Dean paced Bobby's living room, book in one hand and beer in the other, whilst Sam sat with his mind enveloped by all the words he read on his Mac screen. They'd been tracking a vampire nest from Milwaukee until all trace of them disappeared West of Minneapolis. No soul, or body with no soul for that matter, knew what had happened and had been happening for the last three weeks. Every vamp and demon had been miraculously dropped from the face of the earth after the boys began chasing them, and unfortunately for the Winchesters they hadn't been the ones to drive them back to hell. And from what they gathered, no other hunter was in their trail.
Dean at first wanted to not question it. Why question when all the bad things that you hate so much, that have up until now have taken over your life, just go away? Sam, however, had other ideas in mind. Too many, too fast, too suspicious. Bobby agreed with Sam and had called them over to investigate.
"Got anything?" Dean asked the room, snapping the book shut and swigging..okay, chugging his beer.
"Zilch. The only connection all the freaks have are that they're all not human. Hardly the answer to the million dollar question. You?" Sam said, defeated.
"Nada." Dean sat on the couch as Bobby walked in the room, saying goodbye and put the phone down.
"So, there's good and bad news. Bad news is there's no one I know that knows what going on, nor is there a damn thing in any book I've read. Good news, there's one person who may be able to help us out." Bobby's gravely Southern accent rang.
"Who?" the elder brother asked.
"Davis. I'll write the address down, I'll meet you boys there in a few days. I've got a couple of things to take care of." He scribbled the address on the back of an envelope on his desk and handed it to the Winchesters.
'B, Davis,
1048 Laurel Way, Beverly Hills, California'
"Beverly Hills, huh? Maybe I'll meet barbie when I'm there. What kind of hunter lives in Beverly Hills?" Dean muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
Sam gave him 'the eyes', the ones that told Dean to behave. Sometimes it seemed Sam should've been the older brother, wacking the other on the back of the head with a rolled up newspaper when he got out of line.
The boys got up and didn't question what Bobby told them. This B. Davis was the best lead they had, they couldn't afford to turn it down. They hit the highway before dusk, with the sound of Led Zeppelin soundtracking their 20 hour drive. Sam often wondered what would happen if he changed it to the local pop station but thought against it every time, favoring his life over a laugh.
