Authors Note:

As much as I'd like to *and probably to the relief of the brothers*, I do not own Sam or Dean or any part of Supernatural :P Eric Kripke is the true genius behind this epic show!

But I do own Jadell Lang and Brittany XD This story is completed on my deviantART (DITTOFAN04) page, so I will do my best to upload it all here

This story is based in my hometown as well ;D

Summary: Sam and Dean travel to a small town in Ohio after learning about a brutal murder of a local girl. It seems like the tiny suburb holds a secret that the boys never expected to find out about.

Sam looked up upon hearing a knock at his bedroom door, which opened soon. Dean stuck his head in.

"So, find out anything, Mr. Geek?" he asked teasingly.

Sam chuckled and shook his head.

"Just a bit of how this town was founded," he responded, "what about you?"

"I drove around for a bit, and I did discover something." Dean came all the way into the room, closing the door behind him.

Sam and Dean had found vacancy at the Canal House Bed and Breakfast located on the outskirts of town. Dean was ecstatic to discover that the place served a delicious breakfast every morning. It was also fortunate that the Winchesters were also able to get their own room. The Canal House had only three bedrooms up for vacancy, but there was no way either brother was going to share a twin-sized bed with one another. They loved each other more than anything in the world (well, Sam sometimes wondered if Dean cared about the Impala more than him, but he highly doubted it), but they didn't want to share a single, small bed. It was bad enough that some people had thought that they were gay lovers, though sometimes Dean went along with it, just to spite his baby brother.

"Really, what did you find?" Sam asked, sitting back in his chair. His Dell Inspiron laptop sat open in front of him where he had been scoping the net for anything about the tiny town of Canal Fulton and it's creepy warehouse since their chat with Jadell 3 hours ago.

"There was another murder about an hour ago," Dean answered as he sat down on Sam's bed.

"Another teenager?"

"Nope. This time it was a local police officer, Marco Lorenzo. His body was found in the basement after his co-workers realized he hadn't returned from his shift. But a tell-tale blood streak was found in the elevator shaft and ran the entire length down to the basement floor. His whole body looked as if someone or something had dropped a steam roller on top of him."

"Ew." Sam fought not to imagine such a grotesque scene.

"Yeah," Dean agreed, "it seems as if this town isn't as quiet as it seems. There's something fishy going on around here. And I'll go back to Hell again before we give up on solving this mystery."

"Dean, when do we ever give up?" Sam pointed out.

Dean nodded. "Touche, little bro. So, what did you find?"

Sam put his chair back down on all fours and looked back at his laptop.

"Nothing much. Canal Fulton used to be a part of a series of villages that were created during the construction of the canal from 1826 to 1836, the first being Fulton. During that time, James Lathrop and William Christmas -"

Dean snorted. "Christmas?"

"-laid out the village on May 16, 1826," Sam continued, ignoring his brother's remark, "Two bridges connected Fulton to its neighboring village, Milan. By 1830, Fulton had three warehouses, two taverns, two stores, seven dwelling houses, and forty inhabitants. 'Canal' was prefixed to Fulton in 1832. In 1953, Canal Fulton, West Fulton, and Milan merged into one community."

"As interesting as that sounds, Brainiac, how about something about the warehouse?" Dean said, trying and failing to absorb all the information that was suddenly thrown at him. Holding knowledge like that was never his strong suit.

Sam closed his laptop and shook his head, making some of his long locks of brown hair fall into his eyes. Dean had always nagged him to get a haircut, but Sam refused to.

Dean sighed.

"I guess this means a return trip back to that creepy place?" Sam noticed he looked a bit uneasy about the idea.

"Maybe not," Sam said, "Jadell told me that the owners of the warehouse didn't live too far from it. So I suggest we go ask them about the place and see what they can tell us."

"If they're willing to tell us anything," Dean pointed out.

"Like you said before, Dean. I'm pretty sure they wouldn't say 'no' to a couple of FBI agents."

Dean chuckled and patted Sam on the shoulder. "Proud of ya, Sammy. You're becoming less and less of a girl, though you still are one," he added with a wink.

"Yeah, screw you," Sam smiled.

Dean stood up and headed back to the door.

"G'nite, Samantha." he said before leaving, barely missing being hit by an airborne pillow.

I adore the brotherly love between Sam and Dean so much, I want to cry every time they have a bonding momet ;w; So of course I sneak one in here XD