I don't own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I only own Isabeau and my own original characters.

Sam sits on the hood of the impala outside of an Oklahoma bar at night. He is reading a newspaper article and a minute later, Dean and Isabeau come outside. Dean is laughing and waving a wad of cash in the air. While Isabeau is smiling, clutching onto a wad of her own cash.

Sam looks up at them, "You know, we could get day jobs once in a while."

"Hunting's our day job. And the pay is crap." Dean says, counting his money.

"Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams? It's not the most honest thing in the world guys." Sam says.

Isabeau shrugs, shoving the wad of cash down her shirt and into her bra, "Need some way to make money. Can't keep pulling out from savings."

Dean chuckles at her before turning to Sam, "Well, let's see honest." He holds out one hand. "Fun and easy." He holds out the other, and gestures that 'fun and easy' outweighs 'honest'. "It's no contest. Besides, we're good at it. It's what we were raised to do."

Sam smiles, "Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked."

"Yeah, says you. We got a new gig or what?" Dean asks.

"Maybe." Sam gets off of the hood and walks to Dean and Isabeau. "Oasis Plains, Oklahoma - not far from here." He throws the newspaper on the impala. "A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob."

"Huh?" Dean looks at him confused.

Isabeau tilts her head, "Human mad cow disease?" She asked, not believing what she was hearing.

Dean puts his money away, "Mad cow? Wasn't that on Oprah?"

Sam is surprised, "You watch Oprah?" Isabeau smiles at Dean, she didn't want to say anything, but he watches many things that Sam doesn't know about.

Dean, embarrassed, can't think of anything to say, so he changes the topic, "So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?"

"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear. But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less." Sam explains to them.

Isabeau nods, "Okay, that's weird."

"Yeah. Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin' much nastier." Sam says.

Dean nods and claps his hands, "All right. Oklahoma. Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money."

They all get in the car and drive off.

They drove over to the Oklahoma Gas & Power Company building the next day. Dean, Isabeau and Sam get out of the car and approach Travis.

"Travis Weaver?" Sam asks.

Travis answers, "Yeah, that's right."

"Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?" Dean asks.

"Dustin never mentioned nephews or a niece." Travis says.

Isabeau smiles softly, "Really? Well, he sure mentioned you. He said you were the greatest."

Sam and Dean nod, "Yeah."

Travis smiles, "Oh, he did? Huh."

"Listen, we wanted to ask you... what exactly happened out there?" Dean asks.

Travis shakes his head and shrugs, "I'm not sure. He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh... by the time I got back…"

"What did you see?"

Travis shakes his head again, "Nothin'. Just Dustin."

"No wounds or anything?" Sam questions.

"Well, he was bleeding... from his eyes and his ears, his nose. But that's it." Travis responds.

"So you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?" Dean asks.

Travis shrugs, "I don't know. That's what the doctors are sayin'."

Isabeau shoves her hands in her pockets, "But if it was, he would've acted strange beforehand, like dementia, loss of motor control. You ever notice anything like that?"

Travis shakes his head, "No. No way. But then again, if it wasn't some disease, what the hell was it?"

"That's a good question." Dean says.

"You know, can you tell us where this happened?" Sam asks.

Travis nods,"Yeah."

A while later, Dean, Isabeau and Sam arrive at the scene of Dustin's death. The sinkhole is surrounded by police tape.

"Huh. What do you think?" Dean asks.

"I don't know. But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast." Sam says as they duck under the police tape and look into the hole with a flashlight.

"So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?" Isabeau asks.

"No, there'd be an entry wound. Sounds like this thing worked from the inside." Sam tells her. They crouch down, taking a closer look.

"Huh. Looks like there's only room for one." Dean turns off his flashlight and ducks under the police tap, "You wanna flip a coin?"

"Dean, we have no idea what's down there." Sam tells him.

"And how the hell are we going to do a three-way flip?" Isabeau asks him.

Dean picks up a nearby coil of rope, "Do it twice!" He says to Isabeau and then looks at Sam, "All right, I'll go if you're scared. You scared?" He asks him.

"Flip the damn coin." Sam says and Dean ducks the police tape again, standing next to them.

Dean chuckles and takes a coin out of his pocket, "All right, call it in the air... chicken."

He flips the coin, and Isabeau catches it in midair, "I'm going." She shoves the coin in her pocket.

"I said I'd go." Dean says.

"I'm going. Visions could help." Isabeau picks up the rope and begins tying it around her waist.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Dean asks, not liking the idea of her using that power again.

She nods, "Yeah, I mean, I've been practicing on little things. And if not, I could still get a few answers."

