Chapter 1: Up in Smoke

Paris, CA

(Sackett Residence)

Michael Sackett walks into his study holding his mail. He looks through and notices there is an unmarked manilla envelope. He pulls out his letter opener and opens the envelope. Compromising photos of him and a brunette fall onto the desk. He looks through them. Sandra Sackett pokes her head into the study startling him.

Sandra:

I am heading up to bed hon do you need anything before I do?

Michael:

No I'm alright.

Sandra:

Okay I love you goodnight.

Michael:

I love you too.

She closes the door behind her. Michael gathers the photos together and takes them to the fireplace throwing them on and striking a match. The photos start to catch fire and burn and smoke. He turns around running his hand nervously over his face and through his hair. The smoke begins to rise behind him and surround him. He looks around confused.

Michael:

What the hell?

The smoke seems to grab ahold of him, and begins to barrel into his throat stoping the scream before it reaches the air. He struggles as it continues to fill his lungs. Upstairs Sandra is sleeping soundly in the silence. Michael falls to the ground lifeless. The smoke and fire disappears as if it weren't even lit.

Albuquerque, NM

(Horton Residence)

Sam flies up against the wall of the house and falls to the floor. Just as he stands the vengeful spirit of Mildred Horner appears in front of him and grabs him by the neck.

Sam:

A little help here.

He manages to choke out to the other two hunters. Dean and Charlie are busy with the vengeful spirit of two tons of fun Patty Horner Mildred's more browned than brains son.

Dean:

Little busy Sammy!

Charlie ducks as Patty swings towards her.

Dean:

Help him out Charlie. I got him!

Charlie charges at Mildred and swing the iron rod at her. She disappears and Sam drops to the ground. Charlie helps him to his feet and they run to Dean's aid. Sam shoots off a round of salt at Patty and he disappears. The hunters out of breath look at each other.

Charlie:

Where the hell is our big ass pixie with those bones!

Patty and Mildred reappear across the room from them.

Sam:

This sucks.

Dean:

Where's my shotgun?

He looks on the ground and it's laying behind their spirit friends.

Dean:

Oh come on!

Charlie:

You guys distract I'll retrieve.

Sam and Dean look at each other. Mildred and Patty appear in front of them a few feet closer. Charlie runs in between them. Dean swings at Mildred missing her and she throws him to the floor. Patty grabs Sam and tosses him onto the coffee table. Charlie slides to the ground retrieving the shotgun. Cas appears with the bones and tosses them to the ground.

Dean:

About damn time! Salt and burn Cas!

Charlie shoots a round into Mildred and Dean gets to his feet.

Dean:

Charlie behind you!

She turns around and comes face to face with Patty. Mildred grabs Sam by the neck.

Sam:

Not again.

Patty knocks the gun from Charlie's hand.

Charlie:

This is gonna hurt.

She swings at him and he catches the punch picks her up and throws her hard into Dean. Cas grabs the salt and tosses it on the bones. He looks up at the spirits.

Castiel:

Hey Harry the friendly ghost…Bite it!

He throws the match onto the bones and they catch fire. The spirits burst into flames and scream in agony before disappearing. Cas smirks. Sam gets to his feet again rubbing his neck. Dean and Charlie are sprawled onto of each other. Charlie's head is on Deans lap when he looks down and smirks.

Dean:

Nice.

Charlie looks up at him and rolls her eyes. She stands up brushing herself off as Dean props up on his elbows.

Dean:

What?

She kneels down beside him and punches him hard in the shoulder. Her rubs it.

Dean:

Ow.

Charlie helps him to his feet.

Charlie:

In your dreams Winchester.

Dean:

More like fantasy.

They walk over to Cas and Sam.

Dean:

Thanks for the assist Cas.

Castiel:

Their graves were unmarked and not the only ones.

Charlie:

Harry the friendly ghost and bite it? Really?

Castiel:

Was that not correct?

Sam:

Not even close.

Dean:

Let's get out of here. I'm gonna need a painkiller the size of a football.

Sam:

My neck hurts.

The step outside and make their way to the car.

Charlie:

Men are such babies.

