Hey ya'll. Hope you enjoy my little piece of Supernatural literature! (It'll get better, I promise) Cookies for reviewers!- Heather

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Chapter One: Heart Snatcher

"What road next, Sammy?" 26 year old Dean Winchester asked his younger brother Sam as he expertly steered his pride and joy (a Chevy Impala, in pristine condition) down the gritty back roads of the cattle and grain farming district of Roseau, Minnesota.

"Its Sam. Get it right. Left on Farm Hill road." 21 year old Sam Winchester instructed, pushing his shaggy brown hair out of the way as he peered intently at a creased road map. Sam traced a line with the tip of his finger, but was jolted up out of his seat as the car struck a pot hole. Murmuring darkly, he returned to the map, pausing only to snap his seatbelt into place.

"Farm Hill Road?" Dean spotted the street sign and obediently turned the car left. "They all look like farm hill roads to me."

Sam gazed out of the passenger window and saw rolling green pastures dotted with brown or stereotypically red barns as far as the eye could see. They sky was a perfect serene blue, unmarred by clouds or birds, and with the window partly rolled down, Sam could smell a lovely fresh scent of something that he remembered,but couldn't quite place.

"What's the gig again?" Dean asked, snapping his brother from his reverie. Dean drummed his fingers on the steering wheel in tune to the angry Metallica song that was blaring from the radio. But, true to form, Dean was distracted from his question easily. "I love this song!" He cried, cranking the volume from incredibly loud to positively ear-splitting/ headache inducing. Dean began singing terribly off tune

"You couldn't carry a tune in a bucket." Sam said. "Anyways, I told you three times already, Deanna!" He grumbled, turning down the radio volume with force. He clenched his fists and attempted to concentrate on the map again.

"Well tell me again, Samantha." Dean readjusted the volume to its previous setting and gave his little brother a look that clearly said "Turn the volume down again. I dare you."

"I don't want to anymore. You should've paid attention the first time. You have the attention span of a flea."

"Hey! I'm no flea, you moron!" Dean punched Sam on the shoulder, his fist falling fast and hard like a boulder caught in a landslide. Anyone else would have been offended, or at least very angry, but Sam knew that his brother was only kidding him. Dean punched his brother again, softer this time, and swung his hand up to slap him on the head. Sam was too quick for him. He ducked his head down and his hand shot up like a venus flytrap to catch Dean's hand.

"Not bad, baby bro." The elder ruffled Sam's dark hair in a teasing manner. Sam ducked his head quickly to hide the faint blush that had crept on to his cheeks at this unexpected but very welcome compliment. Well, a compliment by Dean Winchester standards. Dean noticed this and smiled, but he didn't say anything.

Truth be told, Dean liked teasing his brother, but he liked making him feel good even better. Sam had grown up being a kid who feeded off people's compliments and praise, but the sad thing was that he had never gotten as many as he should have. Even when he had taken and passed advanced physics classes in the tenth grade, or when he was accepted with a full scholarship to Stanford, he never was complimented. At least, not by their father. Nope, good ol' dad complimented when he killed his first poltergeist, or made a good shot with a .9 mil. Yep. Totally normal. Sam was a good kid, and he deserved to know it.

"Its a farm on the outskirts of town." Sam continued. "The owners have found five of their cows and two horses dead in one week."

"Yeah, so? Dead barnyard animals are not exactly in our line of work. Unless they were ghost cows, or posessed horses or something. Then I guess it would work." Dean scratched his chin, apparently deep in thought. "Did you know that cows only sleep for fifteen minutes a day? Or is that giraffes?..."

"Stop rambling. The cows were just regular cows.They weren't just killed, though. Killed and completely gutted. No blood found anywhere, although all of their entrails except for the heart were found on the house's front porch. All of their hides had been burned off. A painted symbol was found on the barn wall."

"Sounds like some kind of cult killing, not a spirit."

"Look at the symbol." Sam held the newspaper clipping in front of his brother's face.

Dean studied the mysterious symbol with an inscrutible expression. It was of two black crosses intersecting one another, one of the crosses being upside down. The upside down cross had what seemed to be a disembodied heart speared on it like some kind of insignificant shish kebab rather than a poor animals life force. "Heart Snatcher." He said, turning his attention back to the road. "You think?"

"Definetly." Sam nodded. "Turn down that road there."

Dean rolled the car easily onto the gritty gravel road and the two were silent until they reached a cherry red barn with a length of yellow crime tape stretched around it. He stopped the car.

"This is where the fun begins." Dean rubbed his hands together and grinned at his brother, stepping out of the car and heading towards the house.

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