K, so a little explanation first.
1.) This is my first fic of any kind, so, be kind, but I welcome any and all constructive criticisms
2.) This is set as up-to-date as I can recall in iCarly, but only 3rd season of Supernatural, b/c I have not seen the 4th season, and it would not make any sense for them to be "here" during the Apocalypse of the 5th season. So, Sam and Dean are still B-planning a way out of the "contract" w/ the crossroads demon.
3.) Also, it goes without saying, I do not own Supernatural, or iCarly.
Chapter 1
"What do you mean, NO EXPLANATION!?!?!? A semi disheveled man is yelling at the blemished doorman of the historic Bushwell Hotel, in Downtown Seattle. "People do not just decide to jump from a 9th story balcony for no reason."
"I KNOW, Spencer, and the police will be here tomorrow to answer any questions, and give the whole building an update on the situation. "Retorted Lewbert, "now, if you'll excuse me, I have to groom my wart. All this stress it making it grow."
"Well, I just don't like it Lewbert. What with all the strange noises coming from the apartment above the Benson's, and now this? What else can possibly happen?"
As if to mock Spencer, the stapler on the frost desk floats up, apparently of its own will and is flies through the plate glass window of the Hotel. Spencer looks up form the floor as he crawls to the elevator.
"I think I'll just go upstairs and check on Sam and Carly."
--A few hours east, a pristine '69 Impala tears up I-90 through West Montana.--
A man with longish brown hair shouts over the late 70's rock blaring through the speakers, from the passenger seat.
"Here's something, and it's not to far too from here." He lifts up a copy of the Seattle Times,
"The Bushwell in scenic downtown Seattle is receiving publicity this week, after an apparent suicide off of the 9th floor. Sources have been quoted,
'Nothing is confirmed yet, but there is no need for alarm. The fine citizens of Seattle can rest easy knowing that Seattle's finest are watching out for them.'"
His brother, with a chiseled chin and shorter cropped dirty blonde hair, turns to him incredulously.
"Come on, Sammy, a guy decides to take a swan dive off a high-rise, and that spells ghost to you."
"That's not all, it goes on with a statement from one of the residents, and frankly I'm surprised they let this through the editing…'Carly Shay a girl who lives in the building, and the host of the hit webshow iCarly gave this statement 'I just don't get it. What's going on here? Mr. Harlensenshestershire was really happy, last I talked to him, he was getting ready to go to his brother's in New York, for his wedding. Why would he all of a sudden do this. And what about the strange parties in the abandoned apartment on the 9th floor...They're not connected are they?" Sam ends by returning his brother's look.
"Okay, so some little girl is 'freaked out' and that means ghost?" Dean increases the increduality, (A/N: yeah, I don't think that's really a word, but I definitely think Dean would say it.)"And I thought you were still stuck on me finding a way outta this deal…what does that have to do with some swank spot in Seattle?"
"Right here 'strange happenings', 'parties in an abandoned apartment', there could be something here. I don't know, maybe I just wanted to feel like we were doing something productive for once, instead of just going around with you on the whole 'deal' thing. And, like I said, it isn't far."
"OK, do some research, and if u can find a good theory by the time we get there, we'll check it out."
Back in Seattle…the apartment of Carly and Spencer Shay--
"I just don't get it Spence, and this is really starting to freak me out." Carly gives her older brother a look of confusion, and subtle terror.
"I know Carly, and the police are doing everything they can to help figure it out. There really is nothing that can be accomplished by sitting stewing on it."
The door bursts open, as a lithe blonde figure bounds in, and tackles Carly off the couch. "Did someone say STEW?"
"No, Sam, Spencer was just telling me not to stew on the death, upstairs. But I can't help it, there was no reason for it."
"Man, now I'm hungry, for some soup" Sam pouts.
Carly can't help but chuckle, even in the situation here, at her best friend."You're always hungry."
OK, so I'm gonna end there for now. This may seem a little slow, now, and I will try to "pick it up" just tryin to find the proper floooooooow.
R &R please and thank you.