Oh my God you guys, I've never been so sad of watching TV before as I was when I watched the final scene in the newest episode (Heaven and hell) It was so heartbreaking :'( And NO hug? : ( I am not done with this series (which was suppose to be like 3 chapters, but anyway) xD

"I have to tell you something"

"Sam, what is it?" Dean looked concerned over at his brothers as he leaned back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I-I, I'm not really sure if I should say this" Sam stuttered, he never should have said anything, he regretted it instantly. What if he chased Dean off? Maybe Dean was just mocking and teasing him when he told him the jealousy thing was hot?

"Sam, what is it?" Dean repeated himself as he took a few steps closer to the bed and looked into Sam's eyes.

"Ehh, I can't find out where she was buried, and I'm still looking for who the other ghost might be" Sam said.

"That's it? Why did you feel you couldn't say that?" Dean had a suspicious tone in his voice.

"I was afraid you'd get mad" Sam lied.

Dean sighed and sat down on the end of the bed. "That's bullshit man, since when have you've been afraid to piss me off? What's really going on?"

Sam didn't say much. This is insane, this is weird, this is not normal. Went over and over in Sam's head and he wasn't able to say anything.

"Fine, look if I care. Keep on looking" Dean said grumpy and sat up from the bed.

"Dean, don't be like that"

"I'm going to get some stuff out of the car" Dean said as stubborn as he was and walked out of the room and down the stairs, and as he passed through the kitchen he was stopped by Jenny.

"It's almost dark outside Dean, I'm scared" She said, not very convincingly. Dean placed his hands on his hips and sighed.

"I really don't want to be alone tonight"

"Then I suggest you go sleep with your dad" God, that sounded perverted. Dean thought.

"He can't protect me" She said and placed one of her palms on Dean's chest.

"Probably not, but this can" He said and took a hold of her hand and placed a box of salt that was on the counter in her hands.

"Hold on to this" Dean said and gently pushed her out of the way and went through the door.

"Yes!" Sam said as he finally came over something on her computer, he took his shirt off, leaving him in his white wife beater as it was beginning to get very warm in the bedroom.

"Alice" Sam murmured for himself as he studied the screen, and started looking up police files and continued searching for where the girl who was hanged by her father, Stacy, was buried.

"What did you find?" Dean said, still grumpy in his voice as he sat down at a chair by the dresser, while eating on a sandwich. Sam looked curiously at Dean.

"Jenny made if for me, it's good" Dean said with a mouthful.

"Okay, so listen to this: It looks like Stacy's father, George was married with a girl named Jennifer who was 11 years younger than him, before he and Stacy's mother had Stacy"

"I'll bite, what happened to her?" Dean asked.

"She disappeared, the police said she just ran away from home and nobody found her, all her clothes was gone so they just…"

"Assumed that she just ran away? Well if he was married, how could he marry Stacy's mom?" Dean continued.

"Stacy's mom's name was Alice and they never did get married"

"A lot of names to keep a hold on, maybe we should have a talk with Alice?"

"She died in the hospital four years ago, she had cancer" Sam answered.

Dean sighed and ran his hand through his short hair. "Ehh, okay, then we have to find out where George buried them?"

Sam nodded in agreement. "But how the hell are we going to find that out?"

Dean shook his head. "I don't know, but my guess is somewhere on this property" And once again Sam agreed.

"Sam?"

"Hmm?" Sam looked up from his computer and tried looking at Dean without actually having to have eye contact with him.

"What's going on with you?" Dean asked.

"Nothing's going on with me, can you please stop nagging" Sam said and went back to his computer.

"No, wasn't planning on it!" Dean chuckled and jumped onto the bed and lay comfortably down next to Sam with his arms rested under his head.

"Well, don't hold your breath"

"Sam, come on, brothers remember? Is it something embarrassing? That's why you won't tell me?" Dean asked and Sam didn't reply, just gave him a short look before turning back to his computer.

"So it's embarrassing?" Dean winked at him unnoticed. "Well, if I promise I won't laugh will you tell me? Unless it's really, really funny then" Dean said as his knuckles bumped lightly into Sam's cheek. Sam's only reply was a small sigh.

"Is it something about me?" Dean asked.

"God, will you just let it go!" Sam snapped, but Dean only laughed at him. "So it is something about me huh?" Dean smirked and leaned back even more into the pillows with his arms resting on his chest.

"My guess is that you just can't get that kiss out of your head, as I said earlier, I can't blame you, but dude, we're brothers" Dean said, still with his annoying, happy voice that made Sam want to hit Dean. But he was right, they were brothers and it was really weird.

"It's not that" Sam lied.

"Ha-ha, whatever you say baby brother"

"Fine, so what if it is? Call me a freak; call me a sicko, but I was not the one who kissed you!" Sam said annoyed as he snapped his computer closed and sat it on the nightstand.

