Summary: A 13 year old Sam and a 17 year old Dean are left alone while their dad is off on a hunting trip. Things seem fine, until a spirit attacks the unsuspecting teens.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own these sexy beast, lol, only in my dreams.

Hey! I'm back! For those of you that have read my other story, Snowed In, I'm telling you now this is not going to be as long. I am currently in the 'course selection' process at the middle school, so I am very stressed out. I don't know what I want to do with the rest of my life yet! Ahahah!

I am definitely not as proud of this as I was of Snowed In, so don't kill me if it is horrible, I really do have a lot of stuff going on right now, sorry! I hope you guys find some enjoyment from it!

"Ok, guys, I'm leaving."

John Winchester grabbed his bags and yelled though out their small, rented house.

When he heard no response from his two teenaged sons, he tried again.

"Guys! I going now! I'm not going to be back for a couple weeks!"

"OK, bye Dad," came the yell from his 17 year old son, Dean, the elder of the two. He was off in another room, talking to his friends on line, which was a little uncommon for him.

The Winchester's never really had many friends; they never stayed any where to make any. But they had been in this small town in South Dakota for a couple weeks now, and Dean had managed to make some friends.

Yet, there was still no reply from John's, 13 year old son, Sam. But he hadn't really expected one.

They had just got in a fight, again, last night. Sam was complaining how he didn't like this house that they were in, saying that there was a bad vibe about it.

He had been getting a lot of bad vibes lately, and they were usually helpful in a hunt, but on a normal basis they were annoying.

So, John didn't want to hear anything of it. It was the only place that they could fine on such short notice for such a long period of time. He was also sick of his youngest always complaining.

John waited a couple more seconds, and then yelled one finally "goodbye" as he left his the small house.

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"So, Dean, you going to have any parties this weekend?" Sam asked smirking.

Dean didn't take his eyes from the computer screen that he was staring so feverishly at, but he smiled and replied devilishly, "Maybe."

"Do you like it here Dean?" Sam asked, but in a more serious tone.

"Umm… Duh…" the response was kindda delayed.

Sam waited to see if Dean was going to ask him if he liked it here, but when if didn't come, he responed anyway. "Well, I kindda like it here, I guess, but it is kindda boring."

"mmhhhmmm," Dean said, clearly annoyed with his little brother's pestering.

"Dean, what are we having for dinner?" Sam asked his big-brother, who continue to type away.

Dean didn't answer, too involved in his conversation to be bothered by his annoying, little brother.

It wasn't that Dean didn't care about Sam; it was just that he had finally made some friends other than his family for once.

"Dean?..." Sam persisted.

"Arrggg," Dean let out an exasperated sigh, "Can't you just made you self something?"

Sam could tell that Dean wasn't in the mood to be bothered. Usually this wouldn't upset Sam, for he was a very independent person, but the younger Winchester couldn't help but realize that Dean had been paying less and less attention to him. It also didn't help that Sam had not found any friends in this new town, too scared of the loss he would face when they left.

So, with a defeated look on his face, Sam decided to leave his brother alone.

"Yeah, ok. You want anything?"

"Nope," came the slightly delayed response. "Hey, Sam, do you mind if I go out tonight?"

No verbal response came, for Sam was too down-trodden to use his voice, so instead he just shrugged and went off to scavenge the barren cabinets for food.

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