Oklahoma Gas and Power Company…

The three Winchesters got out of the car and approached the man they'd been looking for.

Sam pointed, "Travis Weaver?"

He looked up curiously, "Yeah, that's right…"

Dean looked him over, "Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?"

He looked between the three of them a little shocked, "Oh… Dustin never mentioned any nieces or nephews."

"Really?" Angel feigned surprises, "Well, he always talked about you. Basically said you were the greatest."

"Oh, he did?" Travis smiled, "Huh."

"Listen, we wanted to ask you…" Dean looked to him, "What exactly happened out there?"

"I'm not sure." Travis saddened, "He fell in a sinkhole. I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh… by the time I got back…"

"What did you see?" Angel asked, "Anything weird?"

"Nothin'. Just Dustin."

"No wounds or anything?"

"Well, he was bleeding…" Travis motioned, "From his eyes and his ears, his nose. But that's it."

Dean nodded, "So… You think it could be this whole mad cow thing?"

"I don't know." He frowned, "That's what the doctors are saying."

"But if it was, he would've acted strange beforehand… Like dementia, loss of motor control, stuff like that." Sam said, "You ever notice anything like that?"

"No. No way." He quickly shook his head, "But then again, if it wasn't some disease, what the hell was it?"

Angel sighed, "That's a good question."

At the scene…

The sinkhole where Dustin died was surrounded by police tape at the Winchesters approached it.

"Huh…" Dean looked around as they all came to a stop beside one another, "What do you guys think?"

"I have no clue…" Angel frowned as she leaned forward and eyed the small dark cramped space, stifling a shiver, "Whatever happened, Travis made it sound like it happened pretty damn fast."

Angel frowned when the boys ducked under the police tape to get a closer look. She opted to stay where she was but tried to keep her face as neutral as possible.

Tight spaces were not her thing.

"So, what?" Dean asked, "Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?"

"No." Sam dismissed, "There'd be an entry wound. Sounds like this thing worked from the inside."

"Huh. Looks like there's only room for one." Dean commented as he shined his flashlight inside the hole, "You guys wanna flip a coin?"

"Are you crazy?" Angel squeaked from behind them, unable to contain the panic she felt at the thought of going down into that hole, "We have no idea what the hells down there, Dean!"

He turned to her with a smirk, "Angel, are you scared?"

"What? No!" She squeaked, "I am not scared. I'm just trying to be the smart one here. As per usual."

Dean snickered as he went and picked up a nearby coil of rope, "Alright, alright, I'll go if you're scared."

"I'm not scared!"

Dean ignored her and sent a smirk to Sam, "You scared too?"

Sam scoffed, "Just flip the damn coin."

Dean chuckled and took the coin out of his pocket, "Alright, call it in the air… chicken."

As soon as Dean flipped the coin Sam caught it in midair, "I'm going."

Dean smirked, "I said I'd go."

"I'm going."

When both of the boys looked to Angel she glared, "Well don't look at me. I'm not volunteering."

Sma shook his head as he began tying the rope around his waist. Dean took part of the other end and handed part of it off to Angel.

Sam eyed both of them, "Don't drop me."

In the impala…

As Dean drove the impala down the road, Sam examined several beetles he picked up in the sink hole.

"Gross." Angel grimaced as she turned to her brother in the backseat, "Why the hell did you even bring those things in here?"

"Yeah." Dean added, "So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground. That's shocking, Sam."

"There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there." Sam explained, "You know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it's usually dead meat, but-"

Dean looked at him through the rearview, "How many did you find down there?"

"Ten."

Dean shook his head, "It'd take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude's brain."

"Well, maybe there were more."

"Ugh." Angel shivered, "Can we just focus on something else? The beetle theory is giving me the heebie-jeebies."

"Heebie-jeebies? Angel, you've been covered in sludge, mud, guts and blood before but bugs gross you out?" Dean snickered at her glare, "Jeeze, how many secret phobias you got?"

"None so shut up."

"We need more information on the area, the neighborhood." Sam got back to business, "Whether something like this has ever happened before."

As they drove through town, they passed a sign for an open house, decorated with red balloons.

Dean motioned, "I know a good place to start." He looked at the next sign that read 'Models Open. New Buyers' BBQ Today!', "I'm kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how 'bout you guys?" Angel chuckled as Sam gave him a 'yeah sure' look, "What, we can't talk to the locals?"

Sam leaned forward, "And the free food's got nothing to do with it?"

"Of course not! I'm a professional."

"Yeah." Angel chuckled, "Okay, Mr. Professional."

Dean quickly pulled the car over and they all exited the impala to walk down the street towards the open house.

Dean looked around, "Growing up in a place like this would freak me out."

Sam gave him a look, "Why?"

"Well, manicured lawns, 'How was your day, honey?'" He scoffed, "I'd blow my brains out."

"I don't know…" Angel looked around as she thought about it, "We never had any of this but maybe normal could be a fresh breath of air. It'd be nice not to have to escape death every other week."

Dean knocked on the door as they stopped in front of it, "I'd take our family over normal any day."

A answered a few seconds later smiling warmly, "Welcome."

Dean perked up, "This the barbeque?"

"Yeah." He took a peak at the sky with a frown, "Not the best weather, but… I'm Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are…?"

"Dean." He shook Larry's hands as he did introductions, "This is Sam and Angel."

Larry shakes their hands with another friendly smile, "Angel, Sam, Dean, good to meet you. So, you three are interested in Oasis Plains?"

"Yes, sir."

"Let me just say, we accept homeowners of any race, religion, sexual orientation, or…" He motioned between them, "Coupling."

"Coupling?" Angels brow furrowed as she and her brothers shared an eye, "Oh, oh no it's not that." She motioned between the three of them, "We're siblings."