Sam nods, "You touch the earth and it'll tell you, right?"

Isabeau chuckles, and shakes her head, "Yeah, um, no. That only works on trees, grass, flowers; that type of nature. I can't talk to the actual ground or minerals. But, if there are a few bugs down there, I can get something."

Sam looks surprised, "Bugs?"

Isabeau nods, "Yep. Oh and don't drop me."

While Dean drives the impala, Isabeau has moved up front in between him and Sam and is examining a dead beetle in her hand. She could feel it's residing emotions. Anger. For such a small beetle, it was holding onto a lot of rage.

"So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground. That's shocking, Isabeau." Dean says sarcastically.

Isabeau sighs, "There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there. You know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it's usually dead meat, but-"

"How many did you find down there?" Dean interrupts, not wanting here more.

"Ten."

"It'd take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude's brain." Dean says.

"Well, maybe there were more." Isabeau says.

"I don't know, it sounds like a stretch to me."

Sam steps in, "Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before."

As they drive through town, they pass a sign for an open house, decorated with red balloons. Dean stares at it.

"What?" Sam asks.

"I know a good place to start." Dean reads another sign that reads, 'Models Open. New Buyers' BBQ Today!' "I'm kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how 'bout you?"

Sam gives him a knowing look. "What, we can't talk to the locals?" Dean asks.

"And the free food's got nothin' to do with it?" Sam smiles.

"Got me sold." Isabeau says with a smile.

"Of course not. I'm a professional." Dean says.

Sam doesn't believe him, "Right."

Isabeau scoffs, not relieving him either, "Bull."

They pull over, get out of the car and they begin walking down the street to the open house.

"Growin' up in a place like this would freak me out." Dean says to Sam and Isabeau with a chuckle.

"Why?" Sam asks.

Dean scoffs, "Well, manicured lawns, 'How was your day, honey?' I'd blow my brains out."

Sam shakes his head, "There's nothing wrong with 'normal'."

"I'd take our family over normal any day." Dean says.

Isabeau rolls her eyes, "You guys got my family. It ain't white picket fence. More like a cottage in the woods, and well," She chuckles, "Of course not completely normal."

Dean smiles, "There's where I'd make an exception."

Sam smiles to himself. He likes Isabeau's home. It was quiet, cute and a countryside way of living. Being surrounded by woods and being the only people for a couple miles sounded nice. He knew that was the only way Dean would settle down anywhere, and that was with Isabeau.

The idea was nice to him as well. Waking up every morning with no worries with the woman he loves. It sounds like a dream come true.

They approach the house and knock on the door. The homeowner answers, "Welcome."

Dean smiles, "This the barbeque?"

"Yeah, not the best weather, but... I'm Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are... ?" Larry introduces himself.

"Dean. This is Sam. And this is Isabeau." Dean introduces all three of them and they all shake hands with Larry.

"Sam, Dean, Isabeau, good to meet you. So, you three are interested in Oasis Plains?" Larry asks.

"Yes, sir." Dean says.

"Let me just say - we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, sexual orientation or… different kinds of relationships." Larry says, implying that the three were in a relationship.

Isabeau realizes what he is trying to say. She waits for Sam and Dean to say something, but neither of them did. Sam and Dean glance at each other, they don't know if they should say anything or not. They wished that was true, maybe they could play along just this once?

Isabeau shakes her head with a smile, if they wanted to play along, fine. Then she'll play along, "That's wonderful to hear Larry, but their father is getting on in years, and we're just lookin' for a place for him."

Sam and Dean smile to themselves; happy that Isabeau played along with the idea of the two of them being with her. It gave them some relief to know that Isabeau didn't care about being with more than one person. As if her being friends with benefits with fifteen of her best friends didn't give them confirmation on her being open to any kind of relationship.

Larry seems slightly flustered at the fact that Isabeau said that Sam and Dean were brothers and are in a relationship with her, "Great, great. Well, seniors are welcome, too. Come on in." He says with a smile and an encouraging wave.

Larry takes them outside to the backyard. There are lots of people walking around, chatting and eating.

"You said you were the developer?" Sam asks.

Larry nods, "Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels. And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We're the first family in Oasis Plains." They walk over to his wife, "This is my wife, Joanie."

"Hi there." Joanie greets them.

"Hi." Dean and her shake hands.

"Hi, nice to meet you."

"Sam, Isabeau and Dean." Larry introduces them.

Sam shakes her hand, "Sam."

"Isabeau." Isabeau shakes Joanie's hand with a smile.

"Pleasure." Joanie says.

Larry leans over to his wife, "Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses."

"Right." Joanie nods and they laugh.

