Authors Note:

As much as I'd like to *and probably to the relief of the brothers*, I do not own Sam or Dean or any part of Supernatural :P Eric Kripke is the true genius behind this epic show!

But I do own Jadell Lang and Brittany XD This story is completed on my deviantART (DITTOFAN04) page, so I will do my best to upload it all here

This story is based in my hometown as well ;D

Summary: Sam and Dean travel to a small town in Ohio after learning about a brutal murder of a local girl. It seems like the tiny suburb holds a secret that the boys never expected to find out about.

Sam slowly drove down Canal Street and wasn't surprised to see police cars and fire trucks parked around a large square hole that had humongous piles of ash and charred debris scattered around, right where a haunted warehouse had once stood. Bits of burnt, splintered wood stuck out in a few places or laid on the ground. Ken was standing in front of the hole, holding a sobbing Margarita.

"Stop the car, Sammy," Dean ordered softly.

"Of course, Dean." Sam parallel parked in between two other vehicles just a little ways up the road.

"I'll be back." Dean got out of the car and headed directly for the Roberts.

"Mr. and Mrs. Roberts?" Dean called out to them.

The couple turned and were surprised to see him approaching them, out of uniform.

"Would you mind if I speak to you in private?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Of course, Agent Olsen, just...give us a moment," Ken replied with a shuddering breath.

"Alright. Take your time."

Dean walked across the street to allow Ken and Margarita a bit more time to grief.

Ten minutes later they joined him.

"What is it you wanted to talk to us about, Agent Olsen?"

"First off, I would like to sincerely apologize for your loss. I know the warehouse meant a great deal to you and was a cherishable symbol of this town," Dean started off, trying not to mix up his words, though they felt stuck in his throat. But he knew he had to make amends. He owed the Roberts so much. Though it probably wouldn't matter in the next 24 hours or so. But the Winchester in him told him that he had to do the right thing, no matter what.

"It is alright," Ken said, even though it really wasn't, "we can always rebuild."

"And we can always turn the warehouse into a restaurant," Margarita smiled weakly, "Ken had always said that my cooking was that good."

"Well, if...if it's what you want to do, go for it. Don't...don't let anything stop you." Dean fought to hold back tears as he extended his hand out.

Ken was confused at Dean's behavior, but he shook his hand anyways.

"Second of all," Dean added hesitantly, "I'm...not really an agent."

Ken's and Margarita's eyes widened at this, their jaws dropping.

"Then...then who are you?"

"My name is Dean Winchester. I came here with my younger brother to deal with some issues. That is all I can tell you."

Dean then turned and headed back to the Impala, leaving Ken and Margarita to stare after him with disbelief.

Dean got back into the passenger side, slamming the door shut. He put a hand on his face.

"Dean? You okay?" Sam asked, concerned.

"One more stop," Dean answered quietly.

"Jadell's house?"

Dean's silence was enough of a reply to him.

Sam then pulled out of the parking spot and drove off.

Ethan opened the door when he heard a knock on the door.

"Agent Meyer, Agent Olsen. What's up?" he asked upon seeing Sam and Dean. They were in uniform this time.

"Ethan, is Jadell home," Sam asked hopefully.

Ethan's face became solemn. Sam and Dean exchange worried looks.

"She is," Ethan replied softly. "But -" he hesitated to finish, looking as if he was about to cry.

"Ethan, what's wrong?"

"She's...fallen really ill all of a sudden. The doctors aren't sure what's causing the illness or even how she got it. One minute she was practicing the piano, the next she's on the floor, unconscious and really really pale."

Sam and Dean knew what was happening.

"Do you mind if we see her?"

Ethan stepped aside, a tear streaming down from his left eye. For a minute, Sam and Dean thought about not entering and just leaving, but Ethan told them that is was alright. So they did.

"She may be asleep," Ethan warned the brothers as they began to ascend the stairs.

"We'll be sure not to bother her if she is," Sam assured him, "thank you."

Ethan didn't respond. Instead, he disappeared into the kitchen.

Sam noticed that the light in Jadell's bedroom was off as he and Dean approached her door.

"Looks like she is asleep," Sam whispered, trying not to be loud as to not disturb Jadell.

"No, it's okay," a weak voice came from the room, making them jump, "please, come in."

Sam and Dean looked at each other before cautiously entering the sixteen year old's room.

