A/N: Hey everyone. Ok this story came to me while I was camping and spending the week with my aunt and cousins in long island NY. My cousins are obsessed with Supernatural and I started to watch it with them. I love it. The boys are adorable. If you don't wanna read its cool but I need to get it out of my head. C/S relationship don't like don't read. Dont own anything

Supernatural CSI

Las Vegas crime lab supervisor Gil Grissom walked down the hallways of the lab toward the break-room where his team consisting of Warrick Brown, Greg Sanders, Sara Sidle , Nick Stokes, and Catherine Willows; were waiting for him to hand out assignments; and boy did he have assignments.

He could hear Warrick and Nick from down the hall.

They must be playing that stupid game again.

Grissom shook his head as he walked toward his kiddies. He leaned against the doorframe watching them for awhile. Catherine and Sara were sharing the couch reading something together. Nick and Warrick were in front of the TV; game controllers in hand; and Greg sat starring at Sara and Catherine. Grissom walked behind Greg and tapped his shoulder.

"Huh?"

"Greg you're starring.'

Having heard their bosses voice the rest of the team gave him their attention.

"Okay guys. Nick and Greg you have a smash and grab at the Bellagio. Don't talk to the insurance attorneys until you process the evidence." The warning meant for Greg more than Nick.

"You got it boss." The well built Texan took the assignment slip from Grissom and pulled Greg out with him.

Grissom turned his attention to his other three CSI's.

"Warrick a DB in Henderson, Brass is waiting for you."

The tall African American stretched his long body out as he stood.

"No prob Griss."

Grissom looked at Catherine and Sara who were looking at each other mischievously.

"Ladies you have a db with suspicious circs."

When Grissom went silent both women frowned.

"Where is it Gil?" Catherine asked.

Grissom didn't answer. Sara looked from Grissom to Catherine and back again. She stood and took the assignment sheet from him and read the address. Grissom looked over at Catherine with sympathy and humor in his eyes.

"What's that look for Grissom?" Sara asked very confused,

He just shrugged and walked toward the door. Sara gave the sheet to Catherine as she walked over to her. As Catherine read it to herself Sara saw the color drain from Catherine's face.

"Gilbert Grissom this isn't funny."

Catherine's tone was mixed with anger fear and disappointment. Sara watched the exchange of glances and decided to ask.

"What's wrong Cath?"

Before Catherine could answer Grissom interrupted.

"You can explain in the car Catherine Sophia is waiting for you guys."

Catherine burned a hole the size of a man-hole cover into Grissom's back as he walked out of the break-room. The girls started to walk out when Grissom popped his head back in.

"O and ladies behave yourselves tonight I don't wanna hear about any antics going on between you two tonight."

Cath squinted her captivatingly blue eyes in a disapproving glare and Sara stuck her tongue out at him as they walked toward the locker-room.

Dean Winchester sat on the bed of yet another cede motel waiting for his brother, Sam to get of the phone with whomever he is speaking so intently to. Sam and Dean have been traveling around the country for the past three years looking for the demon that killed their mother and Sam's girlfriend Jessica. While on their journey killing any supernatural forces they came across.

Dean looked over at Sam as he hung up the phone. Sam had an amused look his on face as he looked over at his brother from his position at the table.

"What do you have Sammy?"'

"An old friend of mine from college works as a patrol officer in Nevada. He thinks there is something stranger happening in an old abandoned asylum in Summerlin; which is a suburb of sort to Las Vegas.

"Oh Sin City. Why did he call you? You didn't tell him about the family did you?"

Sam shook his head.

"No man nothing like that. Don and I had a class together that touched on the supernatural in some literature and he and I got put on a research project together and we have been friends ever since but because the paranormal was how we became friends it became something we always talked about. So when he hears something interesting he always calls me. He gives me all the details and I tell him what I think and that's as far as it goes."

"So what makes this time different?"

"The fact that there is a dead teenager this time,"

Dean nodded and jumped to his feet.

