Wow. Thanks Everyone for the reviews. Sorry I haven't updated in AGES but we just got our wireless fixed and then there were mine and my brother's birthdays and my prom now I started sixth form (which is basically college), so been very busy and I had writer's block, not good, so I thought I would update now. So now that I've set the scene for both, well I hope I have that's why the first was more Reaper the second more Supernatural, this will start combining them. First things first I am not American, just to remind you, so whatever I put it mainly based on things I've seen and I haven't seen Reaper as much as I would like and have been watching some repeats on channel 4, glad to hear it is getting a second season. Oh well I've rambled so I'll see what you think about it so please read and review.

Chapter 3: Spying Safely

"Who the Hell were those guys?" Ben asked Sam as they sat at a table drinking a few beers in the bar.

"I dunno. They didn't show any ID."

"Even when you asked?"

"I, uh, I didn't ask."

"That, my friend, is one of the stupidest things you could do and I've done a lot of stupid things." Sock said putting his empty glass on the table.

"I had a lot on my mind with this new soul and everything at work."

"So it's going to be soul hunting in the day and normal at night now." Ben said.

"Yeah I guess, otherwise it would be about a week before we could actually stop it, where it would most likely have had more victims by then." Sam sighed.

After finishing off their round of drinks they decided to head home to their apartment. It was quite a busy night on the road, Friday night was always a hectic night in this part of town. It took longer than usual to get back and park in the basement, but Sam was happy that none of the ones he could see were coming to their apartment complex. The three of them headed across to the elevator, Sam with his box perched under his arm.

When they made it to their apartment, Sam carefully placed it on the counter, preparing for whatever the item was going to be inside it. This box was more cube shaped than they usually were and was slightly smaller so he had an idea it would be something more handheld.

"You gonna open it?" Sock asked.

"I guess," Sam answered before muttering to himself, "so what's it this time?"

Carefully he flipped the latches before flicking the lid open. The smoke slowly seeped out before revealing a small, bright-pink, object.

"Oink Oink." Bert laughed.

"How the hell am I supposed to catch a soul with a piggy bank?" Sam exclaimed.

"Maybe it shoots lasers from it's nose," Sock said with a grin, "You still got those quarters?"

"I don't know. I've been avoiding using my pockets."

"For two days you haven't used your pockets?"

"No just been putting stuff in my wallet, that's why I got this keychain, so I don't have to keep them in my pockets."

"We could get rich."

"With quarters?"

"Well maybe not rich like celebrities but you could collect them and get a lot of money. Where do you put your wallet?" Sock said changing topic slightly.

"In a safe place." Sam replied knowing that if he told his best mate he would most likely spend his money he'd been saving up, he knew what Sock was like with money.

"Damn. Almost worked." Sock mumbled as he hit the counter.

"If this is supposed to help me out with catching a bank robber, couldn't it've been something more, expensive? I mean he was a bank robber, would he really lower himself to quarters?" Sam pondered.

"I guess not." Ben replied.

Sam sighed before placing the vessel on a shelf and then slumping down on the sofa, "Can't believe I have to work nights now." he complained.

"Hey I'll be there too." Sock said.

"While you two are at work I could help in searching at night." Ben suggested.

"Thanks." Sam yawned before heading off to his room.

Ben and Sock stayed up a while longer playing on their Wii before they both went off to their own rooms.

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Meanwhile, sitting outside the block of flats in their car, the Winchesters were surveying the building. They were parked across the street and blending in with the darkness. Sam had whacked his brother to wake up before they casually followed from the bar all the way to their home, in the hopes of finding out what was in the box.

"Do you think it was a cursed box?" Sam asked.

"If you ask that one more time I swear I will kick you out of the car. Why don't we just go in and find out?" Dean stated.

"Yeah and going in all guns blazing will be good." Sam replied sarcastically.

"How are we supposed to find out what was in the box sitting here in the car?"

"I don't know, maybe when they leave."

"So why are we waiting here?"

