Chapter 1:

"Well, I guess we're in the right place," Dean pointed up at the sign. It was blinking yellow in the night. The car door slammed shut behind him. He looked at the town below. "Doesn't seem like much of a city."

Sam turned the road map sideways. "It is in Minnesota." Frowning, he turned the map again. "At least, I think it's in Minnesota."

"Guess that's why it seems so dead."Dean smiled at his own pun. "And not in you know, the ghost-y way."

Sam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I get it."

As he said this, Sam saw a streak of light arch overhead. It was close and bubbled a radioactive green that crackled through the air. Screeching behind -and barely missing the Impala Dean and Sam had arrived in- a large RV came to an abrupt stop. Of course, they assumed it was an RV. It also had the general shape of a tank, but they weren't sure you could drive a tank on the highway. A redhead leaned out of an open passenger window. She was reaching middle-age, but still impressive looking, wearing what looked like a skintight scuba suit. Sam and Dean stared as the woman hefted what looked like a telescope wrapped in dozens of electrical wires.

"Go back to the unholy depths from whence you came, ghost!". With a terrifying grimace she aimed the probable telescope and a beam of light launched into the air towards the shrinking green speck. The Winchester brothers dropped to the ground as a nearby tree burst into flames. The scent of pine mixed with the burning stench of ectoplasmic energy.

Sam patted his brother on the shoulder as they stood up. "Guess we're in the right town."

They turned back towards the RV. "Darnit to betsies," spat the lady. "I missed."

A gruff but mollifying voice emerged from the passenger side of the RV. "Sorry, sweetcakes. I should have drove faster. The clutch sticks like the Dickens on this thing."

The two brother's stood, bemused, watching the family farce unfold in front of them. "I thought we were supposed to be on vacation?" added yet another voice. This one was female, like the woman's, though noticeably younger.

Yet another voice added, "Yeah, what about "quality" family time?" This one was a boy's, cracking halfway through. The RV revved as whomever inside shifted gears. The RV glubbing away, the last thing the Winchesters heard was the deep voice answering, "Ghost hunting is family time, kids."

Sam and Dean gave each other a look and headed back into the their 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Opening the passenger door, Sam clambered in. "Kinda reminds me of someone. Well someones."

Dean grunted as he turned over the engine. "Who?"

"Remember those guys from Wisconsin? The Ghostbusters or something?"

"Ugh, the deadbeats crawling all over the Morton Place?"

"Yeah, seems like their kind of... scene. Wonder if they ever got here….?"

Dean made a sour face. "Let's just avoid them and whatever dipshits this town has cooked up, okay?" The Impala's engine purred with a velvet growl, "Okay?" Dean repeated.

Sam laughed as they drove past the welcome sign that had greeted them from the highway. "Yeah, okay."

Amity Park: America's Most Haunted City!