The Impala grumbled to life as Dean and Sam made way to head out of the middle-of-nowhere gas station.
"Okay, so fill me in," Dean stated as he directed the black beauty onto the highway.
Sam made a point to roll his eyes before turning his gaze to his pad of notes. "Small town, vics drained of blood, animal attacks deemed by the local badges."
"Cover up," Dean chuckled, but after a pointed look from Sam, he nodded for him to continue.
"As I was saying, thinking it was a mountain lion, and thats...seven in the past three months. Victims found in the woods near the town, some by the highway, and one by a gulch caused from the falls. What're you thinking?" Sam asked, searching the side of Deans face as if he didn't already know.
"What kind of question is that?" Dean replies, eyebrows quirked in disbelief. "Lets go gank some vampires."
The Impala droned on down the highway, blowing stray Autumn leaves up and around and finally back down to the black top. Dean thrummed his fingers to the beat of an old Metallic solo on the Oldies station as Sam looked up more information on the little town.
Sams eyes grazed across the words on his smartphone, taking in any and all bits of information he was finding on the town. He was a retainer. Not the mouth kind, but the smart kind. Sam was the better researcher of the two brothers, and Dean didn't mind letting him do all of the informational work. After digging up what he could, he turned to Dean.
"Population is around 7,000 residents," Sam started. "Well, around 6,993 now. Founded in 1860 by a group of families. Not much else on here besides stuff about the high school and the eatery."
Deans eyes lit up as Sam said that. "Go ooooonnn?" Dean droned, a playful smile on his lips.
"Well, like I said, theres not much here besides current events not related to the attacks. High school gets new mascot uniform, charity ball hosted by mayor, residents calmed after gas leak false alarm, new lighting installed at the falls center, just...current events."
Dean shook his head, "Small towns. Maybe we can look into some of these "current events", like the, uh, food."
"Is there a moment of the day where you don't fantasize about food?" Sam asked in a snippy voice.
"Aw, come on, Sammy, you know theres not. But, don't worry, my fantasy is going to become reality real soon." Dean points to a wooden sign on the right of the road, just past the branches of a looming evergreen. "Welcome to Mystic Falls."