Title: Sam and Dean Meet Cupid

Summary: Sam and Dean are hunting a suspected Pagan God after a string of disappearances hit Chicago. But is he really what he seems?

Okay this story is kind of silly. It's my first story so don't be too hurtful, though I would get a thrill out of receiving any feedback at this point. I just happen to like both of these shows; however 'Cupid' is more like a guilty pleasure.

For any Cupid fans who don't know what Supernatural is, it is about two brothers; Sam and Dean who hunt evil, e.g. Vampires and the like.

For any Supernatural fans who don't know what Cupid is, it is about a guy who claims to be Cupid.

Anymore there and I would give my story away.

Now also this Cupid is the 1998 version, not the 2009. So just supesnd your belief and pretend this coincides with the earlier seasons of Supernatural that started in 2004.

Now just a warning, I am Australian, not American, which is where both these shows were set. If I get anything wrong just let me know, like places or things you say or whatever. Oh and I should say sorry to Nicole Kidman while we are at this point. Think of this as a complement if you are reading this Nicole.

Disclaimer: as far as I know I don't any of these people, or characters. They belong to their respective owners. All I own is a guinea pig called Neo.

Chapter 1

Dean and Sam Winchester were sitting in another dreadful motel room just outside of Illinois in Wisconsin. Sam was on his laptop, Dean yet again was eating.

"…so you said there have been another disappearance in Chicago?" Dean asked Sam as he jammed another nauseating sporkful of dead curry food into his mouth. The smell was wafting over to Sam who was trying hard not to gag. Of course Dean knew the information already; he just wanted Sam to open his mouth again. "What was her name again, Sally Peters?"

"Uh, yeah. " Just saying that made Sam sick. He was almost losing it. "Look Dean, are you trying to kill me?" He reached for the curry food carton, but Dean held it away.

"Death by curry, huh? Should have thought of that already." Then he laughed and jammed more into his mouth. "So why are you bagging my curry?"

"Because it isn't curry anymore Dean!" Sam's patented bitchface was coming; Dean could sense it, even if he wasn't a bloody psychic.

"Why don'tcha go get a clothes peg or something." Dean kept his face completely poker like whilst delivering this line.

Sam smiled and nodded while quietly bookmarked the page he had been reading. As soon as he pressed 'save', Sam launched himself at Dean.

Meanwhile in Chicago in a little Irish pub, Trevor Hale was getting was getting a drilling by, as always, his psychologist Dr. Claire Allen.

"…so my point is Trevor, is that once again you did not follow my instructions, and that the information you gave Sally has made her go board a plane and jet off to Australia? Her family didn't know she went, and now she has missing persons file!" Trevor just stood there smiling while he was drying a glass with his apron. One of the agreements he had to make to get released from Lakeview Emotional Wellness and Treatment facility was to find to find employment, and he did at Taggerty's, after he defended Claire from a testosterone fueled guy with the pub's darts. Trevor was only half listening but answered:

"Yeah but at least our missing girl gone down under has her male Nicole Kidman."

"I don't even want to know…" sighed Claire as she stood up. "I'm going to contact Phil and let him know we know where Sally is…" She didn't get farther. Trevor decided that it was time to go into full Trevor mode. He flung the glass he had been drying for the last 10 minutes over his shoulder where it miraculously landed with the other clean glasses that it had taken him his whole shift to achieve. He didn't even look to see where it landed before he jumped over the counter and grabbed Claire and did his best Nicole Kidman impression in the thickest Australian accent he could muster.

"Oh Tom, I am taking Connor and Isabella and I'm going back to Sydney on an AEROplane!" Claire rolled her eyes detached herself from Trevor and walked towards Champ Terrace who was bouncing for the pub.

"Champ; can you keep Nicole here so I can at least get a few states between us before he comes for me? She indicated Trevor still in full Nicole mode.

"My natural hair colour is red, so why is it blonde!" At that he grabbed the nearest tomato sauce bottle, held it above his head and squeezed.

"Oh my God." Champ whispered as he hung his head in embarrassment. Trevor beamed when he heard that. "Okay Nicole lets get you cleaned up!" He grabbed Trevor and pulled him behind the counter, picked up the trough of water Trevor had been washing the glasses with and as Trevor protested, Champ poured it over Trevor's head.

Claire was considering at that moment to commit them both.