Sam was leaning against the impala that was currently being filled up with gas. He studies a newspaper, his brow furrowed. A cup of coffee is thrusted under the paper. Sam folds it to reveal his older brother Dean. Sam accepts the beverage with a courteous nod. " what do you got?" Dean asks, his exhaustion exaggerating the gravelly nature of his voice. " Not a whole lot, a five star hotel in Chicago has had a few disappearances lately. Not one hundred percent sure it's us but according to the travel advisor page of the hotel people note there were always lights randomly flickering and people complaining their rooms were cold and when they called down to front desk they kept insisting engineering had just turned the heat up" Dean ponders this " whelp. Considering that staying at a five star hotel usually gets people running credit card scams caught, I'm guessing we are going to have to work this job from the inside as employees." Sam nods "seems like it. " Sam opens the door to the car. " Hey, we got to wait for the runt." Dean reminds him. A teenage girl with dishwater blond hair and green eyes walks out of the gas station. She walks over to the car and lifts up the package of Oreos she is holding to show them " Breakfast of champions." She proclaims. Both of her brothers make the same disgusted face. "Dude, I thought girls were supposed to eat healthy."Dean says as he shakes his head while getting into the car. She scoffs, " I don't know where you got that from living with me." She plops in the back seat and sighs " I paid for your gas by the way. You're welcome." Dean rolls his eyes " Thank you so much for paying for the gas with the fake credit card that I gave you. She shrugs "Just sayin'. Where we off to?" "Chicago." Sam replies. She double fists pumps in the air " yes! Deep dish Pizza and weird hot dogs; which is redundant." She corrects herself. Sam turns to Dean " she definitely got the same genes as you." " yeah. No kidding." Dean replies. " how is she so tiny?" She gives them both a look that expresses her annoyance that her brothers are speaking about her as though she is not right there. "anyway... We got a long drive so get comfy." Dean continues. He looks back in the rear view mirror and notices his sister isn't buckled. " hey, put your seatbelt on." Dean says in his best impersonation of their father. " I'm not five, Dean." She retorts. That's it, Dean thought. Time to bring out the big guns. " Sloan Isabel Winchester..." They have a staring contest without being face to face when finally the youngest Winchester concedes and very exaggeratedly puts on her seatbelt. Dean starts the car and they drive off to their next hunt.
