Chapter 1:


The show must go on

"Dean?"
Both Winchester brothers sat at a small cosy breakfast table in a typical American diner. Their day started calm and relaxed. No getting up early, no hours of car driving, no long researches and no new pretty acquaintances. "What a pity.", Dean thought.
For some days now, it had been quiet for Sam and Dean. They could just enjoy their lifes for once. And that's exactly what Dean planned to do. Having a little bit fun the first time for a very long time. Real fun.

"Dean!"

If only there wasn't Sam.

"What?"

Fretful, Dean gave up his favorite hobby for some minutes to take care of his also fretful brother.

"Dean, stop it! Or can you live with the thought of other people dying just because you wanna have some fun?"
"Sammy –"
"SAM!"
"Sammy ... Sam. What else should we do right now? We're looking for things that hint to some supernatural happenings for days now, but we can't find anything. So someone is very nice to us lately and wants us to have some fun. As soon as we find something we can turn our backs to the fun again."
"You're not even looking for something!"
"Oh, yes I am. I am looking for something."
"Yes ... for the hottest ass in this town. Dean, listen to me. Please. Evil things happen everywhere at every time. You should know that. We both should. I can't have fun just like that, if I know for sure that someone innocent is dying out there.I know it. I don't know who, I don't know why, I don't know when, but this thing will hopefully help us find out"

Sam suddenly begun to wave a newspaper in front of dean´s face. Dean, who was already looking at way more interesting things, took the paper from Sam. When glancing at the paper really quick, he noticed a small article about a young girl. A dead young girl. He read the article and his eyes darkened.

"What is it Dean?"
"I think I just found something."

Dean gave Sam the paper.

"Her name is Joanna Heartly. She died last Friday. Cause of death: unknown. She wasn't sick, but her family claims she felt weaker and weaker every day until one day ... she didn't wake up. No signs for physical abuse, no reason and signs for suicide."

Dean noticed rather annoyed that Sam neither listened to him, nor paid any attention towards him, so he took the paper from Sam again rolled it up and hit his brother on the head with it pretty hard.

"Hey! Are you crazy?"
"Would it be a big problem for you to actually listen to me?"
"Is that a loaded question?"

The paper hit Sam's head rather ungentle again, but before Dean could go for it a third time Sam grabbed the paper again and threw it on the table harshly.

"Joanna's family says that her headaches started at the 16th this month."
"And that's supposed to help us?"

Sam rolled his eyes and decided to ignore his brother's bad mood.

"At the 15th this month a woman was found at the harbor. Naked. Witnesses repoted she had been found pretty exhausted the same night in a bar and she was wearing a black dress and now take a guess what Joanna is wearing on that picture published in the paper?"

Looking at Dean's facial expression, Sam realized that Dean wasn't in guessing mood at all.

"Dean? What's wrong?"

Though Sam didn't get an answer from his older brother. He only saw how Dean placed some dollars on the table, got up and disappeared from the diner. Sam, who tried to make sense out of what just happened, followed his brother some minutes later.

"Dean? What's going on with you"

Again, Dean held back an answer and climbed into his Chevy Impala that ment so much to him.

"Dean?"
"Get inside Sam, we'll go."

Sam got into the car, confused and fretful. He tried to get an answer from Dean one more time.

"Drive? Where to?"
"To Portland."
"Ah ... and why?"
"Because that's where we'll find our answer."
"What do you mean?"
"I know someone who can help us."
"An informant?"
"Something like that."

Dean's tone made Sam know that with that, the discussion was done for his brother.