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ShadowMayne: hey guys. This is something I wrote while I was on holidays. Review and give me suggestions. I have the plot planned out, but I'm sure if I want to continue or not.

Flames Won't Burn

Not all spirits are bad, no, some can be nice. Some might even save your life. But why was it that the spirits Sam and Dean Winchester had the habit of meeting were out to kill them?

Dean had always said it was because of Sam's ESP thing, but Sam begged to differ. He blamed their father. Looking for trouble always causes trouble to find you.

It didn't help that Dean and John had spent the last decade hunting and killing everything and anything supernatural that so much as flinched. It was ironic, that now, the hunters were the hunted.

Sam looked over to Dean; his bad ass attitude was probably the only thing keeping the wounded warrior upright. Every time Dean tried to hide a wince of pain, or wiped away a trial of blood Sam felt a wave of guilt wash over him. It was his stupidity that got them here.

As though Dean could read his mind he turned and smiled. "Stupidity got us into this mess, why can't it get us out?" He asked quirkily as always.

Sam smiled slightly; Dean's humor always helped him feel better about the hunt. It gave him an odd, uncomfortable confidence, reminded him that Dean was there, in a way their father never had.

"Any bright ideas?" Dean asked, and then he tilted his head to the side in acknowledgement. "Cos' we need some bright ideas…"

Again Sam shrugged. It could be any moment the spirit would come back; any second Dean could collapse from blood loss, any minute the screams of another captive would echo around the walls, any day the police would find the bodies of thirteen men with no cleat connection.

Sam was both lucky and unlucky in this situation. Lucky that he was not on the "to kill" list yet, and unlucky that he might loose his protector and brother Dean to this evil.

They first heard about the problem last week and since then the problem only got worse and more personal.

It had been the usual Winchester day, after vanquishing a little demon they were headed south, stopping at a gas station just out of state.

Sam had instantly set up his computer bringing up bookmarked news articles from his last sleepless night, he was sure Dean thought he was getting sleep these days, and he never planned on informing him differently.

Dean had collapsed into a booth, talked up the waitress and ended up pashing her out back for half an hour. That was so "Dean" though; it was always the same anit-climatic goodbye with him. Dean usually stood up and pecked the woman in question's cheek and left.

This time, however, Dean's five-minute girlfriend was less willing to give up her new found love and so they had been roped into staying another hour or so while she flittered about offering them tea and coffee as they looked for a new job in the paper.

"Dean, I might have found something." Sam had said re-reading the article. Dean's eyebrows had risen in question and his eyes snapped instantly to his brothers.

"What did you find?" He had asked.

"Some people…umm, men actually have been going missing in a town called Atsville." Sam had watched Dean process this before continuing. "All of them left the same bar. And when ever one goes missing someone starts burning, the catch, nothing, and I mean nothing burns. There's no sign any fire was present, it's like the flames and smoke are a hallucination everyone gets or something."

Dean had smirked. "Sounds like a job for Sam the man and Dean the…Dean the…?" he frowned.

"Dean the bean?" Sam had offered only to receive a punch in the arm.

"Let's get going." Dean had said standing and strolling over to his waitress. After the usual anti-climatic parting they left and went to Dean's 1967 Chevy Impala.

The car was Dean's love. Sometimes Sam swore that his brother and the car were soul mates; he had never doubted that Dean would marry the black beast if he could.

Slouching in the front seat Dean pulled the article from Sam's hands and frowned.

"None of the men who went missing were local and all them had been to the bar at least once before." Sam informed his brother.

Dean stared at Sam as they pulled into the bar in question's parking lot.

"I've been to this bar before.'

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JUST SO YOU KNOW

Atsville isn't actually a place, I don't think. I've never been to America, so be nice.

AUTHORS NOTE

Please, please tell me if you want me to keep going. I wasn't going to but if someone wants me to I will. All reviews are important to me and I'm happy to keep going. I have another half of a chapter written, I will try to update soon.

Anyways, PLEASE review, it'll mean a lot. Bye bye and keep smilin' Shadowmayne. : )