Disclaimer: I do not own the boys, but boy do I have wishful thinking!

The ghoul howled with a vengeance clutching its hairy leg. Smoke rose from the barrel of the gun Dean pointed as he laid against a slab of tombstone the creature just recently cast him into. The creature sneered revealing a set of canine-like teeth under a semi-large snout. It stood up reaching its gigantic seven-foot height and began to limp towards its intended victim. Pain shot through Dean's lower back discouraging him to move.

He checked the bullet chamber of his weapon, cringing in disappointment that it was empty. Always in a time of need, he always found himself empty handed. Maybe he shouldn't have used them all while the beast ran. He had read they moved fast, but not that damn fast. Resigning to the fact the gun was useless without ammo; he chucked it at the creature's head. The blunt metal hit its target and ricocheted off, angering the beast further. Dean rolled his eyes. At least its attention was now fully concentrated on him, which was the original plan anyway. Dean was supposed to be the distraction while his brother was to rescue the captured children.

"Hurry up Sam," he whispered, panting slightly, hoping this would give him enough time for his brother to stow the children in the car and get back to the hunt.

Suddenly, the ghoul launched in the air extending its arms out to claim its prey. Dean rolled just in time as it landed on top of the recently vacated tombstone. It howled again, not out of pain, but frustration its victim slipped out of its way. Dean began to back crawl hoping to find his footing and try to make a run for it. The ghoul had other plans. It began to rip the slabs out of the dirt and hurl them at Dean. He lost count of the times he rolled out of the way in time before the blocks of cement landed on his head. He only managed to crawl a few feet when the ghoul pounced through the air and landed on his back. He let out a grunt of pain as the creature's massive weight squandered the air out of his lungs. The creature grinned with glee.

A gunshot reverberated throughout the small cemetery. Dean felt the beast teeter for a second before stepping off him, turning to face its opponent. He rolled over and saw his brother standing some ten feet away with his .45 poised.

Sam stood taking in the ghoul's gaunt face and hairy body, its clothes worn and tattered as if it had worn them everyday for years. He caught its scowl as if it were saying, "you shot me, you punk." Sam didn't hesitate before firing off another shot, the bullet penetrating the fiend's stocky shoulder. It roared, and then before Sam knew what was happening, he was being swung around like a lasso at a day-parade. The ghoul let go and he sailed through the air landing in a heap on the sodden grass.

"Sam, it's freakin' fast," Dean warned staggering back up on his two feet.

"No shit Sherlock," Sam grumbled rolling over. He rotated his head, scanning the area searching for the foe. But it was nowhere in sight. He immediately checked to see if he still had his weapon, relieved it was still planted firmly within his grasp. Like his brother, he staggered to his feet and limped his way over to his sibling.

"Where did it go?"

Dean shrugged. "I don't know. But it doesn't like to go outside of cemeteries, so it gotta be here, maybe behind some of these stones."

"Ok, you go and I'll cover you," Sam suggested raising the gun.

Dean gave him an incredulous look. "What! Uh-uh, you go and I'll cover you."

"No, I got the gun."

"Then give me the gun."

"No!"

"Sam."

"Dean…"

"Chicken-shit…"

"Dickwad…"

"Mange-rover…"

"Beer guzzling yuppie…"

They were so wrapped up in their name-calling round off, they hadn't realized the ghoul appear behind them. With one quick swipe, both Winchesters were swept off their feet and Sam's gun landed at the creature's feet. The ghoul peered interestedly at the instrument of destruction. Sam and Dean raised themselves up on their elbows, their eyes widening when the ghoul picked up the gun.

"Oh no way…" Dean groaned.

The creature handled the gun carelessly in its massive hands. The boys grew nervous each time the barrel of the gun pointed in their direction. It stopped twirling the object and smiled mischievously. It aimed the gun and pulled the trigger.

Both boys simultaneously closed their eyes, ready for the onslaught of pain. When it didn't come, they opened their eyes to see the ghoul fall backwards on the ground. A trickle of blood oozed out of a hole in the middle of its forehead; an expression of shock plastered against its face. Sam and Dean turned to each other with a surprised expression. Dean snorted. Then both burst with laughter falling back to the ground, tears streaming out of both their eyes. They laid there for a few more minutes gloating in their triumph of the ghoul's suicide.

"Ok time to go. We gotta get those kids home," Sam said after awhile gathering him-self off the ground.

Dean continued to laugh. "Can you imagine what that bastard was thinking. 'Oh yeah, take that idiots'" He mimicked a bullet wound to the head. "Ha ha, moron."

