Well, here it is. My first foray into the "Supernatural" universe. Hope you all like it!

For the record, this story was inspired by my good friend and partner in crime, GrumpyMagrat. It started out as a late night IM convo about urban legends and spiraled into this. Without her giving me all the details and other pertinent information, this story would never have happened. She's my own personal "geek-boy"! Thanks, Girlfriend!!!

Supernatural and it's chacteters belong to Kripke and Co...I only own the ones I made up. Please don't use or archive without my permission. This includes C2's.

Any resemblance to anyone living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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"You ready to order?"

Dean Winchester looked up and smiled at the redheaded waitress next to him. "We sure are." He folded his menu and handed it to her. "I'll have a cheeseburger, medium-rare, loaded, with fries and a Coke."

She scribbled on her pad. "Got it. And you, honey?"

Sam frowned at the menu in front of him. "I'll have the Oriental chicken salad and some iced tea, please."

"No problem. It'll be ready in a few." She sauntered off, Dean watching as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"She was nice, don't you think?"

Sam followed his gaze. "Dude, she's old enough to be your mother."

Dean frowned at his brother. "I was merely commenting that she was nice. Everyone around here is pretty friendly." He nodded over towards the cash register. "Except that guy. Did you hear how he talks to his help? I'm surprised one of them hasn't tried to deck him. The jerk."

Sam shook his head wearily. "So, where are we, anyway?"

Dean leaned back in his seat. "Sylvania, Ohio. Brief pit stop on the road to...Have you got any thing lined up for us?"

Sam peered down at his laptop and sighed. "Not a thing."

Dean shrugged and looked around the restaurant. "Well then, we'll just take us a little vacation."

Sam looked up, a dumbfounded look on his face. "What did you say?"

"Going deaf there, college boy? I said we'll take a vacation. You know sleep late, see the sights." He leaned forward and smiled at his brother. "C'mon, it'll be fun." He dropped the smile from his face. "Sam, look, we could both use the break for a day or two. That last hunt was rough on both of us."

Sam snorted. "Yeah, and you weren't even the one who got thrown out the window." He winced at the memory, idly rubbing his left shoulder.

"Exactly my point." Dean's tone softened. "Sammy, you're beat; I'm not too much better. We need to do some major restocking anyway." He raised an eyebrow. "You know, it's only a few hours drive to New York. We could go pay Sarah a visit."

Sam's head snapped up. "No."

"Why not?" He leered at his brother. "You know, if you'd just get la—"

"Knock it off, Dean. I said no." Sam pushed away from the table and marched towards the restroom.

Dean sighed. He hadn't meant to piss his brother off, not this time anyway. He wasn't lying when he said the last hunt had been rough. A routine poltergeist eviction went terribly wrong, causing the brothers to quickly backpedal in order to stay alive. As it was, Sam got tossed out a second floor window before Dean could react. In the end, the boys had managed to eradicate the spirit, but not before both of them were bruised and battered.

He sighed again, unconsciously shredding his napkin. He had a nice pile of scrap in front of him when the waitress returned. "Here you go, honey."

Dean looked up and pasted a grin on his face. "Thanks, Margaret," he said, glancing at her name tag. He looked down at the plate she put in front of him. The burger was nearly the size of the plate, and it was heaped with French fries. Sam's salad was just as big. "Holy crap!"

"Well, it's more than we usually give our customers, but you boys look like you need a good meal under your belts," she said with a smile.

Sam joined them at that moment, and Dean chuckled as his brother's eyes grew wide. "Now that's a salad," Sam commented as he sat down.

Margaret chuckled. "You boys eat up now, and make sure you save room for dessert." With that, she turned to talk to another group of customers.

Dean followed her as she walked away, then grinned at his brother. "I think I'm in love."

Sam frowned. "How did you score this?" he asked, taking a bite of chicken.

Dean held up his hands in defense. "I didn't do a thing. She says we look like we could use a decent meal." He bit into his burger and closed his eyes in ecstasy. "Now I know I've died and gone to heaven." Sam merely snorted and the two made quick work of their lunch.

Dean finished first and leaned back against the booth. "Damn, that was good."

Sam nodded in agreement. "I heard they have pie for dessert."

Dean froze. "Pie?"

"Yep."

Dean groaned. "Dude, we so need to live here." Sam laughed. Dean got up and nodded towards the restroom. "Back in a sec, order me something good. Not healthy," he added as Sam merely shook his head.

When he returned a few minutes later, there was a giant piece of chocolate pie in his place. He wrapped his arms around Margaret's shoulders, "Margaret, run off into the sunset with me."

She chuckled. "Oh, sit down and eat." Shaking her head she made her way back to the kitchen.

Sam raised an eyebrow at his brother. "What?" Dean demanded, biting into the pie.