A faint glow filled the room as a small lamp flicked on beside Jadell's bed. She was sitting upright in it, wearing a black night shirt with black shorts, though the thick comforter concealed the shorts. Her skin looked extremely pale in the light and her eyes had dark circles under them. Large, purplish-grey blotches covered her skin from head to toe. It was a truly gruesome sight. The brothers figured that she was gonna be the first victim of the grisly plague. Lucky her.

"Jadell? How are you feeling?" Sam mentally kicked himself for asking such a ridiculous question. Of course she was feeling extremely sick, otherwise she wouldn't be looking the way she was now.

"I've been better," Jadell smiled weakly, "I feel tired right now."

"We could leave if you wish," Dean said.

"No, no. You don't have to. I'm sure whatever I have isn't that bad. I mean, I've had a severe case of the flu and food poisoning. I'm sure this will pass over like they had."

The Winchester Brothers didn't have the heart to tell her that she would never recover from this disease. She was basically doomed from the day she was born. Fate was just evil that way.

Jadell suddenly was overcome by a round of horrible coughing. And with each expulsion, blood splattered on her bed sheets. The young girl looked at them, with wide, terrified eyes. She began to cry. Sam and Dean moved over to her quickly to get her to calm down.

"What is happening to me?" she sobbed.

"We don't know...and we wish we could do something about it," Sam answered as calmly as he could.

"We're sorry that this is happening," Dean added, rubbing Jadell's back, soothingly.

Jadell looked up at them both.

"Who are you two?"

"We're agents," Dean answered nervously.

Jadell shook her head. "Since when does the FBI send out their agents to a Podunk town like Canal Fulton to deal with a crime the local police could handle?"

The brothers shared another look, this time a busted one.

"You got us there," Dean chuckled lightly, "okay, in truth: Sam and I are brothers. We came here to investigate the haunting at the warehouse after we heard about Brittany's murder."

"You don't think it was really ghosts?" Jadell scoffed.

"We didn't have to think, we knew."

Jadell stared at them incredulously. "You're joking, right?"

"We wish we were, Jadell," Sam sighed, "but it's true. Ghosts exist. As well as other things."

"So, when I had seen my mom in the mirror...that was her ghost?"

"It might've been. It might've not been," Dean replied truthfully. "Some spirits have the ability to make the living see what they want you to see, just to scare you."

"How do you know so much about this?" Jadell began coughing again. Sam patted her back as Dean handed her the glass of water that had been sitting on her bedside table. She drank some after she finished coughing.

"It's kind of a long story," Sam said once she was okay. "'s sort of a family business."

"Are you like the Ghosthunters?"

"Yeah, only we hunt other things besides ghosts." Dean smiled.

"Like what?"

"Would you believe us if we told you vampires and werewolves?"

"Right now? Probably not."

"Yeah, that's what most people say." Dean laughed. That brought a tiny smile out on Jadell's face.

It quickly faded as her eyes started to glaze over. Sam and Dean got up quickly and helped her lay down.

"We should let you rest."

Jadell nodded. "I do feel...a little tired." She had difficulty keeping her eyes open.

Ethan came into the room and stopped when he saw the blood on the comforter.

"Not again." He rushed over to his sister and felt her forehead. He noted that her fever had escalated since he had checked it last, which was about an hour ago.

"We'll be going, now so we won't be in the way," Dean said.

Ethan didn't reply. He remained sitting beside his sister, holding her hand now.

Sam and Dean decided to sneak out and let themselves out.

Back in the Impala, Dean sat behind the wheel and took off his tie, throwing it in the back seat.

"I hate our job."

"I know, Dean. But think of how many lives we saved before just by doing what we hate," Sam pointed out.

"Too bad this damn town doesn't have that option." Dean started the car and drove out of the driveway. "Freakin' demons."

As they made their way towards the exit, Sam took notice of the citizens. Some of them had beginning tell-tale signs of the same illness Jadell had. Others looked worse. The plague was already starting.

"Do you think there will be any survivors?" Sam asked, knowing the true answer as he looked over at his big brother.

"When it involves demons, when is there ever survivors?" Dean replied, not looking at him. A single tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't bother wiping it away.

The sun slowly began to set on the horizon as the Impala pulled onto Highway 224, but instead of a beautiful sunset with red and orange with violet streaks, the skies over Canal Fulton were dull and grey, lifeless. Just like the tiny town would be soon enough. The Winchester Brothers were forced to put another town out of their memories as to not cause themselves anymore grief and pain. It was all part of the job that they had been cursed with ever since they were kids. And it never got easy.


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