Hey guys!

So! I wanted to do this story for so long! But I wanted to do it different, because it has been done a couple of times. So I hope it worked out!
I want to dedicate this story to Romi! I'm just happy to know ya girl! And I soooo want to thank my bestest Pumpkin (Soncnica) for helping me to keep sense in all that ;) *hugs*... so if you haven't read something from her... you definitely have to check her out.

Well, I don't want to go on and babble. Enjoy the Intro! Tell me what you think... and I warn you... there is a lot of "awww" ahead.

„So, Missouri called you?" Sam asked.

"Jepp." Dean causally replied.

"And she told you that she has something just our kind of thing?" he asked further.

"Yes." There it was again. For a moment Sam felt like strangling his brother. Sighing quietly he continued his inquiry.

"So. Did she tell you anything else?"

"Jeppers!"

"Dean!" Sam threatened.

He could see his brother's grin blossom as he watched him.

"Yes, Sammy?" his brother asked innocently, braking and stopping the car on the side of the road.

"Do you mind sharing some information, dude?"

"We're here." Dean simply said, shrugging his head in a general direction.

Sam looked at him.

"What?" he asked.

"We. Are. Here." Dean smiled a cheesy smile, then growing serious again he shut down the engine and opened his door.

"Missouri… kinda knew where we were at the moment. Always gives me the jeebies…" he muttered under his breath, turned to Sam and asked impatiently: "You coming?"

Sam unbuckled himself and got out of the car giving Dean a dirty look.

"What?" Dean asked, smirking.

"Where is 'here' exactly?" Sam asked instead of answering, trying not to sound too annoyed at his brother's behaviour, but failing miserably.

"Greybull, Wyoming?!" Dean answered, ignoring Sam's cadence and the roll of his little brother's eyes.

"You know Sammy, you might don't remember, because it was the time when I still had to change your diapers, but we lived here for a few months."

Now Sam's curiosity was awoken.

"We lived here?"

"Jupp. In exactly that building. That's why Missouri called us… me. She got information that something's going on in that sorry excuse of a motel."

"What do you remember about the time we lived there?" Sam wanted to know looking at the run-down place.

"Don't remember much." Dean answered.

At Sam's raised eyebrows he continued:

"I mean, I was what? Eight? Plus, I've been sick while we lived here."

"I don't remember that. I don't remember you ever being sick…" Sam said trying to recognize something, anything.

"That's because Dad had Pastor Jim take you, guess he was worried you'll pick it up or something... I remember that when he told me I was kinda… uhhh… never mind." Dean stopped himself from finishing the sentence, starting for the abandoned motel instead, walking along the line of doors and reading the room-numbers out aloud.

Sam remained where he was for a moment, and then hurried to follow his brother.

"Do you know what we're looking for?" He asked.

"You'll like this Sam!" Dean said, grinning again, as he pushed open one of the ugly green doors and vanished inside the motel room.

Sam stopped again. Something was off. He felt that odd tingling running down his spine, the fine hair at the back of his neck starting to rise, alerting him of trouble.

"Dean?" he asked, his hands wandering to the waistband of his jeans where his gun was hidden.

"Holy shit! Sam, get you scrawny ass in here. You gotta see this!" Dean's muffled reply from inside the room made Sam even more uneasy.

Sam took a look around him, still at unease, but finally shrugging it off he stepped over the threshold and into the dull-lit room.

In the moment he entered, several things happened all at once.

A blinding white flash, followed by a deafening bang echoed through the little room, ozone almost making it impossible to breathe.

Sam could see Dean fly through the air like a rag doll, hitting the opposite wall, then darkness ripped him away...

For Dean, things were similar. He felt himself be airborne and hitting the wall hard, sliding down and gagging on the powerful ozone-smell. Dazed, he forced his eyes open and for the blink of an eye he thought he could see...

"SAM!"

... to be continued