"Nothing."

Sam continued to watch him, an unreadable look on his face. Finally Dean couldn't take it any more and dropped his fork. "Will you quit staring at me!"

"I'm surprised at you, that's all."

"Why?"

Sam shrugged and glanced around. "This whole 'nice' routine. It's just a side of you that I don't see very often." He looked back down at his plate.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Aw, Sammy...are you jealous? Do you need a hug?"

Sam glared. "Bite me, Dean."

Dean merely grinned and stuffed another bite of pie in his mouth. "Oh God, peanut butter chocolate." He nodded at Sam's plate. "Whatcha got there?"

"Cherry."

Dean got an unholy gleam in his eye. "Cherry?"

Sam's fork froze halfway to his mouth. "Don't you dare," he growled.

"Oh, little brother, this one's too good to pass up. Cherry pie, huh? Bet you like cherry, eh, Sam?"

"Shut up, Dean."

But Dean was having too much fun needling his brother. "So, Sammy, want a little whipped cream to go with your cherry?"

Sam turned beet red. "So help me God, Dean, I will kill you."

"Have to catch me fir—"

"...just a ghost!"

Both brothers froze. Sam started to speak, but Dean held his hand up and they continued to listen.

"You're not going to chicken out on me, are you?" the first voice taunted.

"No, it's just that..." the second voice trailed off.

"Just what, Shawn? You're not afraid of her are you?"

"NO!"

"Then, c'mon! It's the Ghost Bride, man! Stevie saw her and said it's a rush! All we need to do is hang out at the cemetery tonight and we'll see her too!"

"Well..."

At that point, Dean dropped his fork on the floor and leaning over to pick it up, gave the area a quick glance. Behind him, at the worker's station, two teenagers stood talking. One wore the blue shirt and black pants that signified he worked there; the other seemed like a friend, leaning on the counter playing with a set of car keys. At that moment, the guy that had annoyed Dean earlier stepped forward and sent them both hopping.

Dean sat back up and raised an eyebrow at his brother. "Ghost Bride? Looks like we may have found our next job."

Sam shook his head. "Dean, that was two kids daring each other on a Saturday night. There's no ghost."

"You don't know that."

"Dean, give me a break. If there was anything around here, don't you think someone would have heard about it?" Sam persisted.

Dean shrugged and looked around thoughtfully. Then he got a smirk on his face. "Why don't we just find out?" He waved and within moments, Margaret was at their side.

"Something else I can get you boys?" she asked.

Dean smiled charmingly. "Not to eat, we're stuffed. But, I do have a question for you. What's this I hear about a ghost bride?"

Margaret shook her head. "You've been listening to Shawn and Brad." She picked up their empty plates. "I guess a bunch of them are going to camp out tonight and try and see her."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Her?"

"Why the ghost. Be right back with your check." She walked back to the counter.

Dean turned to Sam. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"A ghost, Sammy!"

Sam scowled. "Don't act so excited." He sighed. "It's probably just a local legend."

"So?"

"So! So, it's nothing! Just kids, probably drunk or stoned, seeing something that's not there!"

Dean shook his head. "I think we should check it out anyway."

"Fine." Sam closed the laptop and shoved it into his bag.

Dean sighed. "Sam, c'mon. Like I said before, we could use the break."

"You mean I could. I told you I was fine," Sam said irritably.

"I know you are! Dammit! Can't you just go with me on this one?" Dean argued.

"Do I have any choice?"

Their discussion was interrupted when Margaret appeared with their check. "Here you go, boys."

"Thanks." Dean pulled out his wallet and counted out his money. "Margaret, a quick question." He ignored Sam's irritated glare. "If we were go try and see this ghost ourselves, where would we find her?"

"Ravine Cemetery." She quickly rattled off a set of directions, which sent Dean scribbling on a napkin. "There you go. Anything else I can tell you?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah, know a place we can stay? Something not too expensive?"

Margaret thought a moment. "Sure." She gave him another set of directions. "Now, I'd best get back to the kitchen. The boss doesn't like us mingling too long with the customers. Good luck tonight! There's no moon, so she should put on quite a show." She shot the man at the counter a glare then started walking away.

"Margaret, wait!" Sam called out. She turned. "How do you know that?" he asked, ignoring the kick Dean gave him under the table.

She merely smiled. "Honey, everybody knows that. We've grown up with her."

"You've seen her?" Sam persisted.

"Of course I have." She chuckled. "Sweetie, you really need to consider that there are things out there that have to been seen to believed. Go to the cemetery tonight. You'll be able to tell your grandchildren you saw a real ghost!" With that, she disappeared into the kitchen.

Sam turned to Dean, who had a wise-ass grin on his face. "Shut-up, Dean."

Dean's grin widened. "Sammy, I didn't say a thing. Let's go."