"All right Sam I found this case it's pretty serious from what I can see, although it could be a number of things."
The impala was roaring down yet another deserted road. It was pouring rain, just the kind of weather Dean loved.
"I assume that's why were going?"
"Hey, no need to be a smart ass Sam"
"Sorry"
"What's up with you anyway, what are you so pissed about?"
"Nothing sorry, I'm just kind of tired"
"All right whatever"
Dean looked over to Sam, he did look a bit tired, they had been out on another hunt the other night, he shook it off and tried to leave Sam alone.
"So, Dean where exactly is this hunt?"
"Pennsylvania"
"Uh, city name Dean?"
"Franklin, I think"
"And what exactly has been going on?"
"Well, from what I read up on, kids have been going missing on this deserted road on the edge of town"
"What are kids doing on the edge of town?"
"Exactly, but we still have to figure out what is taking them"
"You think something is taking them?"
"Exactly"
"How far to Franklin?"
"A couple of hours"
Sam nods, clearly exhausted.
Dean glanced over at Sam.
"Hey Sam, you know I'll pull off and we can start again in the morning"
"No, this is important"
"All right"
The rain was falling more heavily now, falling hard onto the impala, Dean took off down another road heading towards Pennsylvania.
Sam was dead tired, but he also knew how important this job was, not only did it sound like something supernatural, but kids were involved, clearly Dean and him had to stop whatever was going on.
A flash of forked lightning lit up the road, followed by a few rumbles of thunder, the winds had changed and obviously a storm had hit.
"Perfect timing" Dean laughed sarcastically.
"What?" Sam mumbled, clearly half asleep.
"Just a storm, Sam"
"Oh"
Sam slumped further in his seat and rested his head, it was nearly 2 in the morning and Sam couldn't fight the fatigue anymore.
40 miles down the road and the storm had gotten worse, rain was now pounding the pavement and making the roads slick, even flooding the roads a bit, Dean didn't want to stop driving, as they has a few more hours to go, but he didn't want to drive if this kept up.
"Hey, Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I think were going to have to pull off, this storms getting pretty bad"
"All right"
Dean drove a couple more minutes and spotted a motel with a vacancy sign and pulled into the parking lot.
"Sam?"
"What?" Clearly still half asleep.
"Come on I found a motel"
Sam opened the passenger side door and grabbed his things, Dean grabbed as much as he could and locked the impala.
They both ran into the hotel to see if their was an open room at this hour.
Dean rang the bell several times until an older lady walked in from one of the rooms.
"Sorry to wake you" Sam told the woman.
Dean passed her one of their many credit cards and she rang them up.
"Room 18"
"Thanks" Dean grabbed the key and went down the hall. He found the door and opened it to a small room with two beds.
Sam collapsed onto the first bed and fell asleep almost instantly.
Dean laughed and looked out the window, more lightning, the rain was beating down hard on the motel. He figured he might as well sleep as they couldn't pick this up until morning. He walked across the room and sat down on the other bed thinking about the next days hunt. Before long he too was fast asleep.
A few hours past and Sam got up, he checked his watch and it was around 9 am. He reluctantly got up and crossed the floor into the bathroom and stumbled to the sink to turn on the water. As he went to wash his face he noticed a pain on the side of his left cheek. He looked in the mirror and saw a long gash down the side of his face.
"What the hell?"
He heard Dean stir in the next room.
"Sam, you up?"
"Yeah" He answered, confused looking at the nasty cut. He had no idea what or who may have done it. He ran his finger down the side of his face, the cut stung almost as if it was done recently.
"All hurry up Sam lets go"
"All right one second" Sam turned to yell to his brother.
He turned again and looked back in the mirror and was shocked, the long gash was gone, not a scratch on him. He looked dumbfounded in the mirror and decided he has imagined it. He left the bathroom and grabbed his stuff on the bed.
"You all right Sam?"
"Yeah." He trailed off "Lets go."
"All right"
Dean grabbed the keys and his bag and they left the motel, heading for Pennsylvania.