Sam and I were reading a newspaper article about this guy named Dustin, who died in very suspicious manner, when Dean comes outside, laughing and waving a wad of cash in the air. "You know, we could get day jobs once in a while." Sam remarked. "Hunting's our day job. And the pay is crap." Dean said. "Ain't that the truth." I grumbled as I look over the article. "Yeah, but hustling pool? Credit card scams? It's not the most honest thing in the world, guys." Sam said.

"Well, let's see honest." Dean said as he holds out one hand. "Fun and easy." He holds out the other, and gestures that fun and easy outweighs honest. "It's no contest. Besides, we're good at it. It's what we were raised to do." Dean said to Sam. "Yeah, well, how we were raised was jacked." Sam said and Dean shrugs. "Yeah, says you." He said then he looks over at me. "We got a new gig or what?" He asked me and I rolled my eyes. "Maybe. Oasis Plains, Oklahoma - not far from here. A gas company employee, Dustin Burwash, supposedly died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob." I said and Dean gives me a confused look.

"Human mad cow disease." Sam clears up. "Mad cow. Wasn't that on Oprah?" Dean asked and I looked over at him. "You watch Oprah?" I asked and Dean, with a look of embarrassment, can't think of anything to say. "So this guy eats a bad burger. Why is it our kind of thing?" Dean asked, changing the subject.

"Mad cow disease causes massive brain degeneration. It takes months, even years, for the damage to appear. But this guy, Dustin? Sounds like his brain disintegrated in about an hour. Maybe less." Sam explains as I nod with him. "Okay, that's weird." Dean said. "Yeah. Now, it could be a disease. Or it could be somethin' much nastier." I said. "All right. Oklahoma." He said and we get into the car. "Man. Work, work, work. No time to spend my money." Dean grumbles as he starts to car. "But seriously...you watch Oprah?" I asked him as we drive off.

Dean pulls up to the gas and power company then we get out of the car as we see a man standing outside. "Travis Weaver?" I called to him and he turns to us. "Yeah, that's right." He said, looking at us confused. "Are you the Travis who worked with Uncle Dusty?" Dean asked him.

"Dustin never mentioned nephews or a niece." Travis said. "Oh, I'm actually his girlfriend." I said, quickly grabbing Sam's arm. Sam looks over at me but I give him a look that says go with it. He smiles and places an arm around my shoulder and holds me to his side. "Anyway, their uncle always mentioned you. He said you were the greatest." I said as Sam said. "Yeah."

"Oh, he did? Huh." Travis said while I noticed Dean's eyes were narrowed as he looks at Sam and I. I raise an eyebrow at him then he let's out a sigh then turns to Travis. "Listen, we wanted to ask you... what exactly happened out there?" He asked and Travis looks down for a moment. "I'm not sure. He fell in a sinkhole, I went to the truck to get some rope, and, uh... by the time I got back..." he stops and swallows.

"What did you see?" I asked him. "Nothin'. Just Dustin." Travis replied as he looks up at us. "No wounds or anything?" Sam asked. "Well, he was bleeding... from his eyes and his ears, his nose. But that's it." Travis replied as he looks between the three of us.

"So you think it could be this whole mad cow thing?" I asked him, curiously. "I don't know. That's what the doctors are sayin'." Travis said, shrugging. "But if it was, he would've acted strange beforehand, like dementia, loss of motor control. You ever notice anything like that?" Sam asked him. "No. No way. But then again, if it wasn't some disease, what the hell was it?" Travis asked as he looks between us.

"That's a good question." Dean said as Sam takes his arm off of me. "You know, can you tell us where this happened?" Sam asked as he walks up to Travis. "Yeah." Travis said, nodding.

A while later, we arrive at the scene of Dustin's death. The sinkhole is surrounded by police tape. "Huh. What do you think?" Dean asked as we look at the sinkhole. "I don't know. But if that guy, Travis, was right, it happened pretty damn fast." Sam said and we duck under the police tape and look into the hole with a flashlight.

"So, what? Some sort of creature chewed on his brain?" I asked them. "No, there'd be an entry wound. Sounds like this thing worked from the inside." Sam said. "Huh. Looks like there's only room for one. You guys wanna flip a coin?" Dean asked and I look over at him. "Dean, we have no idea what's down there." I said while Dean picks up a nearby coil of rope.

"All right, I'll go if you're scared. You guys scared?" Dean asked and I rolled my eyes as Sam said. "Flip the damn coin." Dean chuckles and takes a coin out of his pocket. "All right, call it in the air... chicken." He said and he flips the coin, but Sam catches it in midair.

"I'm going." Sam said.

"I said I'd go." Dean said and they began to fight and I sigh and roll my eyes. "Oh for God's sake, I'll go." I said and the boys look over at me. "You sure?" They asked and I sighed again. "Yes...plus it'll shut you two up." I said as I begin to tie the rope around my waist. "All right." Dean said, with worry. "Don't drop me." I said to them and they nod as I make my way over to the sinkhole and began to look around.

