"Come on, Sam, live a little!"
Sam sighed. They should have never come to Las Vegas. It was a bad call on his part. He should have known once they were done with their current case Dean would want to kill some time in the casinos. Unfortunately, a vengeful ghost was haunting a wedding chapel on the strip dressed as Elvis Presley and killing the grooms. It didn't go down without one heck of a fight – including Dean's neck almost getting stretched another inch or two, but they were never going to talk about that. How was Sam going to convince Dean they needed to keep moving? There was another case on the line here. "It's in California . . ." he said slowly.
Dean perked up. "California? Now we're talking! Sunshine, beaches, hot women . . ." He rubbed his hands together excitedly. "Where in California?"
Sam cleared his throat. "A town called Sierra Valley," he said slowly.
Dean frowned. "Sierra Valley? That sounds like a small ho-dunk town in the mountains surrounded by trees."
"Yeah . . . that's because it is."
Dean looked at Sam incredulously and then threw his hands up in the air. "Man, come on!"
"Hey, I look for cases – not places to hook up with women," Sam defended.
"You're no fun," Dean huffed. "Alright, what's the case?"
Sam looked at the article he had pulled up on his laptop. "Apparently, a group of kids were messing around at a concrete Round Room and one of the girls was kidnapped by people wearing white robes. The police searched the area for a week but they didn't turn up anything. Then someone who lives up there called saying they saw candlelight in the Round Room and then heard a scream, but by the time the police got up there all they could find was some blood and used-up candles."
"What's so special about this Round Room?" Dean asked.
"Well, supposedly it was a place Anton LaVey would take his followers to perform sacrifices."
"Oh, that's just great!" Dean grumbled. "We have to deal with a bunch of Satanists now?"
"Well, we don't know if that's what is going on here," Sam pointed out. "We don't have all the information yet."
"All the same, I'll never understand why people think it's a good idea to worship the devil. If they saw half of what we've seen they'd stay as far away as possible."
"Yeah." Sam closed his laptop. "Unfortunately, it would take a miracle to talk any sense into people." He put his laptop away and then looked up at Dean. "So, when do you want to go?" he asked.
"Can we stay just one day?" Dean pleaded.
Sam shook his head. Dean could be so childish sometimes. He had been looking forward to spending some down time in Vegas. Actually, Sam had been looking forward to it as well. They had been taking case after case for a couple months and both of them had agreed to take a breather after the Vegas case. But evil never takes a break. "One day," Sam caved.
Dean was out the door before Sam could say "Idjit". He would let Dean have his fun for one day. Then it was back to work.