Somewhere in Nevada
Sweat dripped down Sam's forehead, the stifling heat inside the car was overbearing. He cast a bleary eye over at Dean, who didn't seem to be affected by the intense temperature. Sam let out a ragged sigh, turning his eyes back to the barren fields lining the road. They had been driving for hours looking for a small town ironically named Hades. A fellow hunter, Ellen, had called up looking for a favor. She said there had been unexplained occurrences happening throughout the remote town and that a friend of hers, also a hunter, had told Ellen that he'd found a strange symbol on the wall of an abandoned barn. At the time, that hunter didn't think anything of it; the symbol looked too strange to be anything supernatural oriented. Needless to say, that hunter's been missing for a month.
Sam reached into his jean pocket, extracting the crumpled piece of paper that contained the strange symbol. It was like a pentagram, but with a demonic devil face in the center. Sam had read that pentagrams were pretty potent when used with spells, but it seemed odd to add a demonic devil face into the center. Sam took a deep breath, almost gagging on the molten air that rushed into his lungs. He couldn't take it anymore; Sam reached out to turn on the air conditioning.
"Touch it and die," Dean said, swatting Sam's hand away.
"Dean, I'm dying a slow and fiery death over here," Sam rasped.
"Stop being such a wuss, Sammy," Dean grinned to himself.
"Yeah well, this wuss is frying to death," Sam muttered thickly, again reaching for the air.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, Sam," Dean said ominously.
"Why…ARGH!" Sam yelped as fresh scalding air came through the vent.
"Because the air conditioner's broken," Dean laughed.
"Dean! You…are such a…ass hole," Sam gasped, fanning himself with the small piece of paper that was in his hand.
"And yet you still love me," Dean sang with a sly grin on his face.
"Yeah well, that's bound to change if you keep doing this," Sam grumbled, taking off his shirt to allow some air to hit his skin.
It was two hours later before Dean spotted a small patch of dark on the horizon. He turned his head slightly to see if Sam was awake. The sleeping figure of his brother came into view, sweat beads dripped down Sam's chest as he took in small ragged breaths. Dean felt a little guilty as he gently poked his little brother awake.
"Mmm? Dean, what is it?" Sam whispered sleepily.
"I think we're here, I see the town coming up," Dean stated, pointing at the hazy outline of the town.
"Good, I'd give an arm for air conditioning and some water," Sam mumbled dryly, reaching for his shirt in the back seat.
As the Impala roared into towards the town, the brothers were met with a semi-humorous sight. The town's sign probably at one time had said "Welcome to Hades", but somebody had marked through "Hades" and crudely scribbled "Hell". Therefore making it read "Welcome to Hell". Dean snorted at the lame excuse of a joke, thinking nothing of it. However, Sam creased his eyebrows in apprehension. Something didn't feel right about this town and he felt in his gut somehow this hunt would be like no other; that this town was a hungry demon waiting for foolish wanderers to enter into its grasp.