Hey guys! Sorry I'm so bad at summaries, but give the story a try! I know the chapters are shorter than I usually write. I'm trying it out...let me know if it works or not. Reviews are greatly appreciated! Thanks!
This story takes place somewhere in the first season!
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the Winchester boys *sob* :'(
Dean Winchester felt his eyelids growing heavy as he watched black and painted yellow asphalt speed by. If he didn't get any entertainment soon, he was going to be in serious danger of falling asleep at the wheel. Luckily for him, a source of just that happened to be seated shotgun. Sammy was completely passed out, his mop of dark hair cushioning his head against the window. Dean felt a grin sliding across his features as he surfed the radio channels, careful to keep the volume low. He found a channel playing Motörhead's Dead Men Tell No Tales and was satisfied. After glancing at his brother once more to make sure he was still asleep, he twisted the volume dial as far as it would go.
The result was just what he needed. Sam jumped so high his head hit the ceiling of the 67' Chevy Impala. Dean laughed so hard it brought tears to his eyes. It felt good to laugh like that. Apparently Sam didn't feel the same way.
"Dude!" He cried as his rubbed the top of head, "I told you that wasn't funny anymore!"
"And I told you that it still was," Dean chuckled as he turned the volume down, "Now why don't you calm down and tell me more about this case you found."
"You calm down," Sam grumbled as he rummaged around for the worn manila folder, "It's kind of a weird one."
"And what we deal with is normal?"
"I mean I don't know what it is exactly," Sam sighed as attempted to shift into a more comfortable position.
"Sure it's our kind of job?"
"Pretty sure," Sam affirmed, "There have been six cases of people burning themselves alive during the last six months in a town called Burrow. And get this, I did some research and something like this happened twelve years ago and another time twelve years before that. Each year there are twelve victims."
"Definitely up our alley," Dean agreed, "Anything connecting the vics'?"
"Not that I can tell…Talking to the families might help."
"I think we can handle that," he answered as he pulled out a fake F.B.I badge and handed it to Sam, "Agent Phil Campbell."
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