A/N Disclaimer
I do not own the characters Sam Winchester or Dean Winchester or anything to do with supernatural any other characters depicted are purely fiction and any resemblance to anyone alive or dead is purely coincidental.
On the plus side I hope you enjoy this short story.
Sam was sat in the passenger seat next to Dean. Hell's Bell's by AC/DC was playing in the background as he was reading the report he had printed off in the library earlier that day. It had been a long few days and he was very tired... scratch that beyond tired and needed something to focus his attention on other than angels and demons. Dean was singing along if you can call it that to the music that was playing in the Impala. Dean broke Sam's attention.
"So Sam what we got?" he asked.
"Well best guess is a werewolf." Sam replied still looking at the report in his hands.
"23 year old college student came back from a party .She was later found by her folks in the back yard with claw marks and her heart missing." Sam said.
"Certainly sounds like it." said Dean with some knowing tones in his voice.
"It's in a suburb of Las Vegas. The incident was witnessed by a 75 year old retired school teacher by the name of Elsie Worthington." Sam continued.
"If she witnessed it why didn't she report it why did her folks have to find her?" Dean asked a little confused.
"Don't know Dean maybe she was scared?" Sam offered as a response.
"Maybe." said Dean shrugging his shoulders.
They had another few hours to drive before they hit Las Vegas . Dean pulled into a diner parked up the Impala and walked towards the diner.
"Hey Sam you hungry or what?" he shouted back to Sam who was still sitting reading the information he had.
"Uh yeah I guess." Sam said putting the papers on the back seat.
He grabbed the laptop and took it in to the diner. Sam joined Dean in the booth and set up the laptop to see if he could find any other information regarding the murder or if there were any more in the vicinity. Dean just looked at Sam and gave him a look as if to say "Really?" Sam didn't pay any attention and kept tapping away on the computer.
As Sam tapped away a kindly looking waitress approached their booth to take their order.
"So what can I get you fella's?" she asked with a soft tone.
"Uh..." Dean scanned her blouse for a name tag. He spied one which said Delia.
"Delia, Can I have the biggest burger you have with the works and for you Sam?" Dean broke Sam's concentration momentarily.
"Uh Do you have a salad?" he asked.
"Why yes we do honey we have a grilled chicken salad how does that grab you" she replied warmly.
"Sounds great I will have that." Sam said then returned back to his tapping.
"Ok and drinks?" she asked as she scribbled down the order.
"A soda for me and a water for him." Dean said sighing at Sam furiously tapping away on the computer.
Delia nodded and walked away to put their order in. Sam was still tapping away when he stopped. He had found three more reports of what looked like werewolf kills. A lawyer and two soccer moms. The two soccer moms had kids that went to the same school so there was a connection there but as for the others there was zip. Sam was deep in thought trying to piece it together when Dean spoke to him and broke his focus.
"So did you find anything else there Sherlock?" Dean asked Sam sarcastically.
"If I am Sherlock does that make you Dr. Watson then?" Sam retorted back.
"Whatever, Sam." Dean snapped back.
Sam sat up straight in his chair and proceeded to tell Dean what he had found.
"Well there are three more killings besides this latest one. Two soccer moms died two months apart. Kids went to the same school .Same M.O as the latest vic."
Sam drew breath and continued on.
"37 year old lawyer died on his way home from a works party leaves behind two young sons." Sam paused for a moment and felt a pang of understanding for those two young boys losing their father.
"Ok so the only link we have is between the first two killings then." Dean said rousing Sam from his thoughts.
"So it would seem." Sam said reticently. Something in his head was nagging that there was a possible link between the other vics but at this time it eluded him.
Their order arrived and Dean tucked in as if he hadn't eaten for a week. Truth was he had eaten only a few hours ago. Sam just picked at his salad. He knew that Dean wanted to hit the strip but he is exhausted.
"So Sammy I was thinking after we are done here lets hit the strip." Dean grinned from ear to ear.
Sam decided to be honest and laid it down for Dean.
"Dean we have been driving for three days straight. I am beyond tired. I can't even see straight let alone go out on the town. And you haven't had much sleep either between driving shifts. Let's just find a motel and hit the hay ok?" said Sam
"But Sammy women...gambling...drinking...women..." Deans voice trailed off.
Sam shot him a look that said I don't think so and Dean sighed.
"Ok Samantha we will find a motel but we need some serious downtime dude. I am fed up with all this angel demon tablet crap. I need to relax." said Dean winking at Sam.
Sam doesn't reply he just got up put cash on the table for the bill and a tip and headed out to the Impala with Dean dragging his feet behind him like a petulant child who had just been told off.
Sam woke up the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the half open curtains in a rundown old motel. Sam thought to himself how he would like to be back at the bunker not in some dirt bag motel. Sam heard something that resembled Viva Las Vegas coming from Deans direction. Yup he was singing in his sleep.
Sam tried to stifle the laugh that was in his throat but he just burst out laughing waking Dean in the process. Dean snorted as he stirred.
"What you laughing at?" Dean asked rubbing his eyes.
"Uh you were singing Elvis dude." Sam replied chuckling "And it was like nails on a chalkboard."
"Shuddup Bitch." Dean said throwing a pillow and hitting Sam on the head with remarkable precision. It seemed he hadn't lost his skills.
"Jerk." Sam yelled after Dean who was heading for the bathroom to take a shower.
An hour later they were both showered and in their cheap "FBI" suits and on the road to go visit the witness. Thunderstruck was on in the background. Sam had managed to drag Dean into the 21st century and had a system fitted which meant they could hook up their phones or an mp3 player. But as usual Dean had put on what he wanted. Sam did wonder if he was going to hear AC/DC's whole back catalogue by the end of the hunt.
They pulled up outside a suburban house in a decent looking neighbourhood. They both got out walked up to the door and got their badges ready. Dean rang the bell and they both waited. The door opened and there stood a portly woman with grey hair tied back in a bun.
"Can I help you?" She asked.
Dean and Sam both produced their fake FBI credentials and held them up for her to see.
"FBI Ma'am." Dean said very officiously.
"I am Agent Mills this is my partner Agent Boon..." Sam thought to himself was that the best Dean could come up with romance novel references gees...
"We are here about what happened here the other night." Dean said.
The lady just looked then gestured them to enter her property.
"Won't you come in?" She said as they made their way towards the open door.
The two men enter the house.
