Author's note: Heyy people! This is my first Supernatural story. No flamers please! I didn't really know how to start it so sorry if you don't like the beginning, but I have some really great ideas for later on. Well I have great ideas for like the next chapter. It just felt incomplete without some intro...

Enjoy!

"Hey man. Are we leaving yet?" Sam asked his brother.

"Well we can leave as soon as you finish packing that bag." Dean replied. The quiet sound of the news report on the tv was heard in the background.

"Do you have any leads for a new case?"

"No... I was thinking of just driving around and checking out some small towns to see what we find."

"Life would be easier if we knew where we were going." Sam pointed out.

"Have our lives ever been easy?"

"And in further news, last night in Sanrose the Yeildings family was killed in a house fire. The fire is suspected to have started from faulty electrical wiring in the house." Sam froze and looked at the TV. Dean picked up the remote and turned up the volume. "The only survivor was Mr. and Mrs. Yeilding's oldest daughter, Samantha Yeildings. She is the only eyewitness and has yet to comment on the fire."

"I think we just found our next case." Dean stated.

"Yeah..."

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"What do you mean you don't know where to find her?" Dean growled at the waitress in the diner.

"I told you, Samantha left town yesterday. I don't know where she went." The woman responded, slightly annoyed at Dean's temper.

"Hey Dean. She's not here. Let's go." Sam urged.

"Fine, fine." Dean turned and walked out of the diner.

"Sorry about him." Sam apologized. The waitress rolled her eyes and went over to a customer.

"Hey. You're not the type to give up on a case like this." Dean said as he turned on the car.

"Well I'm also not the type to terrorize people while they're working."

"We need to talk to her, Sam!"

"She's not here, Dean!"

"Sam!"

"Dean, let's not fight about this. We're both tired and hungry. There's a motel right outside of town. Let's rest for the night." Sam reasoned. Dean reluctantly pulled out of the parking lot and drove towards the motel.
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Slam! Dean closed his car door. "I cannot believe your still mad about that." The taller younger boy stated, complaint in his voice.

"This was and important case, Sam." The two brothers stared at each other in silence until Dean broke it. "I'm going across the street to the bar."

"Dean... We should look for another case."

"We found a case. You gave up on it. We're tired. And I really need a drink... You know where to find me."

Author's note: Please review. Please? I really want input for this story, so any ideas are welcome. Hopefully I'll have another few chapters up by the end of the weekend. Hopefully. Remember... Review!!!!

o yeah... I have no idea if Sanrose is a real town. I think it is, but I'm not sure. It's a small town in my story. Like really small. And it's going to be in Texas. Because I feel like it should be in Texas...