After examining the sinkhole, Sam examines the dead beetle, I found, in his hand while Dean drives the car then he looks over at me through the rearview mirror. "So you found some beetles. In a hole, in the ground." He said and I nodded. "There were no tunnels, no tracks. No evidence of any other kind of creature down there. You know, some beetles do eat meat. Now, it's usually dead meat, but..." I trailed off as I think.

"How many did you find down there?" Sam asked me while he continues to look over the beetle. "Ten." I replied. "It'd take a whole lot more than that to eat out some dude's brain." Dean said. "Well, maybe there were more." I said, shrugging.

"I don't know, it sounds like a stretch to me." Dean said, shaking his head and looking back out towards the road. "Well, we need more information on the area, the neighborhood. Whether something like this has ever happened before." Sam said as we drive through town. As we do this, I notice a sign for an open house, decorated with red balloons.

"What?" Sam said and I look over to see him looking at Dean, who was looking out towards the sign. "I know a good place to start." He said as we pass another sign, which reads, Models Open. New Buyers' BBQ Today! "I'm kinda hungry for a little barbeque, how 'bout you two?" Dean asked us. "I'm down for it." I said while Sam gives us a knowing look.

"What, we can't talk to the locals?" Dean asked him. "And the free food's got nothin' to do with it?" Sam asked, looking between us. "Of course not." Dean and I said in unison. "I'm a professional." Dean said and I nod in agreement then Sam let's out a scoff. "Right." He grumbles.

We pull over and get out of the car. Then we begin walking down the street to the open house. "Growin' up in a place like this would freak me out." Dean said as he looks around the neighborhood. "Why?" I asked him. "Well, manicured lawns, How was your day, honey? I'd blow my brains out." He grumbles. "There's nothing wrong with normal." Sam said to him. "I'd take our family over normal any day." Dean said and I shake my head.

"Oh, tell me you don't dream of having that apple pie life?" I asked Dean. "Hell no. Don't tell me you do." Dean said and I look over at him and sigh. "I have my moments." I said and he looks at me in shock. It's true, there are times where I wish I did live a normal life. Sometimes I wonder what I'd be doing if I wasn't a hunter:

Would I be in college?

Would I be single or with someone?

Would both of my parents be proud of me?

Hell....would I even know Dean or Sam?

A knock on the door pulls me out of my thoughts and a man answers the door. "Welcome." The man greets. "This the barbeque?" Dean asked. "Yeah, not the best weather, but... I'm Larry Pike, the developer here. And you are... ?" Larry said as he looks around at us. "Dean. This is Sam and (y/n)." Dean greets and we shake Larry's hand.

"Sam, Dean, and (y/n) good to meet you. So, you three are interested in Oasis Plains?" Larry asked us. "Yes, sir." Dean said, nodding. "Let me just say - we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or... sexual orientation." Larry said and I just realize what he is trying to say.

"They're brothers..." I said as I gesture towards the brothers then I grab Sam's arm. "We're the ones that are together." I said, smiling, and Sam nods. I look over at Dean and see him rolling his eyes in annoyance while Larry was slightly embarrassed. "Their father is getting on in years, and we're just lookin' for a place for him." I said to Larry. "Great, great. Well, seniors are welcome, too. Come on in." Larry said then he takes us outside to the backyard where there were lots of people walking around, chatting and eating.

"You said you were the developer?" Sam asked Larry "Eighteen months ago, I was walking this valley with my survey team. There was nothing here but scrub brush and squirrels. And you know what, we built such a nice place to live that I actually bought into it myself. This is our house. We're the first family in Oasis Plains." He explains as we walk over to a woman. "This is my wife, Joanie." He introduced and she smiles at us. "Hi there." She said. "Hi." The three of us said and we shake her hand.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Joanie said, smiling. "Sam, (y/n) and Dean." Larry said. "Pleasure." Joanie said, nodding her head towards us. "Tell them how much you love the place, honey. And lie if you have to because I need to sell some houses." Larry said to her. "Right." She said and they laugh.

"Gentlemen and lady, will you excuse me?" Larry said and he leaves. "Don't let his salesman routine scare you. This really is a great place to live." Joanie said to us when a very energetic woman approaches us. Her black hair pulled back in a tight bun.

"Hi, I'm Lynda Bloome, head of sales." She greets. "And Lynda was second to move in. She's a very noisy neighbor, though." Joanie teased and then she leaves.l while Lynda laughs. "She's kidding, of course. I take it you three are interested in becoming homeowners." Lynda said.

"Well..."

"Y-yeah, well..."

"Well, let me just say that we accept homeowners of any race, religion, color, or...sexual orientation." Lynda said and I began to chuckle a bit. "Right. Um...I'm gonna go talk to Larry." I said then I look between the boys. "Okay, honeys?" I said then I smacked both of their asses as I walked away and give a sway to my hips.

