A/N: The chapters will be off a little on this story since I started with a prelude. I hope it won't get too confusing. Please enjoy!

Oh and I don't own any of the characters except for the ones that I've made up. They all belong to the CW, Warner Bros. and the producers of Supernatural.

CHAPTER 1

Near Fargo, North Dakota

NOW

Sammy pulled the Impala up to the sidewalk outside the motel room. He sat inside the car looking at the window. Concern caused Sam's brow to crease. Well, he better get the fast food inside before it gets cold. Inside the bag, Dean's favorites were there. One bacon cheeseburger with onions, fries and pie. That's one thing about Dean. He didn't care what kind of pie; only that is pie! Sam's face suddenly reacted with a slight grin. His brother was quite a guy with specific tastes, but when it came to food…Pie and cheeseburgers ruled!

Sam got out of the car, grabbed the food bag and closed the car door. Stepping up to the motel room door, Sam inserted the card key. Sam thought to himself how much he missed keys. These new cards had a habit of not working when you needed them the most. Keys were tried and true. Keys were reliable. He missed keys. After unlocking the door, Sam entered the room and closed the door behind him.

Dean was laying on one of the two double beds in the room. He barely glanced up from the book that he was reading. Ever since Dean found this old book in an old beaten up tin box in the burned out remnants of Bobby's garage a couple of days ago, he had been fully engrossed. Sam couldn't recall any other time that he had seen his brother this way. Sam had tried several times to get him to talk about what he was reading, but each time Dean just grumbled something inaudible or looked annoyed about being interrupted. Plus, he never let the book out of his sight! If he wasn't reading it, it was safely next to Dean while he was sleeping with his hand encircling it. This was so out of character for Dean and Sam wanted to know what was going on. Now, it was time to approach Dean again!

"Dean, I'm back! I got your favorites…and yes, I remembered the pie!" Sam said as he placed the food and the Impala's keys on the table near the door.

Dean gave an audible grunt, but never looked up from the book. Sam tried again to get his attention.

"Dean! Look at me!"

Dean put up his index finger in a gesture for Sam to wait one minute. Finally, Dean raised his eyes and gave an inquiring look to Sam.

"What's up?"

Sam looked at his big brother with frustration rising in his voice. "Food is here, Dean!"

"Oh. Thanks. I'll eat in just a minute." Dean said in a low voice. Sam shrugged and headed to the end of the other bed in the room. He slipped off his boots and wiggled his toes. It felt good to be out of his shoes if only for a little bit. Once again Sam glanced at Dean.

"Look Dean we need to talk about this!"

Now that statement got a response from Dean. Dean quickly glanced up at Sam.

"Oh, come on, Sam. No need to get so dramatic. I said I was just getting to a stopping point." Dean exclaimed in an annoyed voice. Sam didn't respond but kept on looking at Dean with a slight frown on his face.

Dean continued. "I didn't know that my reading a book would get you so uptight! I'll put it down for a while." Dean said. "So, did you find any pie this time?"

The edges of Sam's lips turned upward into a slight smile. "Yeah. I got the pie just like you asked."

"Cool." Dean got up from the bed and placed the book on the side table after marking the page he was reading. He walked over to the table and sat down to eat.

Sam cleared his throat and Dean glanced up at him.

"Dean, what's really up with that book? I don't like this one bit. You're keeping me out of the loop on purpose. I can tell and we're way past playing that old game."

Dean stared at Sam before he responded. One could tell that Dean was trying to weigh his words carefully before he spoke. He took a bite of burger and savored the taste. That's something that Dean liked to do each time he took an initial bite. He closed his eyes and slowly chewed that first bite. Sam waited.

Dean opened his eyes and looked at Sam. "I'm not sure if you'd believe me if I told you what or who that book belongs to."

"Try me Dean."

Dean looked at Sam and his gaze never deviated from Sam's face.

"Alright. Let me finish this and then I'll take a shower. While I'm in the shower, I'll let you take a look at it, but I want it back after I finish and don't lose my place."

"Okay, but who wrote it and what is it?" Sam implored.

With that, Dean got up and went over to the side table to retrieve the book. He turned and placed the book in Sam's hands. Dean looked nervous and reluctant about surrendering the book to Sam. He slowly walked back to the table and resumed eating the cheeseburger.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Open it up Sam and see…" Dean replied.

Sam glanced down at the book. It looked very similar to the journal that Dad kept on hunting. Dean and Sam had referenced that journal lots of times in the past. That journal sure had saved their butts from time to time. Slowly, Sam opened the book and then he gasped.

"What? There are two of them? Really? Dad had two journals!"

Slowly, Dean nodded in agreement.

"Sam, this one is totally different that the one we use; the one we knew about. This new one is written more like a story; like he wanted to keep a written record of something for some reason."

Sam was staring at Dean. The look of shock resonated in his eyes. Sam cleared his throat.

"So, what did you find out so far?"

Dean gave Sam a hard look.

"We don't know everything about what went on before."

Sam's eyebrows went up as he responded. "Like what?"

"We have family in Virginia and Dad was into something real big. Not sure what it was but I think we need to go check it out, but you read and tell me what you think. I need a shower."

Dean stood up and put the food containers in the trash. All were empty as usual. No matter what was going on, Dean could always eat and never gained an ounce. Dean headed over to his duffel bag and pulled out some clean clothes and toiletries and entered the bathroom.

"Let me know what you think Sam when I get out."

Sam nodded as he had not lost sight of his brother since his revelation.

"Yep."

About 15 minutes later, Dean emerged from the bathroom. His hair was damp and a rush of humid air followed him as he stepped into the main room. He closed the bathroom door, but left the fan on to help dry out the bathroom. Dean was good about that since he always liked very hot showers.

Sam looked up from the book and into Dean's eyes. Dean knew that look. It was one that he shared.

"Dean, I think we've found our next job."

"Sam, I thought you'd say that. I guess we'll leave in the morning."

"Sounds good to me. Now, time for my shower. Any hot water left?"

Dean smiled at Sam and shrugged. "I think I left you a little bit."

"Thanks."

A/N: I hope you're liking the story so far. Please review and let me know what you think.