Disclaimer: I own simply the idea..and the dream that started this fic.

First of all I have to say thank you so much to Yellowwolf for all the help she provided me with. Ooh, didn't we have fun planning this? Lol! Thank you Kells! This one's dedicated to you.

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Facing the Supernatural
Chapter one: Beginnings

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"So, what do you got for me, Sam?" Dean asked, casting a brief glance at his brother as he drove the car down the road.

"Eh..." Sam looked down at the papers in his hands. "Weird stuff happening in Blue Bay Harbor, California. People have been dying every third day there for the last two weeks."

"Demon?" Dean asked, frowning.

"Possibly," Sam said. "It doesn't make any sense though. There's no real relation between the accidents. One person fell down the stairs, one got trapped in a burning house, one got shot, one drowned in a bathtub, and the most recent one got decapitated by a window." Sam looked at him. Dean raised his eyebrows. "Last time that happened, there was a demon." Sam nodded.

"When was the last death?" Dean asked him.

"One day ago." the other answered.

"Right. So that means we have two days until the next." Dean nodded a little to himself, possibilities running through his head.

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It was a sunny day in Blue Bay Harbor...okay, it was a friggin hot day in Blue Bay Harbor, but people managed as long as they stayed in the shadows as much as possible. It wasn't an all too busy day in Storm Chargers. People were buzzing around, spread here and there.

Behind the counter stood Hunter, wishing he was anywhere but here at this point. Dustin was fixing a seriously messed up bike, but his concentration was elsewhere since it was so hot, and Blake was doing the inventory, but mostly scowling at the list in his hand. Shane, Tori and (strangely enough) Cam, those lucky bastards, were in the alcove in the back of the store, where there was an airconditioner and a large supply of cold drinks. Hunter, Blake and Dustin scowled at them from time to time, which Shane and Tori just grinned back at them for. Kelly was at home, having left the store in the boys care. She called now and then though, a bit concerned about her baby.

Blake let the inventory list fall down on the counter with an irriated sigh, startling Hunter out of his tired daze. Blake glanced amusedly at him, before the irritated scowl once again marred his face. "How come we have to work today, in this heat, while she is at home, relaxing?" he asked, leaning against the counter.

"She likes to torture us," Hunter said with a small shrug. "It's not like we work a lot when she's here. Payback."

Blake shook his head. "Whatever you say bro. But it's still not fair."

"I didn't say it was." Hunter shot back. They heard a clatter and looked to their left. Dustin scowled irritated at the bike, the tool he'd held in his hand seconds before now laying discarded on the table. Getting up, he walked over. "I give up." he declared grumpily.

"Welcome to the club." Hunter said with a small, sarcastic tone in his voice.

Dustin affectionally smacked the back of his head. "You need to work on your humor, dude." he said, leaning against the counter.

"I wasn't trying to be funny." Hunter said, but a small smile tugged his lips.

Blake rolled his eyes. "Lovebirds in their slightly unnatural habitat." he muttered.

"I'm not gay." Hunter protested. "And if I was, there would be nothing happening. We're friends, nothing more."

Dustin knew Hunter only said it to get his brother of his back, but it hurt. But he put up a facadè, and nodded. "Yup. Friends, nothing more. And I'm not gay either."

Blake tried to stifle a laugh, but failed miserably. "If you say so." Stiffling another laugh, he walked to the alcove to talk to the other rangers...but mostly to cool off. But as he left, he left Hunter and Dustin in a pretty awkward silence.

"So, errm..." Hunter said, looking anywhere but at Dustin.

"Uhm, yeah..." Dustin said, averting his eyes so he didn't have to look at Hunter. "I guess I should..just...I...uh...see you later, dude!" He quickly walked back to the half dissembled bike, trying to keep from blushing.

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Dean stopped his car, and got out of it. He looked around. "Are you sure we're at the right place?" he asked.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "When have I ever been wrong?" he wanted to know.

Dean stared at him with a completely straight face. "You seriously want me to answer that?"

"Ye...no, never mind." Sam scratched his neck. "But yeah, this is the right place. Maybe we should just start by asking someone about what's been going on?"

Dean shook his head. "Right. 'Excuse me, have you noticed any strange pissed of spirits killing people of around here?' Dude, who's gonna believe that?"

Sam rolled his eyes. "Smartass."

"Bite me."

"I'd rather not."

Dean sighed. "Okay. Alright, fine, let's ask someone if they've seen weird things happening." He looked around. "Who?"

There wasn't really anyone around, as far as they could see. Sam looked around. "Ehh..." His eyes landed on a store. "Let's start there." He nodded towards an extreme sports store.

"Arh, great," Dean rolled his eyes. "Just you would choose to start in an extreme sports shop. Fine, fine, whatever."

They walked towards the store, and walked in. A bell ringled as they stepped inside. Dean looked around...and felt really out of place, which was weird, considering he'd fit right in at a place like that...weirdly enough.

They walked over to the counter, where a blond, tall boy about twenty stood.

"Excuse me," Dean said, and the blonde looked up, icy blue eyes quickly looking them over.

"Have you seen anything weird around here?" Dean continued.

The blonde's eyebrows narrowed in confusion. "What kind of weird?" he wanted to know.

"You know...weird deaths, persons appearing and in the next second disappearing..." He could feel Sam's eyeroll behind him.

The blonde frowned slightly. "Not really," he said. "I mean, I've heard about a few deaths happening lately, but..."

Dean slowly nodded. "Do you know anyone who might've seen something?"

The blonde shook his head. "No. Sorry."

Dean nodded. "That's okay. Just thought we should ask."

The blonde tossed them a suspicious look. "Who are you?" he wanted to know.

"My name's Lex Luthor," Dean answered. "This is my partner Clark Kent." He grinned at the blonde, while raising his eyebrows.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Quit the bullshit. Who are you, and what do you want?"

"Fine," he said. "Partypooper." he added in a mutter. "I'm Dean, this is Sam. We're investigating the deaths happening around here."

The blonde nodded, still a bit suspicious. "Well, you could ask others around here. But I don't know anything." Dean and Sam nodded, turning and walking towards the door.

Sam hit Dean. "Come on, you have to admit that was funny!" Dean protested.

"Yeah, I almost died of laughter." Sam rolled his eyes. Dean sighed exasperated. His little brother really needed a sex life or something – fast.

He grabbed Sam's sleeve and dragged him over to another person without warning. The brunet boy, looking about eighteen, looked up from the bike he was sitting by.

"Morning," Dean greeted cheerily. "We're..." Sam nudged him. Dean rolled his eyes. "I'm Dean, this is Sam. We want to ask you a few questions."

"Uh, nice to meet you..." the brunet said. "I'm Dustin. And sure, just fire away."

Dean was about to speak up, but Sam stopped him. "My turn to ask the questions." That basically meant 'shut up'. They both noticed the boy's, Dustin's, strange look.

"Uh..." Sam said. "Have you seen anything weird going on around this town for the past two weeks?"

Dustin thought for a second. "You mean with these strange deaths all over?" Sam and Dean nodded. Dustin slowly nodded. "Uh, well, my neighbor did die...drowned."

A sad look replaced the thoughtfull one in his eyes. "But I didn't hear anything. And there was no unusual activities... but the lights kept flickering on and off."

Dean and Sam looked at each other, both thinking the same; demon.

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So, what do you think? Bad, good? Should I continue? I have plenty of ideas, so...yup, lol.