(Sam's POV)
I woke up to the sound of an alarm clock blaring. Like every other morning lately, it was blaring in my ear at 6:45AM. Slamming my hand down on the off button, I groggily sat up and stretched out my neck. No matter how long me and my brother spent in motel rooms, I never could get used to the crappy sleep provided by cheap beds. Even worse, though, was waking at such an early hour after only arriving in town five and a half hours before. But the sooner we awoke, the sooner we could make our way back home to Bobby's – unless, of course, a new case turned up along the way.
Routinely, I showered and brushed my teeth, got dressed, and opened my laptop, checking the news. If there were no cases in a town nearby, I'd give Dean a half hour to sleep in, or else put up with him being cranky all day.
"No such luck," I muttered, my eyes skimming the article headlines.
'TOWN IN PANIC AFTER GRIZZLY MURDER'
That always sounds promising, I thought sarcastically. Sighing, I got up and grabbed a pillow from my bed, throwing it at Dean. He groaned as the pillow nailed him right on the head. "Get up. We've got work to do."
Sitting up, he rubbed his eyes, looked at the time, and sighed. "Seriously? Can't we have work to do in ten minutes?"
"A person's dead now, Dean," I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, well they'll still be dead in ten minutes," he grumbled.
I shook my head at his insensitivity. "Just listen, would you?" Quoting the article, I began. "A small town in Illinois is in utter shock and panic after the disappearance of 22 year old Kenny Hutchings has turned out to be a grizzly murder investigation. Police and citizens alike are scratching heads, as Kenny Hutchings was a well liked man, with no known enemies. An investigation is still underway, but so far it seems to be bringing rise to more questions than answers."
"Okay," Dean said as he pulled a shirt over his head, "but how does that at all sound like our kind of thing?"
I wheeled around in my chair, turning from the screen with disgust. "Because he was drained of all his blood, and his eyes were missing."
Dean nodded smugly. "Okay, yeah, that would make it our kind of thing. So what are we thinking? A vamp with an eye fetish?"
I chuckled. "Not likely. I say we go take a look at the body, see what kinda stuff the news article might've left out."
"Is it close?"
I scanned the article again, looking for the town name. I'd seen that it was in Illinois, but my eyes had scanned over the rest. "Uh, yeah," I replied as I found it. "We're already here."
"Well, that's lucky," Dean said, adding as an afterthought, "or, unlucky, depending on what happens in the next forty-eight hours or so."