The sun dropped below the tips of the treetops when they returned the frightened children to their grieving parents. A few mild-mannered lies that their fake authority badges confirmed and a few hugs later, they left the quiet ghoul-free town of Laketon, Oregon. A couple hours into their journey, Dean's stomach started to growl menacingly.

"I guess that means we're pulling over," Sam stated begrudgingly.

"You would assume correct, Edison," Dean answered steering the car down a dark road towards another small town they never knew existed.

It was another half hour before Dean pulled the Impala into a parking spot at a half decent café called Morton's. Dean felt a little sore from tonight's hunt, but not bad enough to say no to a decent meal. Sam was folding up the map and stuffing it inside the glove compartment while Dean got out fiddling with his keys.

"It just astounds me that a ghoul could be this far up north, and not in some desert area like Arizona. I mean…"

"Come on Sam-o. Lets go. I'm starving," Dean yelled impatiently drumming his fingers on the hollow doorframe.

Sam huffed knowing the extent of his brother's irritability when he was kept waiting for his dinner. "Alright. Alright. I'm coming," he grumbled grabbing his satchel and stepping out. "It doesn't make sense to me that's all."

"What's to figure out, ghoul gone bye-bye, all there is need to know. Come on," Dean finished opening the door. "Maybe it's like with the Wendigo, you know? Why was it so far west in Colorado?"

"Yeah I guess you're right."

For a town supposedly so small, the diner was surprisingly somewhat full. They strode in following the seating hostess to somewhere in the back, passing by many tables of red and white décor. The floor tiles were made of black and white in a diagonal pattern, and several uterus-shaped lamps hung over every table. The place seemed like it was made homage to the 1950's. Dean was expecting the waitress's to be dressed in poodle skirts, but was surprised when they were dressed clad in traditional black pants and red tee shirts.

They took their seats in a booth in the far corner. A waitress, a young girl who looked to be in her late teens with smooth dark hair came over and took their orders. Dean watched her leave, his eyes trailing up and down, a playful smirk issuing across his features. Sam rolled his eyes taking his lab top out of his satchel.

"What?" Dean asked.

"Two words Dean: Jail Bait."

"Nah, you're just jealous," he retorted rubbing his palms together.

"Whatever."

Two minutes later, the waitress came back with their beverages. She smiled, "Here you go. Your order should be out in a few."

"Thank you Kerry," Dean answered showing his most charming smile, again watching her as she left. Sam continued to shake his head disapprovingly while typing in a password. Dean gave his brother a whimsical smile while ripping off the end of his straw. He closed his mouth over the edge pointing it at Sam and blew into it. The paper covering darted across the clearing and hit its mark in the middle of Sam's forehead.

"Quit it," Sam snapped.

Dean squealed.

"I gotta tell ya I do hate a bad ghoul, but this one wasn't all that bad," he said quickly changing the subject before his brother had the chance to retaliate.

Sam huffed at his remark. "Yeah, tell that to the gash the size of Connecticut in my leg."

"Oh Sammy, if you only had found those kids faster, maybe it wouldn't have used you for darting practice," he teased.

"Yeah and maybe if you had been a better distraction, I wouldn't have had to worry about it."

"But it did come after me," he pointed out, "Probably because it couldn't resist my charm."

Sam snorted. "And you wonder why it killed itself."

"Ok, where are we off to next?" Dean asked excitably shifting restlessly in his seat.

Sam shook his head again at his brother's antics and his sudden need to hunt anything and everything they could muster. Although it slightly concerned him a bit that was all his brother was focused on at the moment. He hoped it wasn't to keep his mind off the demon deal that would soon end his life. That would intensify the guilt Sam felt even further. Sam constantly searched frantically under his brother's nose every night for a loophole. As of yet, nothing useful would make itself known. So for the time being all he could do was to oblige to his brother's dying wish and find another hunt.

"I'm checking," he answered scrolling through the contents on his laptop. He found a link and clicked on it. "Oh, uh, here's one. A girl in South Dakota got attacked and she swears up and down and all around, something she couldn't see picked up her desk and threw it at her."

"Sounds lame. What's next?"

Sam huffed.

"Seriously dude, we should be hunting bigger game like wendigos or…or werewolves, or some crazy shit like that," he defended waving his fork around in a neat circle.

"Ok, ok, I get it. We'll just send her a sympathy card. 'Sorry we were unable to take care of your poltergeist because we think its wimpy'," Sam retorted sarcastically.

"Shut up."

