He finally had a chance to relax for a while. This vampire bullshit was starting to get old, but hey, somebody had to do it. He plopped down onto the ratty old couch of the cheap motel room, an unopened beer in one hand and a bottle opener in the other. Another case down. Who knew how many more lying ahead. He popped the cap off of his beer, took a long swig, and booted up his laptop to look for another case. He may be tired, but helping people was the family business.
Just then, he heard the door behind him open and he leapt to his feet, instantly prepared for anything.
"Oh, Sammy," he sighed, relieved to see his brother standing in the doorway. "It's you."
"Hey, Dean."
"What's wrong? Were they out of pie?"
"No," Sam answered, setting the plastic convenience store bag down on the couch. "But I think I found a case."
Dean hardly seemed to hear his brother as he started rummaging through the bag of junk food. "Where's the pie?"
"What pie?"
"You know, the pie. That you went to get. That you said they had. Where is it?"
"I didn't get any pie."
"Didn't get any pie? Sammy, what's wrong with you?"
"I saw the news on the television screen and thought I saw something that looked like a case so I came straight back here."
"Sammy…"
"No, Dean. This looks like demonic activity. We've got to get over there."
"Fine," Dean retorted. "But I'm gonna be in charge of snacks from now on." Sam started throwing the few things he had into a bag to load into the Impala. "Where are we going, anyway?" Dean asked.
"Oregon."
"Oregon?" Dean sighed, thinking how long the drive would be from where they were in Missouri. "Where in Oregon?"
"A little town called White Pine Bay."