"Boys, lady, will you excuse me?" Larry leaves.

"Don't let his salesman routine scare you. This really is a great place to live." Joanie smiles at them.

A very energetic woman approaches them, "Hi, I'm Lynda Bloome, head of sales."

Isabeau blinks at her enthusiasm, she was too energetic for her tastes and that smile looks absolutely forced.

Joanie gestures toward her, "And Lynda was second to move in. She's a very noisy neighbor, though." She leaves.

Lynda laughs, "She's kidding, of course. I take it you three are interested in becoming homeowners."

Dean purses his lips, "Well…"

"Y-yeah, well…" Sam stutters.

"Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, sexual orientation, or… different types of relationships." Lynda says.

Isabeau gives her a tight smile. She wasn't upset that people thought the three of them were together, but she didn't like that people just assumed.

Dean chuckles, "Right. Um... I'm gonna go talk to Larry. Okay, honey's?" He walks away, smacking Sam and Isabeau on their ass.

Isabeau tries to hold back a laugh as Sam looks back at Dean in shock at what he did, but turns back to Lynda and the three share an awkward silence.

Inside the house, Larry and Dean come downstairs, finishing a tour. "You've got three choices - carpet, hardwood, and tile." Larry tells Dean.

When they come down, Dean notices a jar full of bugs on a nearby table, "Whoa. Someone likes bugs."

Larry places his hands on his hips, "My son - he's into insects. He's very... inquisitive."

Dean nods with a hum. Isabeau said that she could talk to insects like she could nature. He wondered if she could talk to any other species.

Outside, Lynda is still talking to Sam and Isabeau. "Who can say "no" to a steam shower? I use mine everyday."

Sam gives her a tight smile, uninterested in what she was saying, "Sounds great."

While Lynda continues talking, Isabeau notices a tarantula crawling towards her hand, which is resting on a table. A few feet away, a teenage boy is watching excitedly.

"Excuse me." Isabeau pushes Lynda out of the way and picks up the spider, "Come here little guy."

"Friend. Keep safe."

Isabeau chuckles at the tarantula's words. Sam looks at her curiously as they bring it over to the teenage boy. Isabeau smiles, "Is this yours?"

He takes it from her, "You gonna tell my dad?"

"I don't know. Who's your dad?"

He scoffs, "Yeah, Larry usually skips me in the family introductions."

"Ouch. First name basis with the old man - sounds pretty grim." Sam says.

"Well, I'm not exactly brochure material."

"Well, hang in there. It gets better, all right? I promise." Sam reassures him.

"When?"

"Matthew." They turn to see Larry and Dean walking towards them. "I am so sorry about my son and his... pet." Larry says.

Isabeau frowns, "It's no bother. I quite like arachnids."

Matt softly smiles at Isabeau, appreciating that she called them by the correct terminology.

"Excuse us." Larry walks away with Matt.

Dean comes up to them and Sam scoffs, "Remind you of somebody?"

Dean looks over at Larry, who is yelling at Matt and he looks back at Sam, confused.

"Dad?" Sam says.

Dean shakes his head, "Dad never treated us like that."

Sam scoffs, "Well, Dad never treated you like that. You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don't remember?"

Isabeau rubs her eyes, "Oh boy." She whispers to herself. Brother fights was something she didn't get involved in.

"Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes, you were out of line." Dean says.

Sam scoffs again, "Right. Right, like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bowhunting."

"Bowhunting's an important skill."

Sam rolls his eyes, saying nothing.

Isabeau picks up a white napkin from the table and waves it in between the two, acting like it's a white flag, "Alright, keep the peace, boys." She throws the napkin back on the table, "How was your tour?" She asks Dean.

"Oh, it was excellent. I'm ready to buy." Dean smiles. Sam laughs and Dean continues, "So you might be onto somethin'. Looks like Dustin Burwash wasn't the first strange death around here."

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry's surveyors dropped dead while on the job. Get this severe allergic reaction to bee stings." Dean explains.

"More bugs."

Dean nods, "More bugs."

Isabeau smiles, "More bugs."

While Sam drives through the neighborhood, Isabeau flips through one of her own grimoires in the back seat and Dean looks through John's journal up front.

"You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?" Dean questions aloud.

"Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations." Sam suggests.

"Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity."

"Yeah, me neither." Sam agrees.

Isabeau speaks up, "Maybe they're being controlled somehow. You know, by something or someone."

Sam glances at her in the rear-view mirror, "You mean, like Willard?"

"Yeah, bugs instead of rats."

"There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals - elementals, telepaths."

Dean turns to look at Isabeau, "Isabeau, have you been naughty and been telling your little friends to have a field day?"

