Supernatural and it's characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful mind of Eric Kripke. There are some that are mine so please don't take them. Review please, please please.
On a hot, sticky summer day, a black 1967 Chevy Impala drove down the road to what appeared to be an abandoned building. As it pulled over to park, the sounds of ACDC's Hell's Bells could be heard pouring from the car's speakers. When the car turns off, two young men open the doors and get out of the car. The driver is a hardened man of about 40 years of age. He has short, dark hair trimmed into a spiky cut. His eyes are green with a spackling of freckles across the brim of his nose. The passenger is a statuesque man of about 35 years of age. His hair is a long, flowing, dirty blond. His eyes are a greenish, brown, hazel type of color.
The driver gets out of the car and walks to the trunk. He opens the trunk and proceeds to remove bags of groceries. The taller man heads to the door of the "abandoned" building and unlocks the door. They enter a beautiful study and head towards the kitchen. "Dean I really think that we should check out these weird sounds that have been reported. It could be a case," the taller man said to the other. "Sam, we should really check on Kevin. I mean for all we know, he could have the next test figured out for us and be passed out on the floor, unable to call for help," the man called Dean said with frustration in his voice. "I know, but if he had figured it out, he would have called us by now," Sam said. Dean walked over to the colossal refrigerator and opened the door. He placed a gallon of milk and a 24 case of beer inside.
"I hear what you're saying, but I still think we should check on him. It's been three weeks since the last time we saw him. I think we should check on him on a three week schedule," Dean said. "That's a great idea Dean, but we should still check out the sounds around here first. If this is our "hideout", then we should make sure that it is well protected. For all we know, it could be a demon trying to dig its way inside," Sam said pulling 2 beers out of the fridge, and handing one to Dean. "I hear you Sam. I know. I'm starting to think that we should just bring Kevin here. Tell you what, we check on the noises. We take care of whatever creepy crawly is making them, and then we go get Kevin," Dean said opening the beer Sam handed him. "That I can do thanks," Sam said, "Now I'm gonna hit the shower, and then I'm going to eat and pass out." ""You do that," Dean said.
Sam ambled down the hallway leading towards his room. He opened the door and walked in. He opened his dresser and pulled out a shirt and shorts. He left his room and headed for the showers. He walked in to the shower room, and turned on the shower on full blast. He got undressed and stepped into the shower letting the hot water stream down his toned, muscular back and legs. As the water relaxed every muscle in his body, Sam began to think about the sounds that had been reported in the area.
They had sounded like a nails on a chalkboard to those who had reported it. He couldn't think of anything that made a sound like that. He asked Dean about it earlier, and he couldn't think of anything either. He wasn't really worried about it at the moment, though. They'd do more research in the morning. He turned off the shower, got out and dried off. He got dressed and padded back out to the kitchen. He searched through the cabinets and made himself a sandwich. He sat down at the table and began to eat. When he was done eating, he got up and put his plate in the sink. He walked back to his room and went to bed.