AN: Hi! Thank you so much for reading! I always appreciate reviews and helpful critiques, so read away my friends!
IMPORTANT: I will also try to update by at least every Sunday or sooner. I might not always be completely on time though, depending on my internet and the wonderfulness of how much school work I get. But, nonetheless, I shall do my best to post at least one chapter every Sunday!
~spitfireSeraphim
(P.S. I'm sorry for the really short first chapter, I promise the following ones will be more adequate!)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL, ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS OR ANY REAL LIFE REFERENCES I MAKE
I ONLY OWN MY WORDS.
The rumble of the Impala was comforting to Sam as he and Dean drove along the highway. Sam was reading the newspaper, trying to find anything suspicious or otherworldly. Dean was driving, keeping one eye on the road and the other on the bottle of Corona he was nursing.
Sam still had some vampire blood in his long brown hair that brushed above his shoulders as he pulled out some local newspapers.
The brothers sat in silence until Dean flipped the radio on, playing some oldies rock music. The music fit the image of the '67 Chevy Impala with a black finish and the open highway was relaxing in a way that both of the Winchester brothers could appreciate. Ever since Dean had flown the coop from Hell he hadn't been exactly open about his experience. But who would want to?
But Dean wasn't the only one hiding something. Something dark was hidden deep inside of him that Sam was slightly ashamed of...and scared to tell Dean. He wouldn't understand anyways.
But this time, instead of the usual stiff silence, comfortable and relaxed vibes filled the Impala's cavity and both of the brother's seemed to be mildly happy with their work and ready to relax than confront each other.
"Hey, I think I got something interesting," Sam looked up from the paper.
"Oh yeah, what?" Dean took a swig of his beer.
"Alice Knightly, twenty, no family. She showed up in Massachusetts about a year ago and applied to MIT. She had no SAT but when they made her take it she gave a perfect score. It goes on, blah, blah, blah, but in one year of being there with no known previous education she's graduating with a Ph.D. in Aerospace Engineering," Sam looked sideways at Dean.
"So basically, street rat kid turns into Steven Hawking?" Dean took the simple version.
Sam laughed, "It gets better, it seems that a few people have been having some pretty good luck, three lottery winners, two sweepstakes, and two inheritances from very distant relative no one ever knew, all starting about a year ago" Sam shrugged, "I mean, it could be nothing, but it does sound like our kind of work,"
"So what, some people get lucky? Nothing's hurting them," Dean argued.
Sam pulled open a more recent paper, "And they've all either been robbed blind of everything, or killed,"
"Okay, well that's a little weird," Dean shrugged, "But where does genius girl fit in?"
"I don't know Dean, but she seems a little bit too good to be true as well," Sam folded up the newspaper.
"Alright Sammy, MIT it is," Dean emptied his bottle and stepped on the gas.