Coffee

The crows cry echoed through the woods as the sun rose up from the horizon. But Sam paid no attention to it. His face hidden behind the silver welding mask, he held the metal tool that looked like a screwdriver, in his hand, and turned a screw a bolt on the large contraption in front of him. The screwdriver screamed against the metal, sparks flying onto his mask. His empty coffee cup sat on in the corner of the table, almost teetering over the edge. But the inventor paid no heed, too busy having woken up early that morning and gotten straight back to work.

This contraption was what he had spent the last seven months sweating and bleeding over. This invention was going to help the people of the Northern town. It would initially create a plume of warming natural mist that would zero in on the snow that took over the town, heat it up and help with the dwindling irrigation process. Hopefully the people of the Northern town would go back to the way they had been before.

They had been so prosperous before the constant snow. The people were wonderful, happy and the town was famous for its farm lands that grew all sorts of foods. But once the snow hit all those years ago, the farms morphed into tundra. With no own farmed food, and all of their money going into importing, the people became haggard and depressed.

Sam had taken it on himself to have his next greatest invention help the people of the Northern town. And this invention, the one he had spent months and months and months working on would be it.

He only had one more night to make sure his invention worked. He'd had to go to the invention convention in the Northern town to complete it and present it. If everything was successful, then he could sell it and make a lot of money, enough for him and his brother to live happily.

"Mornin' Sammy," Dean's voice drifted through the large garage space.

Sam pulled the steel welding mask from his face and looked up to his brother. Dean was standing by the door, dressed in his usual shirt and sleep shorts and robe and he held a coffee cup in his hand, the coffee steaming. But upon closer look, Sam saw that Dean looked exhausted, his eyes were red and his face was sullen.

"What happened?" He asked, placing his screwdriver down. "Did you not get any sleep?"

"Huh? Oh…" Dean seemed out of it, but he leaned back on the work bench, looking out into the distance. A smirk suddenly rose to his lips. "You'll never guess what I did last night,"

Sam rolled his eyes, recognising that look of ecstatic enthusiasm on his brothers face. He had come back home rather late, Sam had heard the heavy clang of the bunker doors late into the night, followed by Dean muttering something, and walking to the kitchens to heat something that smelled suspiciously like Ellen's roast. He prayed Dean would be nice enough to leave some for him, Ellen's food was to die for. Sam had gone back to sleep, knowing his brother was home.

That smirk on his brothers' face now could only mean one thing. He had probably gotten laid last night.

He slid the welding mask back onto his face and got back to work. "Finally drink yourself into a stupor and succumb to Lisa's advances?"

He could hear Dean gagging in the corner at the thought. "That ain't ever happening."

Sam didn't understand why Dean was like this with Lisa. She was hot, like really beautiful with her long hair and gorgeous face. She wasn't really Sam's ideal girl, but Dean was the kind of guy who flirted with anyone, and this girl was throwing herself at him, and yet he didn't even talk to her.

Was Dean hiding something?

"Then what?" He asked, intrigued.

"I went to that mysterious place." Dean murmured, his eyes getting that faraway look again, his lips stretched into a small smile. What had happened to him? What had he seen?

Dean had been obsessed with that place ever since they had driven passed it all those months back. Sam's inventions always went to the conventions and market places in the Northern town, so they would drive there at least once a week. Dean would always slow down a little as they passed the tall stone walls, and just stare up at the stone, his eyes getting that far away look. But once he got his fill, he'd speed up and drive along the dirt path road.

To think Dean finally stopped and stared, instead of just checking it out while driving passed. It was a great, yet perturbing, experience for Sam to see.

"There was this big house," Dean went on to explain, trying to remember everything he had seen. His phone was too far away, charging in his room. He instead sought to tell Sam what he saw. He could always show the pictures later. Sam slid his mask up as Dean continued to talk. "It was like a castle and the gardens around it were amazing, he was so beautiful,"

Sam smirked at the awe filled look his brother was giving. But then he paused.

"He?"

"I dunno man, there's someone living in there." Dean shrugged his shoulders, remembering the picture he saw of the silken white man with those enchanting blue eyes. "Dude was whiter than a ghost, but he had really pretty blue eyes, I took a picture…wait here, I'll show you,"

Sam watched as Dean placed his coffee cup on the table, next to Sam's, and made his way out of the garage and back to his room. Sam returned to his work while he waited. A few moments later, Dean reemerged into the garage, holding his phone in his hand, swiping through the pictures. Sam was excited, he wanted to see these lush gardens.

