Dean Winchester sighed as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel of his beloved car. Sam was seriously taking the piss tonight, which part of we must get out of here as soon as possible had gotten lost on his little brother?
The Winchester brothers had been through a lot in their short lives. They had lost their mother at a very young age through a demon murdering her, then their father through a deal with a demon to save Dean. If that wasn't enough, they were hunters. They hunted the supernatural. People thought they were crazy until they came face to face with the things that were supposed to be of nightmares.
Dean almost jumped out of his skin when someone knocked the side of his window, the window that his head was now resting on. "Jesus! Sammy! Don't you ever do that to me again! Are you trying to kill me?" Dean gasped, holding onto his chest with one hand as he tried to coax his heart back to its steady rhythm. How many times had he told his brother never to do that? Beyond thousands he reckoned.
"Sorry Dean, you shouldn't sleep on the job then should you?" Sam smirked, as he got into the passenger side of the car and shut the door, flicking through a large amount of pages that he was holding.
"Job? What job? I told you, we're done with this freaky little town. They can call in the Ghostbusters or something but we're getting out of here! I'd rather chase down a ten foot vampire than stay around here" Dean shot back, shuddering visibly at the thought of staying there for one more minute, never mind how long Sam wished them to stay for.
"What's wrong with you? You're not normally so jumpy" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow. Out of the two of them, Dean was definitely the strongest and did tend to love the job more, despite his older brother denying it, well that was before them losing their dad which had hit Dean hard.
"Nothing! I just think we should go that's all. I'm just hungry, that's all. Can we go now?" Dean asked, almost sounding like a whining child as he asked the last bit of his sentence. He could tell however that Sam was buying the whole hungry excuse.
"Dean, you're always hungry! Every time I see you, you're munching on something. Tell me the truth, what is it about this place? I know it's slightly weird but we need to solve the case. We need to help people which you keep telling me to do" Sam sighed, looking at his brother in concern.
Dean shrugged, knowing that he wasn't going to talk Sam into leaving until the case was solved and people were safe. Reaching over reluctantly, he pulled the pages out of his brother's hands and started to flick through and started to read random pages. "Fine! We'll stay! Just don't think we're going to be able to solve this one Sammy that's all" Dean replied, pausing in mid read of a sentence on the old pages.
"I think we are. If you just get in the right state of mine that is. It's a classic haunting Dean, you love the classics admit it" Sam coaxed gently, smiling in satisfaction as Dean rolled his eyes. "Alright, I love the classics! Their awesome! Can't beat them but still, ghost towns? Excuse me for being a little reluctant at wanting to stay here. There's some deep shit here Sammy and I don't like it! End of, just don't like the feeling that this town is giving off and most of the people in it are Looney Toons" Dean argued, glancing around the quiet streets a tad nervously.
"Looney Toons? You've only been here for half a day" Sam pointed out, rolling his eyes out. "Now stop spooking yourself out, its getting very catchy" he added, glancing around himself. "Well I notice that its very Looney Toons, I've got the feeling" Dean replied, gunning the engine of the car. "So where we heading?" he asked almost casually. "Back to the motel, we're going to stay another night" Sam replied, causing Dean to groan. "I was afraid you were going to say that!"