Dean and Sam had just hooked onto a case right outside of a small town in Oklahoma. Had some hearings of hearts completely missing from the bodies of a few men. All of the ages were around mid forties, but that seemed to be the only thing connecting them. Dean has just walked out of the hotel room and offered for Sammy to follow. Sam had been tracking the case all day and Dean decided it was time for food. Whether sammy would go for that or not, he didn't know but he tried. Just before Dean was about to put the Impala in reverse he seen Sam open the door and his hands fly up.-

"Hey man, you just going to leave without me? I told you I'd be out in a minute!" Sam said as he got in the Impala, with clear aggravation in his voice. "Sorry man, I'm hungry" Dean said with a smirk. After that, Dean cranked up the radio and not another word was said until they were about five minutes from the local town dinner.

"Give me some details on this entire heart issue thing we got going on. Do we think its werewolves?" Dean asked as they pulled onto the same street as the diner.

"I'm almost certain that's what it is. But I don't think its just one werewolf." Sam said, with a little hesitation in his voice.

Dean shot him a questioning look as he put the car in park, stomach growling and hunger growing from the smell of french fries and pie. "What would make you think it was more than one?"

Sam opened the door of the Impala and got out, proping himself off the hood, and looking at his older brother who was mirroring him. "Well the deaths all happened at the same time. All four of them"

Dean shrugged and walked into the diner. "So it sounds like a pack, maybe?"

"Yea basically, that's the vibe I'm getting."

The waiter then walked up to the table and greeted the two young hunters with a smile and a friendly hello. She laid the menus down on the table and told them that she would be back in a moment to take their orders for their drinks. Of course, since she was young and overly flirtatious Dean decided he was going to check her out on her way back to the kitchen window. Sam shot him a glare and broke his thoughts.

"Dude!" Sam said.

"Sorry, she's hot and in my defense, she was totally into me." Dean then looked around the diner, as if to see if there were any listening ears. "So about the werewolves." Dean then propped himself up on his elbows, pushing the menu aside.

"Now if it is a pack we're going to need to be prepared. The town is about two hours from here. While we're here we can collect the supplies."

The waitress then walked up and cut him off. "Oh I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to see if you boys were, uhm, ready to order." She wasn't very confident, it seemed. She was a little hesitant and it seemed as though she was trying to get the nerve to look dean in the eye, although he wasn't breaking contact with her eyes. He then spoke up and said "Yes, ma'am. We're ready to order."