"How long ago?"

"Well he was the responding officer. He is still waiting for the CSI's to get there."

"Well shall we go then?"

Sam closed his laptop and headed for the door closely followed by Dean.

Sara drove the Denali down the highway heading toward their crime scene when She figured she better ask Catherine now before they get to busy.

"So Cath tell me why you had a look of death on your face when you read the slip?"

"I keep forgetting you aren't from Vegas. There are a lot of stories that go along with this place. Just like any other place like it across the U.S this asylum comes along with the teenage dares and the ghost stories and all that stuff."

"Well that's right up my alley."

Catherine smiled.

"Well I had been dared when I was in high school to spend a night there with a few friends and let's just say I didn't stay all night."

Sara stole quick glances of her as she tried to judge her facial expression while simultaneously trying not to have an accident.

"Something happened to you didn't it?"

"Sara I really don't wanna talk about it right now ok."

Sara looked over at Catherine who was playing with the ring on her left hand. She pulled off the highway and made her way through the dead streets of Summerlin toward the old asylum and she debated whether to pull over and force Catherine to talk to her or to just let it go. She opted on the latter and made her way down to the gate of the asylum.

The flashing of the cop cars lights gave the place a surreal look and Sara could see Catherine sinking into her seat. She reached over to her and took her face into her hands.

"Catherine listen to me. If it would make you more comfortable we will process each room together. Ok?"

Catherine smiled and nodded.

"Ok ready baby?"

Catherine leaned across the center consol and placed a chased kiss on Sara's lips and excited the car. Sara smiled to an empty car and then got out and grabbed her kit.

The ladies walked up the yellow tape were Sophia was waiting.

"Hey Sophia; what do we got?"

"The vic is a Cory manning, 18 years old a senior at the local High School. He was dared to spend the night by some of his classmates. When he didn't show up to school this morning they went to look for him and found him dead and called the police."

"So why the suspicious circumstances claim?" Sara asked holding the door open for the other two ladies.

"When you see the body you'll understand. The M.E's there and we are still making sure the building is secure. Don't leave the room till you get the all clear from me."

"You got it."

As Sara took in her surroundings Catherine tried to stay focused on the task at hand. Walking into the room David was in Catherine was hit with a fear she couldn't shake but desperately tried to ignore.

Focus Cath. Think of the victim.

"Hey Dave."

"Hey Cath. You know this is a new one on me. I can't get to the body till you and Sara print the door and knock it down."

"Excuse me? What are you talking about?"

"Well the victim is locked in a padded cell in a straight jacket."

Catherine looked through the window into the room David was standing by. In the corner of the small cell sat curled up against the left rear corner was their Vic wrapped in a straight jacket. His face was so twisted in terror that it made Catherine sick to her stomach.

"Oh fuck me."

"Catherine?"

Catherine jumped as Sara walked up to them and put her kit down next to Catherine's.

"So how do you wanna do this?"

"Well we need this door opened so print it and break it."

Sara knelt down and grabbed her print kit and Catherine grabbed the camera and started snapping away.

Dean speed down the highway heading through the Nevada desert, looking for that neon oasis, with Sam passed out in the passenger seat. Dean needed a distraction to keep himself awake so he choose a tape from his collection and decided to wake Sam up. Turning the volume up all the way, he placed the cassette into the tape deck and hit play. Metallica's Ride the Lightning blasted through the car. Its opening rift and drum beat vibrated the windows in the car, it also caused Sam to wake with a start.

"Oh yeah really funny Dean.'

Dean just sang along with the song and speed toward the exit to Vegas.

"You know Dean you should start to slow down we are getting close to the city."

"Yeah alright, where are we staying Sammy?"

Sam looked at the travel book he grabbed from the last rest stop they stopped at.

"Well all the cheap motels are off the strip and the place we want to be is about three exits back so we should find a mid way point."

Dean pulled off the highway and pulled into the first motel they found.