Author's Note: Okay, here's the next chapter. I'm afraid updates might slow down a bit form here because of a bit of family drama, but I will still work on this story. Thank you everyone for all of the lovely reviews! They really brighten up my day. I've gotten to where I look forward to that little chirp on my phone that tells me I've got another one! Well, I hope you guys enjoy, and as always I haven't found the money to buy Supernatural, Harry Potter, or Fallen, so they still belong to their original owners.

Chapter Two

The posh high-rise apartment building towered over them. Dean and Sam glanced at each other before moving to the front entrance of the pretentious building. Dean followed a step behind Sam as his brother moved to approach one of the evident security guards. "Excuse me." The taller brother said gaining the guards attention. "Are there any tours for the haunted apartment today?" He asked politely.

The man shook his head. "Sorry, son." He answered." The owners are letting some paranormal investigators have it for a week or two. If you want to check the apartment bulletin they'll have the exact dates posted." He pointed to a large bulletin board on the far side of the lobby.

"Thank you." Sam smiled. The guard nodded and moved away, leaving the two brothers to contemplate their next move.

"Paranormal investigators?" Dean asked, raising an eyebrow to look at his younger brother skeptically.

Sam shrugged. "So, what do you want to do?" He asked softly.

"Well," the older brother frowned, "first I'm going to find a burger. Then I'm going to find a bar with beautiful women."

"I meant about the apartment." Sam sighed, rolling his eyes.

Dean shrugged. "Well, I figure we've got a key. We'll come back when the Ghostbusters are gone."

"Whatever." The younger Winchester huffed following his smiling brother out of the building.

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Two days later, the Winchesters were still sitting in the cheap hotel waiting for an opportunity to enter the haunted apartment. So far every attempt had been thwarted by none other than the Ghost Facers, this time with the owners on their side.

Dean sat on one of the two beds channel surfing while his younger brother typed furiously at the computer. The older Winchester smiled as the tapping became more staccato as his brother became more irritated. "I'm guessing you hit a dead end." He said as Sam's laptop snapped shut.

"Yeah." Sam growled. "I don't suppose you have any leads?"

"No." Dean shrugged. "But I did get a call from Bobby today." He admitted. "There's a job not too far from here. He said if we have time we might want to check into it."

"Might as well." The younger brother huffed. "It's not like this job is going anywhere fast."

Soon the two brothers had packed their belongings. "So what is this job?" Sam asked as they began to load the impala.

Dean shrugged. "Sounded like a simple salt and burn." He said. "We can figure out the details when we get there."

The younger brother glared at his older sibling. "You mean 'I'." He pouted, as Dean opened the driver side door.

"Huh?"

"You mean 'I' can figure out the details." He huffed.

"If you want to!" Dean beamed, crawling in the car and shutting the door.

"Jerk" Sam growled as he got in.

"Bitch." Dean smiled. Then the car was filled by Black Sabbath.

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Azreal watched as the familiar black car pulled up to the seedy dinner outside of Buffalo. The two young men driving in the vehicle got out, bickering easily with each other. The bickering stopped the moment the shorter of the two noticed him watching them. He nodded and gestured to the booth where he sat inviting them to join him. They glanced at each other. The taller one shrugged while the shorter one nodded. Cautiously they came into the dinner, carefully checking for anyone else with an unusual interest in them.

"Well, well, well." The older brother growled as he sat. "If it isn't my favorite Angel of Death." He smiled sarcastically. "What do you want?"

"Can I get you boys anything?" The angel asked calmly. "A burger and fries? A drink?"

"What do you want?" Dean repeated.

Azreal frowned. "You've been frequenting an apartment in New York. "He said softly. "Why?"

The two brothers exchanged a cautious look before Dean spoke again. "Do you know what's in that apartment?" He hedged.

"Do you?" The angel countered.

"No." Dean answered slowly. "But I am curious to know why the Angel of Death is asking questions about a demon's apartment."

Azreal was silent for several heartbeats. Finally he sighed in frustration. "A demon took something of mine. Something very important. She hid it in that apartment. Now, if the two of you have what I think you have, I want it."

"What do you think we have?" Sam asked evasively.

The angel's eyes narrowed in angry mistrust at the younger Winchester. "I think you have the key." He said coldly. "Without the key there is no way into the apartment."

"Dude, you need to learn how to use lock picks." Dean smirked.

"Do you think I haven't tried that?" The angel snarled. "I can break into the apartment anytime I want. But it does me no good to enter the apartment on October tenth of 2006 when I need to enter the apartment on June thirtieth of 2000."

"What exactly are you saying?" Dean asked cagily, his dark gaze carefully studying the angel.

"Lilith put a time seal on that apartment." He explained softly.

"That key is the only way for me to enter on the correct date to retrieve what she placed in there."

AN: JB asked what music I was listening to while I was writting, and I figured you guys might want to know as well. I punched in Carmina Burana on Pandora and that gave me most of it, but, a friend also recently introduced me to Within Temptation, and I've been listening to Stand My Ground and Angel. So, if you want to know the overall 'sound' of this particular story that's it.