Hi all! Well, this is kind of a short-ish chapter. I was itching to write something tonight with a bit of humour and this is what popped into my head in about five minutes. My heartfelt apologies because it is quite possible that this chapter sucks. I do hope however that it is at least mildly entertaining and I do plan to write a longer chapter within the next week (fingers crossed). As always I want to send out a HUGE thank you to each of you who has taken a moment to read this... and to those who take the time to review THANKS SO MUCH!

"Well, I guess I'll have to keep my talking to a minimum then huh?"

"Not fricken funny dude."

"Come on, it's a little funny. Well, okay, maybe not. But you seem to have your green daggers honed in on me and it's making me a bit on the nervous side. So sue me if I was trying to relieve the tension a bit. Let's not forget that little comment about wanting to shut me up.

"What? Oh right, um, sorry Sam, I didn't mean that. You know that don't you? We're still good right?"

"Of course we are man. I know it wasn't you talking but it still scares the shit out of me."

"Yeah, I'm with you there bro. Welcome aboard the 'some spirit messin' with my brain train'. Just be careful okay. You never know, I may just decide to try and scoop out your eyeballs with this innocent looking teaspoon here."

"Oh, okay, could have done without the visual on that one. How are you feeling?"

"Me? I'm fine of course."

"Uh huh. What about your uninvited guest?"

"Well, I seem to be alone in here at the moment but I ain't entirely sure that's a good thing."

"I think you're probably right. So, let's get the location of his grave and burn this sack of shit before it gets too crowded in that skull of yours again. Sound good?"

"Hallelujah Sammy. And really, exactly how long does it take someone with such slender and nimble girlish type fingers to type in that creepazoid's name anyway?"

"Wow, were you being sarcastic just now? Hard to believe I was actually starting to miss that. And, yes, I am pressing enter. Right. Now."

"Waiting. And waiting. Come on Sam, what is the damn hold up over there?"

"Just chill for a second. Hang on, it's coming up. Oh. Shit."

"What? What's the matter?"

"Um..."

"What does it say? And don't say nothing Sam because your eyes have widened up in a totally unnatural and creepy cartoonish kind of way."

He knows you are going to crack. Just listen. He is about to talk to you like you have the mental capacity of a walnut.

"Shit. Party pooper. Damn it. You again. Why don't you shut the hell up freak... Relax, not talking to you Sam, I said freak not geek. Thought you were gone Dougie, but it doesn't matter, not long now and you are gonna fry. I will really enjoy taking the match to you... Payback's a bitch you mother..."

Ha, that's a good one Dean-ie. Why don't you let geek boy over there finish what he started telling you. I don't know if you have noticed or not but he is looking at you like you have just grown another head. He thinks you are crazy. I bet he thinks you made this up. That you are just talking to yourself. That there isn't any spirit or ghost. Just you, slowly losing what little sanity you had left.

"Not listening... not listening to you. You are not going to turn me against him. You won't. YOU HEAR ME?"

"Dean, come back to me bro, just concentrate on me okay?"

Way to make yourself look even crazier Dean. I hardly have to work at all.

"Bite me you undead bastard. Sam, time to get this show on the road. What does it say? Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Dean, I'm not staring at you."

Typical. Now he thinks you are paranoid...

"We'll figure it out. There has to be another connection to him somewhere. Don't freak out alright?"

"So help me Sam, if you don't start talking I am going to kick the shit of you right here in the middle of this piece of crap diner! Don't think I won't do it. I know you think I can't handle it, whatever it is. But I mean come on, I have handled a lot worse things than whatever that screen is telling you about this loser. God, why do you always do this? And, please, before you say it, this IS me talking! OKAY? Now what gives?"

...and delusional...

You have every right and reason to be pissed off Dean.

"Shut the hell up ass clown! I don't need you to help fight my battles for me, I am not some stupid bastard who you can walk all over. Christ, what is it with the people in my life? No one thinks I am smart enough to handle..."

Why does he ALWAYS keep things from you?

"Tell me what the hell is going on right now Sam!"

"Okay, okay... um... I just... we have a problem."

Well duh.

"No shit Captain Obvious! Care to let me in on what the colossal conundrum is? The one that has cut your damn tongue out?"

Woah...good one. Touche again. Maybe it's time for me to just sit back and enjoy the ride. Don't worry, I'll jump in if you get off track but I think you are ready to venture out on your own.

"Okay Dean. Just relax, of course I'm gonna tell you. It's just.. shit... The dude we are looking for? Well, looks like he wasn't buried after all."

"What? WHAT?"

Wait for it. Wait for it.

"Cremated Dean. The guy was cremated."

TBC.. Please come back for more, I promise the next chapter will be mucho better! :)