HEY YOU. So disclaimer, to my disappointment the boys still aren't mine. Dammit.

Haven't written a fic in a while so BAM here comes some Winchester action.

I was at Canada's Wonderland the other day and I couldn't help thinking about how cool it would be to have an epic supernatural showdown there... this is the result.

Enjoy!

When Sam swung open the Impala's door he cringed, and hoped desperately that the clunk he just heard hadn't come from the black passenger door connecting with the bike rack. Unfortunately, that was exactly what had just happened.

"Oh no you did not," came Dean's voice from the other side of the car, "Samuel Winchester you did not just ding my door."

Sam's cringe deepened and he turned to face his brother, realizing how screwed he was; Dean had just fixed up the Impala, as if he didn't have enough things to be angry about, like Dad dying or the missing Colt, and now he has to go and whack the Impala right after it got fixed up. Shit.

"I'll fix it," Sam blurted out as quickly as he could before Dean could begin his scolding.

"You'll fix it my ass," Dean was pissed, Dammit Sam, get your shit together, "you wouldn't know how to change the Impala's oil even if they taught it to you at Stanford."

Oooh really Dean? You're going to bring up Stanford now?

But if Sam was bothered by the comment his face never showed it, "Okay, I'm sorry."

"Sorry's not going to fix my car, Sam," Dean called over his shoulder as he started walking towards the diner they had decided to stop at. Pete's Diner, family dinning since 1987. Sam scoffed at the irony, 'family diner,' what family?

"Then what do you want me to say?" Sam began to fall into step behind his older brother. Come on Dean, what do you want me to say? Things have been tense since Dad died and Sam was so sick of it. All they have now is each other, why couldn't Dean see that?

He were just about to open the door when Dean whipped around, "Nothing, Sam," he barked, "That's want I want you to say. I want you to say nothing. Just shut up; we are going to go inside this diner, we are going to order our food, and then I am going to eat a slice of apple pie in silence. Got it?" Dean didn't wait for a reply, he pulled the door open and stepped his way through it.

"Got it," Sam mumbled quietly to himself before swiftly following his brother into the diner.

By the time Sam sat down Dean already had the waitress blushing, "And what will you be having tonight, hon?"

"Oh he'll just have what I'm having," Dean replied before Sam even had the chance to open his mouth, "Minus the pie of course."

"Alrighty then, it'll be ready in a few," The waitress said and she whisked away the menu Sam hadn't even opened yet. He wanted to say something, but thought better of it; if Dean just wanted a dinner in silence Sam could give him that.

The younger Winchester was trying not to stare at his brother devouring the apple pie in front of him, so he let his eyes wander around the diner. They hadn't spoken a word to each other the whole time, and Dean seemed quite pleased with the silence. Sam's eyes settled on the newspaper stand in the corner and from the headline he could only make out one very distinct word, "DEAD."

Sam stood up from their table and began making his way to the newspaper stand. "Where're ya goin?" Dean spluttered out through a mouthful of pie. Wow, almost four full words, Sam thought.

"Newspaper," was Sam's only reply and he momentarily left Dean by himself. I hate this, Dean thought to himself, but dammit that kid can be so annoying sometimes… first with the constant need for a chick flick moment, and now with the car… Sam sat back down at the table, eyes glued to the paper in front of him.

"What's the word?" Dean swallowed his last piece of pie and pushed the nearly clean plate to the side, leaning in closer so that he might read the paper too.

Sam simply looked up with raised eyebrows, "Oh, so we're talking now?" Bitchface activated.

Nah, you scratched my car, Dean thought, I'm not giving in to your bitchface today, Sammy.

"If it's a case, yeah, let's talk."

Sam took a moment to skim across a couple of the paragraphs before reading the headline, "'3 Dead in Roller Coaster Accident.' Beth Anthony, Seth Rogers, and Daniel Waters, all 17 years old, were all found dead inside the gates of Blueriver Wonderland last night."

Dean frowned at the news, "3 teenagers dead at an amusement park, what's this got to do with us."

"Yesterday was Wednesday, the park is only open Friday to Sunday." Sam stated.

"Stupid teenagers, snuck in for kicks, overdosed on some freaky drug," Dean suggested.

"The bodies had suffered severe trauma, and were found tied to top of the roller-coaster tracks, where they apparently bled out." Sam read out loud.

"Some psycho serial killer?" Dean was at a loss, and this was looking more and more like their kind of gig.

"… and the exact same thing happened thirty years ago," Sam's finally finished, "twice."

Yepp, definitely our kind of thing, Dean thought, "Okay, so ghost? One of the victims from thirty years ago seeking revenge?"

"Looks like," Sam said.

"Alright… we'll get some research done tonight-"

"I'll," Sam cut in.

"What?" Dean asked.

"I'll get some research done tonight," Sam's words were short and to the point, "because when have you ever done the research, Dean?" It was a rhetorical question.

