Sorry for not posting this chapter sooner. I have been REALLY busy over the weekend. But seeing as it's the start of a new week, I'll try get most of the story up. Enjoy!

This would take place in season 3 between 'Sin City' and 'Bedtime Stories'. Everything belongs to Eric Kripke.

The brothers got back to the motel and began to look over the reports. "Well, at least we know it is our kind of job...a demon to be exact." Dean said soon after they had sat down.

"Sulfur?" Sam guessed.

"Yip, a ton of it. The Police are confused by it of course. If only they'd stop mucking around with our jobs."

"Dean, they don't know any better."

"Yeah, well maybe it's time somebody taught them a lesson..." He grinned evily at Sam. "Let's just keep looking."

At first, Katie Lock and Harry Webb, the two teens who had been killed, didn't seem to have anything in common. They were just young, random victims. "How'd we know who's next?" Dean asked, getting slightly annoyed. He really could not be bothered with this sort of job right now.

"I have no idea," sighed Sam. He was looking through the reports for the umpteenth time. "Wait a minute; they were both around the same age, right?" He opened up his computer without waiting for a reply, and began to type furiously

"What're you looking up?" Dean looked over at the screen. Sam had opened up a high school website, and he was now dialing a number into his mobile. "Sammy, what-"

His little brother held up his hand to silence him. "Hi, this is Agent James Graham from the FBI. I was wondering if I could have all the class details and information you have about Katie Lock and Harry Webb on your system."

Dean heard some faint babbling at the other end and listened to Sam give a made-up email and thank the secretary. He glared at his little brother, an irritated look on his face.

"What?"

"Just talk to me first before you go calling up random people, ok? What was that about anyway?"

"It's just a hunch. They're both high school age, so maybe they could be related to each other through that." It turned out that Sam's hunch was right: the two sixteen year-old victims were in mostly the same classes. After looking at a yearbook picture, they were obviously friends.

"That doesn't at all seem freaky to you?" Sam asked Dean after a while. His big brother had shown no obvious reaction to the information he had just pieced together.

"A little," came the reply. "Ok, maybe more than a little. But why'd a demon go after them?"

"I don't know." Sam thought hard. Rebecca was quite young, which was one of the reasons he had wanted to investigate her case. "Wait, wasn't Rebecca about their age? Sixteen?" He turned to her profile, and, after a little researching, found that she had similar classes as the others. "Do you think something's murdering her friends?"

Dean sighed. "Or making her murder them. Well, it sure is sick enough."

Sam looked confused.

"I mean, think about it. Maybe Becca isn't just missing. The demon's probably possessing her. Then, the last thing her friends would remember is one of their friends coming at them with a knife. Plus, after the demon leaves Becca, she could die. If not, her life will be ruined."

Sam mulled the gloomy summary over in his mind. He looked down at the photos of the crime scenes. Each victim had had their stomachs and faces slashed several times. The murders had happened at the high school as well, which made everything worse. "But why her?"

"Dunno. She's young, got a whole life ahead of her. If I was a demon who just wanted to create chaos, I'd possess someone like that..." Dean thought about the fact that demons pretty much ruled the place he was headed for. But when it came to saving Sammy, Dean didn't care that selling his soul to a crossroad demon got him a one-way ticket to hell.

"Becca?" Sam asked, abruptly changing the subject. He didn't want to make his brother embarrassed.

Dean went along with it, trying to cover up how uncomfortable the near chick-flick moment had made him. "It's less of a mouthful. Speaking of which, I should be getting ready for my date."

While Sam sat there wondering how Dean had been reminded of his date from the word mouthful, his brother went to have a shower and came out half an hour later, looking half-decent in a blue shirt and jeans.

"Where you going with…uh, what's her name?"

"Charlie, Chloe, Chelsea…something like that."

Sam smirked. "You should probably figure that out. How come you're going through such an effort to impress her anyway?" Dean usually only had to walk through a bar door before women began to stare at him.

"Well, I'm hoping the word will get out about what a gentlemen I am. It is a small town, after all." He got his coat and opened the door. "Oh, and Sammy, don't wait up, ok?"

Sam smiled at him. "I figured I might go talk to the girl's family."

A look of anxiety came across Dean's face, showing that beneath the bravado, he was still a caring older brother. "OK, just..." he sighed, "be careful. Keep your phone on-"

"Make sure you have a weapon etc., etc. I know the drill Dean."

"I'll leave you the Impala. It'd be a bit weird to have a FBI agent turn up on your doorstep after he walked there."

Sam smiled. "Thanks. I guess I'll see you in the morning."

With that, Dean dropped the keys onto the table and practically ran out the door.

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