Big Brother
The burgers were quite delicious, greasy and with loads of flavor, just how Dean Winchester likes them. The fries were next to the burger and a large coke was next to it as Dean watched his younger brother eat a Sandwich and watching the newspaper.
"So anything that might be related to our kid of gig?" Dean asked with his mouth full.
"Dean, first of all don't talk with your mouth full… that's gross. And second, no, nothing that is related to our kind of gig" Sam said while drinking some of his soda.
"Damn… this town is boring…" Dean mumbled while looking around, trying to see if there were any hot waitresses.
"You're not gonna find anything…" Sam smirked and received a fried potato on his hair. "Dude…" he said as he grabbed it and tossed it back to his brother. "Such a child"
Dean smirked and looked at him. "So which town is close from here…?" he asked while looking outside to his beloved Impala.
"Homewood, Illinois" Sam said while looking at him. "We can check in there for some Motel and rest for a while… you know, until we find some hunt for us" Sam said
"Homewood…" Dean said as he looked up, as if remembering something. "I've heard that before" he said
"Dude… it's a village in Illinois… just… let's go" Sam said while gathering the papers in front of him.
Dean looked at him and shrugged, getting up and paying the waitress there, he headed to his beloved Impala. Both brothers got inside the car and Dean started it, heading towards Homewood, Illinois.
They arrived there at the dark ours of the night, and luckily the found a nice motel in town. Dean of course paid the room for a few days of rest and search for new hunts. After settling in the room, they each took a turn to take the shower… After they were both refreshed, Sam took out his laptop and started searching, while Dean laid on the bed looking at the TV.
"Dude I think I found something here… people dying mysteriously" Sam muttered while checking the web page he was in now.
"Where…?" Dean asked while looking at him.
"Here" Sam said and looked at Dean. "Homewood… had some strange deaths… people going to the roof of the buildings and throwing themselves to the ground. They die instantly" he said while reading the article from the laptop.
"Throwing them-selves from a roof? Dude… isn't that just suicide?" he asked
"Yeah well… 6 people in 3 months, is kind of hard to miss Dean…" Sam said while looking at his brother…
"Ok... tomorrow we'll start on the research" Dean said and Sam nodded.
Sam turned off the laptop and went to the bed, resting and sighing in relief as he felt the soft mattress.
Next morning Dean woke up to look for breakfast as Sam started looking information about the deaths in the town.
"No connection" Sam said while scratching the back of his neck. He sighed as he looked around the empty motel room… then he looked back at the laptop.
The motel table was full of papers with the names of the victims Adam Johnson, Mark Dennis, Jason Behr, Alison Montgomery and a whole other people.
The door of the motel opened and Dean got into the room with a bagel in his mouth, coffee and bags of their breakfast was in his hands. He placed the bags on top of the papers and Sam didn't mind, he started grabbing his breakfast being hungry as hell.
"So did you find something?" Dean asked
Sam shook his head. "Not really… I mean seriously these people have no connection to themselves." He said while taking a bite of his scramble eggs.
"Well we'll have to check around… maybe the police know about what the hell happen here" Dean said.
"Alright" Sam said and scratched the back of his neck.
"Dude… do you have a rash or something?" Dean smirked while looking at Sam.
"No! I just think a mosquito… ahhh never mind" Sam said while shaking his head and preparing to leave the motel room.
Dean had everything he needed and went to the Impala. Sam followed minutes later and they both left to the police department.
"Alright… what can we use, Police, Rangers, C.I.A. or F.B.I" Dean said while going through his pile of Fake I.D.'s
"Dean… dude, just take the FBI one and lets go" Sam said while putting his coat on him, making him look a little more serious.
Dean got out of the car, placing his fingers on the collar of the shirt he was wearing, hating it from the beginning. "Damn this thing to hell" he said while putting his coat on.
Sam laughed showing his white teeth and closing his eyes as he enjoyed his brother being annoyed. "You were the one that likes to make it all real too…" Sam said laughing and heading to the Police Station. He had in his hand a brand new identification, making him a psychologist working for the FBI.