Dean groans as he's yanked from his sleep. Rolling over, he glances at the clock. His phone rings shrilly again and he snatches it off the motel nightstand. He sees Sam sit up in the bed across the room.
"Hello? Dammit, Bobby! It's two in the morning!"
"I know that boy! I can read a clock! Now where are you and your brother?"
Sam sits on the side of his motel bed as Dean answers their friend. "We're in Kennett, MO. It's southeast of Springfield. Just finished a job. Why?"
"Well, I need you two to do me a favor."
Now more alert, Dean sits up. "Sure, Bobby. What is it?"
"I need you to pick up a friend for me. A hunter. They'll be about thirty minutes away at a motel. It's called Stable Inn. The room number is one-oh-five."
Dean sighs and looks at the clock once again. "When?"
There is an immediate answer. "Now."
"Were they hunting?"
"Yes. If she didn't finish the job I need you and Sam to do it quickly."
"Wait, she?"
"Yeah, she. Her name's Alex Whitmer. That a problem idjit?"
"Uh, no. Not at all."
"Good, because she's my niece."
"Whoa, you're niece?" Sam gives his big brother a puzzled look. Dean holds up his hand to him.
"Yeah. She called me 'bout fifteen minutes ago. Said she was in Campbell, Missouri and could use some help. She was in a bind. I told her I'd find her someone."
"Ok, we'll go get her." Dean retrieves the pad of stationary and a pen and writes down the rest of the information. "No problem. We'll check in once we get her." He hangs up the phone with a sigh. There went his blessed sleep.
"Dean, what was that about?"
He relays the conversation to Sam. "Yeah, so put your pants on. We have to go." Both the boys get dressed and packed. Dean puts the bags in the trunk of the Impala as Sam checks out. Once Sam reaches the black car they're on their way.