Disclaimer – I don't own anything to do with Supernatural...it all belongs to Eric Kripke and co...

A/N – I don't know the geography of America that well so if I make any errors please let me know and I'd be entirely grateful if anyone could help me with that.

Chapter One – On the Road Again...

"I think I've found something," the taller of the Winchester brothers exclaimed, holding out a folded newspaper. Numerous pen marks were scrawled around the sides of the articles. One in particular, however, was circled heavily.

"Found what?" Dean Winchester said between mouthfuls. He was hungry and cheese burgers were his fuel of choice. He was also slightly distracted but not by any of the usual things that distracted him. The waitress, for instance, he knew that she had made eyes at him but it didn't register. He knew that she was good looking but still. Shaking these thoughts out of his mind he turned his attention back to Sam.

Sam sighed. "A case, Dean. I've found us a case."

"Lay it on me," Dean replied, taking another bite of the burger, ignoring the looks he was getting from an elderly lady across the diner. He wasn't there to eat daintily.

"Well, according to the news report a kid went into a house on a dare but never came out. There was a girl there who swears that the house ate him," Sam explained, arching an eyebrow, awaiting Dean's reply.

"So the kid just ran off and the girl had a bad trip," Dean said, knowing that Sam wouldn't bring him something that simple.

"I'd agree with you if it wasn't for the fact that he's not the first to disappear around that house."

Dean waited. He knew that Sam had definitely found something and he would get to it in his own time. It was one of Sam's many quirks. He glanced at the article, his focus going to the grainy black and white photo of a kid, probably not even eighteen. Light hair and a cocky grin wearing a lettered jacket. Jock he thought to himself.

Sam smiled wryly. "Okay, in the last four years seven people have disappeared. Five of which were last seen going into that house. What's stranger is that when people search the house there is never any trace of anyone ever being in there but, everyone who has been in the house swears that there is someone watching them."

"That's a start, Sammy, but you have to have more than a few people getting scared by their own shadows to get me interested." Dean watched as Sam frowned before pausing to collect his thoughts.

"I'm working on it. The place isn't too far from here, so, maybe..." He left it hanging.

"Maybe we can mosey along and check it out?" Dean finished for him.

"Well, yeah. We haven't heard anything from Cas in a while and we may as well carry on hunting," Sam said. "I mean, there's no point in just waiting around for either of them to convince us."

Dean nodded in agreement. "Right. Let's check it out." If anything, it was a perfect excuse to get moving again.

He stood abruptly and chucked enough money on the table to cover their bill. Nodding his head at the lady who had been glaring at him he quietly made his way out of the diner. He was careful to study all the vehicles parked in the lot; after years of military like training, he was constantly on high alert. Even more so now that they not only had demons but angels after them as well.

"So, where is this place?" He asked as they both walked towards the Impala.

"Close to the Canadian border in Michigan. About two hours away." Sam informed him as he stowed his laptop in the back of the Impala.

Dean just nodded as he slid into the driver's seat. He would never tell anyone how important that car was in keeping his sanity in check. It was a part of his family and a part of him. Even now, knowing that the apocalypse was just around the corner, sitting behind the wheel of his 'baby' made things a little more bearable.

Dean wasn't big on looking back over his life experiences. He was never one to dwell but a lot had happened to him in the last few years that he couldn't help seeing how much everything had changed and how often he wished things could stay the same. Sparing a quick glance at his brother as he started the Impala he realised how true that last statement was.

Sam was hunched in his seat, flicking through their dad's journal. Every time Dean saw that familiar handwriting a feeling of hurt flickered through him. He knew that his dad had done everything for a reason but there were still times, especially now, that he would wish that he had no knowledge of what was really out there. And, now that angels had been added to the mix...well...

"There's nothing in dad's journal," Sam said after ten minutes of flicking through the pages.

Dean grunted. "Not too unusual. He went a lot of places but he didn't go everywhere." He pulled out onto the road, leaving Sam to consult the maps. After years of driving up and down the numerous roads he found it comforting watching them stretch out in front of him. They changed but were often more reliable than most people that he knew.

After a familiar silence invaded the Impala, Dean absently flicked on the radio before inserting one of many tapes he had strewn about the car. Familiar rock music blared from the speakers and he smiled as Sam winced at the choice of music. He thought his little brother would be used to this music. After all, they had been almost living in the vehicle for five years.

Within a few minutes Dean was amused to see Sam's fingers start tapping out the beat after his initial annoyance at the music. Maybe he was having an effect on him after all he mused to himself.

"So, what else do you know about this haunted house?" Dean asked, turning the music down a fraction.

"Well, that's the thing. There is no record of anyone dying in the house, near the house, or even connected to the house. There is something else that's a bit strange."

"Yeah?"

"Well, there are no records of when the house was built. It's almost as if it has always been there," Sam supplied as he leafed through the newspaper he had in his hands. It was one that Dean didn't recognise so that meant it was probably a local paper rather than national.

"What do you mean no records?" Sam had succeeded in piquing his interest now and he only wished he would get straight to the point.

"Just that. No one knows who built the house. According to the newspaper, most people think the house has always been there."

"It has to have been built by someone. Houses don't just appear over night," Dean said, almost biting his tongue at that last statement. In their line of work anything could be possible.

"I realise that, Dean, I'm just reporting what's been reported," Sam said, letting a little of his irritation slip into his voice.

Dean opened his mouth to reply when a phone rang, barely audible under the sound of the stereo. He turned the radio down while Sam tried to find out which phone was ringing.

"Try the glove compartment," Dean offered, not taking his eyes of the road.

"Huh, that's odd," Sam said after a moment.

"What's odd?" Dean spared a glance at his brother.

"None of these phones were ringing."

Dean didn't say anything for a moment but he was getting a very strange feeling in his stomach. Slowing the Impala he pulled over to the side of the road. Digging around in his pocket he pulled out his phone and double checked it. He always had it set to ring and vibrate in case he didn't hear it. Checking the display to see if he'd had any missed calls he started slightly when the phone began to ring in his hands.

"It's an unknown number," Dean said.

"Well, are you going to answer it?"

Flicking open the phone he held it up to his ear...

A/N – sorry to leave you hanging. I have to do some more essay work now...I'd much rather be doing this. Comments welcome...please share your thoughts on my dialogue...I felt it was a bit forced in places...was wondering what you all thought...