In the house Alecse steps from the shadows.

(The Hotel)

Sam is on the computer per usual, and Dean is looking through his duffel. The bathroom door opens and Charlie walks out towel drying her we hair in booty shorts and a tank top.

Charlie:

Showers free.

She walks to her bed and picks up her gun checking the clip. She looks at Dean who is staring.

Charlie:

What?

Dean grabs his stuff.

Dean:

Nothing.

He walks into the bathroom. Sam is still typing away at the computer. Charlie walks over to the fridge and grabs two peers opening them. She sets one next to Sam and sits across from him taking a swig of hers.

Sam:

Thanks.

Charlie:

You got anything?

Sam:

I think so.

He takes a drink. His phone rings and it's Amelia. He turns the computer towards her.

Sam:

I gotta take this.

He answers and walks outside. Charlie grabs the computer and starts to read through. Dean comes out dressed with his hair still damp. He walks over and grabs a beer.

Dean:

Sam find something?

Charlie:

Yeah looks like.

He walks over and leans over her shoulder bracing his hand on the table to take a look.

Charlie:

Man dies of smoke inhalation.

She gets up and Dean takes her seat.

Dean:

Which the investigator states is suspicious. No fire no evidence of smoke, and the fire detector never went off.

Charlie takes her shorts off and slips her jeans on. Dean averts his eyes clearing his throat and turns his attention to the screen.

Dean:

Could be our kind of thing. Where's Sam?

Charlie is slipping her knee high boots on over her skinny jeans.

Charlie:

On the phone outside with Melia.

Dean:

Oh… you okay?

Charlie pulls on her favorite leather jacket.

Charlie:

Yeah, why?

Dean:

Nothing. Where you going?

Charlie:

To get something a little stronger.

She walks out of the room as Sam is walking in.

Sam:

Where's she off to?

Dean:

Bar.

Sam sits down on the edge of the bed.

Sam:

What do you think about the case?

Dean:

We've checked out less. It's worth a look.

Sam takes off his shoes and slips off his pants. The stands and faces Dean.

Dean:

What?

Sam:

Play you for the bed.

Dean looks at Sam's fist and stands.

Dean and Sam:

one, two, three!

Dean throws up a two and Sam a three.

Sam:

So predictable Dean.

Sam lays down on the bed.

Dean:

Man, why can't Charlie take the couch? I mean she won't be back for at least a couple of hours.

Sam:

She's a woman Dean it's called manners.

Dean pouts and takes a pillow and blanket and lays down on the couch.

Dean:

Friggin manners…I'll show you manners.

Sam smiles as Dean continues to murmur to himself. A few hours pass and Dean is still trying to get comfy on the couch. He lets out a defeated sigh. You hear someone struggling with the room key and a quite son of a bitch from charlie on the other side of the door. Dean gets up and opens the door. Charlie falls backwards from obviously sitting on the ground leaning against it she laughs.

Charlie:

I think they gave me the wrong key.

Dean looks at the key card in the slot it's backwards he takes it out, and helps her to her feet.

Dean:

Are you drunk?

Charlie:

No.

He's helping her to the bed and she stumbles a little, and then he sits her down.

Charlie:

Maybe a little bit.

She laughs and Sam snorts in his sleep. She covers her mouth stifling a laugh.

Charlie:

Sorry, okay a lot a bit.

Dean helps her take off her boots.

Charlie:

You're nice you know that. I mean when you're not being all chauvinistic.

Dean:

Huh, thanks…I guess.

She stands up and pulls off her pants leaving her in black boy shorts. Almost falling again Dean sets her back down, and helps her with her jacket. She inhales his scent.

Charlie:

And you smell nice.

She smiles and he looks at her. She pulls him to her in a deep searing kiss. He kisses her back. She sobers a little and pulls away.

Charlie:

I'm sorry.

Dean:

That's okay.

He pulls the covers back for her and she gets in. He pulls them over her.

Charlie:

I miss Melia.

Dean:

I know you do.

Charlie sighs and falls asleep. Dean makes his way back to the couch, and looks over at her one more time before falling back to sleep.