Title: The Reader's Special: Third Edition

Author: Disasteriffic Kaz

Info: Set post 1x17 "Hell House"- This is the Reader's Special where you tell me what YOU want in each chapter & I write it. Every event prompted by you after each chapter. Hurt/limp/awesome/caring!Sam/Dean

Author's note: This is the Third Edition. If you weren't involved in the last two Editions, I recommend going to have a read. :D It was fantastic fun. This story, like the others, will be entirely driven by Reader Participation! So, get those prompts ready kids!

We're going with Season 1 this time! Back when things were simpler and easier between our boys and Dad was still wandering the country on his little vendetta. It limits our cast of available characters but I'm not above going a little AU if someone prompts for Bobby for example. :D Do keep the time period in mind though.

As before, once this edition is finished, all prompters will receive a One Shot Reward Story of their choice. :D

After a new chapter is posted, review and give me your prompts that you would like to see in the next chapter. I will do my best to work them in. Your ideas will drive this story.

RULES: No Wincest. I just don't do that. No insult to those who do because I'm a firm believer in "to each his own" but I don't. That's it really. The only rule.

Do please Review once you've read. :D Every comment and vote of support helps keep me writing. Not to mention if I've pooched anything, someone can always tell me. :P

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CHAPTER 1

Sam jerked awake to the sound of ringing and looked blearily around the motel room. "Dean?" He pushed up on his elbows and heard the shower running. Dean's cell phone rang again on the nightstand and Sam grabbed it, flipping it open.

"Hello?" Sam waited but there was no sound. He lowered the phone to look at the display and felt the familiar surge of irritation. It was a text message from their father containing only a set of coordinates. "Dammit, Dad," He said softly and flopped back into the pillow. He understood why they had parted ways again but he still didn't like it. He ran a hand absently over the now healed wounds from the Daevas on his face and sighed in defeat.

"Alright, Dad." Sam groaned and rolled out of the bed. He looked over at his laptop and decided coffee was more important than whatever hunt Dad had for them. He pulled on his sneakers and his jacket, defense against the early morning Missouri chill and headed for the motel office in his sweat pants.

Dean finally emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam and found Sam hunched over his laptop cradling a cup of coffee with one hand and reading. "Little early for research, Sammy. You better have one of those for me." He pointed to the coffee.

Sam smiled and nodded. He slid a second cup out from the side of the laptop for him. "Dad sent us coordinates."

Dean froze in the act of picking up the coffee. "Did he actually call or…"

"Just the text." Sam shrugged and bit his tongue to not say the things he usually thought. He didn't want to start the day by pissing off Dean again. "Apparently, we're going to Boone, North Carolina after something that's eviscerated a few locals, couple tourists and there's even one witness account about a man being 'carried away' in the night." Sam leaned back and raised his brows. "As in, whatever it is flew away with him."

"Huh. We know any hungry flying monsters?" Dean went and pulled a clean shirt out of his duffel and set his coffee aside long enough to pull it on. "Other than the Purple People Eater."

Sam chuckled. "No, and I've been looking. Could be a few different things." He closed the laptop and slid it into its bag. "We need to have a look at the bodies and the crime scenes before I can get a better idea."

"Well come on, college boy. Let's get packed and shag ass East." Dean grinned and started shoving things into his bag. "We got things to kill."

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PROMPT Time! Your turn! Review, PM or Tweet me with what you would like to see happen in the next chapter. Be as vague or specific as you like. When I have enough to work with I'll start writing. :D

While I will work every prompt in to the best of my ability, a good prompt is one which stays, at least loosely, within the confines of the story, rather than asking for something completely out of left field. For example: If the boys are in a warehouse in the middle of nowhere Florida, don't prompt and ask for something like having them trapped in an avalanche. Even I can't do miracles and my poor little mind would explode trying to make that work. :D