White Otter Castle in Atikokan Ontario, is a three story log castle built between 1903 and 1914 on the banks of White Otter Lake. James Alexander McQuat (pronounced McKewitt) single handedly felled and moved all the trees and stack them interlocking to build the three story structure, and the turret that extends above to add a fourth floor. In total it is 41 feet tall and was built in its entirety by one man. He was building it for the wife that never arrived in Canada and four years after he had finished he died by drowning in the lake. There are many legends about Jimmy, including that when he died he was decapitated unexplainably, or that the grave located by his castle actually holds the bones of a bear, not his remains, and to this day, people claim to have had encounters with the ghost if James McQuat. (Google it and check out the pictures. Its kinda crazy that it could be built by one man.)

So in this story I've moved the castle to the banks of Lake Superior in northern Minnesota (as close to the actual site as I could get) and placed a little mischief around the area. I don't think this story will have any real connection to the underlying Supernatural plot, but it's kinda a stand alone mystery for the boys to solve. I hope you like it and stay tuned for chapter two.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, at all, but a love for ghost stories and a true belief in the supernatural.

Please drop me a comment if you can!

Thanks

Chapter 1: Toward the Banks

The soft rumble of the Impala was lulling Sam to sleep as the Winchester boys headed north toward the shores of Lake Superior and their next job. The soft thumping of the tires over the cracks in the pavement and the swish of the wind past the open window was something so familiar to both of the Winchester boys that it was like an unsung lullaby and the constant soothing sounds of their whole life time. It meant work and danger was on the horizon for them both, but the traveling, the journey to get to the destination, had always been something that both brothers enjoyed.

Sam Winchester had stumbled onto the legend and resent activity during another sleepless night as Dean sat at another nameless, generic, motel coffee table packing salt rounds and coming down from another finished case. They had been in Texas, had caught their culprit, proved that supernatural things can happen to the police who had been searching for a serial killer for months and then fled, leaving no traces of themselves and winding up in the motel in the deep south of Alabama. The disappearance of young women and the proximity to an established haunted site had sparked Sam's interest, but it took some convincing to get Dean onboard. He was tired and just wanted a few days to sit, recuperate and drive his Impala.

"The north shore of Lake Superior in mid June, seriously?" Dean had hissed. "Are you crazy? Do you know what the bugs are like up there?" he complained, "especially at this time of year? No dude, we're not going."

"People are disappearing," Sam argued.

"I'm sure we could find something to investigate in Florida, or maybe we could just go to Universal Studios for a fun trip. I wanna ride the Back to the Future ride and you could… I don't shoot aliens and become a Man in Black. Don't you want a fun trip?" Dean asked optimistically. "We could check out that new Harry Potter World. You used to like those books, little brother, and I'm sure there will be hundreds of hot witches to check out. Let's go there."

"I'd prefer northern Minnesota," Sam stated from behind his laptop, "listen to this; three young women all from the same high school disappeared while at a pit party on the banks of the historical north shore."

"Yeah…and?" Dean asked.

"Witnesses say the girls were last seen heading back to their camp site near the McKewitt Castle, but by morning there were no signs that the girls were even there. No tents, no trash, nothing at all. Nothing was ever found."

"Maybe they didn't actually see the girl's camp site," Dean stated skeptically.

"The eye witnesses were all 'involved' with the girls. Over the course of the evening each couple had headed back to the 'tent' and then returned to the party," Same read off the report.

"Way to go boys!" Dean cheered.

"This isn't the first disappearance either," Sam explained, "two years ago, at this time of the year, a newly married couple were canoeing in the area and camped out in the same spot. After a long day the couple turned in for the night. The husband awoke the next day and his wife was gone. There wasn't even a trace of her being there. No clothing, nothing, the husband was later arrested but there was never any evidence found against him. He swears that he and his wife went to bed together and because of the cool northern nights they were sharing the sleeping bag."

"Oh yeah, sharing!" Dean smiled mischievously.

"And then three years before that a pair of twin sisters went out camping and never returned. They were never found; neither was any of their gear or their car. They all just vanished."

"Ok, so it's suspicious, lets call bobby and have one of his northern friends deal with it," Dean sighed. "Why do we have to go so badly and clear across the country at that?"

"Because the camp ground and the furthest camp site on which all of these disappearances happened is located only 100 yards from the legendary McKewitt Castle."

"And that's important because…?" Dean asked.

"Rumor has it that the man, who single handedly built the castle, for his future wide, now haunts the castle and has become part of the urban legend in the area. It's a tourist attraction. Each of these disappearances has speculation about the ghost and the possibility that the ghost of James McKewitt is abducting young women in place of his betrothed that never made it to the north shore, but died on voyage to the new world." Sam explained. "People actually go to McKewitt Castle in hopes of a supernatural encounter."

"Alright, we'll go," Dean sighed in defeat, loaded his shot gun and stood to start packing. "But seriously man, if the mosquitoes are horrible, I'm leaving and you can deal with Mr. Mc-whatever all by yourself."

And thus the Winchesters left Alabama to travel north toward Minnesota and the shores of Lake Superior to find them a rather popular and irregularly active ghost.