A/N: 'Sup guys?! How's everyone been? Yeah, I know; "Quit the stupid author's note and cut to the story!"

But first; A special thanks to all those who reviewed, as well as those who are following! You are the ones that make this all worth it.

So here we go. I present; Chapter Three! Enjoy!

We waited for nightfall before checking out the graveyard. It was a small, average looking cemetery; nothing new. Sam manned the flashlight, searching the names, while I carried the shovels.

Eventually, Sam stopped at one of the headstones. "This is the one," he said, turning the light off.

Handing him a shovel, we started to dig. After a while of back-breaking labor, i the the coffin at the bottom. Sam hopped out the hole and took my shovel from me. I had already started opening the wooden box to find the dead guy's skeleton - no surprise there. Sam helped me out and together we poured the salt and gasoline over the bones. I took my lighter out and light it, tossing it into the pit. The night came to life in a combination of heat, light and flames.

Part of me found these moments to be the best. I had my pain-in-the-ass brother at my side and we just ganked the evil monster. That's what I call a win-win.

Once the fire had died down and the hole refilled, we headed back for some well deserved rest.

I hardly got my four hours sleep, when Sam woke me up. Another murder had been reported. Which meant the Agents Something and Whatever shall make another appearance. Honestly, I really need to pay more attention when Sam introduces us as agents.

When we got to the crime scene - which happened to be the police station of all places- we flashed our badges and were allowed through. We made our way through the cramped space.

Just before arriving at the sheriff's office, I turned to Sam. "I don't get it. I thought we burnt the bones. Shouldn't the killing stop?"
"Maybe it wasn't the the ghost of this Peter guy," was all he could spit out before we walked through the door and were caught by the deputy.

"Agents. Thank you for coming." At this moment I couldn't help but notice that she was the hottie that caught my attention yesterday when Sam and I were speaking to the sheriff.

"You were the one that found him, right?" Sam asked. Good, old Sammy. Always diving right into the job, never bothering with having a bit of fun.
"yes. I came in and noticed that his office door was open. I thought he might've been working late last night. It wouldn't have been the first time." She gave a weak smile, which quickly faded as she continued. "But when I went to have a look, I found him in his chair in a pool of blood."

Sam pulled her aside. "Do you mind answering some questions while my partner looks around?"
She shook her head. "Not at all."

I took my cue and went to check it out. I pulled out my EMF meter and switched it on. It light up like a Christmas tree when I got near the desk. Putting it away, I scanned the room. I continued to scan, until something familiar on the desk caught my eye. The revolting yellowish powder was what had caught my attention. Before I even touched it, I knew what the substance was.

I grabbed my brother on the way out, as he was saying his thanks.
"Find anything?" he asked when we got outside.
"EMF went haywire, oh, and guess what was on the dude's desk. Sulfur. You know what that means, don't you?"
"Yeah. We got a demon on our hands."
I sighed. "Awesome."

That was the last thing I wanted to deal with right now. I hate demons with a burning passion, considering the last one we encountered was on a freaking plane. I was hoping that it would go better this time. But when was the last time anything worked out the way I wanted it?

A/N: And there you have it! Chapter 3. I'll try to get the next one up ASAP, but no promises. Don't forget to review. No reviews - no fourth chapter. Mwahahaha!