Dean inhaled slowly, "Shut up, Sam," Why did I just say that? Sam was obviously affected by his brother's words but he never faltered. Dammit I didn't mean to be that harsh! Sometimes siblings can bring out the best in you, but they can also bring out the worst in you; this was one of those times.

Sam shoved the newspaper at Dean, "I think I'll walk back to the motel." A crack of thunder suddenly boomed across the sky and Sam immediately regretted his words.

Dean smirked as it started to pour outside, "Really? You think you'll walk back to the motel?"

Sam glared at his brother, listened to the rain come down even harder, and weighed his options; for some reason walking home in the rain seemed like the much better route, "Yup," and stood up from the table.

Is he crazy? Come on Sammy have we really drifted this far apart? But for some reason all Dean could bring himself to say was, "Bitch."

Sam turned and walked away, the unspoken 'jerk' hanging in the tense air between them. Dean watched as his brother shoved the door open and bravely walked into the pouring rain.

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"… there's a lady who's sure, all that glitters is gold," right about now, going thirty over the speed limit driving through a storm, looking for his pain-in-the-ass little brother, Led Zeppelin was the only thing that could possible calm Dean Winchester down, "… and she's buying a stairway to heaven."

Dean had tried Sam's cell four times already, so either Sam got seriously hurt somehow or he's just being a little bitch. The rain clouds had blocked out any light from the moon, so anything outside the Impala's headlights was undetectable by Dean.

Three songs later and the rain stopped, but Dean was still driving down the country road in the middle of the night without his brother in the passenger seat. A sudden chill passed over Dean, but he didn't have time to be cold, not when Sam was-

Sam!

The tall sasquatch of a man suddenly appeared in the headlights, right side of the road, and Dean slammed on the breaks, stopping right next to his soaked brother. Only, Sam was facing away from the Impala, looking straight at something. Dean rolled down the window on the passenger door.

"Sam!" Dean called out to the younger Winchester, "Get in the car, your gonna catch a cold or something, and we both know you're no fun when you're sick."

Sam didn't say anything, Sam didn't even so much as move to indicate that he had even heard Dean speak.

Oh I get it, the silent treatment.

"Sam I know you can hear me," Dean called again, "Sammy, come on, you really want a chick flick moment? 'Cause you're halfway there just… Sammy?" Dean finally decided to follow his brother's gaze to see what he was looking at, and he found a large sign hidden between the foliage of trees; "Blueriver Wonderland"

Sam finally turned around with his mouth open, as if to say something, but a look of masked horror washed over his face as he gazed upon the Impala. His voice came out low and cautious, "Dean, get out of the car."

Dean laughed, "No, other way around dude; you get in the car."

"No, Dean," Sam cautioned again, "get out of the car, right now." Sam's eyes flickered to the back seat and it finally occurred to Dean why he was so cold.

Four synchronized clicks signaled the doors of the Impala locking and Dean's seat belt tightened across his chest.

"Sam?!" Dean looked to his brother for an answer and saw him running towards the Impala. Dean tried to open the door, banging helplessly on it, before struggling to free himself from the seat belt, but it was all for naught. "Dean!" Sam cried as he first tried to open the door, then shoved his torso through the open passenger window, knife in hand to cut Dean out of the seat belt.

Both brothers froze when they saw three ghostly figures materialize in the back seat. An eerie voice sent a chill down the spines of both Winchesters.

"We just wanted to have a civilized conversation."

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"Dean!" It felt like a rope had been tied around Sam's ankles, and in an instant somebody began tugging on the rope. Sam cried out and grabbed Dean's forearm with both hands, holding on for dear life.

The gates to Blueriver Wonderland swung open behind Sam, and it was trying to pull him in.

"Sam! Hold on!" Dean whipped his head around to the back seat and glared at the ghosts, "What do you want?" He demanded, tightening his grip on his brother. It reminded him of the scene from Titanic- not that he's seen Titanic of course- when all the passengers were dangling from the railing of the bow of the ship, only in this case it was his baby brother dangling from his arm, and it wasn't the freezing Atlantic waiting for him if he let go, it was a dark amusement park with some psycho spirit running loose.

"We just wanted to talk." The brunette in the middle said.

"Then let go of my brother!" Dean yelled at the ghosts, "Let him go dammit!"

"Dean, it's too strong!" Sam said through gritted teeth, "hurts."

Dean looked at Sam with panic, then back at the ghosts, "Please let him go."

The brunette in the middle spoke up, "We're not the ones doing it though."

"Dean!" Sam's fingers loosened only slightly, and in an instant he was flying out of the Impala, arms still reaching out to his big brother.

"Sam!" Dean helplessly called as he watched his brother disappear into the darkness. The gates to Blueriver Wonderland slammed shut.

To be continued...

Okay so let me know what you think, bit of a slow start I know, but it will REALLY pick up in the next chapter I promise...

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