Hello, loyal followers! I decided to try a superwho thing, so here's what I've got so far. Enjoy! Constructive criticism is incredibly appreciated, and the storyline isn't set in stone yet, so if you have any ideas, go ahead and voice them!
Sam scoffed, looking over at his brother from the passenger seat. "I don't believe you."
Dean glanced away from the road for a moment. "What?" he snapped, "we've saved two seals, Sam! We've earned a bit of a break! Come on, two days! What's the worst that could happen?"
"Oh, I don't know, the apocalypse?!"
He groaned, resting his wrist on the steering wheel. "Fine, I'll take it down to one day. No arguing; we earned it, especially after those damn vampires."
Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair and glaring out the window. Sometimes it just wasn't worth it.
Dean grinned, taking his brother's silence for what it was; surrender. "I knew you'd see it my way," he crowed, putting in a tape and turning the volume up to eardrum-bursting levels in celebration of his victory. The Impala roared down the highway and into the night, leaving the dismal town of Forks behind them.
Arriving at the fair on opening day had been a terrible idea. The streets were packed, the restaurants were full, and all of the motels within five miles had no vacancies. Of course, he wouldn't admit his mistake to his brother.
He climbed back into the car with a sigh. "Well, looks like we're just gonna have to sleep in the car, Sammy."
Sam gave him an incredulous look. "… Seriously, Dean? There's got to be some kind of vacancy somewhere in this town."
Dean gave him a forced grin. "Nope! Sorry, you'll just have to get comfortable in the back seat."
It was obvious that Sam didn't like that idea in the slightest, and for a long moment it looked like he was going to argue with him. Then he gave a resigned sigh. "Fine."
Dean gave him a cheeky grin before starting the car. They pulled out of the motel parking lot in search of a secluded place to park for the night.
"I still don't see why we couldn't have just found another motel further away," Sam grumbled, crawling into the front of the car. He looked disheveled, and rightfully so; Dean had decided that the best way to wake his baby brother up was to roll him out of the car and onto the pavement. Sam, predictably, hadn't been pleased.
Dean rolled his eyes and started the car. " 'Cause I said so. Come on, let's get some breakfast. I'm starving."
Sam sighed. "Okay." He was already running through different ideas in his head to get him back for this.
They pulled out of the empty parking lot and onto the road, both brothers looking out for a place to eat that wasn't fast food or packed to the brim with people. This endeavor proved to be difficult, but not impossible. They finally pulled in at a little drive in restaurant right across from the fairgrounds which, as luck would have it, was only just opening its doors for the day. The place was tiny, about the size of a motel room in fact, and even though it had only been open for a few minutes there was already a sizable line forming in front of the register. Dean wasn't thrilled with the development, but he got in line without complaint.~ Out of habit, he began to scope out the room for potential threats. He could feel his brother doing the same thing beside him, just like their father had trained them to do. They shared a look and nodded. There wasn't any danger here, as far as they could tell.
They got to the cash register, and Dean ordered his usual bacon cheeseburger and a soda. Sam, meanwhile, got a grilled cheese sandwich and a bottle of water.
Dean rolled his eyes after he'd paid, sitting down to wait for their food. "You and your freaking health food. I swear, it's like living with a rabbit."
Sam gave his brother a flat look, pulling out his laptop. "A grilled cheese isn't health food, Dean."
"To you, maybe," Dean said with a shrug, sitting back and watching as his brother set up the computer. "Dude, do you seriously think you'll get wi fi here? Come on, this place is tiny. They don't even have a bathroom."
Sam shrugged, waiting for the computer to boot up. "I dunno, maybe. It's worth a try, isn't it?"
Dean rolled his eyes, glancing around the restaurant again. "The menu says that they have the best pie in the state."
"Probably an exaggeration," Sam said, tapping away on his keyboard.
He shrugged. "There's only one way to find out," he said with a grin.
"Mm." Sam's attention had been suckered by the computer in front of him. Dean's grin turned from one of amusement to one of surprise.
