(A/N) Hey everyone. Welcome to my first attempt at a Supernatural story. I've decided to broaden my repertoire of Fanfictions and embark on a journey of badly written stories on my new found love of Supernatural. This story will take place sometime in between the start and the end of season 2.

Introduction: After John's death, his sons Sam and Dean continue their father's legacy by hunting evil wherever it may go. Their duties lead them to a small town in Missouri where they stumble upon another pair of siblings who have more in common with the two brothers than they know. Will the mysterious brother sister duo be who they seem?

Okay, now on to the fun bit… disclaimers!! Yay!! Erm… I do not own Sam or Dean or any other character I may decide to throw in. The brother and sister however, are figments of my demented imagination. If I've missed anything, sue me!! Actually no please don't…

"Why do the bad guys always have to be in small hick towns like this?" Dean whined to his brother Sam. The two sat in a small bar in the middle of nowhere. The bar was pretty full, probably because it was the only one in town. Dean sat on a bar stool, elbow on the table and head in his hand. Sam had his laptop out and was paying the smallest amount of attention to his brother. He found that the best way of keeping his sanity. Dean continued to moan to nobody. "Why can't they ever be in LA, or New York? Or Vegas!? I wish there were more vampires in Vegas…"

"Dean… this goes back over 20 years. Every year, on exactly 2 days from today, there is a supposed suicide in this town. All by hanging… all women." Sam said.

Dean, snapping out of his own little world, sits up and looks at Sam. "So what do you think we are dealing with here? A spirit?"

"Maybe… could be a vengeful spirit with something against women."

Dean sat silent for a moment. He took a drink of his warm beer in a dirty glass. "Who was the last victim?"

Sam's fingers typed away on his keyboard. Bringing up the information on his screen, he read it to Dean. "Uhmmm… A Martha Westerly, age 35. Left behind a husband John, and a kid, Kyle."

"You got an address?" Dean asked.


"Okay. We'll check it out tomorrow morning."

Sam nodded as he shut his laptop.

"In the mean time, I'm gonna get wasted. You in?" Dean asked with a look of crooked innocence on his face.

"No thanks. I think I'll just head back to the motel. Don't wake me up when you get in." Sam replied. He picked up his laptop and began to leave.

"Suit yourself power nerd." Dean called out. Sam just gave him the finger over his shoulder and continued walking. A smile on his face, Dean downed the rest of his fowl tasting beer and headed over to the bar for the next round. When he got there he spotted an attractive looking girl sitting by herself at a table. He noticed her because she was probably one of the few people in the bar with more than 5 teeth. Long black hair, light blue eyes, a blue sweater and faded jeans. Dean quickly ordered his drink and made his way over to the table.

"Hi there." He said with his winning-est smile plastered on his face. She looked up at him and flashed her pearly whites too.

"Hi." She said back.

"Mind if I have a seat?"

"Go ahead." She said, one arm on the table, the other holding her drink.

"I'm Dean." He introduced as he extended his hand. She brought hers forward and shook his.


"Okay answer me this Jenna. What is a girl like you doing all by herself in a place like this?" Dean asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well actually I…" Jenna began but before she could finish, someone was standing in between her and Dean. Dean looked up at him. He was a young guy with messy black hair. He wasn't tremendously tall, about 5'10, solid build, wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" The guy asked. He sat down before either of them could answer.

"Um… yeah." Jenna said under her breath as she rolled her eyes at him.

With a smile on his face, the mystery man introduced himself to Dean. "Hey, I'm James."

"Dean." They shook hands and an awkward silence followed. Jenna was looking around kind of embarrassed while James still had his big grin on. Feeling kind of awkward himself having made a move on someone who was taken, Dean stood up. "Anyway, I should probably go." He said with a smile and left the table. He finished off his drink and left the bar.

"Why did you have to do that?" Jenna asked a little irritated.

"What? What did I do?" James defended himself. His cheeky grin made Jenna even more frustrated.

"You scared him off that's what. He seemed nice too. Not like some of the other guys that hit on me."

"All I did was introduce myself. Are my classic good looks that intimidating?" James continued to joke.

"Ha! Yeah right." Jenna laughed. She took a sip of her rum and coke as she shook her head. "You are so unbelievably dorky."

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree little sis."

(A/N) There it is. The first chapter. Tell me what you guys think. Half decent, amazingly awesome, total garbage? Should I continue with it or should I abandon all hope and go live in a box. I'm a big boy. I can take your criticism. Peace.