Hi everyone. Here's another little fic to pass the time until next tuesday. So, I hope you like it. I've been slacking off at school and now I have to make up for it, so the updates will take longer, but I'll try to keep them regular. Please read and review.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or situations of the TV show Supernatural. The situations surrounding a particular historical character that will come up later are made up and very poorly documented.

With that said, on to the story.

"So? Found anything?" Dean asked from the bathroom, his words barely understandable as he brushed his teeth. He spat into the sink and turned to his brother.

"Maybe, I'm not sure." Came Sam's reply. He was sitting crossed legged on the bed farthest from the bathroom, reading the local newspapers in his laptop for anything out of the ordinary. An article had caught his attention and he was reading it carefully.

"What do you mean you're not sure?" Dean asked as he came out of the bathroom and sat on his own bed. "Man found mysteriously murdered inside his closed apartment, no signs of broken entry." Dean said. "Local dogs eaten by weird creature, the police has no clues." He continued, making an 'Extra, extra' paper boy voice. "Is it or not supernatural?" Dean asked with his own voice.

"I don't know." Sam replied annoyed as he finished reading the article. He looked up in time to see his brother rolling his eyes and explained. "People have been disappearing in Philadelphia."

"Yeah..." Dean interrupted, trailing off like he was asking 'what's weird about that'. Sam glared at him, making a 'I wasn't done' face, and Dean made a gesture with his hands to go on. "What's supernatural about that?" He asked when Sam didn't continue.

"I don't know, it's just a hunch." Sam said finally. Dean raised an eyebrow. "It's the people that is disappearing, " He continued. " they are all young people, ranging from 15 to 25, they were all last seen in parks around the city." Sam said, sighing and leaning back on the headrest of the bed.

"So? You think they are being picked?" Dean gave the idea some thought. "Well, many rituals require the sacrifice of young people, youth represents life. How many have there been?" Dean asked. Sam opened his eyes without sitting up.

"Twelve." He replied.

"Twelve!" Dean repeated the word, surprised. He was expecting something more in the vicinity of three or four. "Well, that sounds more like a serial killer or a kidnapper." He said. "Unless it was some seriously dark, evil, 'Bring Back Our Master' and end the world sort of ritual." He finished. Sam nodded.

"I know, it's too many." Sam said, rubbing his temples as he looked at the article again.

"What makes you think this could be our kind of job?" Dean asked, watching his brother so stressed out about it. "The Shining tellin' you anything?" Dean asked, holding out his hand and wiggling his index finger like the kid in the movie did.

"No." Sam growled, giving his brother a menacing glare. "It's just that this sounds familiar." He continued. "Now that I think about it." He paused for a moment. "I've been seeing news like this for a couple of months now. Young people disappear in a city for a period of time, no one never hears anything about them again, and as suddenly as they started they stop, then they start somewhere else." Sam's eyes widened, he seemed to remember something. Dean looked at him in confusion as his brother typed quickly on his laptop. The change in the glow reflected on Sam's face told Dean that his brother had opened a new page. Sam read for a few seconds, he suddenly looked up to him and turned the laptop so he could read.

"See?." Sam asked. Pointing at the computer, a page titled 'Unresolved Police Cases' shown on the screen. "23 on the last city, 25 on the one before that, all young people, all were last seen in a park." Sam said. Dean nodded as he read.

"The first disappearances go back 60 years." Dean said quietly, mostly talking to himself. He finished reading and looked up at Sam. "That's one old serial killer." He added.

"You think this is worth looking into?" Sam asked. Dean sat back down on his bed and rubbed his chin. He looked up and put his hands behind his head. He sighed and looked back down, scratching the back of his head with one hand.

"Dean!" Sam shouted after another ten seconds of his brother's mussing.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just messing with you." Dean smiled. "Man, you're so easy." Sam huffed, shaking his head side to side.

Dean stood up suddenly. "Well, pack your bags. Seems we're going to Philadelphia." He said as he stuffed clothes into a bag. Sam did the same and fifteen minutes later they had checked out of the motel they were in and were driving out into the highway.

Author's Note: What do you think? Please review :)