I am honestly going to finish this…I always have such a problem with ending stories, but I think I have this figured out, and I cannot apologize enough for this extensive delay; it's ridiculous really, but I'm back and here we go with chapter 10! (I don't own much of anything, much less supernatural, although I do, naturally, own the dvds).

Chapter 10: the professionals

On the way to Monty's house, Sam sat in silent apprehension and tried to think about all the reasons that he and Dean shouldn't be doing this. All the warnings they'd received, the feeling of dread hanging over them; they should just get the hell out of there. He glanced over at Dean, who was bobbing his head to the radio and tapping a hand against the steering wheel.

"Will you react to the situation we're in please"

"Huh?"

"You're acting like we're on a happy-go-lucky road trip to Wallyworld instead of being in imminent danger."

"Imminent?! I think that's a slight overreaction."

"Not at all. Either we're in trouble with this fog and Monty and FBI ghosts, or we're in trouble with Jenny's ghost. It's a classic lose-lose situation."

"Just try to relax, listen to the soothing sounds of Enter Sandman, and above all, breathe."

"Breathing and Metallica are not going to help."

"They do me"

"Well, that's you, I need a bit more than that"

"Sam, look, we've been through worse than this. Lots worse. Remember the water demons when we were kids? Now, that was a bad situation. This is child's play."

"Yea, well now I have a feeling about this; plus Dad was there with the whole water demon thing"

There was a silence as each thought of their father and how he'd bailed them out of various situations, teaching them along the way.

"We can do this" Dean broke the silence, speaking steadily and with conviction.

Sam took a deep breath. "Yea, we can", he said, and was surprised to find that he meant it. It was amazing what a memory could do. He could almost feel Dad's strength in him, helping his confidence in his own abilities.

"We're here" Dean said. "Is it just me, or does this place remind you of the Munster's house? I didn't wanna say anything last time we were here, but it's just creepy."

"Are you serious?"

"Well, yea, look at it. It's huge, old, and shrouded in fog. Plus, Monty bears an uncanny resemblance to Herman."

Sam chuckled. "Well maybe a bit. But the address is all wrong. 5617 Sunnydale lane, not 1313 Mockingbird lane"

"Sunnydale, that's hilarious. Speaking of sun, have you noticed, it's never here? It's not cloudy exactly, but the sun's not out."

"With this place, I'm not surprised."

Sam led the way up to the door and with a shaking finger, rang the bell.

A pretty blond woman answered the door, and it was like someone had flicked Dean's on switch. He shoved his brother off to the side, and smiled as big a grin as he could manage.

"Well, hello there, I'm agent Butler, and this is agent O' Hara. How are you doing today?"

"I'm alright, thanks, how can I help you?"

"We're looking for Monty, is he around? We need to borrow him for a bit"

"I'm sorry, he's not. He left about a half-hour ago. He said something about needing to go to the college. He seemed a little out of it, not quite himself. I think he's still shocked about poor Jenny."

"I'm sure he is", Dean said with a glance at Sam. "We'll just head up there then."

"Is he in trouble or something?"

"No, we just had some questions, is all, nothing major". Again, Sam thought, not very FBI like, but then again, neither of them looked the part either. Old, ratty jeans and t-shirts were not exactly regulation FBI wear. He was surprised the girl didn't see right through them.

"Thank you very much for your time", Dean said, the smile still plastered on his face.

Sam turned and started to walk away. He was down the steps when he realized he was still alone. He turned and saw his brother still rooted to the spot, talking with the girl. He sighed and walked back up the steps, grabbed Dean's jacket and gave it a good yank.

Caught off guard, Dean was propelled backward, knocking him against Sam, who was on the edge of the small porch. The force sent them both to the ground, tangled up in each other in the tall grass.

Sam groaned inwardly. If she had actually thought they were FBI, surely she no longer did. But she wasn't saying anything.

"Get off me!" Dean yelled, and Sam complied, rubbing his shoulder, which had hit something sticking out of the ground.

"I know I've said a million times since we've been here, but I need to say it again-FOCUS!" He brushed himself off and offered a hand to Dean, pulling him to his feet.

His brother looked back up at the porch to find the girl still there and hiding a snicker behind her hand. He smiled at her again, wished her a good day, and, finally, followed Sam to the car.

"Oh, wait, one more thing", he said suddenly.

"What, did you forget to get her number?"

"No, already got it, something else."

He went up to her and said something. She looked puzzled and shook her head. Dean nodded and jogged back to the car.

"You know, we're supposed to be FBI."

"Yea, so?"

"Well, FBI don't make idiots of themselves when they're on a job, and they certainly don't flirt with people like that."

"How do you know? And besides, you yanked me back. You could've tapped me on the shoulder or something like that. Talk about unprofessional"

"You're calling me unprofessional?! I don't believe this."

"Just drop it Sammy. You were right about one thing. We need to focus"

Silence as they calmed down. Then Sam recalled something.

"My shoulder hit something when we fell. Something hard, sticking out of the yard".

"Bones?"

"I'm thinkin' maybe".

"Let's check it out".

They got back out of the car, and walked over the flattened area in the grass where they'd fallen minutes before. Sam knelt in the spot where he'd hit and noticed a solid piece of bone sticking out of the ground.

"Yep, it's a bone".

"So make like Rover and dig it up".

"Why me?"

"Your discovery. I wouldn't dream of taking an ounce of credit. Besides, I don't wanna get dirt under my nails, I just showered".

Sam gave in and began digging. He pulled out a large bone that could have been a human humerus.

"I'd ask if the papers said anything about Jenny missing any body parts, but there weren't any papers for us to look at. Did you notice a missing arm on her ghost at all?"

Sam thought back. "No, I didn't, but I wasn't looking for it either. I was too busy being creeped out by her eyes and her threats".

"Yea, me too. It could be human. Did you take any bio in college?"

"I did, but not enough to know for sure where this bone came from. Looks human, but that doesn't necessarily mean it's from Jenny".

"It's too suspicious, though. Maybe there was something about it that would link Monty to the crime".

"On her arm?"

"Stranger things have happened. Maybe there was some of his blood on it or something, I don't know, or maybe he's just demented".

"Well, there's no sense keeping it". Sam put the bone back into the ground. Dean pulled it back out.

"We need to hang onto it, Sam. If it is Jenny's, we might have to burn it if things get out of control".

"You're right. Sorry, my mind was off somewhere else" What about the rest of her body? Shouldn't we find that in case we need to burn it?"

"No can do, no idea where she's buried because of the lack of papers around here. Plus, I haven't noticed a cemetery around, have you? The arm will have to do".

"You're right, no cemeteries that I've noticed, which only adds to the strangeness of this place".

Sam thought for a moment. "Maybe it's outside the town's borders".

"Possibly, but we don't the time to check it out. Focus Sammy".

"yea, yea, let's get out of here".

They headed back to the car, Sam carrying the bone as gingerly as if it were an ancient artifact. They climbed in and Dean started it up and they headed towards the fog covered college.

"Out of curiosity, when you went back to talk to the girl, what did you say to her?"

"I asked her if her name was Marilyn".

"What?"

"Ya know, Marilyn, the normal lookin chick on the Munsters".

"I know who Marilyn is, but I mean why?"

"I just couldn't resist man".

"You never can".

Well, there it is, and I apologize again for the wait. I hope people read and enjoy. Thank you in advance. ) Please review!