The impala raced along the rain-slicked road, tires skidding at the curves. Dean drove like a man with a mission and that's exactly what he was. Inside the car ACDC blared from the radio, Dean tapped the wheel along to the beat occasionally joining in on the chorus with his surprisingly clear singing voice. Sam rubbed his forehead angrily and stared out the rain-streaked window.

"BACK IN BLACK….!"

"Dean, I swear if I have to listen to this song one more time…"

"Chill Sammy, you know it's grown on you."

"Sure, let's just say it has. Still, why can't you compromise and maybe just listen to normal music for once?"

"And what do you consider normal music Sam?"

"Okay, umm how bout some Dave Matthew's, Hootie and the Blowfish…"

"Right… ya know what I'll make you a deal. When I die, you can listen to whatever you want."

"Dude that's not funny."

Dean just laughed, a loud ringing laugh that transitioned smoothly into him belting out the chorus. Looking at Sam with a smirk, he turned the volume up on the radio and revved the engine, as the car sped down the highway.

Three hours later, Dean smoothly pulled the car into a parking space outside of the renovated portion of Building 50; the infamous largest section of the sprawling area that had once been the Michigan State Hospital. The building was beautiful in its own ominous way- it was made of sand colored stone, weathered by many years, sweeping four stories high and capped with several piercing turrets. This half of Building 50 had recently been renovated and now served as several offices as well as a small coffee shop. In the coffee shop, Dean and Sam approached a small table where an elderly, eccentric-looking man, with long hair and horn-rimmed glasses sat sipping tea.

"Mr. Landen." Dean greeted with an outstretched hand.

"Dean. We meet again."

"This is my brother Sam."

"You look like her. Your Mother I mean, you have her eyes," Mr. Landen said as his eyes appraised Sam.

"Umm, thanks," Sam mumbled, slightly taken aback by the man's blunt comment.

"So, Mr. Landen," Dean said as he sat. "When you called you said that several of the renovators had gone missing. Were they renovating this building? No offense, but this doesn't seem very haunted," Dean quipped as he glanced around at the modernly furnished coffee shop.

"No, Dean. The renovators were working on one of the smaller buildings, further up the road. It was originally the living quarters for the most clinically insane- the males were in one wing and the females the other and they were joined by a kitchen and eating area of sorts."

"Now, correct me if I'm wrong, there was a fire… well a long time ago. Did any patients die in this fire? Could this be the catalyst for the ghost's unrest?" Dean asked.

"You've done your research Dean. I'm impressed," Mr. Landen smiled.

"Yeah, me too Dean. 'Catalyst,' that's a really big word." Sam jabbed laughingly.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean grunted as he made a move to smack the back of his head. Sam was too quick though and ducked under Dean's arm laughing as he danced out of Dean's reach.

Mr. Landen watched the two boys smiling. In their twenties and still acting like they had years ago when he had known their father.

"Back on topic, yes Dean I believe that the fire could be the reason for the recent disappearances," Mr. Landen exclaimed calling the brothers attention back to the matter at hand.

"Well, then I guess the next step is to check the place out. Mr. Landen I appreciate your time, I will call if anything comes up," Dean said as he rose to shake his hand.

"As always it's a pleasure, Dean. Sam nice to see you again."

Sam and Dean exited the coffee shop and walked back towards the Impala, Sam deep in thought.

"Dean, why did Mr. Landen say 'nice to see you again?'" Sam asked with a confused look on his face.

"Oh, well he used to know Dad when we were kids I guess. I don't really remember him, but apparently he was around occasionally, helping Dad out. Apparently in his day, he was quite the ghost hunter." Dean replied swinging into the car.

"Really. And he knew Mom?

"I guess Sammy. Anyway how bout we go grab something to eat before we hit the hospital. I'm starving and I'm not about to sit in a coffee shop and eat scones. I need some real food."

"Ha, okay just like you listen to real music. Dean, are you unsure of your sexuality?" Sam joked as he smiled his brilliant dimpled smile that made Dean even more annoyed.

"You know what Sammy? Just for that…" and Dean moved quickly, managing this time to slap Sam hard on the back of his head.

"Ow, you asshole," Sam groaned.

Dean smiled victoriously and sped back onto the road, singing along as always to ACDC.

So… Chapter 3. What do ya'll think? It's much more fun to write humor than drama, but I think there will be some later on. Thoughts and comments are appreciated as always.