"What I don't get is if he's a hunter then why does he live in an apartment with his mates and work at that Workbench place?" the younger brother pondered, ignoring what Dean had just said.

"Like I said, amateur." Dean stated before he started getting comfortable for a likely camp out in the car.

"Maybe." Sam sighed.

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It was morning when Dean was awoken by his younger brother whacking him in the arm. With the shock he awoke hitting the top of his head on the window as his head was leaning on the door, luckily it wasn't a busy road with lots of people walking by. Quickly he raised a hand to his forehead which he rubbed trying to ease the pain.

"Did you have to wake me like that?" he groggily asked his brother.

"I just heard on the radio about two deaths of bank employees who were shot." he replied.

"And what's that got to do with us?"

"Well read this." Sam said handing over the laptop.

"Johnathan Davies shot on his way home from work at the bank then the manager Michael Brooks," Dean mumbled to himself as he read through it, "So?"

"If you look at the other page they are the two longest working people at that particular bank."

"So?"

"I think it is one of the weird cases that happen around here."

"What proof have you got of that?"

"How often is there a case where they go after the people who have worked there longest?"

"I don't know, but this could be one of those times."

"Well then we can go and check and if it isn't, then we can get back to following Sam and seeing what he's up to."

Dean started laughing slightly at that.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Funny hearing you say Sam, it's like you're talking to yourself." Dean grinned.

"Shut up."

"So where'd the first one happen?"

"Actually they both happened in the same street near the bank."

"I guess that's a bit weird. Maybe the spirit is holding a grudge against people who worked there when they were alive."

"A vengeful spirit, I'll check in to the history on that."

"Fine, lets go." Dean said as he pulled away from the apartments to the road near the bank.

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"This Dwayne guy, we don't know anywhere he used to hang around do we?" Sam Oliver asked his roommates.

"Not that we know of. He wasn't a well known case, mainly doing smalltime banks." Ben said as he was sitting at the computer.

"What does it say in the profile?" Sock asked.

Sam went to grab the little file. He skim read the pieces of paper and shook his head as he couldn't find anything.

"Any chance the Devil will give a bit of extra help?" Sock asked.

"Not likely, since when has he ever been helpful unless he wants someone to sell their soul to him."

"Yeah, I guess." Ben sighed.

"He went after banks in the local area but was only caught at the one where people are being killed from. So I think we should start off on the street outside." Sam suggested to his mates.

They both agreed and went out of the apartment to go down to the car park and head off to the bank. They had jumped in Sam's Prias for the journey.

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"I'm Detective Jones and this is Detective O'Hanlon," Dean said as he and his brother showed some fake badges.

"Morning detectives. Why are you back here?" the cop asked.

"We got some new evidence and had to come and check the scene again." Dean swiftly lied.

"So both victims were shot in the head from close range?" Sam asked.

"That's right. We interviewed some people who were around and they didn't hear or see anything."

"That's a bit odd though, it's quite an open area." Dean said looking around.

As he was glancing at the local area he saw a familiar car pull up further down the street. He quickly nudged his brother who then glanced across to where his older brother was concentrating on. Stepping out of the car was Sam and his two mates.

"Thank you for your time." Sam quickly said as he and his brother headed up the road.

The trio had been so focused on the bank and talking among themselves that they didn't notice the two fake officers coming towards them.

"Mr Oliver." Dean said with authority.

The smaller man faltered and turned to the two men.

"I thought you didn't know anything about this?" the older brother asked him.

"I was just, going to the bank." Sam tried to say confidently.

"Well aren't you lucky this area is only just outside of the closed section." Dean sarcastically said and received a slight whack on his back from his partner.

He turned and gave a quick glare at his younger brother before turning back.

"I should get going." Sam said before disappearing in to the bank.

Dean immediately turned to his younger brother and snarled, "What the hell was that for?"

"Why do you have to talk to him like that?"

"He obviously knows something. Hey, but you know where we can go now." Dean said walking to his car.

Sam shook his head before heading to the Impala.

Once again I am so sorry about not updating in ages. I hope this was good enough. I'll start working on the next right away.