Inside the house, Larry leads me back down the stairs, finishing up the tour. I gotta say this place is really nice. "You've got three choices - carpet, hardwood, and tile." Larry said to me and I nod but look over and noticed a jar full of bugs on a nearby table. "Whoa. Someone likes bugs." I said, shocked. "My son - he's into insects. He's very... inquisitive." Larry said and it seemed that he was annoyed by this.

*3rd Person POV*

"Who can say no to a steam shower? I use mine everyday." Lynda said as her and the brothers were standing outside of the house. "Sounds great." Sam said, uninterested, while Dean just thinks about what happened a few moments ago. He couldn't help but think about when (y/n) slapped his ass and the way she swayed her hips when she walked away. It made Dean's heart beat faster and made him swallow the large lump in his throat. 

Which made Dean wonder, did he really have feelings (y/n)? He always thought she was very attractive and he always thought she was a good person but the more time they've spent together, the more this feeling he's held for her has been growing and growing each day. But he's been a worried and scared to even say anything to her cause he figured she doesn't hold any feelings towards him. So he had been keeping it bottled up but everyday it's been getting harder and harder to hide it.

While Lynda continues talking, Sam notices a tarantula crawling towards her hand, which is resting on a table. A few feet away, a young boy was watching excitedly. "Excuse me." Sam said and he pushes Lynda out of the way and picks up the spider, bringing it over to young man.

"Is this yours?" Sam asked him and the boy takes the spider from him. "You gonna tell my dad?" The boy asked Sam and Dean. "I don't know. Who's your dad?" Dean asked him and the boy scoffs. "Yeah, Larry usually skips me in the family introductions." He mutters. "Ouch. First name basis with the old man - sounds pretty grim." Dean said. "Well, I'm not exactly brochure material." The boy said. "Well, hang in there. It gets better, all right? I promise." Sam said. "When?" The boy asked when suddenly, Larry shouts. "Matthew."

They turn to see Larry and (y/n) walking towards them. "I am so sorry about my son and his... pet." Larry said to the boys. "It's no bother." Sam said. "Excuse us." Larry said and he walks away with Matt.

"Remind you of somebody?" Sam asked Dean and they look over at Larry, who is yelling at Matt. Dean looks back at him, confused. "Dad?" Sam said. "Dad never treated us like that." Dean said. "Well, Dad never treated you like that. You were perfect. He was all over my case. You don't remember?" Sam asked him. "Well, maybe he had to raise his voice, but sometimes, you were out of line." Dean said and Sam scoffs.

"Right. Right, like when I said I'd rather play soccer than learn bowhunting." Sam said. "Bowhunting's an important skill." Dean said and Sam rolls his eyes. "Whatever." Sam grumbles and (y/n) look over at the boys. "Okay, boys. Calm down....wouldn't want to attract any attention." She said and the boys look over at her.

"Right, right. How was your tour?" Sam asked her. "Oh, it was excellent. I'm ready to buy." She said and Sam and Dean laugh. "So, Sam, you might be onto somethin'. Looks like Dustin Burwash wasn't the first strange death around here." She said. "What happened?" The boys asked. "About a year ago, before they broke ground, one of Larry's surveyors dropped dead while on the job. Get this severe allergic reaction to bee stings." (Y/n) replied.

"More bugs." The boys said and she nods. "More Bugs." She said.

*(y/n)'s POV*

While SAM drives through the neighborhood, Dean looks through their father's journal while I was sitting in the backseat. "You know, I've heard of killer bees, but killer beetles? What is it that could make different bugs attack?" I asked them. "Well, hauntings sometimes include bug manifestations." Sam said. "Yeah, but I didn't see any evidence of ghost activity." I said. "Yeah, me neither." Sam said.

"Same here. Maybe they're being controlled somehow. You know, by something or someone." Dean said. "You mean, like Willard?" Sam asked. "Yeah, bugs instead of rats." Dean said.  "There are cases of psychic connections between people and animals - elementals, telepaths." I said and Dean nods. "Yeah, that whole Timmy-Lassie thing." Dean said then he thinks for a second and realizes something.

"Larry's kid - he's got bugs for pets." Dean said and Sam looks at him. "Matt?" Sam asked. "Yeah." Dean said. "He did try to scare the realtor with a tarantula." Sam said. "You think he's our Willard?" I ask them. "I don't know. Anything's possible, I guess." Sam said, shrugging.

"Ooh, hey. Pull over here." Dean said and Sam pulls into the empty driveway of one of the Oasis Plains homes. "What are we doing here?" I asked them while Dean getsnout of the car. "It's too late to talk to anybody else." Dean said. "We're gonna squat in an empty house?" Sam asked him. "I wanna try the steam shower. Come on." Dean said but Sam and I don't move.

"Come on!" Dean shouts and Sam and I look at each other. Reluctantly, Sam pulls the car into the garage and Dean closes it.