Author's Note

Hey everyone! This is the first fan fiction I began and it's not completely finished yet, for I am working on a few others at the moment, but it will be done soon. I hope you guys like it. I guess I should do all of that disclaimer stuff but I have no doubt in my mind that you allalready know I don'town Sam, Dean, or anything else associated with this amazingly good show. Just enjoy the story. It may start off alittle slow, just to get everything in its place, but it will get better.

The black mist began to collect around his feet, slowly swirling and entwining between his ankles. Its movement suddenly became faster and harsher as it spun around his legs and quickly climbed his body, tightening around his chest and arms, creeping up his neck and enveloping his face. He tried to yell but the mist filled his mouth and clogged his throat. He felt it stiffening around his neck, squeezing his lungs as he tried to gasp for air. It filled his eyes with an inky blackness and jammed his ears to the point that the frantic screams echoing within his mind were all he could hear.

Thoughts raced through his head as his body felt like it was being tightly wrapped and compacted, but they were suddenly blown from his conscience as a blinding pain tore through his entire being. The pain was like none he had felt before. It felt as if he was being ripped apart, as if each cell that made up his body had suddenly become separate. It was complete agony.
Before Dean became completely separate, the realization hit him. He was no more. He was no longer in body or mind. He was no longer living.

Sam Winchester sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, the laptop resting in front of him with his eyes glued to the screen. They flicked back and forth, his lips softly moving as he read the words printed on the monitor. There was a sudden noise from outside and he quickly looked up as the motel door swung open, loudly slamming against the back wall and leaving a small dent.

"Woops."

Sam let out an annoyed sigh at his brother's abrupt intrusion but couldn't hide the smile that crept to his lips as he watched his sibling struggle into the room with an armful of food.

"I got some good stuff for once Sammy. Not that healthy crap you always buy." Dumping the mound of boxes and bags onto the desk sitting in the corner, Dean turned to his brother. "So, found anything interesting?"

Sam turned his attention back to the computer. "Uh, yah actually." He cleared his throat before explaining. "You remember that article I showed you a few weeks back? The one about all those sudden disappearances of people in that one city?"

He glanced up at his brother who had a pensive expression on his face. Leaning his head to one side, Sam waited impatiently until Dean finally responded. "Oh, right. That one about the black mist or whatever they called it."

"Right." Sam hit a few keys on the keyboard and turned the laptop so it faced his brother. Dean walked forward to get a better view of what was shown on the screen. He raised his eyebrows. "More disappearances?"

"Eight more to be exact."

"Think we should check it out?"

"We were thinking about it before, remember? When five people had gone missing, but now thirteen have disappeared. I think we should definitely check this one out."

Dean shrugged. "All right then. Let's hunt some "black mist"." He tore open a box of Oreos. "Sounds scary!"

The black 1967 Chevy Impala pulled up to the curb and the passenger door swung open. Sam stepped out onto the sidewalk and into the bright sunlight that filtered into the small town. He looked at his surroundings and nodded his head slowly as everything seemed normal. Across the street was the police department, a sturdy brick building with a blue, pointed roof and two flags blowing in the light breeze. Shutting his door, Sam walked around the car to stand next to his brother who was leaning on the open driver's door.

The city of Delta was a small area located in the state of Colorado with a population ranging around 6,400 people. From what the two brothers knew, there had never been a murder committed within the area and the crime rate was mainly below average. Up until a month ago Delta had simply been a quiet place to live.

Unfortunately, the numerous disappearances of random people within the city had caused much panic. Thirteen people had disappeared without a trace. No clues had been found concerning the captor, if there had been one, and there was no news to any bodies turning up throughout the surrounding states. Seven of the missing people had been last seen safe in their homes. The remaining six had either been out on errands by themselves or had gone off alone for a moment when with friends. None of them had been seen or heard from again.

"There's a few extra cop cars in the parking lot but everything seems pretty normal." Dean nodded to his brother's words and then reached into the black car. A few moments later he reappeared with two items in his hand. Offering one to Sam he closed the car door and began to cross the road to the police station.

"So I'm guessing we should have a little chat with the chief, ask around, and see if this is our kind of gig, right?"

"Yep, the usual," Sam said as he followed his brother up the cement stairs.

As soon as Dean pulled the wooden handle and swung open the door the noise from within hit them like a wave. The building was in an uproar. A woman bustled by carrying a tall stack of papers as three police officers rushed past the two bewildered brothers and disappeared into the parking lot. The two hesitated before entering and Dean pressed himself against the wall to avoid being crashed into by a man yelling into his cell phone.

"What the hell is this Sam?" he whispered angrily at his brother. "I thought you said only a few state police had responded to the disappearances!"

"I thought only a few had. Something must have happened."

Sam scanned the room for someone who was capable of helping them and not in a frenzied panic. It was as if the whole department had been thrown into a fluster. There were a group of people sobbing in the corner and the secretary looked as if she had been thrown through a tornado. Sam motioned for his brother to follow him as he made his way towards the front desk.

The secretary was a middle-aged woman with wispy blonde hair pulled into a messy bun that sat lopsided on the top of her head. She sat unmoving in her chair, staring into unknown space.

"Um, excuse me, miss?" Sam shifted uncomfortably as the woman did not respond. "Miss?" he said a little louder and this time there was a reaction. The woman slowly looked up and then sat up straight as she realized she was being addressed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I just drifted off with all of this commotion going on."

Sam smiled politely and then introduced himself. "I'm Officer Nathan Johnson," he lied as he flashed the stolen badge across the desk. "And this is-" he turned to Dean but suddenly realized he was gone.