Hardwired

Chapter 1:

Silence surrounded the Winchesters as they progressed toward their next case. Sam sighed and leaned his head against the window. Drives had become more and more unbearable recently and he wasn't sure why. The Impala pulled in to the parking lot of the "Whispering Heart Motel." When the pair stepped outside there was a pungent odor of sweat and booze. The outside was plastered with hearts and cupids which made Dean laugh, and made Sam roll his eyes. "Of all the crappy motels we've stayed at Dean, this one has to take the cake for being the absolute crappiest." Sam told his older brother as he yanked his duffle bag from the back seat.

"I dunno Sammy, that one place in.. Montana was it? That one, was terrible." Dean replied as he started toward the half burnt out sign that read "chk-n" instead of "check-in." The pair was here on a couple of people involved in crimes that they claimed they didn't commit. "Hey, look." Dean said as he pointed to two little buckets on the check-in counter. Sam couldn't help but smile. One of the buckets said "lube" and the other said "condoms."

"Room please." Dean told the receptionist. "Alrighty! Queen?" She asked. "No, no. Two singles please." Dean felt an awkward lump form in his throat. He tried clearing it, and it successfully went away. The lady handed Dean the key and he handed her a hundred bucks (which is enough money for two days at this place). The lady then winked and took two condoms and lube and set them in Dean's hand. He nodded at her and turned toward the general direction the room was in.

Dean immediately discarded the stuff she gave him in the nearest garbage can. "I'll be up doing some research for a while, but you can get some sleep." The younger Winchester said as he pulled his laptop from his duffle and set it on the table. Dean was already face down on the bed when Sam looked over. "Mhm."

Sam struggled to get to sleep all night, him being able to only get an hour at most. When morning came, he was staring at the ceiling, hands folded on his stomach. Dean woke up and stretched then straightened his hair that was sticking up in several different directions. "So I was thinking, there's a diner a couple blocks from here, figured we could get breakfast there, then we could head to the police station." Sam nodded in agreement in his half-asleep state.

"Well, I'm going to take a quick shower then we'll head out." And with that, Dean stood and ventured in to the very questionable bathroom.

Within a few moments Dean emerged, ready to start the day in his "FBI" suit. Sam had done the same but didn't even try to brush his hair. When Dean started out the door, he had to push Sam in order to get him to move.

Dean then thought walking to the diner would be a better idea than driving because the diner was only two blocks away. (Hopefully it might help his developing bacon cheeseburger gut.) The diner was less grungy than most of the town, and Sam really wanted it to have coffee.

The brothers get seated at a booth near the front of the diner by a window which looked out on Main Street. Quite pleasant flower baskets were hanging from street lights. "What can I get you handsome men?" A waitress, bleach blond hair, probably 22-ish asked them. "Ham and cheese omelette with hash browns. Oh, and coffee. Black." Dean said. "Pancakes with wheat toast, please. Coffee for me too." Sam told her.

"Alrighty! Be right back with your food." She said as she smiled at Sam. The coffee came first, Sam drinking the first cup as quickly as possible, while Dean savored the fresh brew. When Sam was satisfied with the amount of energy he had, he started talking the case, his voice a whisper. "What are you thinking?" He asked his brother. Dean shrugged and took a sip of coffee. "Demons maybe?" "That's what I was thinking but we have to look in to things more to be sure." Sam replied.

The food arrived and all conversation ceased. Dean was chowing down on his omelette. Sam picked at his pancakes. After Dean was finished he sat waiting on Sam for what felt like hours. When the younger Winchester was happy with the amount of his pancake stack he'd eaten, Dean paid the bill and they moved on.

Dean chuckled a bit at what the waitress left on a napkin beside Sam. (Naturally, he took it before Sam could see what it was.) "Call me sometime, you're really cute. My name's Lauren, xoxo. Oh and there's lipstick at the bottom too." Dean read the note aloud while Sam struggled to get it back from his brother. "Give it back! Jerk!" "Bitch!"

**A/N: Chapter 2 will be out sometime Tuesday guys! :D**