Isabeau rolls her eyes, "No, and I'm a fire elemental. I technically shouldn't be able to speak to bugs. But, it must have something to do with me being able to talk to nature. I mean, I can only speak to insects, arachnids and reptiles, not all animals."

Dean hums, he thinks for a second and realizes something, "Larry's kid - he's got bugs for pets."

"Matt?" Sam asks.

"Yeah." Dean confirms.

Sam thinks about it, "He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula."

"You think he's our Willard?"

Isabeau snaps her book shut, "I don't know. Anything's possible, I guess."

"Ooh, hey." Dean closes John's journal, "Pull over here."

Sam pulls into the empty driveway of one of the Oasis Plains homes. "What are we doing here?"

Dean gets out of the car, "It's too late to talk to anybody else."

Sam sticks his head out the window, "We're gonna squat in an empty house?"

Dean opens the garage door, "I wanna try the steam shower. Come on." Sam doesn't move and Isabeau gives him a look. "Come on!"

Reluctantly, Sam pulls the car into the garage, hitting Dean in the gut on the way in, and Dean closes it.

The next morning, Sam and Isabeau approach the bathroom door, where the shower can be heard running. Sam knocks, "You ever comin' out of there?"

"What?" Dean calls from inside.

Isabeau sighs, "Dean, a police call came in on the scanner."

"Hold on."

"Someone was found dead three blocks from here. Come on." Sam says.

The bathroom door opens and Dean is standing there, in the steam-filled room, with a towel on his head. He smiles at them, "This shower is awesome."

Sam rolls his eyes, "Come on." He walks away downstairs and Isabeau walks back to her room to do one last thing before they leave.

A few minutes later, Dean comes walking down the stairs all dressed and ready to-go and into the living area. "Ready?" He asks Sam.

"Yeah, just waiting on Isabeau. She went back to the room really quick." Sam answers.

"Why?"

Sam shrugs, "No clue."

Both look up at the stairs as Isabeau comes down them, she wipes away a stray tear that ran down her face.

"Beau?" Dean asks, worried.

She gives them a weak smile, "I'm fine. I just got off the phone with Dion, um, he turned ten on Friday. He was wondering if I was coming home to celebrate." She takes a shaky breath, "I missed Dion's birthday for the first time. I know that I'm not gonna be there for every birthday or holiday as the years go by, but they're still kids, and they need their big sister."

Isabeau voices her thoughts to Sam and Dean. It was killing her inside to not be there for her family. She felt homesick, and it was hitting her badly.

Sam hesitates, "Do you need to go home?"

Dean looks sadly at Isabeau, "We understand if you need to, Beau. They're your family." He didn't want her to leave, but if she wanted to go home for a while, they couldn't stop her.

Isabeau shakes her head, taking a breath, "Not now. We need to finish up here. Then maybe I'll go home for a few days." She huffs, "Come on. Let's get going." She walks away from Sam and Dean and heads out towards the garage.

Sam and Dean share a look; they would talk about Isabeau going home later.

Dean, Isabeau and Sam pull up to Lynda's residence and get out of the car, each of them opening an umbrella above them. They approach Larry, who is finishing talking to someone on the phone. Lynda's body is being carried out in a body bag on a stretcher.

"Hello. You're, uh, back early." Larry greets them.

Dean nods, "Yeah, we just drove in, wanted to take another look at the neighborhood."

"What's goin' on?" Sam asks.

Larry sighs, "You guys met, uh... Lynda Bloome at the barbeque?"

"The realtor." Isabeau recalls.

"Well, she, uh... passed away last night." Larry says.

They're all shocked. "What happened?" Dean asks.

Larry shakes his head, "I'm still tryin' to find out. Identified the body for the police. Look, I-I'm sorry, this isn't a good time now."

Sam shakes his head, "It's okay."

"Excuse me." Larry leaves them.

Dean turns to Sam and Isabeau, "You know what we have to do, right?"

"Yeah. Get in that house." Sam says.

Isabeau's jaw ticks, "See if we got a bug problem."

A few minutes later, when the police leave, they climb over the fence, up the side of the house, and through Lynda's bedroom window.

When they get in, they see the outline of her dead body is drawn on the carpet.

"This looks like the place." Dean says.

They walk over to the bathroom, Dean picks up a towel, and drops it when he sees it is covered in dead spiders, "Spiders. From Spider Boy?"

"Matt - maybe." Sam says.

Isabeau steps over and picks up one of the dead spiders in her hand, she could feel the same anger that she felt when she held onto the beetle. These bugs were pissed and she didn't know if Matt was behind it or not.