Deana: Well guys, I saw all of the reviews and died of shock!

Samantha: Yeah, I wish.

Deana: How could you say that Sam? I am insulted? How could you want me dead if I'm the only one adding to the story? My fans would kill you!

Samantha: fans? I see no fans -squinting round audience-

Deana: Ok fine, if we get reviews I keep going, if not, we write it for you and me and don't update?

Samantha: I like this plan -links arms through Deana's- see you guys at the end of the chapter!

Chapter Four completely and utterly by the devoted Deana

Dean's PoV

What a greeting! Scare the hell out of me and then pick up the phone while I'm practically having a heart attack over my little brother's health and start small talk. Friggin' evil creatures, they never get it. All I want to do is kick the butts and be on my way with my brother, but noooooooooo, let's have a cup of tea and discuss good old times.

"Where's Sam?" I demand instantly, immeadiatly thinking of every torture I can...ah, the selection. I'd use every single one on myself if it meant Sammy was ok.

"He's...around." The voice teased. I snarled.

"If he's hurt I'm gonna kick your-" I yell.

"Aren't you gonna say hello Dean? Have you forgotten me already...or still refusing to remember?" Damn, what is it with people and cutting me off today? Seriously, where is the sign that says 'Hi, don't let me finish my sentence or -'

"What have you done to him?" I demand once more, sprinting to the car. If I can keep her talking I can keep her away from Sammy long enough for me to get to Jackie's house and see if they're still there, then I can kick some evil ass and save my brother like I said I would.

Pity my plans never work. The line went dead as I floored the gas. Damn, this is so not my day.

Completely ignoring the stop sign at the end of the street I rocketed along way to fast and skidded to a messy halt outside the house I dropped Sammy outside this morning. This house was liveable, almost. At least there was no picket fence, still, this house wasn't exactly the usual evil creature lair, but hey, I guess there's an odd one in every realm. Still, the perfect house? It's just wrong on so many levels.

I practically jumped out of the car door and flew to the weapons, grabbing the first gun I saw, not bothering with refills; I don't plan on hanging around long. I sprinted up the pathway from a fairy tale and barged through the front door, screw being subtle; it never helps in the long run anyway.

"Well hello Dean." I come to a halt finding myself face to face with a mist being, too blurred to see who it is or make out any defining features. Handy little disguise.

"And you are?" I demand, already knowing my earlier hunch is right. A slight snicker reached my ears, why do evil things laugh? It is so demeaning, I mean, laughing shows happiness, happiness is a positive emotion...right?

"I Dean Winchester am your worst nightmare."

I raise my eyebrows, what a cliché line. I mean come on, do the demons of the underworld actually have a script or something the read of when encountering people?

"Well fuzz ball," I announced, glancing around looking for Sammy, "I hate to break it to you but, I have dreams, not nightmares." I try to keep my quirky air about me, can't let the chocolate melt yet can I?

The air crackled slightly, it was angry. Great, now if it would move the hell out of my way I have a brother to save, inconsiderate spirit, they're all the same, me me me, I'm dead, I want revenge...I mean geez, did it ever occur to them that their victims don't wanna die?

"I think you know who I am." it taunted again. I pretend to look genuinely shocked.

"You think?" I exclaim. "What a revolution for the world of demons and spirits!"

"Don't antagonize me." The spirit shouted, its voice becoming more and more recognisable. More like the voice I remember.

"Where's Sam?" I counter.

"Don't you remember what happened, little one?" I answered with its own question, why does it want me to remind it of how it died?

"Awww, already with the pet names?" I ask sweetly, "How sweet, I knew you couldn't resist me charm...but if you don't mind, I am not interested in fuzz balls so move! I need to find Sam."

"Come on Dean...Just remember a long way back..." It whispered.

"Ok, Last night's dinner it is."

"To year nine science." it whispered.

I feel a flashback coming on, why are you doing this? You used to be so sweet. Now you're holding my baby brother as a hostage? I am so wrapped up in my thoughts I can't even hear the muffled moan from another room.

Sam used to like you, why Emily, why are you doing this?

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Deana: Well, it's not such a bad cliff hanger, but Sam is still missing.

Samantha: I wasn't even IN that chapter!

Deana: That might have been your moan before, I wasn't listening…

Samantha: oh pur-LEASE, you were so worried for me that you still have the marks on your face from holding the phone -pokes Deana- were you really that worried about me? Awwwwwwww, I'm touched

Deana: in the head. – Ducks punch- Ok, if you review, we continue, you don't, we don't. We know you're reading so tell us what you think. Remember it's not a threat if we're actually gonna do it.

Samantha: Yep, and we will, trust us, we will abandon this story, we know where it's going, we don't have to write it, we're only doing it for you.