It was a beautiful Sunday morning. The sun was shining, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky, and Bobby Singer was running for his life. The demon he had been hunting had got the drop on him, but only managed to disarm him before Bobby fled the hotel he was staying at. He stumbled madly through the trees, clutching at the wound on his shoulder. The shirt was torn, little plaid strips of string were littering the ground behind him as he ran. Bobby was furious. This was his favorite shirt.

"Come out and play hunter!" The demon called in a high pitched voice. It was residing in the body of a middle aged woman.

The voice gave Bobby an idea. He let go of the wound, allowing the blood to trickle down his arm and over his fingers. Gathering as much of it as he could on his finger tips he ran toward the nearest flat rock and started to draw. Once his trap was laid he shredded a nearby bush, sprinkling the leaves over it in an attempt to cover it up.

"You can't run forever!" The voice was much closer now. Bobby groaned and tried to wrap his arm back up, leaning against a nearby tree for support. "Found you!"

The demon appeared behind him, her face twisted with glee. Bobby let out a surprised yelp, and took a step backwards, purposely tripping over the rock. He landed with a grunt and tried to back up, so the demon would step onto the trap.

"You hunters are so cute." The she demon growled, taking a step forward. Come on, one more Bobby thought. "With your little guns. Did you think you could kill me?" She raged, and then stepped onto the rock.

"Yep." Said Bobby triumphantly, getting to his feet. The demon raised her host's eyebrow and tried to take another step forward. Suddenly she found her self trapped. "You think you're so special, but all you demons are exactly the same. Stupid."

"What did you-" The demon gasped as Bobby started the exorcism chant. She started to scream and writhe and threw her head back as a cloud of black smoke escaped into the sky. Bobby jumped forward and caught the woman from falling as she went limp. His arm hurt to much to carry her, but they were in a public park, she would know where she was when she awoke.

Bobby firmly tied a wrap around his arm once he was at the car and had his medical supplies. He tossed the shot gun he had retrieved into the trunk with a snort. He had been kinda stupid to bring that one on this particular hunt. Bobby was just glad that he could head on to the next town now that- he sighed. There was a second job here, some small haunting he had promised to look into.

Bobby stared at his dwindling supply of rock salt. He almost wanted to close his truck and call it a day. If his friend was right they were violent, but not deadly ghosts. A real easy job. Bobby wanted to call someone else in, to leave Florida but he knew it would be pointless. Some new family had just moved in, and waiting for someone else could hurt them.

"Welp." He sighed. "Looks like I have one more hunt to do." And he closed the trunk.

There was a loud knock at the door. "I'll get it!" Dean shouted. Sam was upstairs on the computer, and Castiel was still asleep. Tonight they would wake him and try to deal with the problem on their own. Sam had gathered a few iron things they could use as weapons, and had lined the bedrooms with salt.

A tall man in a tan jumpsuit was waiting for him at the door. Dean had never seen a suit like that before, but it had a picture of a dead ant and a brand name on it, so it wasn't hard to figure out what the man was there for. "Hello, is your mom or dad home?" The man asked.

"No." Dean replied without even thinking.

The man awkwardly lifted a scanner in his hand. "Well I'm supposed to check the house for bugs today. Is it alright if I come in?"

"I guess." Dean leaned back, swinging the door out wide. He racked his brain, trying to remember if their dad had mentioned anything about an exterminator coming today. Dean was just coming to the conclusion that no one was supposed to come over that day when the scanner started to beep. The exterminator looked down at it with a frown and held it up.

"Bugs?" Dean asked suspiciously.

The man followed the beeping upstairs. "Yeah something like that." He muttered.

"Dean?" Sam called from his room. "Is someone here?" He stepped into the hall and froze. A small bit of salt trailed behind him. The man looked down at the white powder and then up at Sam.

"So, you two are hunting the ghosts too?" He asked, leaning back on his heels and putting the scanner away. The brothers looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

Finally Sam spoke up. "So what if we are? Are you going to help us?" He asked, leaning against the door. "Who are you anyway?"

"My name's Bobby. I'm a hunter." The man said. "But it looks like you two have already done a bit of the work. Salt won't work well if you keep walking in and out of the room. You're messing up the line and it won't keep nothing out if it has breaks in it. How have you boys kept the ghosts at bay with shotty workmanship like that?"

"We have-" Dane started, before his brother gave him a look. "Good luck." Dean finished quickly.

"I guess so" Bobby agreed "Have you done any research at all? Do you know how to get rid of the ghosts?"

"Well, we read that you can burn the bodies, but when I went to see where they were buried I found that the couple had been cremated." Sam frowned. "Is there another way to get rid of them?"

"There must be something." Bobby "And we need to search the whole house to find it."