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Dean yawned on his seat. "It's boring. Nothing's gonna happen. It's-oh-so-quiet, Sam."

Sam kept his eyes over the house mentioned on their Dad's journal. "Just wait a couple hours then we'll leave."

"Yeah, to the magic fingered motel. I found a great motel around. They've got this Magic Finger, you know? And also pay-per-view," Dean laughed. "Anyway, you still got some quarters, don't you Sammy? I'm gonna need a lot of quarters back then."

Sam tried to ignore his brother when the light of the house they had been watching suddenly out. "Something did happen Dean," Sam rushed out from the car, grabbing his full with equipment bag. Dean huffed as he followed his young brother.

The Winchesters were getting inside the door when they heard noises of falling things. Sam kicked the front door open and found a room with a shaking door; someone behind the door must be frantically trying to open the door. Another kick from Sam and the shaking door slammed open.

Inches away from them was, a thick black smoke floating in the air. With a shot of a rock-salt gun from Dean, the smoke faded and disappeared.

"Well, that was close," Dean put the gun down then starred to the pale trembling girl who was lying beside the door. "Lady, are you alright? You look dead pale," He helped the girl up. She shook her head no.

"Then this should help you out," Dean reach out a bottle of beer from his bag then offered it to the shaky girl.

Sam who had been looking around to make sure that the thing that attacked the girl had gone dropped a disbelief look to his brother. "Dude! This girl is still shaken and you offered her beer?" He took the beer from Dean's hand; avoid him to give the beer to the girl.

"Relax you, pretty boy, I'm just joking," Dean took the beer from Sam and effortlessly open the bottle before drank it out. "Beer's great ya know? You really don't want some?" He still offered the beer to the girl. Again, she shook her head no. Sam dropped an annoyed sight to his elder brother while Dean continue drinking innocently.

The girl looking at the boys, confused. "Hey, don't I know you guys? You're from the phone company, aren't you?"

Dean and Sam traded a look, and then they both smiled. "Ah, we've got busted stalking on a girl, aren't we Sam?"

-supernatural-

Grace sat tightly in the back seat of the Impala, trying to get herself calm. She looked at the boys and ask in skepticism. "Supernatural hunters, eh?"

Sam nodded in confirmation.

"Yeah, that's what we do," Dean added, "Saving people; hunting things. Family business."

Grace, uncomfortably raised another question. "And the thing, black smoke whatsoever who tried to do any harm in my room, was that a ghost or something else?"

"We're afraid it was a demon," Sam's answer in hesitate.

"Yeah, but demon isn't usually scared people like that before possessing someone," Dean said. "So, Gracey, you really didn't found anything strange around your house lately?"

Grace inhaled deeply. "No. Not until tonight."

Sam thinking deeply, "It's weird. You didn't happen to find any strange symbol in your house?" Grace shook her head.

"So, if this thing is not things that we usually hunted down, is it only a Glenn Close wanna be who just raise from perdition after 57 years fasting of slaughtering people?" Dean throw a blank look to the house.

"Would you mind stop telling things about Glenn Close, Dean?" Sam sounded annoyed.

"Hey, I'm just sayin! You're such a douch bag," Dean replied.

"Wait. A bag," Grace shouted. "Uh, my brother did found a bag, a small bag consist of, um, dried herbs and things when we cleaned up the basement. He burnt the bag and it flamed blue. Did the bag means something to you guys?"

The Winchester boys look at each other then speak in unison, "Hex Bag."

TBC