Night had fallen and an eerie silence had settled over the wooded grounds of the State Hospital. Both pleasantly full, Dean and Sam now stood at the trunk of the impala parked half hidden among brush, in front of the building they were about to enter. Both brothers rifled through the trunk picking and choosing the various weapons they would bring with them. Sam picked a small handgun and a knife that he tucked into the back of his boot- Dean went for heavier firepower with a hefty shotgun.

"Dean, what exactly do you intend to do if and when we encounter this ghost?" Sam prodded quietly.

"Well first off Sammy, I think we're dealing with more than one ghost. And secondly, I'm not really sure," Dean answered sardonically.

"Okay, so the ghosts are pissed about this fire right? They were trapped on the top floor… and burned to death. Why are they attacking the renovators? And how are the bodies disappearing?"

"No idea Sam. But I think we should probably go find out," Dean smiled as he turned to walk towards the nearest door. All of the doors and windows were heavily boarded shut and locked. No way in.

"Damn, looks like we're gonna have to get creative" Dean muttered. "Can you hoist me up to that ledge?" he asked Sam as he motioned to a point just below a partially broken window.

"Uh, yah probably- but how am I gonna get up?" Sam replied mockingly.

"I'll pull you up."

"Right…"

"Look Sam, do you see any other options?"

"Ok, ok don't get your panties twisted," Sam laughed as he offered his linked hands towards Dean's foot. "Oh god…" Sam grunted as Dean heaved himself up using Sam's shoulder to balance the hand that wasn't reaching precariously towards the ledge. "You're heavier than you look."

"Are you calling me fat?" Dean managed as he gripped the edge of the window and wiggles his legs up to perch on an abutment below it.

"No, just big-boned," Sam teased while flexing his fingers, sore from bearing his brother's weight.

"You know what bitch?" Dean jeered from his crouched position. "Find your own way up." And he promptly pulled himself through the cracked window, disappearing from Sam's view.

"Dean! You asshole! Get back here and pull me up!"

"Sammy quit your belly-aching and give me your hand," Dean popped out the window laughing.

Sam jumped to grab onto Dean's outstretched hand and promptly pulled his long legs up, swinging to catch Dean's other hand. With a grunt of effort Dean swiftly pulled Sam through the window and both brothers landed in a heap on the floor of the 2nd story.

"We can definitely deduct some for the landing," Sam chided as he helped Dean to his feet.

"Yeah, well next time you can climb up and I'll sit and twiddle my thumbs and wait to be pulled up," Dean griped while rubbing his shoulder, grimacing.

"Oh, shit Dean- I forgot about your shoulder. Are you alright?" Sam hurried to Dean's side, all joking gone, absorbing the role of protective brother.

"Its fine Sam, just a little sore," Dean mumbled managing to keep the bitter retort that he so naturally flung out everytime Sam mothered him.

Sam realized Dean's repression and smiled slightly, turning to survey their surroundings. "Well, it's definitely dusty in here, I think the floors are rotting away, better be caref…"

But Sam never finished his sentence for just as he stepped the floor beneath him gave out and he disappeared from view.

"SAM!" Dean yelled as he scrambled towards the hole in the floor and peered down. "Talk to me!"

There was no answer.

A little short… and ooo some drama! lol. Well as always thoughts, comments are wanted and enjoyed.