Oh yeah. And a BBBBiiiiiGGG question – How am I doing with the American side of things? As I'm British and doubt everything means the same thing in the same context.

Chapter 3- the house

Spencer glared at the brothers as they purposefully handed him the smallest gun out of the trunk. Spencer recognised this similar action from when they had been younger. As Dean was always the one to give him less, just because Spencer wasn't one to argue with him (because he was a lot smaller than Dean, although they wouldn't ever hurt each other- Reid really didn't want to risk it).

So when they were of that age Reid often ended up rather hungry- but when it came to coffee he began to make leeway towards his own personal standing of 'Dean shuddup and give me that'. Which was a rather monumental turning point in their relationship and for a week Dean asked who he stole the backbone from and whether it was something he was going to keep or sell on EBay. "Seriously! I've used a gun before, I'm sure I can manage something bigger that might actually work!" Reid cried clearly agitated.

Dean turned to peer up at Reid gauging his response. "But the real question is- Are you going to end up shooting yourself?" Dean stated grinning broadly at Reid at his hysterical joke.

Reid just stared at Dean his mouth open slightly as he was currently unsure of how exactly to reply to that remark. Then in one swift motion he answered, uncaring of Dean's back-chat. He was older now- Dean was not going to spike his coffee. "That was one time! And it's still not funny!" Reid cried shoving Dean aside to get his choice of guns in the trunk.

Dean just stared at Sam and whispered to him conspiratorially behind Reid's back. "One time my ass. I think it was more than one." Sam just suppressed the laughter and nodded ferociously at Dean's statement.

Reid raised his eyebrows, and Sam and Dean turned back, guessing he had somehow overheard them. They just thought this may be the result of his FBI training, this definitely made him harder to lie to and prank, and Reid was certainly happy about preventing their pranks. "Sam? I thought it was beyond you to sink to your brother's level!" Reid cried grinning at Dean's petulant expression at his remark. Then Reid turned back to the trunk and steadily placed the holy water into his pocket, carefully sliding a small blade into a holder on his waist. This was the first hunt he had been on for a few weeks since his last vacation time, but he knew exactly what to do. Slowly he turned back, a larger gun in his hands and a grin plastered to his face.

Every vacation he tried to visit Sam, Dean and his mum for at least a few hours respectably. The problem was something always ended up getting in the way. Like the time Sam and Dean had a massive hunt and couldn't contact him, and the time when he had a case disrupt his vacation time. That ended up in Reid explaining in detail what had happened, and Sam and Dean laughing at the fact his butt had caught on fire.

Dean grinned as he walked to Reid placing a hand on his upper arm in support. "You could almost pass for a proper hunter," Dean explained seriously. "If you grew a bit and didn't look like a child still." Dean added grinning broadly. This basically meant in Dean speech; 'welcome to the brotherhood but I'm too emotionally stunted to say so myself'.

As soon as they were kitted up they steadily approached the large abandoned house. This was the kind of night which set the scene for a hunt. It was pitch black and a thin fog was spreading over the large amount of land surrounding the house. Even the land was dilapidated and covered in cobwebs and weeds much like the actual building. Reid glanced at the rotting remains of a car as they made their way further up the driveway. "Just a simple ghost then?" Reid asked as they approached the house, nervous now as he was actually in such a creepy place in the middle of the night.

Dean smiled brightly as he protectively moved to walk in front of Reid and Sam. Sam just frowned slightly at Dean; if it were just the two brothers Sam wouldn't have even allowed it, but Dean was awfully protective of the nerd even though he worked in the FBI and had a badge and gun. "Yeah. Just shoot it, if that doesn't work let's just burn the house and land and hope that works," Dean explained not exactly abbreviating.

Spencer just frowned slightly, hunting in comparison to the BAU contrasted greatly, but there was no planning in the slightest for most hunts just hoping that all went well... "Is this what it's always like nowadays? With no plan or backup?" Reid stated looking around his eerie surroundings and almost wishing he were home with Sam and Dean not in the middle of nowhere.

Sam just laughed and smiled down at Reid, ensuring he was always one step ahead of him. "It's always like this Spence. Just we gave a bit of forethought when you were with us. You'll get used to it," Sam explained. He was now totally unsure whether this was a safe situation with Reid there. As they had no information just the fact there was a thing they had to shoot.

Reid frowned. "Are you planning to ask me to more hunts then?" Reid asked.

"Think of this as an initiation test," Dean mused stepping up onto the rotting wood of the porch and testing whether it was stable by jumping up and down and grinning back at the others.

Reid just sighed in exasperation. "Great," Reid stated staring at Dean steadily. Knowing Dean that meant it would probably end up either badly, or with Reid being extremely drunk.

Sam glanced back at Reid smiling slightly at the frown on the other man's face. Sam pulled himself up onto the large peeling white porch and grabbed hold of Reid to yank him up alongside of him. "The steps up bent when Dean went on them. That could mean anything cos he's just a bit heavier than either of us. But I'd go up this way just to be sure," Sam explained ignoring the glare from Dean as he said so.

Slowly the three made their way to the front door. They certainly had a bad feeling about this now.

Oh yeah- this is the longest I've spent doing one chapter in a long time.