"Well, that was fun, now on to the next!" Dean said happily, packing his precious guns away. Sam had just dropped in a chair by the door in their motel room they'd just come back to after dealing with a quite irritating specter who liked to get off by locking people in bathrooms and turning on all the faucets and overflowing all the toilets.
"Dean, you're kidding." He bent over to pour hopefully clean water out of his soaked boots.
"Not at all, Sammy. Got a job lined up in Connecticut with our names on it. Couple just moved into a place and its just crawling with electrical issues and other things that just don't want to get fixed." He said almost too cheerfully.
"What is up with you, why do you like ghosts so much right now?" Dean shrugged. Sam thought back. "This had better have nothing to do with Casper being on the other night."
"Well, you know, now that you mention it, I was imagining I was ganking that pussy ass ghost in that bathroom..."
"You're sick, Dean."
"What're you waiting for, Sammy boy? Get packing! We gotta leave soon if were gonna get to Connecticut by midnight." Sam sighed and started stuffing things in his bag. They got checked out and went on their way. It wasn't until they turned off of the highway to hartford that he realized what direction they were heading. He hoped they'd drive right through or stop in woodbury or something. Anything but that.
Of course he wasn't that lucky.