"Oh." Dean couldn't find any of the pictures, no pictures of the gardens, of the castle, of that creature, of those eyes. It was like they had completely disappeared. "Where-?"

Sam shook his head. Fine, so Dean saw a garden, but this story about a ghost man. No one lived in that old, decrepit house. Everything about that house screamed "danger", no one had ever scaled those walls. Everyone just assumed it was an abandoned lot. No one had seen anyone enter or leave the plot for decades.

"Dean, you sure you didn't just get drunk at Ellen's?" He asked, reaching for his cup of coffee, seeing it was empty, he grimaced.

Dean growled, swiping back and forth on his phone, trying to look for the picture that Sam was sure wasn't there. "I'm telling you the truth!"

Sam sucked in a deep breath. He picked up his sparking screwdriver and returned to his invention, he had to complete this by tonight, and listening to Dean's drunken memories, however enjoyable they were, was just not something he should be focusing on now. "Dean, that place is decrepit, there are no gardens, or a castle, there is nothing there."

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "And you know this how?"

"Two words," Sam muttered, "Google maps."

The grumbling silence from Dean made Sam put the screwdriver back down, lift his mask and get up from his seat. He reached over to his phone and pulled up the maps app, typing in the location, which he knew by heart because of his big brother, he showed Dean the aerial image of the large lot. That's what it was, it was an empty lot. There was nothing there but weeds and a few broken ruins of what may have been a house a long time ago.

"No…no, Sammy. I'm serious." Dean said, taking the phone from Sam's hands and checking the satellite image. But it was all green terrain. No, this couldn't be. "There really is a house there. Look, here they had the fountain with the flowers…and this place there was a balcony. And the starry feather."

Sam quirked an eyebrow. A starry feather?

Dean growled, throwing Sam's phone back at him. "Damn it Sam, I was not drunk, I only had one beer after I saw the place!"

"Alright Dean," Sam let out a sigh. Maybe...maybe Dean was right. He wouldn't create such an elaborate story, no matter how drunk he might have been - and Sam had seen four of the six pack bottles of beer in the fridge. Maybe Dean had one before, and one with dinner. He wouldn't go through two six packs, Ellen wouldn't let him.

So, maybe there was something there? Something secret, like a government conspiracy. Or an off grid safe house?

"I believe you." He said finally.

Dean seemed pleased.

Sam turned to his invention and let out a sigh, there was nothing more he could do about that now, and he had only today to complete it. The rest would be done at the inventors convention itself. If he sold this baby, they would make enough money to settle down and live happily.

"You wanna help me lug this thing into the car?"

Dean looked up to the large dome shaped invention and nodded, sliding his phone into his pocket, he helped Sam heft the large contraption onto the back of their large truck bed. Dean threw a sheet of tarp over it and secured it onto the truck. Sam packed up the essential tools and materials he thought he'd need in the Northern town.

After a hefty breakfast, that consisted of Ellen's famous roast. The brothers returned back to the garage. Dean helped Sam into the truck, making sure his baby brother had everything he needed for the long drive.

He hated not being able to go with Sam this time, but work called, that god damn Lincoln was on rush order, his boss, Bobby, had asked him to get everything done as soon as possible, and that meant that he had to go to work in an hour. But he was kind of jealous that Sam would get to pass the castle, because that castle was there, regardless of what those stupid maps said. He just wanted to get another glimpse at those flowers, and those blue eyes...

"You gonna be okay by yourself?" Sam asked, breaking Dean out of his revere.

"Yeah, yeah, just…be careful alright?" Dean pressed the button to the doors of the garage, watching as they lifted up, showing the sun high in the open air.

"I'll keep my GPS on," Sam said with a smirk, revving the car. Dean did one last check on the invention in the back, making sure it was secure and tapped the truck's side. "I'll call you when I get there,"

Dean nodded, and watched as his brother made his way out of the bunker and on the open dirt road. Closing the bunkers garage doors with a clang, he reached for his and Sam's cups, praying Sam would get to the Northern town and that his invention was received with open arms.

He suddenly had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Well uh-oh!
Where'd the pictures go? Was Dean really just making everything up?

According to the original story, shit is about to go DOWN!