Larry nodded in slight embarrassment as Sam continued, "Our father is getting on in years, and we're just looking for a place for him."

"Great, great." Larry chuckled, "Well, seniors are welcome, too. Come on in."

He took them outside to the backyard where lots of people were walking around, chatting and eating.

"You said you were the developer?"

"Eighteen months ago, I was walking through this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels. And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We're the first family in Oasis Plains." They walked over to a blonde woman, "This is my wife, Joanie."

She smiled and stuck her hand out for introductions, "Hi there."

Dean took it first, "Hi."

"Hi, nice to meet you."

Larry motioned, "Angel, Sam and Dean."

Sam was next, "Sam."

Then Angel, "Angel." She nodded, "Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure."

"Tell them how much you love the place, honey." He smirked, "And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses."

Joanie nodded, "Right."

They laughed before Larry turned to the Winchesters, "Will you three excuse me?"

"Don't let his salesman routine scare you." Joanie smirked when he was gone, "This really is a great place to live."

A very energetic woman approached them just then. She wore a pantsuit and her black hair was pulled back in a tight bun.

"Hi." She reached out for more handshakes, "I'm Lynda Bloome, head of sales."

"And Lynda was second to move in." Joanie explained, "She's a very noisy neighbor, though."

Lynda laughed as she left, "She's kidding, of course. I take it you three are interested in becoming homeowners."

Dean looked to his siblings, "Well-"

Sam stuttered, "Y- yeah-"

"Oh, we sure are Lynda." Angel grinned, "This house is just beautiful."

"Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, sexual orientation, or…" She grinned and motioned between them, "Coupling."

Angel's smile became tight, "Right, right… Okay, well i'm gonna go talk to Larry."

Dean chuckled, "I'll join you." He looked to Sam, "Okay, honey?

He followed Angel as she walked away, smacking Sam on his ass in the process. Sam and Lynda shared an awkward silence. Inside the house, Larry led Deana and Angel downstairs as he finished the tour.

"You've got three choices: carpet, hardwood, and tile."

As Dean noticed a few jars full of bugs on a nearby table he motioned at them to Angel. She yelped a little but quickly recovered, sending a look to Larry.

"Someone has a thing for… bugs."

"My son. He's into insects." Larry sighed with a frown, "He's very… inquisitive."

"Right…" Angel cleared her throat, "Let's go find, Sam."

As they walked outside they noticed Sam talking to a young kid. A kid who was holding onto a tarantula. Angels fists clenched uncomfortably at that.

What the hell kind of job were they working?!

"Matthew." Larry snapped and both the kid and Sam turned as the three of them walked over, "I am so sorry about my son and his… pet."

Sam quickly dismissed him, "It's no bother."

Taking Mathew by the arm he quickly ushered him away, "Excuse us."

"Remind you two of someone?" At their looks he motioned over to Larry who was now yelling at Matt, "Dad?"

Dean instantly became defensive, "Dad never treated us like that."

"Well, Dad never treated you two like that." Sam corrected, "You guys were perfect. He was all over my case." When Dean rolled his eyes and Angel crossed her arms he looked between them pointedly, "You two seriously don't remember?"

Angel sighed, "Look, now's probably not the time to delve into family-"

"Dad maybe had to raise his voice, maybe." Dean interjected, "But sometimes, you were out of line."

Sam laughed sarcastically, "Right. Right, like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bowhunting."

"Bowhunting's an important skill."

"That's enough." Angel waved between them, "Right now is so not the time for this, okay? But, just for the record, i took you to the park to play soccer all the time, Sam."

Sam scoffed, "And whenever dad found out about it he would scream at you, just like that."

"Sam."

"Whatever." Sam rolled his eyes, "How was the tour?"

"Oh, it was excellent." Dean answered, "I'm ready to buy." Sam laughed, "So you might be onto something. Looks like Dustin Burwash wasn't the first strange death around here."

"What happened?"

"About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry's surveyors dropped dead while on the job. Get this: severe allergic reaction to bee stings."

Sam nodded, "More bugs."

"Yeah." Angel scoffed, "More creepy crawly disgusting bugs."

Back in the impala…

As Angel drove, Sam sat in the back and Dean sat passenger while he flipped through their fathers journal.

"You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles?" He shook his head, "What is it that could make different bugs attack?"

Sam mused, "Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations."

Angel shook her head, "No signs of ghost activity."

"Maybe they're being controlled somehow." Dean offered, "You know, by something or someone."

Angel turned to him, "What, like Willard?"

"Yeah." Dean nodded at the movie reference, "Bugs instead of rats."

"There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals." Sam nodded, "Elementals, telepaths."

Angel shivered, "Ew."

Sam chuckled, "You really have some kind of bug phobia don't you?"

She rolled her eyes, "Come on! Who the hell would wanna have a psychic connection with beetles, crickets and roaches? No one."

Dean quickly realized something, "Larry's kid. He's got bugs for pets."

"Matt?"

Yeah."

Sam shrugged, "He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula."

"So…" Angel raised a brow, "You think this kids our Willard?"

"Maybe." Sam shrugged, "Anything's possible, I guess."

"Oh, hey." Dean motioned to an empty driveway of one of the Oasis Plains homes, "Pull over here."

She pulled into the driveway giving her little brother a curious eye, "What are we doing here?"

Dean got out of the car, "It's too late to talk to anybody else."

Sam watched him open the garage door from the back window, "We're gonna squat in an empty house?"

"I wanna try the steam shower. Come on." He motioned hurriedly when Angel didn't move, "Come on!"

Angel rolled her eyes and reluctantly pulled into the garage. Sam swiftly hit Dean in the stomach as they passed him. Dean rolled his own eyes before looking around and closing the garage door.