You Don't Choose Your Family
Chapter 1:
"What do you have?" Dean asked as he rolled out of bed, ruffling his hair slightly before he made for the bathroom.
Sam glanced to him before sighing, switching through the different windows on his laptop. "Ah…there's this motel in Portland, Oregon. A woman was murdered. She was in her room, all the windows were locked, chain was on the door and nobody heard anything…. Bethlehem, Nevada, a man hit something with his car. When he got out to look, there was blood everywhere, but nothing to be found. He was driving in broad daylight and said he didn't see a thing."
"Huh," Dean muttered, walking back into the room to get some clothes.
"In Hartford City, Iowa, I found some patterns indicating—."
Sam was cut off by the ringing of his cell phone. He went through his jacket, which was hanging on the back of his chair, until he dug it out. "Hello?" he answered.
"Sam, it's Bobby. You boys working a job right now?"
"Ah, no, we're actually between jobs. Something wrong?"
"Where are you at?"
"Southern Minnesota. Why?"
"That's good, you're close. I need your help with something. How soon can you leave?"
"We could leave right now, I think," Sam replied, glancing to Dean for approval, who nodded. "What're we walking into?"
"Nothing you need to be prepared for. Just need your help with something."
"Alright. We're on our way."
"Thanks, Sam," Bobby replied.
"No problem." Sam hung up the phone.
"What's the deal?" Dean asked as he started gathering his things.
"Bobby needs help with something."
"What kind of something?"
Sam shrugged. "Wasn't specific. Said it's nothing we need to be prepared for, so I doubt the junkyard's crawling with demons or something."
"Whatever. Let's head out," Dean replied.