"… You seriously found wi fi in this dump?"
Sam looked at him and grinned. "Yeah. I told you I'd manage it."
He shook his head in wonder, running a hand through his hair. "Damn, Sammy."
The younger Winchester looked rightfully smug as he pulled open Google. Dean frowned. "What are you researching, anyway? We're not on a case."
He shrugged. "I figured I'd look into the history of the fair."
Dean groaned. That was Sam, alright; he never stopped with the learning. "Seriously?"
"… Well, why not? It's not like I have anything better to do," he said, giving him a pointed look.
He huffed. "Sam, you really need to get that stick out of your ass."
Evidently Sam had decided not to glorify that with a response, as he just turned back to his computer screen. Dean was about to reprimand him for ignoring him when the food arrived and immediately captured his attention. He focused on consuming his burger in as timely a fashion as possible, intent on getting pie as soon as he could. Sam rolled his eyes and ate one-handed, using his other one to navigate through various websites about the fairgrounds.
Dean wasn't able to keep his curiosity in check. "Anything interesting?" he asked past a mouthful of bacon and beef.
Sam nodded. "Yeah. The Puyallup Fair started in nineteen hundred by a small group of farmers who wanted a way to show off their livestock. The first year there were only four hundred families in attendance."
"Damn, talk about growth," Dean said, taking a long gulp of his soda and glancing over his shoulder at the massive building across the street that marked one of the walls of the fairgrounds. It stretched several city blocks.
He chuckled, lips quirking into a lopsided smile. "Yeah."
Dean nodded. "Well, awesome." He finished off his burger in a giant bite that he nearly had to unhinge his jaw to get into his mouth and slurped down the rest of his soda, getting to his feet. "Now, pie."
He saw his brother roll his eyes at him as he made his way back into line, looking at the list of pies. There were too many flavors for most people to choose from, but one scan of the menu was all it took to know what he wanted. When it was his turn he sauntered up to the cashier and flashed her a winning smile. "Can I get a slice of cherry pie, please?"
She nodded, ringing him up. "That'll be three dollars, please."
He dug out his wallet, giving her a five. "Keep the change," he said with a grin, and sauntered back to the table.
Sam, meanwhile, was squinting at his computer screen with his eyebrows knitted together like they usually were when he was worried about something. Dean slid back into his seat. "What's up?" he asked, concerned.
"I… I'm not sure," Sam said slowly, not taking his eyes from the screen, "I was looking at some of the old pictures from the fair and this man keeps showing up."
Dean shrugged. "Well, maybe the guy just likes the fair."
"Yeah, except…" he turned the screen towards him, showing two pictures side by side. One was grainy and in black and white, and the other was considerably less grainy and in color. Dean leaned forward, studying them. Both were an assortment of people wandering the fair, and both contained… the same man. He was, to be frank, very attractive, and wore a long trench coat.
"These pictures are from nineteen thirty three and ninety seventy six."
Dean felt something cold and heavy drop into his stomach. "Ghost?" he asked, dreading the answer as soon as the question left his lips.
Sam let out a long breath. "I don't know. With everything with Lillian going on it's more likely to be a demon.
The elder Winchester groaned. "God damn it. Can't we just get one break?!"
The waitress came over and set the pie down in front of him. Dean barely spat out a thank you before grabbing the fork and scooping an unholy amount of pie into his mouth. Sam pinned him with a disgusted look, but he ignored him. Another fucking demon. Fantastic.
"Oh man, I hate carnival music," Sam grumbled, adjusting his backpack. They were walking past a merry-go-round that was, evidently, being tested before it opened later in the day.
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, quit complaining. Loosen up and have some fun for a change, will you?"
"Dean, the-"
"No. I don't want to hear any of that apocalypse demon-killing bullshit. I'm gonna enjoy myself while we're here, demon or not. Now let's go get some cotton candy."
He didn't give him the chance to argue, making a beeline for the nearest cotton candy stand.