The 67' Impala's engine veered to life as Sam got into the passenger seat. There was just enough time for Sam to close the door before Dean backed out and sped down the country road.
"So in Utah there have been sightings about Big Foot." Sam starts.
"That's just people looking for attention." Dean counters, "Big Foot doesn't even live in Utah."
"Okay, in Washington three people to missing in the same week, same place." Dean nods so Sam continues, "There have been a string of people disappearing right off the streets since, well, forever. It's always in or close to that town too. And get this, their first name all begins with L, W, or A." Dean laughs. "What?" Sam questions, "Its a pattern."
"Kay, so Washington. What city?"
"Well, that's the thing, it doesn't say."
...
"How does it not say?" Dean says frustrated. He then pulls the Impala over to the side of the road.
"Sounds like someone is trying to keep it secret." Sam says, right before Dean snatches the paper out of his hands. He reads the paper over and over and over. "Hey, wait." Sam says. He takes the paper back and turns it 90 degrees and then back to normal. "Oh, you clever little-" Yet, it was to late for him to finish, Dean was already speeding towards Moclips, Washington.
