The sound of water being turned off in a shower came from the bathroom of a cheap motel room. Nearby a man was on a bed completely passed out. He was dressed in a dark plaid button up with a similar colored tight fitting t-shirt under; his dark hair styled in short disarray. He was very handsome and thick with bulky muscle. A moment later taller, younger, and somehow more muscled man came into the room; his wet brown hair starting to dry and curl slightly beneath his ears. He was a classic black suit – something you would expect a federal agent of some sort to wear.

"Dean," he called out while walking to a big duffel bag and tossing an outfit at him. The other man, Dean awoke slowly revealing a pair of dark mossy green eyes.

"What Sam," he asked in a deep, gruff voice.

"Wake up, time to go."

"We have a lead?" Sam took something out of the bag, a large gun and proceeded to place it inside the leather holster which was strapped at his hip.

"Yeah there was another murder last night." Dean nodded, still sleepy, and stood.

"Sure just let me get dressed in this stupid monkey suit," he grumbled as he made his way to the restroom. The sound of running water picked up again. Sam's brows pushed together as he rummaged through the bag.

"Hey Dean, have you seen my blue hoodie?"

"Your dark blue pullover," he called through the door.

"Yeah," responded Sam.

"Nope, haven't seen it." Sam looked towards the restroom door suspiciously.

"Right," he murmured but continued to search around.

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Later Dean and Sam were driving to the site of the latest murder, a downtown apartment complex, in the black 67 Impala that they owned. Dean turned the car into a parking lot which contained several police vehicles. The boys stepped out of the Impala and walked towards the yellow police tape that surrounded a staircase and an upstairs door. There were many people looking on at the scene and only a few officers that stood making sure no one got into the scene. One cop stepped in front of the guys.

"Nobody beyond this point," he told them. They flashed their totally-not-real-but-too-well-faked badges at him.

"Agent Joseph Forester and Aaron Johnson," announced Dean, pointing to himself then Sam. The officer was surprised.

"Oh I'm sorry sir; I'll take you to my captain right now." He led them passed the tape to the apartment door. They passed a window on their way up. There was a small face peeking out, a young girl's. Sam started at her for a moment; seeing… something familiar in her gaze but not being able to pin point exactly what it was continued to follow his brother and the cop. They entered the apartment in which the murdered had happened. A large man approached them.

"Captain," the officer began, "these two are with the FBI." The man scrutinized them for a moment.

"Is that so?" Sam nodded.

"Yes sir," they flashed their badges. "Johnson and Forester; what can you tell us about the recent murders?"

"Well your guess is as good as mine. People have been dropping left and right."

"We were informed that these deaths haven't been very normal," Dean told them.

"Yes, all of them seem to have been used for some kind of satanic ritual."

"Can we see the scene?"

"Yeah right through that door, but I'll warn you boys it's pretty gruesome." They reluctantly acknowledged that and went in.

"Isn't it always," murmured Dean. They stepped into the room and sure enough it was bad. Blood was splattered all over the walls and there were giant scorch marks pattering the room. From what was left of the room you could see several symbols drawn in blood. They looked almost like devil's traps but slightly different.

"So yeah," Dean looked at Sam. "I'm betting demon." Sam nodded. "Do you want to head to the coriners and see the body?"

"No but we have to."

"Come on, Sammy, since when are you squeamish?

"Funny Dean." They began to go down the stairs.

"Let's hurry, I want to get something to eat afterwards." Sam paused when he heard this and turned to his brother.

"You're still going to want to eat after you see a mutilized body?"

"Yeah, why not?" Sam made a slightly disgusted face but just shook his head and continued walking to the Impala. Dean was left behind, wondering.

"What's wrong with that?" He ran to catch up.