"What's up Sammie boy?" Dean asked, peering out the window of the old Impala as they sped through the growing night.
"Hmm?" Sam replied coming out of his daze in the passenger seat.
"You've been quiet since we left the hotel." Dean observed.
"Oh, it's nothing." Sam replied absently, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "Just ready to get this hunt over with."
"You and me both bro." Dean agreed solemnly.
"Is this all we're going to do the rest of our lives?" Sam said suddenly, before he could stop himself.
"You got something better planned Sammie boy?" Dean asked without pause.
"Are we going to be old and gray still kicking demon ass in Daddy's name?" Sammie continued his rant, ignoring Dean.
"Honestly, I wasn't planning on being old and gray." Dean huffed.
"Chicks dig baldies." He added, chuckling at the look on Sammie's face.
"We can't do this forever Dean. I mean, we got to settle sometime and what are we going to do when that happens? We have nothing Dean." Sam only paused when the car stopped.
"We're here Sammie, so set aside your midlife crises and get ready for some fun. Or are you afraid your going to break a bone?" Dean smirked as he slipped from the driver seat of the Impala.
"So what are we looking for exactly?" Sam asked, letting Dean take the lead position as he usually did.
"Bobby said that in the past few weeks the parishioner here has found several dug graves during his morning walks." Dean informed him, turning suddenly serious.
"Grave robbing's? Doesn't sound unusual to me." Sam replied with a sigh.
"Yea, well, how many grave robbing's have you heard of bones being left behind?" Dean asked, popping open the trunk and shifting through the loads of weaponry they usually carried.
"Leaving bones?" Sam asked, joining Dean.
"Bones." Dean repeated, "And not those of the previous tenant."
"So someone is stealing bones, and leaving bones behind?" Sam asked as he picked up a loaded rifle.
"Something like that." Dean nodded.
"So what? Like zombies?" Sam asked, glancing at the gate in front of him. Beyond it, the grave was silently and definitely spooky-bad-horror-movie like.
"I'm thinking more like body possession or something. But you never know." Dean replied, grabbing his last weapon. "Ready?" He asked.
"Do I have a choice?" Sam asked and without thinking he jumped up, grabbing the top of the gate and swinging himself over. Dean landed easily beside him.
"Let me guess." Sam sighed once Dean had joined him. "No demon action until midnight?"
"Or three A.M." Dean shrugged. "Depending on the demon."
"Great." Sam groaned, glancing at his watch would read 10:32. "What do we do until then?"
"Well Sammy boy, looking like tonight's your lucky night." Dean nodded in front of them. Sam followed his gaze to find two blonde headed females struggling on the ground.
"Well, that's something you don't see everyday." Sam huffed.
"Looks like the night is looking up." Dean smirked, striding forward to help the girls.