Synopsis: It should have been a simple hunt. Get in, burn the bones, get out. But when has anything ever been simple for Sam and Dean Winchester? Not only is the ghost not destroyed, it begins to stalk the brothers. To make matters worse, Dean falls for a girl and falls for her hard, but Sam doesn't trust her. Something just seems offbeat. With Dean off his game, the brothers at each other's throats, and an evil ghost on the loose, can the Winchesters discover the truth before it's too late...for everyone?

Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not yet own Sam, Dean, or any other Supernatural copyrighted material. But the characters you don't recognize? Yeah, they're mine.

Warning: Some foul language, suggestive scenes, and minor violence.

Okay, so this was the first fan fiction I've ever written. The full version is posted on the supernatural.tv forums (if you haven't checked them out, you should because some of the writers there are amazing) and I got a good reaction there so I thought I'd give it a shot on here. This will be same story, although I will make a few corrections and I'm thinking about making a few changes to certain parts. I don't know, we'll see. There are currently two stories that follow this one, but I'll get to them later.

Short first chapter, but it gets longer.

Chapter One: Get the Party Started

Now this is my kind of gig! Dean thought, enjoying the music of the party and 'appreciating the scenery'. A cute chick was hanging off his arm and waiting patiently while he chatted with some of the other girls. Oh yeah, he was having fun. He'd have even more fun when he checked into the motel tonight.

"Dean, can we talk?"

Dean turned to see Sam looking more than a little impatient to get on with the real work. Dean sighed, leave it up to Sammy to put an end to his fun. He turned back to the little crowd of women he had been talking to and flashed them his most charming smile, "Excuse me for a minute, ladies."

The girls pouted adorably, "Hurry back."

I intend to. Dean thought, smiling to himself. Then he turned to his brother and his expression changed to one of mild annoyance. "Damn it, Sam!" Dean said, "I was this close to scoring with that cute blonde!" Sam just looked at him. "Okay, okay!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, "Remind me what the job is again."

Sam flipped through their father's journal until he found what he was looking for. "The man who used to live here, an Andrew McLaren, disappeared without a trace. There were signs of foul play but his body was never found," Sam took a breath before continuing. It was difficult to look at the journal knowing that it had belonged to their dad, "Since then, people who've stayed in the house have all been found dead, drowned in the bath tub. According to local folklore, McLaren's body is still in the house and his ghost haunts the halls seeking vengeance."

"Typical haunted house routine," Dean said, amused, "Makes for a great party theme, though."

"Dean..." Sam trailed off, looking concerned.

"What's the problem Sam? We've done this a million times. We find the bones and torch the ghost. Simple."

"But Dean, we can't just go setting fires, not with all these people here," Sam said, trying to understand what the hell was going through his brother's mind, "I mean we don't even know where the body is!"

"That's exactly why we're here," Dean replied, grinning, "We use the party as cover and search the house for the bones. We then smuggle them out of the house and burn them. What could go wrong?"

Sam looked at Dean incredulously, "What could go wrong? Dude, a million things could go wrong. Things are never simple! Not for us. I just think we should be careful."

"You worry too much, Sammy. Try to have some fun once in a while," Dean said, but his only reply was the anxious expression on his brother's face. He sighed, "Okay, let's take a look and get this over with." Sam looked at him with partial relief.

"Okay, so we should probably start with the bathroom since that's where all the murders have happened."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever,." Dean glanced regretfully at the flock of girls. So much for my plans for tonight.

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