Author's note: So, this is my first fic for Supernatural. I originally had like four chapters posted, but I wasn't satisfied with the way the story was going. It was way to complicated, and too much to write. So hopefully this is a better version. Anyway, happy reading. I hope you guys like it. Suggestions are appreciated, and so is criticism. So please review!?

BTW: This is in fact unedited, but I was just really happy that I finally figured out how I wanted this story to go, so please ignore the grammar.

Prologue

"New beginnings"

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Honestly, if you could ask Dean what he had been looking forward to the last few weeks, he'd answer you point blank: booze, and girls. Well, really, when you thought about it that was typical for Dean, but not on a daily basis. But really, the truth was, Dean didn't really have anything to look forward to. The boys had hit a dead end. Now, it was a line of hotels, and fast food restaurants. It was sad really, the routine the both of them had picked up. Wake up at 8am, check out from their dingy hotel, find a diner, check the paper, and then move onto to a new town. Most hits they thought they'd found were just duds. Nothing serious, and definitely nothing supernatural. So naturally, both boys were a little befuddled. What the hell had happened? And why had things quieted down? In the world of supernatural, the boys had always had new jobs to look forward to. New cases, new towns, more trouble.

Both of the Winchesters had their own ideas or theories about why things had died down. But they didn't share those opinions, both knowing they could possibly be wrong. Really, when you thought about it, it was just plain stupid. But either way, it didn't make any sense, so Dean and Sam kept their mouths shut, just hoping that something new would find its way towards them. They'd deal with the why and how when it got there. The boys were definitely not stupid, they'd had plenty of run-ins with the darker side of things, but really, when you thought about it, you couldn't just go off of theories. Sam knew, as well as Dean, that before they could make a move on whatever dry spell this was, that they had to know why.

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1:27 pm

"Pass me the salt." Dean looked carelessly over his plate of fries, and waited for his brother to take his eyes away from the newspaper he was reading. Another second passed by and Sam sighed, grabbing the salt shaker from its designated spot at the end of booth, before passing it over to Dean.

Sam then continued to read where he left off before. Something about a bad animal attack… he thought about it rationally for a moment. The lunar eclipse was off, and he mentally checked werewolves off his list, before scanning the paper once again. There was nothing worth even checking into these days.

Both boys were lost in their thoughts, Sam thinking about the loss of cases, and Dean, naturally about his fries. But really, if you thought about it, Dean usually had a one track mind anyway. What do you think he'd be thinking about? Either way, the Winchesters hardly noticed it when the chime of one of their phones began ringing incessantly. Looking up, Sam noticed first.

"You gonna get that?" Sam asked.

Finally, Dean looked, noting that it was indeed his phone ringing. "Dean Winchester speaking," He said, speaking into the phone. On the other end, Ellen Harvelle, already knowing which Winchester it was, quickly sprang into action, asking a flurry of questions. It was the norm, how they were, how the cases were going. Personal, but not enough to be considered prying. It was like a conduct fellow hunters followed. You didn't stick your nose anywhere it didn't have any business being in the first place. Dean answered back of course, explained the drought they'd been having, the trouble it was to find a decent case, especially in last few weeks. Of course, Ellen seemed to jump at that idea. But then again, she never really called anyway unless she needed something, and Dean already knew she had a favor to ask before the words even came out of her mouth.

Letting his curiosity get the best of him Dean asked, "Ellen is there a reason why you called?"

"Yes, actually there is. I've got a job for you." She replied. Dean waited for her to emphasize, and a moment later, she did. "My niece needs a little help. Normally I wouldn't say it was anything serious, but this seems to be more serious than she let on. She claims that someone's following her."

"Are you sure this is anything supernatural? Sounds more like she might have a stalker to me." Dean quipped.

"No. No, that couldn't be it. She's not stupid Dean, she smells sulfur every time they get around her. She's even seen black smoke."

"Okay, well I'll talk to Sam. We'll get back to you on it." Dean told her.

"I'm serious Dean, this isn't a joke, and I need your answer within the hour." Ellen replied.

"Yeah, I got you. I'll call."

They both said their goodbyes and hung up. Sam's gaze locked onto his brothers, already full of questions.

"What was that about?" He asked, going straight for the point.

"Ellen of course." Dean said. He continued a moment later, "Her niece needs our help. Sounds like a case with demons to me."

"Well, are there any signs of possession?" Sam asked.

"Not entirely sure, but she said her niece keeps smelling sulfur, and seeing black smoke." Dean told his brother.

"Well, obviously her niece knows who to call. Are we gonna take it?"

"Should we?" Dean asked.

Sam sighed, "Dean what do you think? You know how much trouble we've been having these past few weeks, this is a strong lead. We'd be crazy not to accept her offer." Sam replied, his decision already made.

"I'll call Ellen." Dean replied, scrolling through the contacts on his phone. Another ring later, and Ellen had already answered.

"Dean." Ellen said.

"Hey, we'll take it."

Ellen let out a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God. You don't know how much I appreciate this. I knew I could count on you boys. Jo jumped at the idea of a case, but you know her, so I knew this would be good for you and Sam."

"Wouldn't want that now would we?" Dean replied, already thinking about the last time he had to deal with Jo.

"No, not really." Ellen laughed. "So what time can I expect you guys here at the Roadhouse?"

Dean thought about it for a moment before replying, "I'd say about three hours, we gotta head back north towards your way."

Ellen seemed to make a mental note of this. "All right, well I'll be expecting you."

They hung up once more. Dean looked to Sam, an almost satisfied look on his face. Finally, they had gotten something worth looking into.

"Ready to go Sammy boy?" Dean asked.

Sam nodded yes, snatched a few remainder fries from Deans plate, and went to the register to pay their ticket. A moment later, Sam joined Dean again and they both headed back out to the impala, ready to get on the road. Next stop, the Roadhouse.

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