AN: This is set in season 8. Thank you for the feedback I've been getting. It keeps me going!

Present Day

Blacktop rolled underneath the Impala as Sam and Dean made their way out of Kansas. There was an obvious chill in the air, and the clouds looked like there could be snow soon, but so far nothing. Dean was fine with that. He was never big on snow, especially when he had to be out in it during a hunt when he was younger. Sam was looking through something on his phone while Dean had his eyes glued to the road.

"Why Iowa?" Dean asked. Sam looked over at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Why are we going to Iowa? Like, aren't there other hunters in the midwest that can take on a ghost hunt?" Sam just shrugged, looking back at his phone.

"I just thought a normal ghost hunt would help us out some." He said. Dean smirked some.

"Normal ghost hunt. That's not something you hear every day." Dean glanced over at Sam. "But don't we have bigger things to worry about?"

"Like the trials?" Sam asked. Dean nodded. "We're waiting on Kevin. We don't know what the next step is." Dean sighed.

"And you're feeling okay, right?" He asked. Since Sam had covered himself in hellhound blood and taken on the task of closing the gates of Hell, Dean was starting to see Sam coughing a little more than normal and sleeping a little longer. But being a Winchester, Sam was stubborn as hell and wasn't about to tell Dean he was feeling run down.

"I'm fine." Sam finally said, hoping to satisfy Dean's questioning about that for the time being.

"So, ghost in Iowa?" Dean asked. Sam nodded.

"Uh yeah. Garth didn't give me a whole lot to go on except ghost terrorizing people." Sam explained.

"Garth put you on this lead?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. Said he's too busy tracking "hippie vamps" to take on the ghost right now. Thought we'd be the best to handle it."

"Well, he got that one right." Dean smirked. "Wait, did you say hippie vampires?"

"Yeah. Word for word. VW bus and everything." Sam told Dean. Dean sighed.

"Monsters man." He said. Sam nodded in agreement. "So, you doing research over there or reading your Hunger Games fanfiction?" It took Sam a second, but once he realized what Dean had said, he turned and glared at him.

"Research Dean." He growled. "I'm thinking it's a poltergeist. But we obviously can do more once we get there."

"Oh good. A blind hunt." Dean said. Sam sighed and went back to his phone. He was researching the town of Clear Lake, Iowa. There were a few news stories here and there about ghost hauntings, since the late 1950's. Either no hunter thought it was bad enough to deal with it, or no hunter could stop it.

But they needed this. They needed to get their minds on other things, instead of sitting around waiting for Kevin to unlock the next piece or Crowley to attack. The silence of the car was letting Sam think about all these things. Like what was the next trial going to be? Was it going to affect him worse than the first one did? Dean knew what Sam was thinking though, because he reached over to the volume knob on the radio.

"Too quiet in here." Dean said aloud. He knew that in the silence, Sam was going deep in his head, and that usually wasn't a good thing. He turned up the radio and listened to the song that came on.

Donna, where can you be?

Where can you be?

"What is this?" Dean asked, his nose turning up in disgust. "This isn't the classic rock station."

"I think it is." Sam said. "It's Ritchie Valens."

"Why are they playing him on here?" Dean asked. "Classic rock is Aerosmith. AC/DC. Not Ritchie Valens."

"I dunno man. I think Buddy Holly and all of them classify more as classic rock." Dean looked over at Sam like he had just committed the ultimate sin. "What?"

"I have half a mind to make you walk to Iowa." Dean growled. "Help me find a new station or something." Sam just smiled a bit before looking back at his phone. "Do you have anything or are you just using your phone as an excuse?"

"The ghost seems to be haunting the whole town." Sam explained, scrolling through something. "It moves around from place to place, throwing chairs, upending tables, things like that. It just recently got violent though. Almost like it's starting to get desperate for attention or something."

"A haunted town. Well this is going to be so much fun." He looked at the radio again.

Oh, Donna, oh, Donna

"This is going to be a long freakin' drive."