Spy Guy: Just a quick update, because this took me quite a long time. My apologies. It's the end of the year and all, and I'm in a musical so...it's been busy today. Very busy. I had a little time, and decided to whip this up. I'm sorry it's so short, and it's kind of filler, but in the next chapter, Sam and Dean meet the Fentons, so, that will be exciting I assure you.

Thank you all for your reviews. I really appriciated them, even if there were a few I haven't replied to. I'm sorry for that. I'll try better next time.

And the next chappy will be longer too. Promise.

Amity Park was a crumbling city, with dirty sky scrapers, and cracked sidewalks. Many buildings had either broken windows, or burn damage. Driving over the rough pavement, Sam and Dean stared at their surroundings, unsure of what to think.

"What happened here?" Sam asked, staring at a pile of rubble that had one been an apartment complex.

"Dunno." Dean replied. "You see the cars parked along the street. They're rich people's cars…so it's not money."

"Gangs?" His brother suggested.

Dean simply shrugged, and pulled into a local restaurant, quickly finding a parking spot. It was late in the afternoon of a Friday, so the place was teaming with kids hanging out after school. A crowd of jocks in red and white varsity jackets sat in a convertible, laughing uproariously as they chowed down on greasy hamburgers and fries.

"'The Nasty Burger'." Sam read, looking up at the spinning sign. "That really makes me want to eat here."

"At least it comes right out and tells you what to expect." Dean replied, crawling from inside the Impala. "No disappointment that way."

The boy lay, pale and still on a thin mattress, hooked up to numerous wires and machines. Jazz couldn't stand seeing him so helpless.

No one was sure what had happened…not even herself. Danny had surely been back from patrol. He never stayed out too late.

But then, their mother had found him.

Gauze was wrapped around his neck, thick and unmarred by blood. The girl knew that beneath those bandages, lurked the wound that had started all of this; the cut across his throat that should have killed him. In his bedroom, there was blood everywhere, staining not only the carpet, but the wood around the window. It was even splattered on the bricks outside. The whole thing was just too much to think about. Danny should have died…

But he didn't…he was still alive.

It was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because her brother was still breathing…and a curse because he was in the hands of doctors. If they prodded too closely, or delved too deep into the problem, they would surely find out what he was…

And Jazz knew that she could never let that happen.

She would protect her little brother…one way or another.

"Why are they trying to kid themselves?" Dean mumbled, stuffing yet another large bite of burger into his mouth. "This food's delicious."

Sam absentmindedly ran a French fry through a puddle of ketchup, making grotesque patterns in the red paste. He couldn't stop thinking about the case, and about Danny…and how he didn't die. Possession kept coming back to him…but then…why was the boy in a coma? If he were possessed by a demon, he would be fine.

So…why wasn't he dead?

At that moment, the group of jocks entered the restaurant, led by one with blonde hair. He said a few words the others, and smirked as his followers laughed in response. Sam sighed, turning to the window, noticing that it had started to rain, which explained the sudden flux of people in the building.

"What kind of sauce do you think this is on here, Sammy?" Dean asked, peeling back the bun of his half-demolished burger. "It's not ranch, or anything weird like that. I can't place the flavor."

"Well…" Sam said, smiling slightly. "This is the Nasty Burger. Maybe they call it 'Nasty sauce.'"

Dean's face paled.

"Are you serious?" He blanched.

"I dunno." His brother replied. "Maybe."

"Oh God…that's just…That's just wrong." Dean set his burger on the table, taking a long pull from his drink. He was frowning, running his tongue over in his mouth as he tried to purge it of the taste. Sam had to admit, it was funny to see his brother's reaction.

But there were more pressing matters.

"Dean…do you get a weird vibe from this place?" The man asked, leaning on his hand as he once again turned his eyes to the window. The sky was cloudy and gray, without even a hint of sunlight…and…there was a feeling in the air…

A feeling of foreboding.

"I get a weird vibe about any place that serves something called nasty sauce on burgers." His brother grumbled in reply, glaring angrily at his meal.

"Never mind." Sam replied, shaking his head to drive away the feeling. He stood up, collecting the remnants of his meal in his hands. "We should probably interview the boy's parents before it gets too dark. Hopefully they're at home, and we can figure out what happened to their son…maybe there's something we're missing."

Dean nodded, reaching over to grab his coat.

"Let's hit the road, Sammy."

He could feel a blade, cold against his neck, teasing the skin of his throat. His mysterious attacker was hidden in shadow, holding a wicked knife in one hand, the front of Danny's suit in the other.

"Aren't you something?" The creature hissed, the knife's sharp edge gently slicing the boy's flesh. Danny struggled in vain, unable to phase away from his attacker. He was weak…too weak…

He was tired.

"What will happen when I do this?" The monster chuckled, a wicked sneer curling over his face.

The knife cut deep…

And…

And…

In his hospital bed, Danny stirred, his eyes flickering beneath his lids as he slowly began his return to the world of the living.

Spy Guy: Who can guess who Danny's attacker was. Guess. I dare you. Winner gets...a cookie, or something else undetermined. Guess. C'mon.

And Review...because I love reviews, and they'll make me feel better when I lose my voice tomorrow and can't sing. I'm in a musical so...that would be really bad. Really really bad. I'm the lead so...yeah.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you come back next time, ya'hear?

-Lor