Chapter 1

"We got a case Dean!" yelled Sam, walking into the motel room.

"Dude, you sound just like dad when you say that." said Dean, crawling out of bed.

"Here." said Sam, handing Dean a coffee.

"Oh baby, I've missed you." he said to the coffee as he sipped it.

Sam sat on the opposite bed, staring at Dean as if he had grown two heads. Dean looked up from his coffee to see Sam staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing." said Sam.

Sam got up and went to his laptop. He threw down some papers he had been holding in his hands and booted up his laptop.

"So what did you find out?" asked Dean.

"Uh, there's a family down in New Orleans that is having problems with their house. Things like kids seeing things, parents seeing things-"

"Like some kind of Amityville Horror?" said Dean, cutting of Sam.

"Sounds like it." said Sam.

"Are you sure?" asked Dean. "I mean, it could be nothing."

"Dean, come on. The newspaper says the kids were terrified after seeing a distorted child's face." said Sam. "Seems pretty strange to me."

"I mean, I just don't want to drive all the way down there unless it's absolutely necessary." said Dean.

"Why don't you want to go down there?" asked Sam, turning his full body towards Dean.

"I do, it's just, I think we should make sure it's the real deal before we have to drive all the way to New Orleans. Besides, it's messy down there." said Dean.

"Messy? Dean what is wrong with you? You said so yourself you went on your own case alone down there and you loved it." said Sam.

"Yea well I've changed my mind." said Dean.

"Dean, what aren't you telling me? Why the sudden change in your opinion?" asked Sam.

"Nothing." said Dean. "If you wanna go, we'll go. But let's make it snappy. I don't have a good feeling about this one."

Dean stood up before Sam could say anything and went to the bathroom for a shower. He closed the door and left Sam with a confused look on his face. Sam shrugged and went back to researching on his laptop.

Dean emerged ten minutes later dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt with a green jacket. He stuffed all of his clothes in his bags and grabbed his knife from underneath his pillow. He sheathed it and placed it into his bag.

"Sammy, wake up." said Dean, pushing Sam's foot to wake him up.

"Dude, I told you, it's Sam." he grumbled.

"Yea whatever." said Dean. "Come on, let's get going."

Sam drug himself out of bed and packed up his things. Sam finished loading the impala as Dean checked out.

They were on the road in less than five minutes. Destination: New Orleans.

Let me know what you think...please!