"What do we have this time Sammy boy?" Dean asked, zooming down the road behind the wheel of the Impala, Sam by his side in the passenger seat. "Well," Sam replied, "there have been reports coming out of Indiana of a string of murders and, get this, it's all young boys, kids and teens." "So? Last time I checked freaks like that are the cop's job. Although I wouldn't mind ganking a grade-A dirtbag like that." "Well it's a little more than that," Sam answered. "In every one of these cases, 7 so far, the boys have been missing their eyes." Dean, intrigued by this new detail, responded; "Alright, that's a bit more like our kind of freaky. I guess we should pay a visit to the Hoosier State then." And with that said, Dean continued to drive, increasing the speed of his sleek black behemoth ever so slightly.