"Nah, you're not a sicko bro'" Dean said as he sat up and closed in on Sam, with his face only inches away from Sam's. And he rested his hand on Sam's hip and Sam couldn't do anything to stop him as he froze, the only thing moving was his chest because his breathing increased so drastically.

"But…" Dean started as he placed one light kiss on Sam's bare shoulder; it was more like brush than a kiss and it was just to annoy and tease Sam. "You are a perv"

"Dean! Sam!" Eric suddenly screamed, making both of them jump of the bed in a hurry and into the living room.

"What?" Dean said as he saw one of the ghosts in the corner of the room.

"I think that's Alice" Sam said as he studied her.

"How can you tell, they're both bad ass ugly" Dean said and tugged Eric and Jenny behind him.

"Why isn't it doing anything?" Jenny asked with a frightened voice as she was holding on to her father's arm.

Both Sam and Dean shook their heads, before the ghost's arm was lifted and Dean strangled for breath.

"Here" Jenny said and handled Sam the salt Dean had given her earlier, as Dean fell to the ground Sam almost jumped two feet and tossed the salt over Alice, making her disappear.

Sam turned around as he could hear Dean trying to catch his breath. He walked back and helped Dean up from the floor. "You okay?" He asked. And Dean nodded.

"Is-Is it gone?" Jenny asked.

"No" Sam said. "Just for now" He started brushing dust off of Dean's jacket as Dean straightened up.

"O-Okay" She said, this time she wasn't pretending to be scared, she really was.

"Why ME?!" Dean suddenly yelled and Sam almost jumped of the shock.

"What?!" Sam asked confusingly.

"Why does she, I mean it, I mean they attack me?" Dean said as he was panting of pure frustration.

"You probably remind them off George, except he had a moustache and glasses" Sam said as he remembered the picture from the police file in his mind. "Did they attack you before we got here?"

Eric shook his head. "They just kind of were here, haunting"

"Then they were waiting for George, or you" Sam said in a half way teasing voice.

"I do not have a freaking moustache or a freaking pair of glasses!" Dean yelled. "Why does this always happen to me?!"

"Because this is what we do?" Sam answered at once, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"But it's never you, it's always me!"

"That is SO not true!" And with that the arguing had started.

"Oh yeah? Who was it that got infected and turned crazy paranoid when we investigated the guys who died from being frightened or whatever? ME!" Dean snapped.

"Well, who was it that got haunted by bad luck because of a stupid rabbit foot? ME!" Sam bickered back.

"I thought they brought luck" Jenny said, but none of the brothers answered as they continued.

"Remember when we were in jail and that creepy nurse showed up and tried to kill me, after I got beat up by that big Tiny guy?" Dean yelled

"Remember that I didn't even wanted to go to that stupid jail? But I went anyway, because of you?" Sam yelled back

"Remember the time Henricksen caught us and all those demons gathered outside? And I got shot in the shoulder?"

"Remember that Bela shot me in the shoulder because she couldn't hit you?"

"Well I had to fly!" Dean's arms were flying all over the place as they shouted louder and louder.

"Well I had to fight clowns!"

"I-I -I've died!"

"I've died too!"

"OKAY!" Eric stopped them as they were all up in each other's faces, both panting for air. "I think that's enough"

"You two" Jenny said and all three of them looked at her. "Have really, really bizarre life's"

Sam and Dean looked at each other and then raised their shoulders, before they nodded in agreement.

"We do" Dean laughed. "But, at least we get adrenalin rushes on a weekly basis"

Sam started laughing too as he looked from one confusing family member to another.

"Okay, so maybe we should have a look around on the property and see if we find anything?"

"Now, in the middle of the night? It's pretty dark inside, maybe you should wait until it gets light outside?" Eric suggested and Jenny nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, okay" Sam said. "You two can go to bed, let us know if they come back"

"Are you sure it's safe?" Jenny asked.

"Nope" Dean asked before he walked out of the living room and upstairs.

"Look, you'll be right next door and we'll probably hear if anything happens" Sam said, trying to calm them down.

"Probably?" Jenny asked and Sam just nodded as all three of them walked upstairs and Sam walked into the bedroom to see Dean lying sprawled out on the bed.

"Move over" Sam said as he walked over to the bed and pushed him.

"You got to brush your teeth" Dean said.

"Whatever dad, I'm tired" Sam said as he took of his pants and settled himself under the covers.

"Good night princess, try to keep your hands to yourself" Dean said and grinned to himself. Sam pushed at Dean's shoulder.

"Ouch" Dean said. "No need to get all grumpy Sammy"

"Stop freaking harassing me man!" Sam said.

"Sorry" Dean said, still smirking a little bit without really being aware of it.

"Why do you even care?" Sam suddenly said without looking at his brother.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Dean said.

With that Sam leaned towards him and looked into his eyes, this time Dean was completely taken off guard.

"Dude, what are you doing?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?"