This is my first Supernatural fic, so I wanted to give a shout-out to the author who inspired all my writing. My sister..

Disclamer: No, I do not own the characters in this fic, except the ones I make up. (Sam and Dean Winchester excluded.)

Sam angrily threw his suitcase on the bed, causing the old springs to sqeak. He glanced around the bedraggled motel room. His jaw muscle tightened, as his older brother slinked through the doorway, his own suitcase dangeling from his hand.

"So now what?" Sam asked, glaring sideways at his brother, who was just as calm as ever.

"We go to Montana." The reply came so quickly, so automated, it bothered Sam.

"You're just Daddy's little soldier, aren't you? Do you even care about finding him, or are you gonna keep just doing what he asks." He turned to face Dean, who had long since raised an eyebrow at his fuming younger sibling.

"Well, someone has to." Dean replied, unzipping his bag. "Because you sure as hell don't willingly." Dean had shifted focus from his bag, to looking sideways at Sam.

Sam scoffed, suprised at the onslaught by Dean."Have you forgotten why I didn't go to college? I think it was to find Dad. And I don't think you're to worried about that anymore." Suprisingly, Dean lost his cool, and threw his suitcase against the wall, making Sam jump.

"You're a selfish bastard, you know that?" Dean said pointing in Sam's face. "There are people dying, and you want to help Dad find one Demon, that killed two people in your life." Dean said emphasizing the numbers. "What about this Demon, that we're supposed to be hunting now Sam? It's killed 30, maybe even more, and yes, Jessica was important to you. So was Mom, but these 30 or more people meant something to their familys too.And all you want... Is to find Dad. Who doesn't want to be found." Dean turned his back on Sam, finally silencing him. The two brothers angrily switched off the lights, and drifted off into an unfitful sleep.

Dean awoke to find Sam flopped down in the nearest chair, his laptop opened on the table infront of him. Dean looked over at him, as he begain to pull a change of clothes out. "So now you want to help?" He asked, still a little pissed off.

"If we're going to fight this thing, we should know a little more about it." Sam stated. "It's called a Jufolt..it's a type of demon that takes over your mind, by entering your... Dreams?" Sam scoffed a bit. "How are we supposed to fight this thing, if it enters through dreams."

"Well Dad says here that it breaks apart as it enters the dream.. sort of like ice melting to get through a drain." He said flipping through the small notebook. "So maybe if we... torch it while it's apart - "

"Dean.. torching everything doesn't work you know." Sam smiled at his brothers look of disbelief.

"Hey smartass, it hasn't left us down before." Dean said thinking back to all of the times the hunts have resulted in fire. ":Besides.. Dad says fire's the only thing that can hurt this thing."

"But how can that work?.. It's mostly liquid when it is entering dreams." He reffered to the laptop to be sure.

Dean chuckled, whipping out his Zippo, watching the flame burn brightly. "Evaporation..." He smiled sadistically in the glow of the orange flame.

I know it's short.. I want to post it, and see if anyone has any suggestions for improvement. I hope you like it!

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