Dean's fidgeting antics increased tenfold the longer he had to wait for his food. And when he caught sight that the young waitress was carrying it out, Sam swore he hopped up and down like a child. He didn't bother to check the waitress's body again as she placed his plate of goulash and garlic bread in front of him and Sam's usual cheeseburger with fries in front of him. Dean suddenly began shoveling down the pasta in huge gulps at remarkable speed. Sam was afraid he might choke.

"Is there anything else I can get for you two," she asked politely, her eyes widening at Dean.

"No, that's it," Sam replied thankfully just as Dean looked up, his cheeks enlarged from a full mouth resembling like a chipmunk.

"Fank ooohhh," Dean muffled, a little tomato sauce dribbling on his chin. The waitress giggled while walking away.

Sam lifted one of his fries realizing he needed ketchup. To his displeasure, a bottle was nowhere on his table. "Excuse me, miss," he raised his hand hoping to catch the waitress's attention. But she was apparently out of earshot. Dean began searching around knowing what his brother wanted. He caught sight of one on a table right behind them.

"Just ask her," he suggested pointing to the single occupant of the booth directly behind Sam.

Sam rotated in his seat and saw a young woman with long golden brown hair seated with her back turned to him. He tapped her on the shoulder. "Uh…excuse me miss."

She turned around revealing the brightest piercing sapphire eyes Sam had ever seen. They both had a twinkle in them that lit her irises up.

"Yes," she replied in a mystical, soft tone.

He was immediately entranced; a calm numbness spread through his body causing him to slump slightly. He took in the rest of her features. Her hair hung neatly edged around her face and fell a little past her shoulders. She had the face of an angel; it was slightly pale with a pink flush around her cheeks.

"Yes," she replied again, a little annoyed by his sudden delay.

Sam shook his head to clear his daze. "Oh right, sorry. Uh, could w-we borrow your ketchup bootle…I…I mean bottle, please," he stuttered.

"Sure."

He cringed in embarrassment when she went to retrieve the bottle, but briefly caught that she was reading an eye-popping thick novel. Must be Frankenstein.

"Here you go," she smiled.

He returned a big toothy grin taking the bottle. "Thanks." He turned back in his seat, hovering over his plate in an attempt to conceal his sheepish grin. He couldn't explain it, but he couldn't stop smiling. Because he wasn't paying attention, he shook the bottle too hard and a huge glob of sticky tomato juice splattered over his food, the table, and a portion of his shirt. He groaned in dismay gathering a few napkins from a canister and began to wipe his shirt off. He glanced at his brother who now adopted an amusing smirk. Uh Oh.

Dean leaned in.

Oh boy, here we go!

"Dude, you are so lame."

Right on target.

"Would you for once at least make the first move?" Dean questioned when Sam remained silent.

"What are you talking about?" Sam replied wiping some ketchup stains off the screen of the laptop.

"I saw that look. Man you're only human. You're a guy, she's a girl," he babbled interlocking his fingers, raising his eyebrows in a childlike manner.

"Oh my god," Sam exclaimed. "You just now realized that. You should win a medal."

"Shut up, geek-boy. And make a move. Or do I have to?" he said a little louder than Sam appreciated.

"Dude, do you ever shut up? If I want to, I will."

"But you do and yet you don't."

"I will…but…not…right…now," Sam seethed through clenched teeth nodding the back of his head in the girl's direction, hoping Dean would pick up the clue to keep it quiet. Dean obviously didn't get the hint.

"Wimp."

"Nope, I'm just patient."

"Sure, whatever," Dean acknowledged before guzzling down some more pasta.

"Hmmm hymph," Sam forced typing in a few keys on the keyboard, thinking he won the battle.

"Come on, you got to at least talk to her again. She's right there. Time's a wastin'," he urged.

"You don't give up do you?" Sam said.

"Nope. Come on man. Just a simple question. Strike a conversation. Be social," he continued completely ignoring the annoyed glare his brother was giving.

"Dean, when I need dating advice, I'll contact the nearest congregation first, then I'll come to you."

"Nice," Dean looked away. "Just a simple 'hi again' would do."

"No."

"Or 'hi I like your book."

"Stop."

"Or 'so what…"

"NO!" Sam half-shouted in frustration. Realizing half the faces in the diner were staring at him, he slouched in his seat to hide from embarrassment. Dean giggled incessantly. Sam glowered at him. "Drop it."

"Ok," Dean agreed, "But only for the next five minutes."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Why are you my brother?"

Ok folks, that is the first chapter. Tell me what you think. There is a whole lot more in store and the story will pick up later on, trust me! Stay tuned for a little hurt Dean and Sam. Hopefully you won't be disappointed. And let me know what you think about the girl Sam has become infatuated with. There is a twist behind her, so stay tuned!